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If The Shoe Fits
by Peter_Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
***
As a pre-cursor to recent events of the festive season
that many 'Valley' readers are expecting to see in
print in the very near future, it is essential now, in
terms of background if nothing else, that I release for
publication at this point, the chapter "If The Shoe
Fits" which up to now has ONLY been available to
purchasers of "Harper Valley: A Postscript." It is a
rather long (30 page)recollection and probably
unsuitable for anyone of a weak disposition sexually.
(MFff, ped, bi, reluc, inc, 1st, mast, oral, orgy, rom)
***
As author of the Harper Valley series, one might even
say the 'architect' of my daughters' ultimate loss of
innocence - I must accept full responsibility. Despite
their fully consensual stance, many readers might
understandably infer, that for reasons of self-
gratification, I encouraged their participation in
activities that a more protective father may have
avoided.
Personally I do not share this view - the fact is, they
railroaded me into taking them, although admittedly I
did little subsequently to steer the three of them from
their course of sexual (mis)adventure. Natalie, as has
been clearly documented (in "HV Postscript") later
embarked on a seriously perilous descent into sexual
anarchy before being rescued literally at the eleventh
hour.
Despite the fact that the three of them had cut all
ties with the Valley, their lives back on-track...
above and below the waist, I had always sensed an
unspoken 'desire' if you wish, in all of them, to just
once...'return to the scene of the crime.'
In her last year at school, Jenna often 'looked' at me
when I dropped her off some mornings, like she wanted
me to take her home and forget I was her father for a
few hours once again. Kylie would still come by my room
to kiss me goodnight some nights and it didn't need an
expert in body language to interpret her real motives
for being there. Natalie too would come home from
either a date or a girlfriend's place and we would have
a late-night coffee in the den. The way she would hold
my hand while talking, left no doubt that the memory of
our nights spent together was never that far away.
There has been another consequence to Harper Valley
however. Aside from the hundreds of emails sent-in from
readers worldwide - the greater proportion of which
remains as I have mentioned before, female -
principally in the 16-23 year-old sector - I have heard
from a great many fathers (almost always in their mid
forties) expressing their bitter frustration not only
that they can never sexually possess their own
daughters, but that they are unable to express their
feelings to anyone.
As great a panacea as Harper Valley may have been for
them to read in terms of a physical outlet let's say,
it has magnified for many, their own heartache and
illicit desire for their young daughters. Many believe
their feelings are requited but can never take that
quantitative step of actually asking their daughters
for fear of a subsequent domestic melt-down. Once you
suggest your teenage daughter sleeps with you - there
really is no way back from that, should she be shocked
insensible. A marriage and sixteen years of fatherhood
trust shattered by just half a dozen ill-timed words!
Who would risk that?
I have been asked: "What should I say to my daughter
that she might understand?" "How can I tell my wife,
how I feel about Meredith?" "She often lets me see her
after school in just her bra and panties... do you
think she WANTS me to touch her?" even such
diabolically sad questions as "I know she's only
twelve, but I have these dreadful feelings of wanting
to undress her and touch her - am I a complete sicko?"
Only other men with similar experiences or feelings can
of course understand these situations. In almost every
email that touches on this subject, the father's great
love and desire for his daughter comes through, rather
than blatant lust for the unattainable." Sadly, every
case is different and there are no hard and fast
ground-rules. Equally, no concise answers.
Bob though struck a chord with me. With two daughters
just a year younger than Jenna and Kylie, his first
email echoed his unspoken wish to if not exploit them
sexually himself, to see them dressed provocatively (in
company with my own girls I must add) and to be then
used and abused in time-honored male fashion.
Just why the thought of seeing one's teenage daughters
dressed sexily and having considerably older men cum
all over their dresses and faces is so arousing, I
honestly cannot divine - but having been in the very
fortunate position at Harper Valley of actually seeing
this happen, both with my own daughters and many other
young girls, I can only say it is an awesome visual
revelation. In Bob's case I suspect, having two fully
innocent and supposedly virginal daughters on site -
the concept became even hotter.
In subsequent emails, Bob forwarded to me pictures of
the two girls that to be honest, aroused in myself,
feelings not wholly at odds with his own. Angela, a
most beautiful brunette, whose eyes held the key not
only to your inner desires but hers also, stared up at
me with an expression of confidence and allure that
belied her fifteen years. Superbly groomed and made-up,
the silver cross hanging from the tasteful little chain
around her neck added to the carefully crafted aura of
innocence, while the solitary red shoulder-strap
presented a hint of flirtatious tease that I knew only
too well, having the privilege of seeing all three of
my own girl's shoulder straps lowered to many an
indecent level at the behest of numerous male admirers.
Tiffany meanwhile smiled up at me from her own
photographic study. Technically blonde I suppose,
something in her expression reminded me of a youthful
Priscilla Presley. Equally well-groomed as her younger
sister, something about the sixteen-year old schoolgirl
infused my deep interest. Dressed all in white, she was
a dream and studying the picture for several minutes, I
found it impossible to suppress many an inappropriate
image of the young girl in far more revealing a pose
and in infinitely less dressier a state if the truth be
known.
It was only in a later email when Bob attached a
picture of his wife Amy, that the genetic source of the
girls' appeal became evident. A stunningly beautiful
woman herself, she did not look old enough to have
children much past pre-school, let alone teenagers.
Let's just say the Gods had favored Bob to a greater
degree than most of us!
It was during one of our bi-monthly cappuccinos
together that I happened to mention to Jerry the enigma
that was Bob's wife and their two sexy-as-all-hell
daughters. I mentioned also the fact that their father
had in recent emails expressed a growing desire to see
them dressed-up in the full satin mini-dress thing with
nylons, high heels...the whole enchilada.
"Seem to remember you once bringing Jenna and Kylie
thus attired many months ago," Jerry reminded me
wistfully. Recalling in seminal detail the effect that
had had on the general male populace at the time, I was
lost in my own retro thought processes for a moment.
"And what? You're saying this Bob character wants to go
down the same road with his two??" His words brought me
back to the real-time.
"Well whether he's actually wanting to do it, or is
just a slave to fantasy, I couldn't tell you Jer. Have
to get back to you on that one. Plus one other little
problem anyway..."
"Yeah, what's that?" Jerry asked.
"He's in LA," I grinned.
"Oh great Noel, well I guess we can strike that one
huh?" he muttered forlornly.
As it happened, Bob made fairly regular contact with me
after that and it was during one such email he finally
admitted in lustful detail, the depth of his illicit
desires. Not only did he crave some seriously perverted
moments with all three of my girls, he longed to see
both Angela and Tiffany involved in the action up to
their (doubtless) cute little nipples.
It was his 'greatest fantasy' he reiterated, to see
both, decked out in satiny prom-night dresses or
similar, their nylons exposed well beyond their garter
belts, and in high heels to boot - being taken
repeatedly by more than one man and subsequently having
their clothes and faces sprayed with cum.
Not the least constructive of fantasies when you come
to think about it!
Given the detailed published recollections of my own
girl's experiences at Harper Valley I was in no
position to admonish the man for his innate desires
upon my own three. After all, the more I studied his
daughter's photographs - the more the overall concept
appealed to me.
