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Harper Valley: Endgame
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)

***

That frenetic weekend party rocks on. My two daughters 
learn rather more than Doctor Seuss ever had in mind. 
(MF/f, ped, inc)

***

"Jenna simply looked at me. Legs either side of me now, 
she just snuggled up with my cock still in her, quite 
naked and totally uncaring. Her sister had let go of 
her right hand now and was holding her rather lovingly 
around her waist. If Jenna had been a cat, she would 
have purred.

I looked down at her tight little breasts, damp now 
from exertion, as they rested against my shirt front. 
Half lying back in the chair myself, the realisation of 
what I had just done to my youngest daughter brought 
with it anything but recrimination and self-loathing. 

The fact is, I had just been able to express, maybe for 
the first time, the true depth of my love for her. 
Clinical (make that 'criminal') psychologists would 
doubtless point to my withered grasp on reality and 
express the predictable view that I was simply 
rationalising my warped sexual perspectives... and may 
they happily do so! I was there, they weren't!

Many readers might also find it hard to accept the 
likelihood of "decent young girls from predominantly 
middle class homes," with limited or no prior sexual 
experience, suddenly submitting themselves to group 
sexual activity without question.

I believe there are two factors here of relevance. 
Firstly, at fourteen, fifteen and sixteen especially, 
most girls are simply waiting for the starter's pistol 
as far as sex is concerned. It is a hot age indeed. The 
less discussed and scientifically investigated 
phenomenon I believe, is that during this period, most 
girls (and I'm suggesting upwards of 90% here) incur I 
am sure, ragingly hot fantasies of having sex with 
their fathers. 

As a consequence, suddenly finding themselves able to 
live out those images, perhaps within a perceived 
"safety of numbers" (other girls, siblings, families 
etc) the full spectrum of sexual freedom removes all 
social inhibition. It's just a theory. 

There was Larissa - a point in question, not three feet 
away from me, with a third fathers' cock in her now as 
she lay on her back, legs appealingly wide, being 
kissed by some cute little blonde girl herself dressed 
only in tight little yellow panties that another man, 
her father quite possibly, was in the process of 
pulling down, as she knelt over Larissa. 

I watched as he got them past her knees, before 
slipping one hand up between her slim legs and probing 
a virtually hairless pussy with his index finger. His 
other hand meanwhile was wasting no time in feeling up 
both her small breasts which as yet, were still capped 
by the puffiest of little nipples. 

God knows what age she was, but judging by her 
wriggling rear end and increased urgency to be kissed, 
it was old enough to know what she liked. This scene 
and others like it, were being played-out the length 
and breadth of the room. What I can tell you is, my two 
girls looked even hotter. Neither Kylie or Jenna were 
coerced into doing anything that afternoon. What 
happened, they alone were in total control of. 

"That was incredible dad," Jenna whispered to me, 
easing herself off my lap and crouching down alongside 
her sister. Kylie retrieved her bra and knickers lying 
nearby which Jenna quickly wriggled into. Just the 
sight of them both dressed now only in their underwear 
was enough to kick-start the adrenaline flow, if indeed 
it had ever stopped.

"And as for you, young lady," I angled a glance at 
Kylie, "What do you have to say for yourself? Would I 
be right in assuming you found the recent experience 
somewhat pleasurable?"

"Dad!!!!!" was all she said, while looking at Jenna and 
giggling.

Warwick Gardner ambled over, reached down and gave 
Kylie a pat on the backside. 

Inclining his head towards me he said "Very hot little 
daughter you have there," he was clearly looking down 
her bra now – I couldn't blame him to be honest and 
Kylie didn't seem to mind anyway. "Any chance of 
"borrowing" her younger sister for a short time?"

"Well actually Warwick," I replied, "We were just about 
ready to go. I told them just forty-five minutes and 
we're long past that."

"C'mon dad," said Kylie. "Just a bit longer... please? 
We're not even dressed yet." She had a point!

"Well maybe just another half an hour then girls," I 
told them, no doubt wanting subconsciously to see just 
how far they did want to go with this. 


Warwick looked way happier.

"Well then, what about Jenna?" he continued. 

"What about her?" I said, "Better ask her what she 
wants to do," I replied after giving the matter some 
further thought, though not that much I suspect. School 
was definitely in for my youngest that afternoon.

