The Complete Harper Valley
Peter_Pan
THE COMPLETE HARPER VALLEY
By: Peter_Pan
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First published by United Directory Systems UK Bexley Kent 2006
Printed by Lulu Press 2006 Morrisville NC 27560 (2006-2021)
Second Edition Published in 2016
This Edition and also as an e-Book 2021
ISBN: 978-1-63795-973-2
FOREWORD
This compilation is the result of sustained pressure by so many readers of the Harper Valley episodes worldwide, who have indicated their great desire to acquire a published version of the entire series.
The opening Harper Valley chapters, first compiled in the early 2000’s, although undeniably adult in content are, if you have the awareness to see, anything but “grubby” little tales. They are in fact, intended as a dedication to the beauty of youthful innocence and at their core is a deep love and respect for the feminine form. To many, this may appear an irreconcilable paradox given the content.
If you cannot divine the difference between “exploitation” and “limitless appreciation,” best you go read something else. “Heart of Darkness,” by Joseph Conrad for instance!
The girls here are loved – probably more so than most. They simply have had an opportunity to express their youth and sexuality in ways that not one in fifty million young females the world over, ever have.
With the advent of latter-day technology this publication is now available to even more readers as an e-book.
© Peter_Pan Colorado: January 2021
ACKNOWLEDGEMENT
“Well this is just a little Peyton Place
and you’re all Harper Valley hypocrites”
So sang Jeannie C. Riley way back in 1968, in the song written by C & W star Tom T. Hall, that propelled her to the top of pop charts worldwide. The lyrics are as applicable in 2020 as they were almost fifty-one years ago.
Much as I would like to admit that the contents of this book were inspired by the song itself, such is not the case. Nor do I imagine either Tom T Hall or Jeannie herself would wish to be associated with what is inescapably adult literature. The fact is, that without going into unnecessary detail, certain real-time events paved the way for this series and it was simply the association of young girls currently attending High School, that recalled to mind the lyrics of Harper Valley PTA.
That said, I remain deeply appreciative of both Jeannie C. Riley and Tom T. Hall for their collaboration on this timeless classic.
Peter_Pan
CHAPTER ONE
FORGET HARPER VALLEY PTA
I’m still in shock. Major league, brain-cell frying disorientation type shock! Fact is, I have now a whole new slant on the education system or at least, the home education system. Problem is, I now have to make one crucial decision.
It would doubtless come as no surprise to all but the voluntarily cloistered few, that at some stage or other, the average father looks at his daughter or daughters and thinks…“yummy!” Many, I am sure (and you can count me in here!) reflect beyond the “yummy” stage to the “what if?” stage or if, like mine they are just too cute for their own good – the “gotta do something about this” stage! Given the facts as laid out in an earlier tale (published elsewhere) “It Came Upon a Midnight Clear,” one can see that any such contemplation was circumstantially grounded by “opportunity” which ultimately opened up a new family-career path.
A while back now, the co-ed High School my daughters attend, held one of their regular parent/teacher nights. One fronts-up to a regular procession of Math, History, English and Science lecturers who not that long ago would never have made it past the first interview for a teaching position. They drone on about the importance of assessments, percentile bands, re-vamped syllabuses and vocational guidance, while you sit there thinking “What a fucking idiot!” Once in a while I have broken up the drudgery by asking them if they know what an archaeopterix is – only ever found one who did…science professors included!
However I digress. Between appointments for specific teachers I found myself chatting to other parents while Jenna was talking to her girlfriends. One such conversation began after a father, a little younger than myself, had been watching Jenna for a while before speaking to me,
“You have a very pretty daughter you know.”
Deciding not to punch him out then and there, I was on the verge of saying “Yeah, and I wouldn’t mind fucking your’s either,” when I realised he may not have had one. So I just said “Uh-huh, thanks. Yep, she is a little sweetheart.”
At that moment a rather cute little blonde sidled up to him and muttered,
“Be another ten minutes dad.”
We got to talking and comparing notes. Michelle I discovered is in a grade above Jenna – they know each other recognizably but have never spoken. I noticed that her father leveled many a secondary glance at Jenna before asking what struck me as a weird question.
“Does she get out much?”
Not entirely sure what he meant, I simply replied that she goes out quite a bit with girlfriends. She has, like most seventeen-year old girls at High School, her own little clique.
Well this guy – he introduced himself as Jerry Clarke - was sure taken with the subject of young girls, he must have singled out at least half a dozen in the room for some personal comment or other.
Suddenly from way left field,
“Ever thought of “doing it” with a girl that age?” he whispered.
“Yeah,” I replied, “And the twenty years hard labor afterwards.” I added.
"Not necessarily,” was the cryptic response.
Right then, his number was called and his daughter collected him. Before he left, he asked if I’d like to have a cappuccino with him at the local mall the following Saturday morning. Having no particular reason not to….I agreed.
I don’t think I’ll ever see a cappuccino in quite the same way again.
It didn’t take him long to get back on his topic of choice….young girls. I wondered if he was compiling a University thesis. Somehow we got on to the subject of what a tease they can be (as if I hadn’t noticed)…..the need to spank them sometimes (now that was a subject close to my heart!) But it was at the point he asked me once again, if I had ever thought of doing anything with any of my daughters (or their friends) that my ears pricked up (not just my ears either!) Thinking it best not to mention my one slight straying from the path of righteousness, I merely said that I had “thought” of doing lots of things…what father hadn’t if they are honest?
He persisted. “If you had the opportunity though….would you?”
“Depends on the opportunity,” I answered honestly.
He looked around the coffee bar almost furtively.
“What would you say if I told you there were quite a few fathers locally who held these “parties” where young girls – their daughters included, had a whole lot of “fun!”
“I’d want the address,” I replied, wondering where the hell this was heading.
Jerry then went on to explain that he was part of a circle of parents, almost all of them at my daughter’s school, who held these bi-monthly parties on a rotation system and at which a condition of entry was that “after a preliminary induction” every father wishing to go, must bring his own daughter. I asked the obvious question…..”What about the mothers?” His reply of “Oh, several girls are taken by both parents,” just blew me away! It also sent my imagination into hyperdrive.
“So you’re telling me girls from what? sixteen years upwards, are stripped and made to have sex with other men while their moms and dads watch?”
“Even younger and they’re not made to,” he said. “They are more than willing and its not just with the other fathers – they have sex with their own dads as well, sometimes their moms too. That PTA night we met, at least five of those girls there attend these parties regularly.”
Convinced he was joshing, I just mentioned that I had to go as I had a fair few things to attend to.
“Well?” he said, “You want to at least come and have a look?”
Curious beyond belief, I said “Sure……when?…where? But I’m not bringing any daughter.”
“No, that’s fine,” he replied, “No-one does the first time they go. The next party is today week. Don’t have the venue yet, ’ll call you.”
With that, he left. I had two more cappuccinos!
Jerry rang me the following weekend and made arrangements to pick me up just after lunch. My kids were all out doing other things which worked in well. There was always the cellphone if anyone needed me.
Some fifteen minutes north of my home is “Millionaire’s Row” as it is colloquially known. An exclusive suburb best described as semi rural. Multiple adjoining five/ten acre blocks each with room for a decent airstrip. Three million might just buy you the cheapest homestead up there. A few of the girls from the college lived up thataway I knew, having taken both Jenna and Kylie there for the odd birthday party. Privacy certainly wasn’t an issue in Windsor Hills, an affluent north western suburb of Sydney, Australia. Michelle was seated in the front with her Father and I found the conversation somewhat heavy going, realizing that she must obviously be an active participant. What do you say to a pretty eighteen-year old girl on her way to a sex party? “Do you fuck here often?”