Now, I freely admit - not every Harper session was
recorded for posterity in "The Complete Harper Valley."
One party in fact involved Jenna and Kylie being
dressed pretty much as Bob describes - quite obviously
a widespread male fantasy, as several fathers had been
daring them to attend in evening wear, nylons and
heels. It hadn't taken much urging for the girls to
comply as I recall. They were so sore that night!
During the course of subsequent exchanges, I asked Bob
not only how "serious" he was about this, but how might
such be viewed by both his wife and daughters?
In his reply he told me (and I had no reason to doubt
his integrity here) that of late... his wife had taken
to displaying her nylon-clad legs "more than ever," in
public, and that he felt the girls were heading down
the same track. I asked him what he meant exactly and
he replied that they were becoming major sexual teases
and that his wife appeared not to mind greatly. As to
the question "did he think that all three might perhaps
be prepared to 'overstep the line of social
acceptance?' Bob simply replied that he "didn't know,
but that it was killing him in terms of lethal
imagery." That I could well understand!
Reporting back to Jerry at out next coffee-bar meet, I
simply said "I have a gut feeling about this Jer, not
only is Bob on the level I'm 100% sure, I really think
these girls are up for it... don't ask me why, it's
just what their pictures tell me.
"Even so," he replied, "What's the point? - they're in
Los Angeles need I remind you? They may as well be
dancing naked in the shopping center there - what can
we do about it? Look if you're so keen to get naughty
with some young girls in mini-dresses, garter-belts and
heels. why not get your three to dress up and bring
them back over to the next party. It'd be a sell-out!"
"I told you Jer," I replied. "We're out and staying out
- you all know that!"
"Then what the hell are we talking about here Noel," he
replied.
"Well I'll tell you Jer," I answered slowly. "I've been
speaking to this guy and it's just a sketchy idea at
this stage but we could maybe go to LA and meet up with
Bob in a decent hotel downtown - like, us having some
business to transact, and just see what unravels?"
"You mean "we" as in you, Kylie and Jenna?" he
interjected.
"I was meaning Natalie too - maybe you and Michelle,
Warwick and Brianna? as well.
He looked at me for a minute. "You've totally flipped -
you know that?...You want to spend what, twenty grand
between us? to go meet up with some guy in a hotel in
LA on the off-chance we can fuck his daughters while he
fucks ours? Yeah right! besides, you just told me your
three were off-limits big time."
"This is different," I tried to reason.
"Do they know anything about this?" he asked
"Not yet," I told him, "But are you kidding? The chance
to go to the US for the weekend - they'd happily dress-
up for us."
"What, and then spread their legs like in the good old
days?" he added sarcastically.
"I'm not asking or expecting any such thing," I
replied, already imagining them doing just that.
"Bet you wouldn't be advocating they go shopping
downstairs to fill-in some time either," Jer levelled
at me accusingly.
I knew of course that in the event this could be
arranged somehow, the instant they saw Bob and his
family they may perhaps twig to the whole deal and
realise why Jerry and Warwick had brought their kids
too. I didn't figure they would be all that
disappointed in me either - a last hurrah as it were.
You know, when I think about it - I really need to be
locked up.
'Incidentally Jer," I said, putting my coffee on the
table, "Got something you might be interested in."
"Yeah? What's that?" he replied.
I pushed the photos of Angela and Tiffany alongside his
ham and cheese melt. He almost choked. "Saints and
sinners," he muttered, "That's really his daughters?"
I pointed out one from the other. "And this is Amy, his
wife," I added, pushing the photo of her and the two
girls, alongside the other glossies. For a moment he
was a study in contemplation.
"Well lets just say it explains Bob's thinking... and
your interest too come to that," Jer commented. I could
see his hand was almost shaking. "Jesus mate, they are
as hot as your three, how old are they again?"
"Angela's fifteen and Tiff sixteen," I reiterated.
"They look older huh?"
"I wasn't looking at their faces," he murmured. I could
hardly blame him.
From emailed correspondence between Bob and I in the
coming weeks, it was obvious he was keen to pursue the
"business meeting" scenario, and that the potential for
Jerry and Warwick to accompany us with their daughters
also, was causing him to froth at the mouth. Not
exactly 'Harper Valley comes to town' but getting on
for it!
"Will they all be dressed up?" he wrote. I knew exactly
what he meant.
Of course the question of his two daughter's
involvement, was not one he could answer although God-
knows - his preferences were clear enough.
Having seen Amy, Tiffany and Angela's pictures, Jerry
was an instant convert. Warwick simply said he "liked
LA anyway!"
At the point I broke the news to my three girls -
adhering of course to the same "business forum" cover-
story, they all jumped at the chance. Having
additionally one of our major Airlines as an on-going
client, I was able to swing a deal for the eight of us
at close to half price.
Two weeks later, Friday afternoon saw our three
families checking-in at the United Airlines flight desk
before we retired to the refreshments lounge to await
our boarding call. Warwick was surprisingly animated,
Jer, having trouble keeping his hands off my three, and
Michelle and Brianna giggling away like the beautiful
little teases they always were. I couldn't help
thinking...whatever charms Tiffany and Angela might be
able to dredge up collectively, they would be hard-
pressed to equal, let alone top, the sheer youthful
zest and desirability of the five angels we were
packing that day. I mentioned as much to Jer who just
nodded.
"If you have any idea what I would like to do with
Natalie, Jenna and Kylie," he began, "It's been so
long..."
"Say no more Jer," I cut him off... "I'll only have to
mutilate you badly if you tell me!" His sudden glance
downwards suggested he wasn't too sure about that one.
One incongruity about flying to LA from Australia that
never ceases to amaze - the fact that you get there a
few hours before you left Sydney, courtesy of the
International date line. Since we were spending just
the Friday and Saturday night in LA, we picked up a
cheap Voyager on a two-day rental plan... all the girls
expecting obviously to be accorded another
Anaheim/Disneyland indulgence - especially with Brianna
never having been there. Actually, none of us ever grew
up if the truth be known. Why else do you imagine I am
Peter_Pan?
Had not the Wilshire Grand its own parking facilities,
we would have been driving the length of Wilshire
Boulevarde most of Friday night, looking for a space.
Pre-booked, we had three adjoining suites, Warwick and
Brianna next to us, Jerry and Michelle - further down
the hallway.
First up, I called Bob and told him we were "in
residence." He sounded pretty happy and we agreed to
all meet later for dinner in the Cardini restaurant
down in the hotel lobby. As far as the girls all knew,
the meeting was purely in relation to a business
venture between Jerry, myself Warwick and our American
counterpart.
"It's kind of a formal restaurant," I told my three
(Jerry and Warwick I knew, passing along the same
information to their girls) "The guy we've come to meet
will be bringing his family he tells me, so dress to
impress huh?" They had come prepared and with no
expectation I'm sure of anything much beyond just
sitting there and looking pretty, they took themselves
off to the bathroom to set about creating an
impression.
Forty minutes can make such a difference. Three bubbly
young daughters walked into the en-suite - three
courtesans walked out! Natalie had on a shimmering gold
two-piece who's sole purpose appeared to be that of
highlighting the deepest cleavage I had ever known her
to put on view, as well as show-casing by virtue of its
tightness - her now highly spankable rear-end. The
sheerest of nylons disappeared up into the forbidden
zone, the whole image being set off by a pair of gold-
inlaid high heels with some sort of Roman lacing around
the ankles. I was thinking - this has to be every man's
fantasy - but then I saw Kylie.