At that moment Michelle came over to me and whispered 
most discreetly, "Wouldn't you like to give me a 
cuddle? You've been with all those other girls, even 
your daughter... and you didn't even give me one at the 
last party." 

I wasn't sure whether she meant a cuddle or a fuck but 
either way, she had a point and it sure wasn't out of 
intent. I Just ran out of time and cum... ..in that 
order! 

"OK Shelley," I said, "I would very much like to 
correct that little oversight." 

So saying, I took her hand and pulled her down into the 
chair on top of me. I was surprised that she was still 
fully clothed... maybe she had gotten dressed again. 
Even as I put my arm around her, Warwick was helping 
Jenna to her feet and simply the sight of my daughter 
in just her bra and panties being led off by a man 
three times her age almost, raised a lot more than my 
temperature. 

Another guy, obviously one of Kylie's school friend's 
fathers, and seemingly familiar to her, had knelt down 
on the floor right where she was crouched. He whispered 
something to her which made her giggle but I noticed 
his hand was making short work of the journey from her 
knee to her crotch. Following his lead, I slipped a 
hand up beneath Michelle's skirt which brought a small 
gasp of pleasure. I felt her part her legs slightly and 
with that beautiful little face up against my shoulder, 
I just had to kiss it. 

Kylie meanwhile was beginning to moan softly as the man 
rubbed her panties in exactly the right spot. 
Understandably, not wanting to waste any opportunities 
going, with a barely dressed hot little teenie, he 
slipped his spare hand into Kylie's bra and began 
fondling both her breasts. 

What could I do except follow suit? Michelle's eyes 
began to glaze as the combination of my hand well 
inside her knickers and the other causing hopefully the 
most pleasant of friction to her nipples, brought her 
to new levels of pleasure. She just whispered to me 
"Don't stop," as if that were even a half-likely 
eventuality.

Sometimes, teasing a girl's body while dressed, 
generates as much heat and gratuitous sexual pleasure 
as getting her off naked. The same might be said for 
watching a girl being fondled and fingered to the edge 
of sanity... .especially if it happens to be your 
daughter. 

By the time Michelle was clutching at her pussy 
wantonly as my fingers set off that geo-thermal 
landslide deep within her hottest zone, Kylie was 
panting like a feral cat and completely given over to 
the sensations that were rippling through her. 

The guy had no problem getting her on to her knees, 
pulling her panties right down and delivering from 
behind exactly what she wanted - an all-meat burger 
with cum dressing. Beautiful Larissa at that minute 
knelt down in front of Kylie and began kissing her hard 
as the man really started to fuck her. I have rarely 
witnessed anything hotter.

Except for the fact I had made a conscious decision to 
conserve my supplies of 'pregnancy sauce' ... I think I 
would have submitted Michelle to the same three-course 
meal. As it was though she had to be satisfied with a 
little manual over-ride. 

Kylie was simply out of it and crying-out in ecstasy at 
the point he came in her big-time. For a full thirty 
seconds afterwards she was still shivering from what 
must have been one inspirational orgasm. 

I knelt down and kissed her, not that she probably 
recognised me, then headed off to find Jenna.

I walked the length and breadth of the room but 
couldn't see her. Mind you, that didn't infer that she 
wasn't there necessarily. Unlike the last "gathering," 
the guests this time appeared to have "fragmented" not 
just in couples, but often in small groups. One such 
group had Bridget as its centerpiece. Completely naked, 
and sitting astride one guy. 

Another young girl was kneeling between her legs 
licking her stupid. Bridget was wriggling all over the 
place, one hand on the girl's head pulling her to her. 
One of the mothers was sucking her right nipple while a 
very young looking boy sucked the other. 

As for Bridget herself, she was definitely not putting 
herself in line for a Girl Guide's Nature Award as she 
was successfully juggling two activities concurrently. 
Kissing the guy she was seated on and wanking, 
evidently quite effectively, the cock of a second man 
standing alongside. I say "effectively," as I saw him 
donate to the girl on her knees between Bridget's legs, 
a rather hot facial which made her gasp. Made me 
jealous!