For her part, Michelle seemed as relaxed and normal as any teenager on her way to the shopping mall. She smiled at me when I got in and was chatting away to her dad the whole trip. Dressed in a hot little skirt and top, I wondered if that was some kinda “uniform” they were all expected to wear?
As Jerry pulled into a drive-way, I had my first coronary. I knew the place – it was one of the houses I’d brought Kylie to a few months earlier. Several hundred yards long, the drive gave way to a tree’d courtyard where ten or eleven vehicles, mainly 4-wheel drive monstrosities, were arrogantly clustered about the main entrance. Jerry backed-up between two huge pine-trees and the three of us exited. Michelle was holding her father’s hand I noticed.
We were welcomed by a man who I recalled as hosting the birthday party I had brought my daughter to. He obviously recognised me too. When introduced by Jerry he said “We’ve met before haven’t we?” I nodded.
Inside, we were ushered-in to an enormous room they could have staged the 92nd Academy Awards presentation in. Tables were scattered about with nibblies, drinks and what have you, while a dozen or so groups of chairs were clustered around the wall. Its what was on the chairs caught my eye. Girls! – handpicked pretty ones by the look of it. Some looked to me to be well under-age, most I would guess were of Jenna or Kylie’s vintage…seventeen or eighteen. The greater majority were in short skirts, but a few had on nice dresses and others were wearing tight jeans with mid-riff tops. Of greatest concern, I recognised a couple of girls from Jenna’s grade – God, does she actually know about all this I wondered?
As Jerry had mentioned, there were indeed a few mothers seated with their daughters and I counted at least three sets of what were obviously husbands and wives. Perhaps most staggering was the fact that all these people were basically middle to upper class families, absolutely none of whom would you be expecting to see at such a venue. Mind you at this juncture, I had still no idea what exactly the program for the afternoon’s festivities was likely to be. But for the young girls, It looked for all the world like an up-market Tupperware party about to kick-off.
I noticed one or two men who like myself appeared to be unaccompanied and who were standing uneasily along the far wall, either with a friend or smiling at whoever glanced at them.
Wondering how this was going to “begin” as such, and at that stage, people were still coming in – ostensibly men, accompanied by one or two girls who presumably were their daughters…I noticed a couple of girls leave their seats and cross to other small groups. One cute little brunette, she couldn’t have been much more than fifteen, went and sat herself down on another man’s lap while he was talking to a young woman in her thirties. He put his arm around her, said something I couldn’t hear, then kissed her on the lips. The woman took hold of the girl’s hand and smiled at her.
“Pretty isn’t she?”
I was jolted out of my reverie. “Her name is Chantelle,” Jerry continued, “That man is her best-friend’s father. If you look over there,” he inclined his head to the far side of the room, where the girl had been sitting, “That’s her best friend Nadia, sitting on Chantelle’s dad’s knee.”
Other girls now appeared to be moving around the room, several fathers too, leaving their own daughters and heading off to their chosen quarry. Not all though, one man I noticed across from us and who had just walked in, began kissing the girl he had brought. She was responding with quite some passion.
I caught Jerry’s attention and pointed out the couple….“Are they?…..” He anticipated my question.
“Yes, that’s his daughter Brittany. Isn’t she hot?”
“Hot” didn’t cover it by a long shot. In one of the tightest and shortest skirts on offer there, as she stood on tip-toe to kiss her father, his hand dropped to her bottom and began just rubbing it affectionately. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing….but I wanted to see more!
Michelle I noticed, had left her dad too and was over with a small group to our left. A man in his late thirties had his arm around her as they chatted. My mouth was drying up, no doubt about it.
I turned my head. Occasionally you see something you have difficulty in accepting, however much you might want it to be happening. I was having one such epiphany! As little Chantelle sat on her friend’s father’s lap, the woman who had been holding her hand began surreptitiously pushing the girl’s skirt up. She then slipped her hand right up between her legs and it looked to me like she was rubbing her panties. The man said something to her as the girl wriggled noticeably.
There was something clearly wriggling in my own trousers at this stage.
Both of them were now intently involved with the little brunette. The woman eased Chantelle around until she was straddling the man…obviously her husband. For his part he was now not only kissing her but had one hand up under her top and by the look of it, was fondling her tiny breasts. His wife pulled the girl’s skirt higher and was openly now rubbing her hard between her legs through her fully exposed dark blue knickers, her arms encircling the girl’s waist and hips. The girl appeared to be murmuring something..I couldn’t hear what.
Brittany’s father had been joined by a second man. As the girl French-kissed her father, the other man stood behind her, kissing her neck and bringing his hands up under her arms to commence fondling her breasts. The father said something to him, after which he stopped fondling her but reached down and taking hold of her hips, began easing her skirt upwards. I noticed Brittany clearly pushing back with her bottom into the man’s crotch which although I could not see from the front, must obviously have had something there she liked. By the time her panties were exposed, I was needing a paramedic.
Variations on these themes were being played out all over the room. Girls were being kissed, fondled…even tickled, wall to wall. One girl I noticed in a hot little blue dress, was lying on a guy she had pushed back on one of the lounges and he had his hands all over her as she openly rubbed herself on him while he kissed her.
Jerry I noticed had headed off to his daughter’s group where Michelle was now seated between two men, one of which had another girl who looked to be very young indeed, sitting prettily on his knee. I couldn’t see what, if anything was being done to either of them.
Such was not the case with Chantelle’s friend Nadia however. I stared open-mouthed as Michelle’s father undid her top, removed it and then pulled the girl’s bra straps down her arms, fully revealing the sexiest pair of little nipples which he began to suck in earnest – first one side, then the other. The girl looked across to her own father who smiled back at her obviously fully approving. He was busy enough himself, helping a young red-head divest herself of her light green panties. For the girl’s part, she appeared to have her hand inside his zipper and she definitely wasn’t looking for a Malteser!
At one of the small groups further along the far wall, two men and a woman were intent on watching the progress of two young blonde girls who were being encouraged to kiss one another while one was having her jeans pulled down and the other, her skirt pushed up. Obviously the mother of one of them, the woman was helping out with the jeans while another man was whispering something to her as he fondled her breasts.
Just away to my right, another cute little blonde who I recognised as Brianna – one of Jenna’s classfriends and who comes over to our place once in a while, was being stripped by a tall man who I knew was definitely not her father. He had her down to her bra and panties and was in the process of unhooking her front clasp. I figured I may as well start somewhere. Brianna knew I was there, so I may as well do something! Besides, I thought she was the hottest little thing the first time Jenna invited her over.
As I approached, the man looked up – I don’t think he had planned on any assistance. Brianna though smiled at me.
“Hello Mr Baker….you haven’t been to any of these parties before have you?” I shook my head.
“No…and nor should you have missy.” I teased her. She gave the sexiest little smile.
As the man unhooked her and exposed her breasts, he simply said “Name’s Chris,” and offered his hand. I took it, gave my name and turning back to Brianna asked the dumbest of questions. “Would you let me pull those panties down sweetie?” Even Chris looked at me like not all of my dogs were barking.
I think she was the first one to get nude…and boy was it worth it! Beautiful little figure, curvy hips, firm breasts with “suck-me-before-you-do-anything-else nipples. Chris beat me to it on that score. But the real prize lay there fully exposed now. Cutest little pussy surrounded by wispy blonde hair that formed a delicate protective triangle just a little higher up. I had such a hard-on…mainly because I was unavoidably imagining seeing my own daughters being stripped the same way. God what would I have given at that moment to see that?
I dropped to my knees and nuzzled little Brianna’s pussy with my face. She was making all sorts of funny little noises – when I licked her, she made a whole lot more.
“Let’s fuck her,” said Chris, somewhat indelicately I thought, pulling her over to a spare lounge. Still, you couldn’t fault the man’s logic.