Dresses like that should be illegal. Blue satin, it
wasn't so much tight on her as sprayed-on. Whether
actually satin or silk I couldn't at first adjudge, I
was too busy looking at other things. Like her older
sister, her breasts were defying gravity in whatever
technologically advanced bra that was and at the point
the dress curved in to her waist, her beautiful figure
was accentuated to the max. She had on stockings that
if I was not mistaken were held up by a sexy garter-
belt she must have brought along for the occasion. The
smile she tossed me in passing, acknowledged exactly
what I was thinking.
Jenna's outfit removed what sanity I may still have
been clinging to. A satiny two-piece, the top was so
low cut at the back you could see the clasp of what was
obviously a strapless bra. Almost metallic looking, the
camisole-inspired top hung adrift from that micro-mini
skirt by almost two inches, rendering unto the male
gaze, a ribbon of naked teenage abdomen that could only
ever be tempered with a cold shower. She too was
wearing sexy stockings and God knows what underneath.
The heels just set off the vision perfectly. Bob was
risking his health and he didn't even know it yet.
"Do we look alright dad?" Kylie smiled teasingly.
I just looked at those three angels, wanting nothing
other than to take them all back to bed right then and
there and to fuck them senseless by rotation. I knew
instinctively it was their combined preference too.
"You are the three prettiest girls any father ever had
for daughters," I told them. "I don't have to say what
I feel do I?" They all lowered their gaze - Natalie
even blushed slightly.
Each had the most conservative of make-up on, that
simply highlighted their natural beauty - just a touch
of mascara, blusher and lip-gloss. I was having chest
pains.
"C'mon kids, lets go downstairs," I said, opening the
door and ushering them out - mainly so's I could take
in the full arousing aspect of their sexy little
bottoms in passing. And how disorientating were those
combined perfumes? Just as well the stairs had a hand-
rail!
Just across from reception, Jer and Warwick, both
resplendent in dinner-suits, waited outside the doors
to the Cardini with Brianna and Michelle in tow,
equally as stunning as my three. Seems everyone had
opted for mini-dresses designed, if not to kill - to
optically cripple and to induce a Hamelin-like
fascination. Michelle's hemline for instance was so far
above the knee, I had already made a mental note to be
under the table when she sat down.
Having previously made a booking for twelve, our table
was already set-up and ready. We took our seats, Jer
and I at opposing heads of the table, leaving four
spaces in the center - two either side for our
visitors. Bob's two daughters I figured would be best
served seated between Kylie and Brianna.
Barely had I mentioned that "Bob and his family will be
here shortly," when my eyes lit upon on a small group
just that second walking through the door. One of them
was Bob I'd presume - I really wasn't looking! Angela,
hugging her mother's left arm was all I could
concentrate on. In a dress not dissimilar to Natalie's,
she carried herself like a model. Made-up
professionally by the look of it, all I could think of
was, how pretty she must look in just her bra and
panties.
Tiffany was no less captivating and quite honestly I
have to wonder how Bob had managed to rein-in his
testosteronic urges these past few years. Amy too was
quite as beautiful as in her picture looking still in
her mid-twenties. The outfit she had on left little to
the imagination. He was right - she quite obviously did
enjoy flaunting her charms - those which preceded her
especially.
Introductions involving that many people took a while
but let it be said Angela and Tiffany hit it off with
our five instantly. Even by the time Bob and Amy had
met myself, Jer and Warwick... the seven girls were all
chatting together across the table like old friends.
Boys, movies, cell-phones - some things never change!
Bob's face was a study in fully abandoned lust. Not so
much a kid in a candy shop as a greyhound brought up by
a family of March hares. The poor guy didn't know which
way to look. More than once Natalie caught him staring
at her and flashed him one of her trademark "I'm a good
Catholic girl, but anyone can be persuaded" looks.
Not that Jerry was in any calmer a state, staring at
Tiffany as a lifer might stare at Miss August as she
bends over to retrieve an earring while wearing a
bikini. That's OK... what I was imagining doing to
Angela doesn't bear admission either. In an attempt to
distract myself I began talking to Amy but all this
achieved was to focus my attentions instead on her
"come hither or get lost" cleavage.
Hell, we were supposed to be there for business - you'd
never have guessed it!
The Cardini is a class act let it be known. Most of the
girls settled for the "Sfilatino Al Taccino" - a smoked
turkey creation that looked pretty damn good. Jer and I
stuck with "Chianina Rustica" a New York cut steak that
is so thick it comes with a chain-saw. Amy and Warwick
gambled on the Monterey Chicken while Bob slummed it
with the "Cardini burger" which if marketed properly
would put McDonalds out of business overnight.
Neither Bob or Amy seemed to be watching their
children's alcoholic intake and since no-one asked for
ID they and ours partook of a cruiser each and God
knows how much champagne...there were a hell of a lot
of empty bottles as I recall.
How anyone managed dessert I don't know, but after the
demise of the Grand Marnier souffle, various bowls of
sorbet, sodas and coffees, everyone was running on a
full tank.
Under the pretext then of really having to discuss
business, it was suggested Amy and the seven girls
retire to our suite for a nightcap, whatever, and wait
for us to come up later. With two King size double
beds, one single, lounges, chairs and an enormous table
- there was more than enough space for them to relax.
**
"I can't believe those daughters of yours," Bob said,
putting his coffee cup down and missing the saucer by a
good few inches. "For Chrissakes guys, I can only
imagine what it was like at the parties - your three
Noel are unbelievable. That middle one... what's her
name? Kylie? Jeez, I'm sorry for saying this - its just
the champagne talking... but even reading all that
stuff you wrote that she and her sisters did - seeing
her sitting there just made me..."
"Yeah, it's OK Bob," I cut him off. "You wouldn't want
to know my thoughts either, staring at your two."
"Would you really like to fuck them? he semi slurred.
Several heads turned around slightly from neighboring
tables.
"Well I can't speak for Noel," Warwick announced
suddenly, "But I can tell you this - if your two ever
came to one of our parties - they would be coming home
pretty sore."
Bob was silent for a moment. "You all know I want to
see them fucked don't you?" he drawled.
"Amy too?" put in Jerry hopefully.
"Sure," Bob answered... "Think it's gonna happen?"
"Let's go upstairs and find out," Warwick smiled
finishing his own short black.
"Just hold on a moment," I interjected. "We're supposed
to be having a business meeting here. We can't just go
up there after five minutes and expect no-one to be
suspicious. As far as I know, none of them... your wife
included Bob, have any idea why we brought them all
here... right?"
"I guess not he said," Jer was nodding wisely I
noticed.
"He's right," he said, "Last thing we want to do is to
alert any of them that we have plans afoot."
And thus we did the worst possible thing in ordering
another round of drinks. Subsequently, there was a
truck-load of discussion but it sure as Hell wasn't
business.
By my fifth JD and ice, I was certainly happily
disposed towards life let's say. I can't speak for the
others but I figure it would not be an inaccurism to
describe their condition as er, 'needful?'