By my third "pass" I was assured that Jenna wasn't 
there, but tellingly, neither was Warwick. Not too many 
possibilities remained and all were bad news. Outside 
somewhere... in a car or upstairs! Party rules didn't 
necessarily cover this aspect, only that no girl was to 
be forced into anything. But hey, Jenna was only 
fifteen. A pretty fine line there between "forcing" and 
"encouraging." I had to find her... and quickly.

My gut feeling was that Warwick had taken her upstairs 
to one of the guest bedrooms perhaps. Lacking a room-
guide, I had to play it by ear. At the top of the 
staircase several doors led off a fairly long hallway. 
I figured Archer must have spent much of his working 
life in hotels and wanted to replicate the experience 
at home.

Behind the second door I could definitely hear activity 
of sorts. A young girl's voice beyond doubt, but more 
worryingly – more than one man's. I opened the door, 
fearing the worst. The sight that greeted me rendered 
me years younger.

A young girl - Jenna's age to judge, certainly no 
older, was kneeling on a Queen size bed surrounded by 
four men having undoubtedly, the time of their lives 
getting her to try on different bras. In just her 
panties, she was giggling and letting the straps fall 
down her shoulders while the occasional hand found its 
way between her legs and rubbed her while she attended 
to the clasp on the bra. It was this activity that was 
making her wriggle about and gasp in girlish delight. 
Each were taking turns to kiss her also, whilst having 
a surreptitious 'feel' of her exquisitely pretty little 
partially encased breasts. 

Seeing me enter, the three men invited me to join them, 
but regrettably Jenna's welfare precluded this 
possibility. I explained that I was looking for my own 
daughter and had to pass up the offer unfortunately. 
Mentally substituting this girl's predicament for 
Jenna, spurred my exit. The last thing I saw was the 
four of them pushing the girl on her back. I imagine 
her underwear show was at an end, it being time for her 
next lesson in Sex-ed no doubt.

The next room was empty, the one after that – anything 
but. If only it had been! I suppose in hindsight I 
should be grateful there were only two men with her but 
the sight that met my eyes on entry was one of 
disbelief!

Jenna, my innocent little Jenna was lying across 
Warwick's knee, her back to me, as he sat on the edge 
of the bed. Clad still in her cute little matching 
light blue bra and knickers, Warwick was spanking her 
bottom with decided vigor – quite obvious from the way 
her cute little rear end was bouncing around beneath 
his hand. I wondered for an instant why she was making 
no audible outcry... of either disapproval or pain. 
Then I clearly saw why. 

The second man... older even than me, was kneeling the 
far side of Jenna and with her head right down near the 
floor, she was obviously sucking him as hard as she 
knew how. Warwick looked up as I entered but showed no 
sign of surprise or any inclination to limit his 
assault on my little girl's' bottom. I walked across to 
them and stared down – Jenna had yet not seen me.

With one hand around his shaft, she was sucking on him 
like a teenage pro and the guy was most certainly 
responding to her hot little mouth as he took a hold of 
her head and began, disgusting as it sounds I realise, 
to really fuck her in the mouth. If it hadn't been my 
daughter I would have thought it a girl with years of 
practice of this kind of behavior. It seemed to me that 
she was now wriggling her bottom in an attempt to have 
Warwick spank her harder. He took the hint alright. I 
heard her gasp, even with her mouth full as it was, as 
he increased the severity and frequency of manual 
contact with her hot little tail.

Pausing, Warwick took a hold of the elastic atop her 
knickers with both hands and looked up at me 
questioningly? I wanted it as much as he did, and 
nodded. Even before he got them half way down her 
bottom, the other man reached the end of his personal 
highway and lost utterly his cool both physically and 
verbally, as he divested himself of that which he could 
no longer hold on to. 

His commenting, "Oh God, she is soo fucking hot," 
should have gotten from me a punch in the mouth, but 
the fact is he was doing no more than echoing what we 
all knew and were probably thinking at that moment. 
What she couldn't swallow, he sprayed on her face and 
in that white-hot moment I was definitely a lost cause 
so far as caring and protective fathers are concerned.

Warwick had her panties down around her ankles a second 
later and Jenna simply kicked them off, still wriggling 
her bottom which now I think of it, was probably 
causing her delightful contact between her pussy and 
Warwick's knee. As the man manouvered himself more to 
her side and began to grope her breasts inside her bra, 
she glanced up and saw me standing there.