I looked around…and felt more chest pains! Several girls were down to their last stages of clothing…..most notably their panties. Funny how men like to leave that till last isn’t it? The two blonde girls that had been kissing were now separated and seated on two guy’s knees besides one another. One girl had a hand in her panties, the other was being held by the arms while another man was attempting to pull her knickers off. Her mother was otherwise engaged with some girl’s father who, having gotten her down to just her knickers, was sucking her breasts one at a time and generating some serious moans. I would have kept watching but there was too much going on. Nadia was naked and being pushed backwards on the carpet as Chantelle’s father continued to kiss her. Chantelle herself was in a far more interesting position. The man had his cock out while Chantelle lay full length on his wife, clad now only in her undies. It looked to me like the woman was rubbing the girls breasts with her own while her husband had two vaginal options immediately open to him (as it were) Doubtless he took both.
Chris meanwhile had had all the fun so far with Brianna – I figured it was my turn. Getting him to sit in a spare chair, I got him to hold her front-on to me with her legs spread. He was happily occupied fondling her breasts while I licked her several more times. Brianna was moaning by then and if I had been a girl, I probably would have been too – in anticipation! She had her legs spread to the limit and was fully prepped I have to say.
I didn’t so much get my cock out as “unchain it.” I’m not that big, but there again, I never had a solitary complaint. Placing the head at her very wet vaginal entry, I reckon I showed remarkable restraint in not simply raping her stupid. Fact is, I wanted her to enjoy it as much as me. As I pushed in, I felt the tightness of her young pussy despite the fact it had obviously borne considerable in-bound traffic in recent times. So tight in fact was she, it felt like I was entering a ten-year old – no wonder I came so quickly! She was wriggling about on Chris’ lap, pushing forward with her little hips and completely given over to it. The old maxim “They don’t make ‘em like they used to,” never carried less relevance.
It was then Chris’ turn. It was at this juncture – holding her on my knee, feeling her hot little curvy ass, fondling her breasts and kissing her neck, sweet-smelling blonde hair full in my face and seeing Chris’ cock enter her, that I realised I was seeing all this happen to Jenna and Kylie. Try as I might, I could not shake the image.
After Chris filled her again (he wasn’t much slower than me) Brianna lay against me breathing heavily and looking every inch a happily fucked teenager. Another father was walking over to us so I gave her a kiss and told her I’d see her before I went. Time to move on.
Approaching Jerry’s little group I was staggered to see Michelle down on her knees, still in her skirt and panties however and French kissing an obviously younger girl with rather cute pigtails. A man was positioning himself behind Michelle and as I watched, pulled her skirt up over her hips and then pushed her panties aside and began to finger her deeply while extricating a rather large erection with his now free hand. Jerry, watching proceedings closely, leant over and whispered something to his daughter that sounded like “Let him fuck you hard baby,” but I could be wrong.
As I neared, he stood up and said to me,
“Well, I see you weren’t being too shy with some of the guests?” I told him I knew the girl.
“Well then, all the better,” he added.. “It’s more fun when you know them isn’t it?….just that little bit naughtier. Her father’s over there you know,” saying which he indicated towards the huge bay window where a rather well built youngish-looking man had a very nice-looking dark-haired girl down on her knees, sucking him like there was no tomorrow. Something about her submissive pose was just soo hot, I wanted to feel her lips affording me the same pleasure. Oddly, she was still dressed, although he had one hand down her top fondling what was quite obviously as hot a pair of tits as you could have found in the room.
I glanced back at Brianna. The “replacement” was kissing her greedily while she was kneeling there, wanking him hard. I watched as he came in a sudden hot and unbroken stream, all over her breasts, nipples and face. I knew I could never see Brianna again….at our place especially, without full recall of this incredible moment.
Michelle now was being comprehensively fucked. Jerry had his cock out and was wanking furiously as he watched his daughter’s hot little pussy being abused stupid by the man. She was handing him maximum penetration by pushing back at each thrust……if you can believe it, the guy was making more noise than she was! I left them to it, having just seen something I really needed to check out.
Whilst most every girl in the room was pretty much nude at this stage and if not moaning from the attention being received, sitting on the floor breathless or leaning against a parent’s legs recovering, there was at the far end of the room I noticed, a decidedly odd couple. Father and daughter quite obviously by virtue of common features, she was sitting rather demurely in a chair, hands folded in her lap while her father perched on the arm of the chair, one arm protectively around his daughter’s waist. A totally incongruous scene given the nature of the entertainment. I walked over to them.
The girl looked up as I approached. Very attractive (her father was a good looking man also) with fine features – some Italian or Spanish blood in there I would guess. Dark hair beautifully groomed and set off with two small pieces of red ribbon that really made her look pretty. She had on a very tasteful knee length skirt and what might have been a cashmere top. With the very light but subtle make-up she was wearing, the girl looked older than she obviously was.
I was wondering why they had set themselves apart. Was he unwilling to allow her to take an active part (I could well understand that). Was she shy? Was he? As if reading my thoughts, the man proffered a hand. “George Coombs, this is my daughter Larissa.” I wasted no time retrieving her hand and kissing it.
“Just watching all this” he continued, “We have never attended any of these “parties” (he hesitated before selecting the word) before. Are you here with your daughter?”
Having introduced myself, I explained that it was my first time also and that I was here by invitation.
“What brought you here?” I asked.
“Well actually, Larissa is a good friend of one of the girls over there…he pointed in Michelle’s direction. She knew about these parties and wanted to come and see for herself.” Larissa blushed and dug her father in the ribs.
“Dad!!!,” she muttered. I felt like kissing her. Actually I felt like doing a lot more than that.
“Do you have any daughters?” she asked me.
“Yep…three actually,” I told her. seventeen, eighteen and twenty.
“Larissa is almost eighteen,” George interjected. “Are you going to bring any of yours to the next party?”
I wondered if he was planning on making a booking, but said,
“Haven’t decided and anyway, I’m not sure any of them would want to come?” I replied.
Larissa looked up….”Have you um, you know…..with any of the girls here?”
Obviously my performance with Brianna had been obscured or they had been watching other frenetic activities at the time. Nevertheless, I thought I’d be truthful.
“Just one….that little blonde girl over there by the table.” I pointed across the room. “She is a friend of my daughter and I know her quite well.”
“Oh, that’s Brianna,” said Larissa blushing again….”I know her too, we play in the same District Netball team.”
I had immediate visions of Larissa in one of those hotter than hot short little Netball skirts and top, her hot breasts. (such that I could see of them, and I really was trying) jiggling as she shot for goal.
Just close to us, a half-undressed girl was seated on a man and was starting to let him feel her up. He had one hand up now between her legs. It was so damned arousing, I turned to Larissa (I had been crouching the far side of her chair) and just kissed her. She made no attempt to withdraw or even deflect my lips. I kissed her harder and then realising what I was doing, I stopped.
“Sorry George, don’t know what got into me. Its just the heat of the moment…and lets face it, there’s a lot of heat round here.”
“No, its OK,” he said, “So long as Larissa doesn’t mind…I’m OK with it!”
I looked at her…..”You really don’t mind me doing that?”
“I should,” she teased, “But you’re nice, so its OK!”
My erection was instant. “Nice???” Oh God, How I wanted to be nicer!
I stood up and put out my hand to her. I must have looked like I was asking her to dance but she seemed to read me and knew what I wanted. She got up and let me sit in the chair. I pulled her back down into a sitting position on my lap. George was quite obviously a keen observer now.
Looking at a beautiful girl sitting in a chair and having her sitting on you, are way different experiences let me assure you. She was young, warm, cuddly, sweet-smelling…something about her reminded me of my daughter Kylie…..Goddamn I’m a sick man!