Jer stumbled twice between the checkout counter and the
elevator- and they're directly opposite one another.
Jenna opened the door to our suite.
"Oh Hello dad," she smiled "Finished your meeting?" She
glanced at the other three and surely could not fail to
have noticed Bob stripping her with his eyes... nothing
she hasn't seen a hundred times before of course.
"Three of them," Bob muttered under his breath as we
entered the room..."God and I thought I had problems
with just my two!"
Inside another shock awaited. The table over near the
TV contained now a veritable jumble of empty glasses
and vodka-cruiser bottles. There appeared to be also
more than the usual amount of giggling. Brianna, Kylie
and Tiffany were spread comfortably over one of the
King-size beds, Natalie and Amy were seated over by the
window - both drinking some beverage that would appear
to have originated from Room Service and enjoying each
other's company, to judge by the occasional laughter
and Amy's propensity to touch Natalie's arm when making
a point about something.
Angela, Jenna and Michelle had commandeered the other
double bed and were equally engrossed in some animated
discussion. The good news is that whether any of them
knew it or not, more than a hint of sexy panties was
visible - in Tiffany's case, some of her garter-belt as
well. Pretty much all their skirts and dresses had
ridden up their owner's thighs to a degree and it would
have taken decidedly more will-power than the four of
us men had on site, to overlook the smorgasbord of
temptation in various coronary-inducing poses around
the room.
Bob's none too quiet "Jesus Christ" as he looked around
the suite said it all!
Figuring to take the softest option on offer, I simply
drew a chair up beside Natalie, asked if I could
refresh either her or Amy's drink - that being merely
an excuse to pour myself another one.
Bob and Jerry took themselves off to the far side of
the room, Bob none too surprisingly sat himself down
near Kylie while Jer seated himself way nearer Tiffany
than he need. Judging by Tiff's "you gotta be kidding"
glance in his direction, I wouldn't say he made that
great a first-up impression. Brianna though flashed him
a genuinely warm smile and moved in a little closer.
Warwick then sidled over to the other bed and no sooner
had he sat down there than Michelle cuddled his arm and
nestled right up close and personal. His expression
suggested he wished it had been Jenna!
"You two know each other well?" Angela asked in all
innocence. Michelle giggled, as did Jenna of course.
"Oh yeah... really well," Michelle told her, "He's my
father's best friend, along with Mr. Baker over there.
We all see heaps of each other."
"Our dad doesn't have that many friends," I heard
Angela drawl in her rather attractive Cali accent.
"Such a shame," she giggled like the sexy little
fifteen year old she is.
Closer to home, I was finding Amy a major distraction.
She certainly had all the flirtatious moves down pat -
eye flutters, crossing and uncrossing of the legs for
effect. Not exactly the Sharon Stone/Basic Instinct
shuffle but enough to let me know her nylons only
reached up a finite way and that beyond that, lay areas
one might find very interesting. I was certainly
interested.
More than once I recall wondering if she had a thing
for girls. Just the way she would rest her hand on
Natalie's thigh occasionally or the hot smiles she
seemed to be giving her. I could have been wrong...and
certainly Nat didn't seem to notice anything unusual.
How was I ever going to get my hands in this woman's
panties, never mind anything else.
Natalie's sudden "Oh my gosh dad," followed by her hand
over her mouth, more to limit her giggles than anything
else, had me turn my head sharply.
God knows how Kylie had gotten sucked in to the action
- last I saw, Jerry was snuggling up to Brianna, but
unless my eyes deceived me, Jer was planting a couple
of smoochies on Kylie's arm and shoulders. Making
little attempt to escape her fate, she was giggling
along with Brianna. Tiffany's face was priceless.
"Mr. Clarke," she spluttered, "Are you crazy? Her
father's just over there talking with my mom."
"I don't think she minds too much," I heard Jer reply.
"Besides Tiffany, we often do this - you should try
it!"
So saying, he kissed Kylie flush on the lips. Tiffany
just sat there staring. She also appeared to be inching
her way towards Brianna - either for moral support or
to get a better view of proceedings. I couldn't tell
which.
"You don't mind your friend kissing your daughter?" Amy
asked incredulously.
"Not really up to me to mind is it?" I replied.
"Kylie's old enough to know who she wants to kiss her
and who she doesn't. Besides," I held my glass up,
"alcohol does bring out the uninhibited in us doesn't
it?"
Amy looked as shocked as her daughter momentarily but
this changed to outright confusion as she happened to
glance to her left and saw her husband not only holding
Brianna's hand, but beginning to kiss her softly. Not a
metre away on the bed, Tiffany's hand went to her
mouth. "DAD," she cried out, "What's happening here?"
Amy quite obviously about to call her attorney with
instructions to start divorce proceedings, was halfway
out of her seat. Taking her arm I restrained her.
"Its just the bourbon reacting Amy, he doesn't mean
anything by it - trust me." I said.
Having had more than her share herself, she half fell
back into the chair. I passed her, her drink, figuring
that the more she had right now the better she might
handle whatever was to come. To my right, Natalie was
emptying her glass too and if I didn't know better, she
was looking a little the worse for wear herself. I
tossed her a smile and turned back to Amy.
"I can't believe this," she was murmuring, watching now
as Bob's hands were inching up to within centimeters of
the underside of Brianna's rather seductive breasts,
encased as they were in that silky little top that
invited one to slip a hand down where they shouldn't.
Brianna was happy to let the man kiss her and being
forced ever further back on to the coverlet, that dress
was no longer making any pretence at decency. Her
garter belt was plainly visible as was a hint of those
delicately laced panties. Wasting no time, Bob slipped
a hand up between her legs and from what I could see,
was beginning to rub her softly right at the apex of
those slim nylon-clad legs.
Tiffany looked towards her mom in desperation and at
the point Jerry slid his hand down Kylie's top, right
alongside her, openly feeling her up while kissing her
passionately, I could feel the mood of the room subtly
changing. No one could watch such intimacies without a
degree of involvement.
From Tiffany's viewpoint it wasn't even a man's
influence that brought her undone - simply Kylie taking
a hold of her hand as she permitted Jerry free license
to caress her body curves. Even as Amy's hand flew to
her mouth in shock, Tiff allowed herself to be drawn up
between Jer and Kylie, and Jerry's first kiss of her
admittedly highly desirable lips, meant there was no
going back - for any of them.
Bob's paedophilic indulgence with Brianna wasn't so
committed that he failed to see what was happening to
Tiffany and if that wasn't a wicked smile escaped his
lips right at that moment, then I'm a poor judge of
paternal appreciation.
On bed number two, Warwick had Michelle on her back and
was beginning to caress her breasts rather lewdly,
covered up of course, as they still were. Following her
sister's lead, Jenna had taken a hold of Angela's hand
and despite the fifteen year old's understandably
shocked condition I was almost certain the carnal
activities being transacted virtually alongside them,
had her attention fully riveted.
"Kiss her dad," Natalie giggled as she got up, intent
it would seem on joining her younger sister and Angela.
I looked across at Amy who was just glancing wide-eyed
around the room muttering almost incoherently, "This
can't be happening - they're all just young
schoolgirls."
"Well you're not," I suggested, patting my lap and
figuring "What the hell, nothing to lose here."