"Oh my GOD dad!" she spluttered, obviously embarrassed 
at being in such a vulnerable position. I quickly knelt 
down and said "It's OK Jenna, it's alright really, just 
let yourself go honey."

I motioned to Warwick to continue spanking her. Now she 
was making a heap of hot little "Ohhhhs" as he paddled 
her bum. Light-red from the previous half a dozen 
spanks, he had her scarlet in seconds and quite frankly 
I was soo damn hard watching, I could have tossed her 
on the bed and fucked her senseless. The "ohhh's" 
turned to "Ohh God," and thus I called a halt to the 
punishment. By this juncture the other man had gotten 
her bra off and she was totally nude. Both Warwick and 
I could clearly see the dark sexy curls between her 
legs as she wriggled on his knee, oblivious I think as 
to the fact that with her legs apart as they were – you 
could see everything.

Surprising even myself, I knelt on the floor and quite 
spontaneously kissed her glowing bottom – several times 
in fact. I have never seen anything so incredibly 
arousing. Eased her off Warwick's lap and just for a 
few moments she stood there between the three of us, 
rubbing her backside softly which of course rendered 
the view of her small but firm jiggling breasts, doubly 
arousing. 

Her nipples I couldn't help but notice were incredibly 
erect too. She knew of course the effect her nakedness 
was having on the three of us. The two of them held her 
there for a few minutes and kissed her both on the lips 
and on her breasts. Jenna was panting and breathing so 
heavily by then it would be line-ball as to who was 
having the dirtiest thoughts. I include my daughter in 
that statement.

Warwick was the first to seize the further initiative 
and kneeling also, he pulled Jenna to him and kissed 
her pussy front-on. My little girl gasped but thrust 
her hips forward as he did so. The man beside him 
pulled her around and repeated the gesture. She ground 
her hips against his face and I watched stunned, 
scarcely able to recognise this as my fifteen year old 
daughter who but a few hours ago had been an innocent 
little virgin. As she turned now to face me, she put 
her pretty hands on my shoulders and said "You too 
dad... kiss me there, I know you want to!"

As my lips met hers, the scent of her youthful pussy 
was just intoxicating. I was vaguely aware of the other 
two rubbing both her sore bottom and her breasts as I 
nuzzled deeper. I heard her moaning. As in a dream, I 
heard one of them say "She's your daughter, take her!" 

Jenna put up no resistance as the two men replaced her 
on the quilt, laying her on her back. Warwick in fact 
was now holding his erection and wanking himself 
slowly, either in anticipation of coming events or 
simply on account of the sexually charged situation. 
Either way, who could blame him? The other guy followed 
suit as both used their free hands to pull Jenna's legs 
apart. Warwick whispered something to her and I was 
astounded to see her start cupping and then rubbing her 
own breasts between gasps and pleading looks.

I took my place between her knees and extricating my 
own cock it was all I could do to not just ram it in 
her as one would a panting slut. Instead I just looked 
at her lying there for a moment. Moaning audibly as she 
pulled on her own nipples, I could see flecks of cum 
still around the corners of her mouth and her left 
cheek where the man had left his calling card a short 
time ago. Her eyes were definitely glazing as she 
looked up at me. 

"Fuck me dad," she implored softly - if anything, 
widening her legs even further. With her pussy so 
vulnerable and agape, I marvelled at the cute little 
pink folds that I had been unable to see in such detail 
downstairs when I made love to her. Leaning forward, I 
rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit – just 
once. The effect on Jenna was electric. She raised her 
hips automatically and I saw her entire body quiver in 
readiness for what was imminently to occur. In spite of 
the position in which she found herself, her expression 
was one of angelic beauty. "Please dad," she cried. 
"Don't tease me."

That had certainly never been my intention and so I 
pushed in to her, carefully, but right to the hilt. 
Warwick's grip on his erection tightened and he began 
to rub himself, watching my progress. I almost lost it 
when I noticed Jenna's left hand taking leave of her 
own breasts to seek out the other man's cock which she 
proceeded to wank quite expertly.