There will be readers out there who understand exactly what I mean when I say that one of the sexiest things about a girl is her hair. Its scent, its texture, its very femininity. As I nuzzled Larissa, really quite lovingly, her hair fell against my face and captivated my rising emotions. I ran my hand through the lower curls and kissed her neck. Ingest all the alcohol you want, no amount can affect the senses like having a young girl sitting on you with your arms around her waist, feeling her natural heat and knowing that whether you elect to move your hands north or south its all good news.
Larissa was beginning to respond simply to my nuzzling her, holding her tight and having her neck kissed. Her father leant down and muttered something to her but I couldn’t hear what it was…I think my heartbeat was drowning out the conversation. Whatever else was going on in the room, I really wasn’t interested.
She must have been able to feel my erection beneath her bottom but gave no sign that she had. The good news was…that it didn’t bother her obviously. I kissed her harder…further round under her ears now and she was responding dramatically. Making all sorts of pleasurable noises, I risked moving one hand upwards and just allowed the merest contact with the lower side of her left breast.
She just made a sound like “Ohh” and inclined her pretty face towards me. I kissed her full on the lips and she just melted. I must be honest, I felt like a young kid with his first girlfriend and her presence was radically affecting me. I think I was having a majorly strong effect on her too. I raised both hands and cupped her breasts.
This time, a clear “Ohhh.” As I began to very gently fondle her through her top I could see her father watching and quite obviously not minding. That made it all the hotter. I whispered to her, “Larissa, you are just so beautiful, I hope you don’t mind me doing this.” She shook her head slightly and turned towards me with those wonderfully soft and very lightly glossed lips.
Having the most perfectly sited aspect down her shoulders, the curves of her breasts stood out clearly. I began to undo her two top buttons which immediately ceded the view of her cleavage. She had on a pretty and somewhat frilly blue bra that suggested I was dealing here with some perfectly formed 32 inch, B-cupped breasts that made me want to get her pregnant immediately. I slipped a hand down inside her right cup and gently rubbed her nipple.
She closed her eyes, moaned and held my hand against her soft skin with her own hand. Her nipples were very erect and the more I manipulated them the more she responded with soft moans and wriggles. Her father I imagine must have been suffering an erection of the crippling kind, I could only imagine what I would have been feeling watching him doing this to Jenna.
Gradually lowering my left hand to her lap, I deliberately applied pressure where I knew her hot little mound must be residing below that skirt. After a couple of such probings I felt her legs spread just the slightest. She was looking at me with not a little urgency just as girls do when you have them so expectantly hot and bothered. I laid my hand flat in her lap and pushing downwards with my palm, could clearly feel the lower abdomen as it curves towards that most private of areas. My fingers reached the precipice and arrowed downwards, pressing inwards – right dead center.
The girl clung to me and arched her back as one hand maintained its light hold of her right breast, just caressing and fondling, the other probing her deeply as I negotiated, albeit through her skirt, that hottest of places where is generated such heat. As I kissed her, I whispered how much I wanted and desired her. Her groans evidenced her own needful complicity.
George was being a naughty boy and undoing more of his daughter’s buttons. We slipped the cashmere top off leaving her lying against me, with just that little bra affording some modesty. She gasped as her father pulled her right bra strap down…the least I could do was help with the left one. As both her breasts were slowly uncovered and her dark but fairly small nipples exposed, he leant across and kissed his own daughter hard on the lips.
Having some concern for my now irregular heartbeat, I hoped I would see this through to its conclusion, whatever that might possibly, be without the need for a defibrillator.
I slipped my right hand up under her skirt and pulled the hem up past her knees. Another “Ohh,” but no resistance! Placing my hand on her beautiful thigh, I slowly encircled the soft skin and moved upwards. As I approached her panties, Larissa was really wriggling her hips and becoming just so aroused. Whether she could possibly be any further advanced than her father or myself is open to speculation.
The heat factor as I allowed my fingers a first brush of her panties was incredible. She moaned audibly and quite subconsciously pushed forward with her hips. Taking hold of her left leg, her father gently held her right and we pulled her legs apart as far as the chair would allow. With George’s help we tugged her skirt up under her bottom and up past her hips, leaving her matching blue knickers completely exposed. I could see how wet she was and at the point I began rubbing her slit through the soft material, she was one transported young girl.
Speaking for myself, my erection was in danger of snapping, such was its delicate and needful condition. I slipped my hand inside her waistband. As my fingers caressed for the first time, her beautiful pussy, her moans increased in intensity. She began kissing her father passionately and was quite unopposed to us taking her bra off. To say she was wet, would be a classic understatement – she was awash! Nevertheless I began to caress her pussy rhythmically, keeping to a circularised motion that made sure the clitoris was being well stimulated. We lifted her legs across the arms of the chair to give maximum access. It was only then I noticed two other men watching from not three paces away and wanking furiously. It would have been an awesome sight from their viewpoint.
Inserting two fingers suddenly into her pussy, she just gasped and shook. The slightest probing further and I made an interesting discovery. Larissa was still a virgin. I could only fall back on logic and make the assumption that this was now a condition she wished no longer to maintain. If it was, she sure was going about it the wrong way.
Her father was like-minded one assumes.
“Fuck her, go on, I want you to…Larissa wants it too.” I heard him half stammering, scarce able to believe himself I think, what he was saying.
While fingering her softly, I leant down to her and whispered, “Larissa, would you let me make love to you? I will be really gentle if you can trust me.”
She looked up at me, her beautiful dark brown eyes almost pleading and just nodded.
With her legs spread as they were, there was no need to remove her panties. They were such skimpy little things, so slim down the center, her pussy was fully visible from both sides anyway. I release my caged erection and knelt between her legs. Her point of entry pretty much right on the edge of the chair by now and it couldn’t have been easier. Although unshaven, the hair surrounding her slit was neither rampant or thick…merely an exquisite natural frame which was never likely to need a razor. It was to me the prettiest little pussy I had laid eyes on and in its refined naturalness - just the biggest turn-on.
“Be careful with her please,” said George. He needn’t have spoken.
Being as wet as she was, was an enormous plus, for both of us. She absolutely gasped as I entered her..just looking at me and transferring her own arousal to me…as if I needed it.
At the point of reaching the hymen, I took hold of her left hand with my right and continued to just push in and out with only marginally increased pressure. Although she would obviously have been able to feel the obstacle, I don’t believe it was hurting her. She was wriggling with pleasure which suggested her “apprehension factor” was low. I pushed in now with some little force and I felt her wince. Knowing she was almost seventeen, and assuming that like most normal girls she must masturbate regularly, I assumed the hymen would be somewhat less rigid these days and that one thrust might effect its demise. Such was the case and as I crossed that new frontier she let out a whimper but one that soon gave way to extreme pleasure as I penetrated her deeply.
George, unable to restrain himself further understandably, had his own cock out now and was wanking in full view of his daughter who was now half crying with pleasure.
“Ohh, don’t stop,” she begged.
Yeah right, like I was ever going to?
I suppose you would have to term it “an ejaculation,” but what I managed undoubtedly was an eruption. As I came in her, I felt her own orgasm which had been building to a wondrous crescendo….We simply held each other’s hand tightly and just let it happen.
CHAPTER TWO
RETURN TO HARPER VALLEY
All I can say is, if Larissa did have any plans on remaining a virgin for the return trip home, she was in for a major disappointment. Certainly it had never been her father’s intention, judging by the stream of hot cum he sprayed in his daughter’s face and which had her gasping, just seconds after I filled her beautiful pussy. Let’s face it, neither of them could have been that naïve, willingly attending a function where her school-friends were expected to be routinely fucked in parallel.