In retrospect, I have no doubt it was the alcohol that
was making all the decisions at this stage. Just how
much the girls had consumed was an unknown quantity but
this, combined with their sexy attire had to be a
factor in their rapidly lowering inhibitions. For my
three of course, it was a chance to re-live some
wickedly fun times and they weren't about to bypass the
opportunity. From Angela and Tiffany's viewpoint - how
do you think they felt seeing girls practically their
own age being felt up by adult men just an arms-length
away? School was definitely in!
Amy must have figured it was a case of que sera sera
too, as she showed little in the way of hesitation
before seating her well sculptured rear down in my lap.
I had suddenly the most kissable of moist lips but
centimetres from my own. She was no amateur.
Fully willing to submit to the wandering hands routine,
I can only say that seeing that which I could, down her
generously curved cleavage was nothing to the
sensations afforded by gently fondling those wonderful
orbs.
"OMG mom," issued from young Angela's lips as she
noticed her mother's submissive repose. At the point
however Warwick then groped her own breasts while still
attending to something of interest well up beneath
Michelle's crumpled skirt, she had other things on her
mind. Amy was no longer watching anyone. Merely wanting
to be kissed now and judging by her legs - inching
apart by the minute - certainly a candidate for some
upskirt therapy.
In between some dexterous manipulation of Amy's
remarkably skimpy little knickers, that itself was
causing my newly come-by friend to moan audibly, I
could see Bob having the time of his life with Kylie
now. Her blue satin dress pushed right up to the waist,
one could only make the comment that her fully exposed
garter-belt, slender stockinged legs with one heel off,
the other dangling from her foot and open soft-skinned
thighs, must inevitably invite the worst of male
attention. Even Jer turned his attentions from the
front of Brianna's wholly visible panties to mutter his
encouragement.
Still clinging on to Kylie's right hand, Tiffany
watched her father's indecent handling of her new
friend, barely able to credit what she was seeing, let
alone knowing what to make of the indiscriminate kisses
she was receiving herself from Jerry. She was even more
disorientated when Natalie seated herself beside her on
the bed and replaced Kylie's hand with her own,
allowing her sister to now pay full attention to what
Tiffany's father was doing to her.
It took but the judicious slipping of two fingers
beneath Amy's panties to discover the wetness on site.
Sprawled inelegantly across me now, I allowed myself
the luxury of feeling up her sexy little bottom as with
my free hand, I unzipped myself. Hardly any point
playing the coy guest any longer. We both wanted the
same thing.
Aware of course that her breasts were highly visible
down her top. Amy wriggled them for effect as I kissed
her. She was, if not a pole-cat on heat, then a lioness
ready for all-comers. I had no need to position myself,
she did it for me, and encouraging me to slip her
panties down, she guided my erection to where it
definitely wanted to be. Entering her with consummate
ease she gasped as I pushed hard up into her. This was
way better than even a JD and ice!
Following the progress of the other players around the
room was getting more difficult.
Strangely, rather than making any attempt to fuck Kylie
for the moment, Bob had somehow persuaded her to wank
him instead. He really did want to see a young girl in
her prom dress, splattered with cum I realised. He was
to get his wish. Not a minute later - mind you Kylie is
no slacker when it comes to hand-jobs - he let out a
highly vocal "Oh God" as he spurted a heap of sticky
white stuff right across her panties, the tops of her
stockings, the front of her dress, even managing to
catch her cheeks with a few wayward spurts.
The expression on Tiffany's face was of total
disbelief, but I could hardly fail to notice her hand
inching its way beneath the hemline of that sexy little
dress as Jer managed to slip his erection deep into
Brianna's pussy, that she was thoughtfully presenting
as a viable option, holding her panties aside as she
was at that moment.
Seeing once again, my own daughter on the receiving end
of a stream of hot cum, I was reminded of the best of
those Harper nights and relinquished forthwith a
somewhat hot stream myself - exactly where Amy had
planned. We didn't waste any on her panties however -
all was stacked neatly deep inside her vaginal
storehouse. I felt her beginning to purr.
Now don't think that Warwick was reading a comic book
all this time either. Having moved on from Michelle...
and quite what he had done with her I don't know,
although I did notice a pair of silky little blue
undies on the carper that definitely weren't Jenna's...
he now had Angela and Jenna flat on their backs (still
holding hands) while he knelt between them.
I could see Angela crying out "No, No..." as he began
pushing both hers and Jenna's skirt up. As both their
garter-belts were exposed, Angela half-heartedly pushed
his hand away but was persuaded by Jenna to just lie
there and accept her fate. The impending visual
indecencies were I realised, having a most constructive
effect on my own erection that was re-solidifying by
the second - much to Amy's pleasure it must be
admitted. Lying still face down on me, she was unable
to observe her two daughters' somewhat precarious
situation, which may have been just as well.
Bob? You couldn't fault his enthusiasm either. Not
content with my daughter's hand in his pants, he was
paying Natalie the kind of attention she had been
weaned off for several months. With his hand well up
under her dress now, he was applying pressure to a most
indecent spot, to judge by her enforced wriggling. She
and Kylie exchanged words of some kind but I couldn't
make out what they were. Tiffany's "Oh my God dad."
however was fully audible - wished I could have seen
the fun her hand was having somewhere up between those
slim and stockinged legs.
Although my view was sometimes stifled by Amy's mass of
hair obscuring proceedings, I did notice Warwick
finally getting either hand well inside both Jenna and
Angela's silky knickers which brought soft moans from
both girls. Seeing her younger sister's plight, Tiffany
called out "Ohh Angela" but was unable to contribute
further to the conversation as Jerry, evidently going
for broke, had disentangled himself from between
Brianna's legs and was now embarking on a program to
apply evidently some selfless therapy to the teenager's
well defined breasts.
Watching Tiffany's aggravated assault, Bob was one
happy man. "Pull her panties down Jerry," he vocalised
clearly, while pursuing the exact same course with my
eldest daughter, who clearly was putting up no
resistance to having her own undies tugged down... no
easy chore when one has to contend with a garter belt.
Not wishing to be excluded from the communal
entertainment underway, I noticed Michelle beginning to
kiss Jenna now, slipping her hand down my daughter's
front and fondling her breasts even as Warwick attended
now to her lower extremities, maintaining a similar
investigation of Angela's still concealed pussy.
It was too much for me. Having only to get Amy to arch
her hips marginally, I gained re-entry in seconds and
this took care of our joint concentration.
"Fuck me," she all but whimpered, kissing me
passionately, whilst wriggling her bottom to gain
maximum penetrative pleasure. Actually, the pleasure
was all mine, now I think about it. Exactly what
satisfaction Bob was accruing from seeing his wife
fucked in the position she was, I can't say. I suspect
he was concentrating more on his daughter's immediate
defilement and Natalie's skimpy white-lace knickers
that he was so busily extricating.
Amy was fully given-over to uninhibited indulgence that
might have drawn attention to herself had not the other
girls' vocalised pleasures been such an aural
distraction.
Experiencing now considerable frustration in finding
those garter belts such an impediment to removing the
girl's panties, Warwick was forced to enlist Jenna's
help, who by deft unhooking of certain key clasps with
her free right hand, paved the way for Warwick's
progress. Although on her back still, I could see
Angela gasp as my youngest daughter's panties made
their way below her knees - exposing to all her small
triangle of dark brown curls - one that Warwick's
fingers were now lost in, as he sought out the real
prize.