No one could watch their own daughter in this 
predicament and remain sane. I simply grabbed her hips 
and began to fuck her as hard as I knew how. It was 
obviously the methodology she had on her mind too, as 
she began to literally fuck me back, pushing up to meet 
me and crying out "Don't stop... keep fucking me dad," 
as she lost all control and slid quickly back into the 
jungle with the same single-minded urge as had we all, 
to fill that hot little pussy with reproductive cum. 
She was sweating with the exceptional forces in play as 
was I. Little beads of sweat had broken out on her brow 
as she shook her head from side to side, her lovely 
hair damp at the ends now. 

Both men were clearly at the edge. Warwick was using 
both hands on his cock while Jenna had the other guy in 
Nirvana as her hand slid up and down his shaft as he 
moved closer in. Neither had reason to hold her legs 
any longer, as she was spread to the max for me as I 
pistoned in to here again and again telling her I loved 
her so much and that she was just so beautiful.

Even as I shot one ungodly amount of cum into her 
pussy, she wriggled in pleasure and was the almost 
immediate recipient of two more streams of white 
delight. Warwick ejaculated right across her tummy as 
she shook from her own galvanising orgasm. Small 
droplets spurted on and around her pussy, exactly as 
she brought the other man off. His contribution was 
directed over her face and breasts which brought a 
further gasp from Jenna. Although having made full 
delivery, I was still fucking her gently as she smiled 
up at me, one contended expression covering her whole 
pretty face.

Although wanting instinctively to dress her and take 
her straight home then, I had of course to allow Jenna 
the option of allowing Warwick to fuck her next as I 
had basically let her decide when she had walked off 
with him downstairs. She made that choice very evident 
as no sooner had I withdrawn, than Warwick positioned 
himself between her legs and to my everlasting shock, 
she took a hold of his still engorged erection and 
guided it into her very wet pussy. This was no slut I 
hasten to add, simply a pretty young girl on heat! 

Kneeling in Warwick's former spot I could not wrest my 
gaze from my daughter's pussy and another man's cock 
thrusting deep into it. Jenna was crying out in lustful 
need, "Fuck me, fuck me like dad did." 

The other man inclined his head to kiss her and she 
responded by putting an arm round his shoulders and 
pulling him to her. As he began to knead her left 
breast I felt myself getting harder than ever, I took a 
hold of her right breast and began pulling on her 
nipple. 

Warwick was now fully into it. He had her legs pushed 
up, bent at the knees and spread as wide as he could 
hold them. Jenna was not far off growling with pleasure 
and to think that this was still a demure little 
schoolgirl. It makes me wonder if every female has this 
latent procreative urge that resides so close to the 
surface, yet remains hidden for most of the time. Maybe 
it takes two or three men at a time to release it.

Speaking of which, right at that moment Warwick did 
just that. How much he had left to 'release' I couldn't 
say, but Jenna wasn't complaining. She was giving out a 
series of "Oh! Oh! Oh's" as he came in her. I saw gooey 
stuff seeping out of her pussy as he withdrew. Surely 
she had now had enough? 

As the third man hurriedly took up Warwick's recently 
vacated spot, I was about to shove him out of the way 
until I noticed Jenna smiling up at him and once again 
spreading herself with nothing but lustful intent in 
her expression. Something in me snapped and I wanted to 
see her fucked again... I recall in fact wishing there 
were several others. This guy I saw had a pretty big 
cock, certainly larger than mine or Warwick's. Didn't 
seem to faze Jenna who would have been so hot and 
lubricated anyway, I figure we could have wheeled in 
Ron Jeremy and John Holmes and she wouldn't have cared.

This guy knew how to fuck. Jenna was borderline 
psychotic by the time he finished with her. He had her 
begging for it, while Warwick and I just looked at each 
other. He took her on her back then on her tummy with a 
pillow beneath her as he just fucked her stupid. When 
he finally came in her she was literally crying in 
pleasure.

So hot was that episode that we kept her there another 
half an hour. What we did to her is something to be 
kept private. I would never discuss it and none of us 
would ever talk about it. It was just a completely 
unhinged period of extreme sexual activity. We didn't 
hurt her in any way and nothing was perpetrated that 
she wasn't fully willing to participate in but let's 
just say I wouldn't repeat it! Well, maybe with Kylie 
perhaps!