The two gentleman behind us who I mentioned had been wanking themselves into a frenzy earlier, had doubtless had their view of Larissa’s progress towards orgasm, obscured by my not inconsiderable contribution to the events at hand. Retracting my cock from her now overly sensitive but de-virginised pussy, I retreated from the immediate vicinity, thus affording them an unobstructed view of her legs still at an angle of some one-sixty degrees up on the arms of the chair.
Larissa herself was simply lying back, emotionally drained and breathing stertorously. Her father appeared to be in no hurry to invoke some degree of modesty for his daughter and was in fact now lightly caressing her breasts once more. The two men moved closer and obviously inspired by her naked and spread vulnerability, came together, shooting a significant quantity of cum all over her tummy, inner thighs and pussy. Larissa appeared stunned and just put her hand down between her legs, casually retrieving a sample as it ran down the face of her slit. Her father took her hand and made her rub it into her breasts and nipples. I heard her moan softly and look up at him pleadingly.
“Why don’t you fuck her man?” said one of the observers. “I would, if she were my daughter!”
“C’mon dad,” Larissa was gazing up at him. “Fuck me……go on.”
I have commented on this phenomenon before. It is quite incredible how, what you would term respectable and “good” girls can behave, when gripped by sexual passion. Things they would never think, let alone say, spill from their mouths at such times. I seriously doubt Larissa had ever uttered the word “fuck” in her life. Right now, that and the phrase “don’t stop” probably constituted her entire working vocabulary.
Whether at the men’s urgings or simply playing out his own (understandable) desires, George knelt between Larissa’s legs and wasted no time penetrating her. She gasped audibly and if possible spread a fraction wider. The two other fathers moved to either side of her and taking hold of a leg each just beneath her knees, held her so wide apart. They also took the opportunity of fondling and rubbing her breasts and nipples as George really began his main assault.
Larissa was just far and away out of it by now, murmuring “fuck me dad” intermittently. It was making me crazy to watch but I couldn’t have turned away if you had paid me. Even given that this followed on so closely to his earlier performance, I think George filled his daughter pretty much up to her chest cavity. Which of them was the more spent is open to conjecture. I was ready to fuck one of the pot-plants. I hadn’t even noticed, but I must have been stroking myself throughout the entire performance. Thank God for that PTA evening!
Looking across the room momentarily, I saw Jerry’s daughter Michelle, sitting abstractedly on a woman’s lap of all things, watching her father fuck the bejesus out of a really tiny little blonde girl who was face-down on the carpet with a cushion up under her little hips. Some guy was holding her arms steady and saying stuff to her. I had the impression it was her father. From the angle and distance I was, she appeared to have the tiniest of breasts which Jerry was indulging himself with pleasurably as he fucked her stupid. Her little ass looked remarkably cute too as it shook hard with each and every thrust Jerry was submitting her to.
As for Michelle herself, she had on now just a pair of panties that the fully-dressed woman had one of her hands well down inside, as she whispered God only knows what into the girl’s ear. With her spare hand she was holding Michelle’s legs apart and quite obviously fondling her pussy like a pro. Michelle’s hot little breasts were also targeted for the occasional squeeze and fondle. Hard to say which of them was enjoying it the more.
I was going to leave Larissa but she came marginally to life as I got up and said “Please don’t go yet.” So appealing was her request, I walked across to her, bent down and kissed her on the lips. She put her arms around my neck and said, “Let me sit on you.”
“Now that could be dangerous,” I said to her. She smiled the prettiest of smiles.
I sat in the chair and she more or less fell into my lap. I don’t suppose her legs were working all that well right about then. Retrieving her knickers she pulled them back up – she didn’t seem to worry about being topless.
“Well miss, are you going to let us have a turn?” said one of the fathers expectantly. I was going to tell him to “Fuck off” but Larissa turned her head to me, “Would you hold me while he does it?………please?”
Seeing as her father had temporarily wandered off – probably for medical supplies, I said “Alright, if you really want to let him have a turn?” I have to admit, the idea of seeing her fucked again wasn’t too big a burden to have to shoulder.
“Can we do it on the floor love?” he was asking, “On your knees sweetie?” (Has a virgin ever had to come so far so quickly I was thinking?)
Well I didn’t think much else could shock me. How wrong could I be?
Easing herself to the floor, she turned round and facing me, climbed back on my knees where she knelt on all fours, her bottom to the man. I know how hot she looked from my perspective, her extended cleavage now right in front of my eyes, God knows how it must have appeared from the rear-end view. The man wasted no time given the incentive before him. He pulled her panties down to her ankles and she kicked them off. Never losing eye-contact with me for one moment, she wriggled slightly as he put his hand up between her legs and pushed his fingers into her exploring her pussy every which way. I hoped he liked it messy, with at least three men's cum in her already.
She opened her mouth in surprise as he eased his cock into her, and none too softly judging by her expression. “Kiss me,” she pleaded as he began to work at his task. Without having to move in the slightest, I just met her lips and kissed her deeply. I don’t know if any reader has had the extreme pleasure of kissing a girl passionately while she is being fucked from behind – I certainly never had - but there is something unimaginably arousing about it. Her whole body being pushed forward with each thrust and her breasts in vibratory motion. The harder he fucked her, the more demanding she became of being kissed. The other man, who up until then had been fondling her bum while his friend penetrated her at will, was now beside her and began to fondle her breasts. Inexplicably, I shoved his hands away and just said, “Don’t.” I surprised even myself.
It was obvious from her partner’s increasing urgency that he was nearing orgasm quickly. Larissa herself was moaning now between kisses, one hand around my neck holding me to her. I whispered softly, “Cum Larissa, cum while you’re kissing me.” She was pushing back on his cock now and the man came in a vocally impressive display of sexual release. Right then Larissa shuddered the full length of her body. It was a doozy! Between her breasts I could see fresh cum trickling down her inner thighs. How hot she must have felt?
Before she had time to even get her breath, the other man waved his friend aside and took his place. Larissa’s eyes opened wide as he just pushed his cock right up into her, causing her breasts to shake right in front of me.
“Can you take this sweetie?” I asked her. Incredibly, she nodded. She then put her left hand up between her legs and guided his cock in to where it was evidently a little more comfortable. I doubted lubrication was a problem. I think she was still feeling the effects of the last orgasm since she began shuddering and making such hot little noises almost immediately he penetrated her. Again she wanted to be kissed the whole time.
Considerably rougher than his friend, this guy just fucked her like a rabbit. No points for culture but he brought her (and himself) off in grand fashion. I have a sneaking suspicion that he also had his finger in her naughtiest enclave whilst mid-intercourse.
This time she had definitely had enough. I retrieved her bra and panties and she put them on. Only problem was, that just made her look sexier. I had other areas to go and monitor and (hopefully) other girls to “assist.” So like Brianna, I just gave her a kiss and promised to see her later. I noticed a couple of other men walking in her direction as I left. I wondered if she was up to it?
On my way across the room, I came across Larissa’s father seated behind another group, with a girl no more than fifteen sitting on his lap, with her back to him. She was quite nude and as happy as he was apparently, about the fact his cock was way up inside her. He had one hand around her, playing with both her breasts while she was rubbing her own pussy as he arched up into her. No wonder he had been in no rush to get back to his own daughter!
Heading towards the eastern side of the room, I nodded to Jerry in passing who evidently was recuperating between assaults. I then did a double-take….no, make that a triple-take! There before me, and not surprisingly with a small audience of former participants one presumes, judging by their scanty attire, was a couch containing an all-girl affair in motion. Central to the tableau, was the mother I saw earlier attending rather indecently to her own daughter’s panties, now attending even more indecently to a rather cute little redhead. The girl was on her knees on the couch actually sucking a slightly older girl’s nipples while the latter was playing with the redhead’s. For her part, the young mother, clad only in her lower undies, was occupied in licking the little redhead’s pussy feverishly.