Perhaps the sight of her friends now fully exposed and
keenly felt-up pussy triggered the end of her part-time
resistance, but Angela I could see was now unhooking
her own garter belt and allowing Warwick to tug down
her panties as well. I couldn't begin to impart to you
just how hot those kids looked with their skirts up
around their hips, breasts straining against the clingy
evening-wear as Warwick took full advantage of the
parted Red Sea - fingering both girls now as they
wriggled and gasped in pleasured delight. Inclining his
head towards Angela, I noticed her slip an arm around
his neck, allowing him to kiss her passionately.
Alternating then her lips with Jenna's, he had both
girls crying out in needful complicity within minutes.
Over on the Western Front, Jerry was in no mood to take
no for an answer and despite Tiffany's brave, though
some might say half-hearted struggles to maintain her
fully dressed state, she was fighting a losing battle.
Groping her youthful breasts at will, Jer not only had
her skirt so high, those silky little knickers were
full exposed, he was half way to getting them off her,
having either navigated somehow, her garter belt, or by
simply ripping his way south. Brute force is often a
most successful option faced with such constraints.
Whatever he had done, the insides of her thighs now
contrasted whitely with those slim stockinged legs that
kicked and wriggled in a flurry of girlish resistance.
As Bob finally rid Natalie of her panties, exposing her
charms to one and all - he grinned his undeniable
approval at his eldest daughter's on-going molestation.
"For God's sake fuck her Jerry," he drooled.
Pretty sure that's what Jerry had planned as he
appeared right then to be re-positioning himself for a
full frontal challenge. Tiffany was holding him at arms
length, probably unaware that her left breast was now
three-quarters free of whatever sexy little bra it was
she had on. Luckily, from a male viewpoint, her nipple
was a part of the exposed section and it looked to me
one healthily aroused little nipple at that.
My all-up view was greatly enhanced at that moment as,
having completed another procreative cycle within Amy's
delightfully compliant little pussy, she had taken
herself off to the washroom for a make-over - least
until she saw Tiffany's impending rape which caused her
to sink to the floor hand to mouth... if not sobbing,
then in the first stages of severe shock.
Despite having Warwick's penetrative fingers well up
inside their own pussies, performing unspeakably
naughty things, Angela and Jenna were both angling
glances at the other bed, spellbound in regard to
Jerry's progress with Tiffany as vocally encouraged by
the girl's father.
Having reached the business end of his fumblings, Jerry
was in the process of aligning his tool-of-trade with
Tiffany's highly arousing slit when, she cast one last
despairing look at her father, plainly asking the
question "Are you going to let him rape me daddy?"
Given that Bob himself had my daughter's legs spread to
the max and was enjoying the sensation afforded the
back of his hand by her stockinged legs, he could
hardly be seen as an unbiased third party so far as
Tiffany was concerned. The fact is, he thrust into
Natalie at precisely the same moment that Jerry
penetrated Tiffany's personal airspace with an ease
that would suggest her virginity had caught the early
train.
Hard to know who to watch? With Natalie crying out in
pleasure, Tiffany crying out in fake distress and
Angela and Jenna thrusting their hips up to make it
easier on Warwick's fingers - I could but thank the
Gods of erotic dysfunctionality for this latest visual
treat. Kylie and Brianna even were making the most of
their time together I noticed. Just slightly away to
the left of Bob, they sat alongside one another,
riveted by the sight of Bob's cock penetrating
Natalie's pussy with rhythmic precision. If then seeing
Brianna's hand slipping its determined way up beneath
Kylie's hemline en-route to her probably drenched pussy
wasn't an added attraction par excellence, then I don't
know what is.
Bob was deliriously happy. Openly fucking Natalie now
like a deranged manikin, observing Jerry's debauched
handling...make that aggravated penetration, of his
eldest daughter, not a nipple's reach away, must surely
have been at the very apex of his wildest fantasies.
Sighs, moans and cries of passion rent the air as
everyone's daughter began to suffer various degrees of
sexual meltdown.
Amy I noted was still the far side of the room on her
knees and more likely than not, unaware she had one
hand up beneath her skirt, idly frigging herself
senseless as she watched her two girls cross the line
from middle-class innocence to uptown whore with little
or no coercion. Angela especially, was bucking wildly
beneath Warwick's digital caresses while Jenna had
spread her legs so wide, one was draped lewdly across
Angela's thigh.
I could no longer remain a passive observer.
Tiffany was a sight close to, not just on account of
Jerry spurting at that moment, his entire procreative
wad deep inside her, but by virtue of the fact, her
sexy little breasts were now almost adrift from her bra
and were jiggling in time to Jerry's thrusts. She
barely even noticed when Bob leaned across Natalie's
used and abused body, to fondle her himself once or
twice.
"You fuck her now Noel - please," he almost whimpered
as he saw me approach. Tiffany was almost out to it -
which suited my needs admirably I have to say. She made
no attempt to close up her legs as I took Jerry's
place, who quite the worse for wear, sank down on the
far-side edge of the bed
"You OK sweetheart," I muttered to Natalie who just
gave me the biggest smile as she clung now to Bob,
arching her hips up to milk the last of the storehouse.
Her pussy glistened and her breasts straining to break
free of their (probably unwanted) restraint.
Tiffany's eyes opened as I manoeuvered myself between
her slim legs. Her expression, somewhat one of resigned
acceptance, yet maintaining also a glint of flirtatious
tease, drew me to her. I kissed her softly and that
really changed the playing field. Lips like that you
don't taste every day - and I wanted to taste more. She
returned fire with fire and slipping into her
effortlessly, a new-found passion took care of basics
while I worked both her breasts free of her top, fully
exposing those pretty brown nipples that pleaded to be
suckled. Not that easy to do while you are gratuitously
fucking their owner, but I managed nevertheless.
Bob meanwhile had moved-on from Natalie and even as I
pumped Tiffany's hot little pussy full of more naughty
stuff, I saw him take up residence alongside Warwick
across the room, before pairing off - him with Jenna
and Warwick with his youngest daughter, both of which
they then proceeded to fuck openly. Angela was crying
out "Noooo" but her body language was anything but
confrontational and within seconds her legs were as
spread as Jenna's, her arms around Warwick's neck
tightening their grip to ensure he was going nowhere.
I didn't even notice Amy settling herself alongside me
on the bed. Emotions of both guilt and sympathy washed
over me as I watched her tenderly take a hold of her
daughter's hand even as I was pumping the remnants of
whatever limited semen I had left. into Tiffany's
spread and well-worn little slit. Somehow it just made
it all the hotter. I noticed Amy looking at her
daughter's exposed breasts, her clothing in total
disarray and the spots of cum that adorned her inner
thighs. The smile she gave her daughter at that second
was an indefinable moment of tensionable release.
"Can we?" came the soft familiar voice from behind me.
I let go of Tiffany's waist Turning my head, everyone
else in the room was consigned to ancient history. My
beautiful Kylie knelt there, her arms held out to me.
There never was anyone else really, I knew that now!