Afterwards we dressed her in her bra and panties once 
again, although even that took a while as they kept 
coming off somehow. There was a lot of fondling, 
kissing and sucking as I recall. A heap of pleasure all 
round actually. Finally we got ourselves back 
downstairs where girls in their undies were a dime a 
dozen. Jenna certainly did not stand out in that 
respect.

Our presence had not been missed by all accounts. 
Bridget had moved over to more mainstream activities 
and was the subject of some intimate gropings by 
several men in the far corner, one of which was her 
father and who was doing something excessively illegal 
that I couldn't quite see, judging by his daughter's 
incessant giggling. The other men were taking turns 
kissing her and having an open-ended feel. Had I not 
just blown my wad as it were, I might have taken up 
whatever slack was available.

Just to the group's left was a hugely entertaining 
tableau. Two very attractive women, in their early 
thirties if that, were sprawled lengthways on a modular 
lounge with Jerry's daughter Michelle between them. The 
women both wore knickers only. Michelle almost had on 
what appeared to be a bikini, most likely kept on hand 
for just such an occasion. 

I wished I had been down a tad earlier to see her put 
it on, or maybe even watching others do it for her. 
Whatever, I say 'almost' had it on, as one of the women 
was in the process of pulling both straps down the 
girl's arms which now revealed her breasts to the point 
of her nipples just peeking out from each cup. The 
other woman was rubbing her hard through her bikini 
pants making Michelle gasp and writhe.

I was holding Jenna's hand and I saw her drop her other 
hand to her knickers automatically, as she watched the 
unfolding scenario. Other girls present were of a 
similar inclination. Three men watching, one of which 
was Jerry himself, had their erections out stroking 
themselves, so hot was the scene before them. I 
couldn't see Kylie anywhere in the vicinity however.

As Michelle's arousal reached its upper limit she began 
to fondle the two women's breasts, both of which were 
soon moaning in unison as the young girl began pulling 
on their nipples additionally.

"Go ladies," said one onlooker, "Fuck the girl 
properly!"

With that, the blonde on Michelle's immediate left, 
dropped to her knees in front of the lounge, reached up 
and just slid Michelle's tight little yellow pants off 
and immediately set about licking her, while her friend 
hoisted her on to her own knee. As her bikini top 
joined its companion on the floor, Michelle was quickly 
out of it, moaning and wanting to be kissed by the 
other woman.

Jenna by now had her fingers well inside her own 
knickers and was making funny little noises herself as 
she stood in front of me swaying slightly as she 
fingered her own pussy. Damn it must have been so wet 
down there. I slipped my own hands into her bra and 
began rubbing her very visible breasts which naturally 
meant her bottom was pressed up once more against one 
king-size erection. Hardly her first of the afternoon! 

One of the male on-lookers could take no more and 
kneeling behind the young woman on the floor by the 
lounge, just ripped her knickers down and raised her 
bottom sufficiently to get his cock well up in to her. 
Just for a second she turned around, smiled at him, 
then continued her ministrations of Michelle's 
blatantly spread pussy. 

"Just stay here sweetie." I whispered to Jenna, 
withdrawing my hands from inside her flimsy little bra, 
"I have to go find your sister." She half nodded 
without once taking her eyes off the lounge. I just 
hoped I wouldn't find her on her knees with a queue of 
hopeful partners around her, when I returned. Given 
what she had already seen and done, I figured not much 
more could really happen to her anyway.

As it happened, I didn't have far to look. I had 
actually walked past her unsighted, at the foot of the 
stairs just minutes earlier. Whether led there 
willingly or coerced some other way, she was now the 
center attraction of a small group of three men, one of 
which was the host himself, Brad Archer. It was only on 
account of a temporary gap in some heaving bodies that 
I saw her... and if I hadn't seen what I did with my 
own eyes, I would never have believed it.

Still in her bra and panties amazingly, that was about 
the only concession to dignity that could be said to be 
evident given the situation I was suddenly privy to. 
Face down and astride a youngish looking man, his 
trousers long since divested, his cock was quite 
obviously deep inside her. As he fucked her steadily, 
her legs spread wide either side of him, Brad Archer 
was squatting between her legs, pulling her knickers 
well clear of her crack, while his index finger 
appeared to be well up inside her bottom. 