The young girl was evidently enjoying the attention, wriggling her bottom in pleasure. As I watched she must have cum because she stopped sucking the older girl, clutched at her pussy and lay still just curled up in a semi-foetal position. The mother was then targeted by a couple of men who I imagine had plans aplenty for her, especially dressed as she wasn’t. They got no further than pulling her to her feet.
The ringing of a bell broke up the activities as everyone was asked to get dressed. There must have been some incredibly wet knickers under those skirts, dresses and jeans.
Coming evidently to a highly anticipated part of the afternoon’s get-together, everyone was herded into the center of the room where the host was speaking. Males and females were separated into two groups and it was only then that I could see the lopsided count. Some 17 girls and women – at least 25 men. Quite obviously a stack of “inductees” like myself there, especially as a few fathers had brought either two daughters or a wife and a daughter.
Numbered cards were handed to everyone. I figured they were about to hold an auction and I wasn’t too far wrong. The host was continuing to explain procedure. After the women and girls were lined up along the far wall, all the men were asked to vote for one female. Those attracting the top three votes were to be taken to a bedroom each where, for a thirty minute period they had to submit to, and obey the demands unquestioningly of the men accompanying them. In the event of a tied third place, the host would pick the winner. Awesome concept I couldn’t help thinking!
I voted for Larissa, who I noticed was looking remarkably flushed and unsteady on her feet. I don’t think she’d had any respite since I left her. The votes were counted and the three girls called forward. The hottest looking little brunette you could imagine (I hadn’t even seen her yet) won, followed by Brianna, which was no surprise to me. Third-place was though….one of the girl’s mothers no less! A young looking and admittedly gorgeous blonde who obviously would have appealed to men preferring a more mature woman. It had never occurred to me that anyone would choose a woman in her thirties – however pretty, to a hot young teenie. I certainly wouldn’t have, but tastes differ, don’t they?
Each of the selected three then had to choose five men to accompany her upstairs, the little brunette taking out top place, having first choice. Of the five she chose by number, I wondered if one had been her dad?
Brianna was up next. I was willing her to see me! Either she liked slightly older men or I had fucked her just how she liked it – but she chose me first. It was all I could do to restrain myself from punching the air and shouting “Yes!” Former partner Chris, missed out. Four other extremely lucky men didn’t!
The host detailed the remaining rules. Nothing permitted that might hurt or injure. No wandering from room to room (damn that one!) and everything which transpires during that thirty minute period to remain private and undisclosed. I wondered if that included getting her pregnant. That reminds me, these guys must all have an extremely clean bill of health as I didn’t see a solitary rubber used anywhere. As for pregnancy, maybe they only allow in girls during their “safe” period.
Danielle, the cute little brunette, was packed off first, our group followed and “Ms maternal hotpants” (coz that’s what she had on) took up the rear. What everyone else did downstairs during this time, I have no idea – wished they could come upstairs and watch I imagine?
The bedrooms were colossal, the beds too – I learned one thing though, you can do a hell of a lot to a girl in thirty minutes!
Brianna had on jeans and a midriff top, but not for long. Ordered on to the bed the instant the door was closed, the men demanded she show them her tits. Kneeling there, she pulled her top off and coyly pulled down her straps. A couple of men started wanking hard as her lovely little nipples were exposed.
“Show us your butt Brianna,” was the next call. I didn’t mind that one!
Turning round she stood up, undid her jeans and just eased them down teasingly. I think she had done this before. Just seeing her hot little light pink panties was enough to get every cock in the room interested. Slipping her fingers beneath the waistband, she tugged them down just below her bottom and leaning forward wiggled her bum rather enticingly. Too enticingly for one dad. Dropping his duds he climbed on the bed, made her kneel there and wanked a hot stream of cum all over her bottom. That was undoubtedly a signal for the others.
Five men (and yes I must confess, I helped) can get a teenage girl’s clothes off PDQ. To be accurate we left her knickers on for a while…it seemed naughtier! Pushed on her back, they basically raped her. One holding her arms, one each keeping her legs wide apart, the fourth fucking her senseless. Two of the fathers managed to get their cocks in her mouth during this brief session. She certainly seemed to know what was expected of her. Provoked by such a hot scene, I would defy any normal man to remain uninvolved. When it befell my turn I was just giddy with optical overload. Someone had torn her panties and her pussy was not even covered. She wriggled as I pushed in to her and whispered “I love you fucking me Mr Baker.”
Well if she had been planning on getting herself inducted into the rape-victim’s hall of fame, those were definitely the right words to use. I have never cum so quickly. Maybe it was the surroundings, her complete and utter vulnerability, the fact I’d just watched her get fucked four times running, twice in the mouth…whatever, I just pistoned into her with such vocal encouragement from my peers I should add, that the release was almost agonising in its pleasure. Her little mouth opened wide as I gave it all to her. I can never forget that moment.
Can’t forget the next few either. The bed covers were tossed aside, three of the men crawled under the covers and dragged Brianna in with them. Although beneath the sheets, it was plain to see, she was being fondled, kissed and God knows what else. The remains of her torn knickers were tossed out as they set her on her side between them. One man was obviously fucking her front on, what the guy behind was doing other than pulling her hair back, does not make for sane contemplation. He had two really interesting options though! The third eventually swapped places so as to see out his sixty seconds of fame. Barely ten minutes had elapsed.
The fourth dad – Craig, so he informed me, and I were up next. We had it way better with just the two of us..and Brianna in the middle. I had her facing me to start with and I kissed her hard while Craig took her from the rear, Her little body was just shaking with his thrusts and her breasts trembling beneath my hands. As he lifted her leg and started his home run, Brianna just passed-out.
I’m ashamed to say we perpetrated every possible combination of lustful activity on that hot little body while she was unconscious. Fucking her, sucking her nipples and dreaming of the milk we wished was there. This was right over the line, way into dark territory. Worse, I could not rid myself of the image of my own daughters, their hot bodies at the mercy of these same four men, being suckled and fucked senseless while I watched…...and waited.
How I wanted to visit the other two bedrooms and see what would forever remain a secret. Did Danielle end up with two cocks in her? Three? Was the other mom gang raped?
With around ten minutes left and Brianna coming round, the ideas were still not in short supply. Someone produced a piece of rope with which her arms were tied behind her. What was left of her torn panties was shoved into her mouth as a gag. Presenting then the quintessential image of a helpless teenage captive, what little cum must have been left between everyone, found its way either into her overflowing pussy or across her face, tummy or bottom. She was just covered from head to foot, even in her hair.
Finally, someone ran a hot bath for her, maybe this was par for the course…I didn’t ask. Showing eventually some gentility, she was placed in it and quite tenderly soaped up. Fuck, was that hot? Five men giving a young schoolgirl a bath? You should try it sometime! We got her out, dried her in a circle (considerable kissing and gentle rubbing of her lovely clean pussy, during this phase) while she stood between us and we dressed her, having to use her ripped undies. Just as we tugged her jeans up, the bell sounded downstairs.
Whatever happened to the other two, we’ll never know, but judging by the way both were walking it had to be awesome. Danielle’s hair was worse than Brianna’s and way stickier. Ms Hotpants was breathing really heavily and I suspect, carrying within her way more than when she went upstairs.
It would appear little if any sexual activity had transacted in our absence. All eyes were on the three girls though and you can only imagine what everyone was thinking. Needing obviously a significant break, everyone then relaxed as we all participated in a most pleasant mid-afternoon snack of sandwiches, drinks and whatever else was on offer. These guys sure knew how to entertain – in more ways than one. Naturally, the multi-million dollar bank account helped out there.