Pulling her to me, I kissed her and all those months of
abstinence faded into the ether. I suppose I took her
panties off but I don't remember. Lying back for me and
opening up like the most beautiful rose in the early
morning sun, I took her... transported her to a place
only she and I can ever visit.
Her scent intoxicated me and the softness of her lips
and breasts befuddled the few senses left operational.
I was aware of her beginning to whimper and realised I
was entering her with passionate intent. I knew we had
done this down through the ages and that we are
destined to play the same role - perhaps in bodies of
alternate sexes - for maybe all time. It won't be long
enough!
I would have had left insufficient stocks of cum to
impregnate a hamster but it didn't matter. Just being
there was everything. Kylie knew that and simply smiled
up at me as she felt me reach my plateau letting me
know with her eyes that she had reached hers too. I lay
with her afterwards, just brushing her hair out of her
pretty eyes and telling her how much I loved her. As
always, she made me feel the adventurous schoolboy
rather than the assured father. Let it remain thus
Bob meanwhile was indulging his carnality with my
youngest daughter... the last technically to get
herself fucked this day. Having obviously run the gamut
of his "cum-all-over-their-evening-dresses" fantasy, he
had managed to strip Jenna somehow. She was in fact the
only girl totally naked at this point - and how hot did
she look? Her well-furred little pussy spread wide,
encouraging him to thrust in to depths unknown, she was
moaning audibly and more than happy to have him rubbing
her breasts and pulling hard on her nipples even as he
gave it to her big time. As their build-up neared the
final frontier, Jenna was thrusting her own hips up
like a total slut on heat - that actually is exactly
what she was at that precise moment, and everyone
watching knew it.
Right alongside her, Young Angela was taking a
shellacking from Warwick, much to Bob's undeniable
pleasure at witnessing so close at hand, his youngest
daughter's repeated penetration. "That's the way
Warwick," he managed to get out between his own
thrusts, "fuck her sexy little brains out."
I don't think I have ever seen two girls taken further
down the path of sexual fulfillment - two men either,
come to that. The four of them were not far off needing
life-support moments later. Two filled to the brim, the
others butt empty. I've always wondered if Angela was a
virgin! The silent tears running down Amy's cheek might
suggest she had been.
Jer, evidently with still some gas in the tank, had
Brianna now giggling furiously as he tugged her panties
well down past her knees. I figured it was time to have
a look at the bigger picture.
"Guys, Guys," I called out, eyeing off Jer's progress
with his best friend's daughter. He relaxed his grip on
the waistband of Brianna's hot little knickers allowing
her to gratefully tug them straight back up - still
giggling loudly it should be noted. I had now
everyone's attention.
"Just a thought I'm having people," I said. "All of us
- you two especially," I added, making eye contact with
Bob and Amy, "have had way too much drink to even think
of driving. What say the four of you bed down with us
for the night...we got more than enough space in the
three suites if we use the spare trundle beds. I'm sure
the girls don't mind snuggling up." That brought both
gasps and giggles.
Bob looked across at his wife. "Makes sense honey," He
said or rather ... slurred.
Amy looked at him then at her two daughters, both of
whom lay sprawled and very sated on their respective
beds.
"I guess that's OK with me," she answered finally. "Not
going to make much difference to anything now is it?"
she added almost petulantly.
"OK, that's settled," I replied. "Now let's figure out
who goes where?"
Well if that wasn't the cue for verbal warfare, I don't
know what was. No-one could decide or agree on
anything. Everyone wanted to be with someone that
another party figured was their existing right already.
It ended up me tossing a coin to sort out the Montagues
and Capulets.
The upshot was that Tiffany, Jerry, Jenna and Brianna
were accorded the next-door suite, whilst myself,
Angela, Amy and Michelle remained in our own room, with
Bob, Warwick Natalie and Kylie bunkered up in the third
suite. Just one ground rule! No discussions or
disclosures the next morning. Whatever was to
transpire, if anything...to stay personal and private.
The other eight transients, including my three misfits,
stumbled out of the room with their respective room-
mates, in varying degrees of sobriety, having first
made themselves decent (well from a dress-sense at
least) The other three men were about to die a horribly
unnatural death I kept thinking.
Clearing up the room first which took a while, given
the empty plates, bottles and glasses that littered the
place, we simply took a double bed each. Michelle had
her dress off and was snuggled up beside me in seconds.
Amy and her daughter were still in the washroom
attending to make-up removal. I already had Michelle's
bra off and was gently fondling her exquisitely sexy
little breasts when the other two emerged in some
erotically charged night-wear and crawled into their
own bed. The only two members of the same family
together I imagine. Under normal circumstances I would
have been praying for an invitation, but given the
immanency of my beautiful young companion, my mind was
in lock-down mode.
"Good night Noel," they both chirped. "Night girls," I
replied, my mind wholly engrossed with the softness
beneath my hands right that second. "Sleep well," I
added, wondering just who was going to be doing too
much of that this night.
"I've soo missed you," Michelle whispered. It didn't
call for an answer, simply a kiss - a long and
passionate one. She melted beside me. Drawing down her
panties, she wriggled out of them and fully naked now,
manoeuvered herself atop me, spreading her legs wide so
that my entire reproductive system was trapped beneath
her warm and protective pussy.
"You have my full attention sweetheart," I muttered
softly, nuzzling her neck and feeling her breasts
making delightful contact with my chest. Despite the
love I held for my own three and Larissa too, Michelle
had always held a special place in my heart and this
was the night I wanted to share that niche with her to
the full.
My hands smoothed over her curvy little bottom as I
kissed her lips, pouring out the nonsensical drivel
that one does at such times, re-enacting the male
courtship ritual that has thus far ensured the survival
of the species. Slipping into her, I felt her gasp then
settle into fully receptive mode as her legs clamped my
hips either side completely submissive now and needing
only for me to complete the act that her sex needed.
It was as it eventuated, quite unlike previous
copulatory efforts - neither rushed or physically
exacting. For the longest time, I simply remained
inside that wonderfully receptive little cavern,
penetrating her slowly and feeling with extended
clarity, that which I was doing to her. Whispering
words of a language they don't offer as an elective in
year nine, I thrust up into her with such delicate
precision, I could feel her vagina's reaction to each
and every incursion. Some may have noted over the
years, that gradual yet purposeful penetration, builds
to a far greater plateau than the "slam-bang-thank-you-
ma'am" technique employed by the novice lover as well
as the unthinking and unimaginative male partner.
Michelle's body tensed momentarily and she clung to me
in ecstasy. I felt her own orgasm taking her out -
venting its pleasure in an outward spiral as I came
myself. Forget the quantity - this was sheer quality!
Kissing her, I eased her alongside me, put an arm
around her and hugged her to me. She was asleep in
seconds.
The room should have been enveloped in silence. It was
for a while and then on the borderline of my REM stage
I heard a sound and it was definitely not mice.
The softest little gasp, bodies stirring slightly and
then the merest wisp of muted dialog. "Ohh mom, yessss,
that is soo nice!"
God had orchestrated the final touch for me - mother
and daughter discovering the joys of sensual
togetherness. Was this a first? Was incest a thing of
regularity in Bob's household after all?...did it
matter???
As if in answer, I heard Angela giggle softly... "Not
too hard mom, Noel's going to hear. Ohhh, wish we could
have done this before..."
Given the images such whisperings were conjuring up, I
was finding it very hard to drop off. Was three-
quarters through counting my third flock when I was
suddenly aware of someone at my side gently tugging my
arm.
"I just can't get to sleep - can we talk for a bit?"
"Sure Amy," I said, momentarily angered at losing count
of my wayward woollies, "Lets do it in comfort though.
We're never gonna wake this one up."
So saying, I gently eased Michelle's warm curves over
further and made room for my newly come-by guest.
"She's a very pretty girl isn't she?" Amy whispered,
clambering beneath the covers.
"You have no idea." I was tempted to say, but simply
mumbled "Uh huh!" instead.
Somewhat of a pained silence ensued. "I guess you heard
us just now?" she asked, inclining her head towards the
far side of the room.
"Well now Amy," I replied "I'd be lying if I didn't
hear the odd er, sentence. Speaking of very pretty
girls though, your daughters both, fall effortlessly
into that category I'm thinking."
"Thank you," she murmured politely. A rather delicate
arm had lain itself against my chest meanwhile. I
wasn't complaining.
"Amy," I whispered, "None of my business I realise, but
have you and Angela... well I guess Tiffany as well...
ever - you know, done stuff before?"
She almost giggled. "I swear Noel...we never have. I
don't know what happened between the two of us just
now...it just kinda seemed like the thing to do. She
was simply lying up against me and my fingers made like
they had a will of their own. Next thing Angela had her
hands in my panties and we sorta lost it." She paused
for a moment. "You and your second eldest
daughter...Kylie isn't it? You guys have done it
together before haven't you?"
"Yeah," I replied, "Was it that obvious?"
Then, before further conversation could resume, I found
Amy's lips but centimetres from my own. It was no
longer time for 'true confessions," but rather a double
period of Sex-Ed.
That transparent little nightdress was an early
casualty followed by the skimpiest bra I ever had the
pleasure to remove from a panting female. Tugging her
knickers down, stripped away that last vestige of
modesty leaving little more than one-fifteen pounds of
rampantly sexy womanhood astride me and ready for
whatever I was of a mind to dish out.
Must have been the alcohol still resident in our
respective blood-streams but no sooner had I fingered
her to orgasmic solace than Amy whispered "Can we have
a little fun with Michelle you think?" Not even under
threat of torture dare I ever admit my own thoughts had
been embracing a remarkably similar concept.
Still out to it amazingly, I was able to manouever her
slim form between us.
"Oh wow, she's naked, you evil man" Amy giggled, "Was
she fun?"
"Depends on your idea of 'fun' Amy," I answered, "But
in the fully accepted sense of the word, I'd have to
say, yes she was. I've always had a soft spot for
Michelle - such a cutie!"
"I'll say." Amy murmured, "sexy little breasts too" she
giggled. It was only then that I could make out in the
gloom, Amy's hands cupping and lightly fondling
Michelle's delicate little mounds. I was right - this
woman definitely liked girls!
Now call me perverted in the extreme, but even given
the sexual excesses of Harper Valley, nothing in my
short-term memory came close, in terms of an arousal
factor at least, to having that sexy little daughter of
Jerry's lying between us totally naked and open for the
two of us to carnally abuse at our leisure - and don't
assume either, that Amy took the high road whilst I
restricted myself to the low road.
Both of us took escalating pleasure in fingering her
unprotected slit whilst we fondled both breasts, either
independently or together. Amy, it should be recorded
for posterity, was taking the greatest delight in
sucking Michelle's right nipple additionally, even as
her fingers delved deeper still between the girl's
parted legs.
That Michelle would wake up sooner or later was hardly
in dispute. More than likely her own semi-conscious
moans of pleasure were partly responsible for the
event.
"W-w-what are you doing?" she mumbled, hips still in
pleasurable transit.
"Well sweetie," I whispered, "It's like this. Amy
sleep-walks and I just woke up as she was climbing into
my bed. Since she was here and feeling... oh Hell - you
know how girls feel Michelle - we figured you wouldn't
mind too much if she had a little play. I was just
keeping her company.
"You are such a liar Noel," she giggled and put an arm
up to draw me down to her level - her kissable level
that is!
This time I was fully devoid of any and all restraint.
"Fuck her Noel," Amy whispered to me, "Please - I want
to feel her up while you're fucking her hard."
Have I ever been one to let down a member of the female
persuasion?
And thus it was, I took her down Missionary lane,
probably as hard as ever I have penetrated anyone in
living memory. Michelle was literally crying out in
passion - what Amy was doing to her I have no idea, but
whatever it was, her breathing was tending towards the
erratic too.
Even as I completed my tour of duty with the now
majorly depleted stocks such that I possessed, cruelly
distracting images of both Kylie and Natalie
alternately, being taken much the same way as they lay
naked and vulnerable side by side, between Bob and
Warwick in that far suite, invaded my twisted thoughts.
Not to mention what Jerry might - certainly would be
doing to Jenna, just next door.
Hell is way too good for me - I realise this!
Even the greatest sexual opportunity is without value
when the body is no longer willing and even with the
permutations possible should Angela be awakened in the
bed opposite... I had reached the end of the line -
physically, emotionally and probably creatively too.
Of course I dismissed no-one from that bed of dreams,
simply kissing both girls and thanking them for a night
I neither deserved or could ever hope to equal. The
shutters came down with unheralded momentum.
What, if anything, the two of them transacted in terms
of same-sex pleasures from that point onwards, I can
never know and thus - neither can you!
Not a lot more to add. We certainly could have used the
"boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B" next morning as
it was heading up for eleven am. before anyone stirred
- and even that was only aided and abetted by the hotel
floor maids knocking on the doors to change the linen.
Tellingly, my three all made their return to our suite
flushed and giggly a little later. Natalie was
lamenting her inability to walk that well, while Kylie
was cupping her pussy gingerly as she entered the room.
"I'm sooo sore dad," she wailed. I didn't ask the
identity of the main culprit. Besides, my suspicions
were pretty much proven when I caught sight of Bob soon
afterwards, trying to negotiate the stairs to the
dining area with quite some discomfort.
Jenna handled her infirmities the best of the three.
Maybe being the youngest, she retains the greatest
recuperative powers. The only clue as to her overnight
misdemeanors was at the point of squeezing through a
half open door, and brushing up against Angela - she
appeared to wince and clutch her breasts protectively.
"Bit sore there are we darling?" I asked in passing.
She stuck her tongue out at me.
Ahead of the drive to Anaheim, we farewelled Bob and
his family, thanking them for a wonderful time and
asking with no expectation of any acquiescence, whether
or not they could ever see themselves coming to Sydney
Australia?
"Oh can we dad, CAN we??" Tiffany and Angela chorused?
Who'd believe it? The re-match has been tentatively set
down for the 2006/2007 Christmas holidays and we are
talking the ultimate tag-team event here!
(c) Peter_Pan 2006
Extracted from "Harper Valley: A Postscript" 2006 Lulu
Publishing Inc. Morrisville NC
http://www.lulu.com/content/402381
Visit also: "The World of Peter Pan"
http://www.geocities.com/worldofpeter_pan/intro.html
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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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