Most of the girls seemed to have drifted back to their own fathers. There appeared to be a lot of stroking and hugging going on – perhaps their dads complimenting them on their performances. Wonder what Brianna’s dad, now stroking his daughter’s neck tenderly, would have thought, had he seen us all fucking her stupid while she was out on the bed? Maybe he has seen that before, maybe even done it himself? He should be so lucky.
Totally re-charged and the refreshments cleared away, we entered the last phase of the afternoon’s inter-active entertainment. The piece-de-resistance you might say. Fathers and daughters to center stage. The rest of us unaccompanied males and the moms all had to sit this one out. Simplest of games, the first one to cum in his daughter was to be the winner! For the few dads who brought two…he had to choose one to sit out on the sidelines – whoa! That caused some in-fighting. “Why her dad? don’t you want to do it with me?’…. “She did it last time!”….. “Not fair! You think she’s sexier, don’t you dad?” I loved it!
Eventually fourteen dads and fourteen daughters pretty much lined up. Two of the girls, including the cute little blonde that I saw lying across the two men, were just obviously borderline underage and were disallowed from competing. As it was, a couple of them I would be prepared to bet, were no more than fourteen. Rules were simple, a dad could fuck his daughter any way he chose, so long as he came either on or in her. This was so damned hot, you best believe it!
On a count of three they began. Interesting to see the various tactics. Most did not waste time getting their daughter’s clothes off…..those with girls in jeans however didn’t have much choice. Bad luck for Brianna’s dad! Still he didn’t have to worry much about her panties …what was left of them. At least half the fathers simply pushed the girls on their backs on the carpet and having gotten to erection stage (some hadn’t) simply began fucking them outright just with their skirts up, the girls having slipped their panties off for them. Three fathers obviously favored the hotter approach, getting their daughters on to all fours and penetrating them from behind. Two left the girls’ knickers on and hell, was that a turn-on for voyeuristic misfits like myself. Just one man surprisingly elected to fuck his really small daughter, face down on the carpet with just a cushion under her.
Jerry was pushing so hard and fast into Michelle, she must have been getting carpet burns. Brianna’s dad was making her cry-out as he just rammed it in to her (no wonder she likes the rough stuff!) Beautiful Larissa looked just so serene and sexy as George was working himself into a frenzy, his hands clutching her slim hips as he sank it in her both rapidly and deeply, She drew her knees up for him and was whispering a few hot words of obvious encouragement.
In the end, it wasn’t even a contest. Some cute little red-head down the far end was gasping as her dad having half filled her, emptied the rest over her face and pussy. No-one else was even close! That isn’t to say the rest didn’t bother finishing. Half of them came pretty much together, the rest within seconds of each other. It would otherwise have been a photo-finish maybe.
Just the sight however of all those pretty little girls lying there all submissively with their legs apart or their bottoms up, having their father either fill them or spray them with cum is a sight I can never forget.
As everyone broke up to go home, Jerry came over to me. I had to pause to kiss both Brianna and Larissa goodbye although hopefully not for long.
“Well, what do you think?” he asked.
“Not sure I can think right now,” I answered honestly.
Michelle walked over to us and God help me but I would love to have taken her back up to that bedroom and continue where we left off with Brianna…preferably still unconscious! She smiled at me and I gave her a cuddle.
“Well what I mean is,” said Jerry, “Are you going to bring any of your daughters next time…your youngest is just turned seventeen isn’t she?”
I thought of Larissa sitting their just watching it all early on and the reality of what happened to her after that first time.
“I honestly don’t know Jerry,” I said, “I have to think about it.”
I turned to his daughter.
“Michelle, do you think Jenna or Kylie know anything about all this?”
“Well Jenna must,” she replied, “Or at least know something goes on, I mean, Brianna is one of her best friends.”
Again the image of my cute little Jenna, down to her panties, being dragged into that bed with three men, flooded my mind. I could see them sucking her young nipples, fingers in her everywhere…tying her up, fucking her.
A man could go crazy thinking about such things.
CHAPTER THREE
HELLO HARPER VALLEY, GOODBYE INNOCENCE
I can’t say that in the next couple of weeks I didn’t give a great deal of serious thought as to whether I would ever take Jenna….ask her even, to come to one of Jerry’s “unique” little get-togethers. I think there was still enough of the “protective father syndrome” on active stand-by, to preclude that possibility, sinful and sleaze-ridden as my inner doppelganger might be. Sure, I pondered several hellishly wicked little scenarios that both Brianna and Larissa had bequeathed me, while in my mind’s eye substituting Jenna’s hot little body in the video-replays. But this was my fifteen-year old baby after all, I did have some pride left thank you very much.
What I didn’t have was anticipation!
Certainly Jerry hadn’t given up hope of my caving in to carnality, having rung every second or third night to enquire as to the status quo.
“But she’ll just love it,” he’d repeat, with parrot-like simplicity….. “And if only Kylie would go with her? pondering no doubt the wide-range repercussions of having young sisters performing at the one venue. By Thursday he had given up hope I think, although he had me note down the latest host’s address “just in case!”
That night we had been watching some z-grade horror flick on cable and the heroine. I presume she was the heroine - everyone else was dead, raped or missing, was being tied up to a bed by some demented scumbag who looked like Danny DeVito on a bad day. I made some comment like “This is really off girls!” and Jenna looked at me real cheeky.
“Oh and I suppose you haven’t ever tied a girl up on a bed dad?”
I asked her what the hell she was talking about?
She said “Oh, nothing!”
“C’mon Jenna,” I insisted. “What in God’s name made you say that?”
That set Kylie off.
“We’re not completely dumb dad. Things do get about you know.”
I realised then she knew…..they both knew!
“Well maybe I’m dumb,” I replied.. “Tell me what you’re both talking about.”
Kylie looked at Jenna, who giggled. “Dad, we go to the same school as Brianna??? Ring any bells?”
I was dead meat.
“So she’s told you all about that day has she?” I asked warily, images of Brianna tied-up on that bed, burning the hell out of my retinas.
“Yeppo….all about it dad!” I started looking round desperately for a sword to fall on.
“All about it? You mean like….” Jenna this time, cut me off.
“Well maybe not every single detail dad, but we both know what goes on at those parties. Just can’t believe you went, that’s all!”
“Oh I can,” said Kylie giggling. I felt like spanking her. God, I always feel like spanking her!
No one spoke for a moment. Total Mexican freeze-off!
“OK girls,” I said eventually. “Guilty as charged. I throw myself on the mercy of the Court. You want me to leave home? Go to Church twice a week?”
“Don’t be silly dad,” said Kylie. “You don’t have to explain to us …..just tell us what really happened there, right??” She nudged Jenna, who giggled madly.
“No way,” I said, “C’mon…..”
“Well we know you did stuff with Brianna dad – she told us.” They both broke up. “She said you were really cool!” Jenna added. “Honestly dad…..doing it with a schoolgirl!”
Kylie was almost blushing. I wondered if Jenna caught her quick glance. If she did, she’d know everything. Maybe she already did.
“Well to be honest, everyone was doing it with schoolgirls, if you really want to know,” I said. I thought it prudent not to mention the accompanying mother factor.
They both wanted to know how many girls were there, their ages (I lied on that one) and what kinda stuff happened. I sanitised it as well as I could – making it sound like an over-friendly sewing circle! Then I said the dumbest thing of the night. I told them none of the girls were forced into anything, and thinking of Larissa essentially, told them that “some just went to observe.”
“Would you take us to one then dad?” Jenna asked straight off the bat, Kylie backing her up to the hilt.
Game, set and match!
“Certainly not,” I said. “You’re only fifteen and sixteen….you don’t need to see stuff like that!”
“And you do?” muttered Kylie. I had that one coming.
“Please dad,” Jenna begged. “Just this once. We only want to see what its like? Go on!….pretty please?”
Oh God, they were that at that moment…pretty I mean.
“We won’t “do” anything dad,” said Kylie.
“Yeah?” I replied. “What if you both get so hot looking at what’s happening, you can’t help it?…watching Brianna for instance?”
“Well actually, she’s been saying to me all week “Get your dad to take you” and stuff like that.” Jenna added, cleverly avoiding the question.
I didn’t mention it to Jenna but I had no doubt Brianna wanted to get her there just to see her get fucked, and God help me, my own thought processes were heading along similar channels…with both of them.
I couldn’t fail to realise either that as it happened, the party being that Saturday, was during a “safe” zone, their periods, as so often happens with sisters, having aligned themselves to the middle of the month. But what was I thinking? They would just be going to “observe” …right?
“I’ll do you a deal,” I said. “You can both go for just half an hour, then we come home OK?” They jacked up. “Forty five minutes?” demanded Kylie, ever the negotiator.
I was happy with that. Not too much could threaten their safety in that time I assured myself. Talk about false prophets!
Come Saturday and without any input from me, both girls donned very similar skirts, tops and shoes. Anyone would have picked them as twins. Jenna had already told Brianna they were going, so God knows who else knew by now. Looking at them sitting together in my rear view mirror and knowing what they were going to see, just about edged-out my sanity. We didn’t speak a word.
The house this time was way less salubrious than Windsor Hills but still large and sited on a well-tree’d double block not ten minutes away. As we swung in the driveway, Kylie said, “Hey, this is Louise Archer’s place,” like I should know who Louise Archer was.
Parking behind several other cars, I looked around to see if I recognised anyone from a fortnight earlier. I hadn’t even freed-up my seat belt when a hand thrust itself through my driver’s side window. I shook it.
“Well, you brought both of them huh?….that’s great.” It was Jerry. Michelle was with him and smiling at Jenna as she got out out of the car.
“They’re just here to observe Jerry,” I put in, “Nothing else, so don’t get any ideas.” He wasn’t even paying attention.
“Wow, you’re twins,” he exclaimed. “Let me guess, you’re Jenna?” he asked.
Kylie giggled. “Nope, I’m Kylie, this is Jenna!…..and we’re not twins, I’m eighteen, Jenna’s seventeen.” She flashed him the hottest smile.
Jerry shook her hand. “Well, it’s very nice to meet you Kylie, you too Jenna, I hope you both have a great time.”
Like hell he did. I figured he was flush with ideas for them both already!
Michelle gave me a hug as I got out of the car, I could see the girls thinking, “Oh, dad must have done it with her too.” I just looked at them and mouthed the words “No, I didn’t.” I was looking around for Larissa but could not see her.
Brianna came running across the front yard and hugged Jenna, I held Kylie’s hand as we walked inside. Several other cars were arriving now.
The host was indeed Brad Archer and daughter Louise was flitting about behind him welcoming all her friends between chatting to Kylie. A pretty girl dressed in fetching hotpants and a somewhat skimpy top that scrunched-up would probably have fitted in the average shirt pocket. Many of the same people were there – we exchanged nods, although most eyes were on Kylie and Jenna and it was obvious several people were acknowledging to one another, “they must be twins.”
The young mother who had won pre-selection to the bedroom-games last time was there with her cute little daughter. I wondered what the hell my girls would be thinking if and when they saw her with her hands up her daughter’s skirt again. Brittany and her father were there, I think she even had on that same tight outfit – must be her dad’s favorite.
The house itself, being way smaller than the previous “Bill Gates” styled edifice, was able to house the many guests (though fewer I would say than before) by virtue of the fact that three rooms in parallel….a lounge, dining-room and study by all accounts, had had their common walls knocked down, yielding an enormous L-shaped entertaining area. In many ways it was far more intimate than the Windsor Hills “ballroom.” The heavy drapes certainly precluded any concerns over ‘privacy.’
A convenient three-seater lounge sat empty along one wall nearby, so calling out to Jenna, the three of us monopolised it. The hosts had catered for around thirty to forty guests it seemed, and thus chairs, sofas and lounges ruled supreme.
As before, it wasn’t exactly the case of someone using a starter’s pistol to kick-start proceedings. Mostly a lot of talking and chatting, girls, and fathers moving around the room to speak with acquaintances, several like myself just staying with their own daughter or daughters.
The girls sat either side of me looking very chaste and cute. Their skirts I noticed looking remarkably shorter in a seated position. Damn, I was having those thoughts again! Now and again one would incline her head to talk either with me or her sister. I also noticed several men looking our way.
“Gosh…isn’t that her mother?” said Jenna suddenly.
Towards the far end of the room Ms “Incredibly-well-preserved-for-thirty-odd” sat talking to a male friend whilst her hand was clearly way up inside the hem of her daughter’s skirt, caressing something of major interest as the girl was squirming around noticeably.
“Is she doing what I think she’s doing?” said Jenna breathlessly.
“Look, you both wanted to come,” I said, “I’m not responsible for either what goes on or what you see.” Both Kylie and Jenna’s eyes were as big as saucers.
At that moment, little Brianna sidled up to me. “Can I sit on your lap?” she asked.
“Sure” I said, patting a spot for her. I saw Kylie and Jenna exchange glances as she sat down. God, that felt awesomely pleasant I have to say. It also brought back feelings, images and desires from a fortnight earlier. Brianna pulled one of my arms around her waist affectionately. I almost blushed.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I muttered to Kylie. “She’s only sitting on me.”
“Oh, sure dad,” she laughed. “What would you say though if I went and sat on some other guy’s lap?”
“I’d say……right, lets go home kids!” I replied truthfully. “Anyway, you’re just here to watch..remember?”
She looked at me cheekily and wrinkled her little nose up. “Of course dad, that’s all!”
Brianna’s bottom was doing wonders for my procreational equipment, such that she turned to me mid conversation with Jenna and said, “Oh did I do that?” and giggled. I would lay twenty to one both Jenna and Kylie knew what she meant as they looked at each other knowingly. My arms now encircling her and holding her tightly, I was wanting to hold other things tightly, but was somewhat constrained by circumstance.
Many girls had moved around the room now and were either seated on men’s laps or between a husband and wife as it would appear. Of these, there were fewer than previously and for that, I was grateful.
Brittany’s father was clearly smitten with his daughter’s charms still as he had her sitting on his knee, arms round his neck while his hands smoothed their way over the full spectrum of the illegal territory on offer. From this distance she appeared to be bra-less as her nipples were seemingly trying their best to push through the confines of the tight material. Kissing her with extreme fervour, I watched as his hand lowered her left strap and all but exposed her breasts in totality. Brittany was giggling and encouraging him, Kylie and Jenna gasping!
I wondered if anyone had ever suffered cardiac arrest at one of these little turn-outs. I didn’t want to be the first.
“Well, are you going to kiss her dad?” Jenna asked suddenly.
“Jenna,” I replied, “I said you two can come and watch…..not watch me. How embarrassing do you think that would be?”
“But dad,” Kylie said, “We don’t care…..do whatever you want, don’t mind us.”
As I turned to answer her, Brianna just raised her head and kissed me on the lips. I saw Jenna’s eyes widen. The effect of that kiss was to lower my inhibitions yet catalyse my intentions. I pulled her around so that she was facing me semi-kneeling, her legs straddling my lap. Given also the brevity of the skirt she had on, I had a full frontal view of her cute polka-dot panties. I heard a sharp intake of breath…it was Jenna, obviously with as good a view.
“Do you want us to leave you alone for a while dad?” asked Kylie, clearly concerned for my predicament. This left me in a quandary. Whilst the privacy would have been welcome, leaving them unguarded was anything but. I shook my head.