Certainly Kylie was not objecting, but that may also 
have been due to the fact that the third guy who had 
hold of her hair tightly, was himself reacting somewhat 
pleasurably to the sensations her mouth was bequeathing 
him as it sucked the head of his cock with obvious 
relish. As Archer fingered her bum ever deeper, she 
began to squirm against the cock within her. I winced 
as the guy fucking her gasped out "God Kylie you are 
such a hot little cunt," but in all honesty, I couldn't 
have put it more eloquently myself!

Given that Jenna had been upstairs at least an hour, I 
couldn't help wondering how many turns they had all had 
of Kylie and what other combinations I had missed. 
Probably best I didn't know! In any event, this 
performance lurched on to its inevitable conclusion. 
First to throw a double six was "Mr. Kneeling up Front" 
who jerked and uttered but two singularly appropriate 
words – "Jesus Christ," as he rained sticky white goo 
across Kylie's face and hair. 

I could see it wasn't the first such shower. As Archer 
was really getting himself off (and probably Kylie too) 
fingering her hot little bum, the man beneath her 
unleashed what was probably his last storehouse for the 
day, as far up into her pussy as he could get. As for 
Kylie, she was just a pole-cat on heat, arching her 
bottom further up and kissing the man beneath her 
feverishly.

I figured it was time to announce my arrival. I leaned 
down, patted her bottom, still with Archer's finger 
inside it and whispered, "Time to go Sweetie, I really 
think you've had enough for one day." The effect on all 
four of them was electric. Archer, avoiding all eye 
contact, pulled his finger out, allowing her knickers 
to once again cover her rear end. The guy prostrate, 
pulled his cock from within its snug orifice, while the 
third man simply zipped himself up and took-off across 
the room.

Kylie got off her partner like a scalded cat and 
stammered, "Oh God dad, how long have you been here?"

"Long enough sweetheart... long enough." I smiled down 
at her and helped her to her feet. I saw cum stains on 
and between her breasts down inside her bra, some was 
still drying on her cheeks. She looked soo damn hot!

"I'm soo sorry dad," she muttered, "I never expected to 
be doing anything like this. You must think I am such a 
slut."

"Well, if you are," I looked at her, "You're my kind of 
slut sweetheart. I love you both so much and anyway... 
I brought you here – I can hardly blame you for what 
has happened, can I?"

She half-smiled but was looking both embarrassed and 
guilty. 

"And anyway Kylie," I added as an afterthought. "Look 
at me? I'm hardly blameless in all this. Carnal 
knowledge, incest with my own daughters, reckless 
endangerment of a minor, intent to commit sexual acts 
with underage girls... don't think you need worry baby! 
If you enjoyed what happened today... no harm done. Now 
lets go get Jenna and go home huh?"

She squeezed my hand and we went across to where I had 
left Jenna. 

The "tableau" had broken up and I found Jenna nearby, 
most likely about to meet a similar fate to that Kylie 
had just experienced. She was kneeling between Warwick 
and another man who having pushed her bra up, was 
groping both her breasts while kissing her. Warwick had 
his hands down the back of her panties enjoying himself 
immensely. 

"Sorry Guys," I said, taking hold of Jenna's arm and 
pulling her to her feet. "Time we were on our way." 
Against a backdrop of disappointed sighs and vocalised 
objections from the men, I sent both girls over to the 
far side of the room to retrieve their clothes.

"But the afternoon has still hours to go," said 
Warwick. 

"Fret not," I said, "Still plenty of hot chickie-babes 
on site for you."

"But your two are just so hot," he added, almost 
petulantly.

"Ain't that the truth?" I mused.

First seeking out Larissa who was taking a presumably, 
well-deserved break, and this time getting her number, 
I gave her a kiss goodbye and promised I'd see her 
again.

We got to leave just ahead of the traditional party 
"three-girl" selection. I have no doubt Kylie and Jenna 
would have taken out the first two places and I really 
didn't want to see either of them at the open-ended 
behest of six men's sexual lust. 

Driving home, I noticed in the rear view mirror the 
girls whispering feverishly and giggling continuously. 
Doubtless such comparisons of "what did "it" feel 
like?" and "how many times and where did they come on 
you?" headed the joint Q & A session. Besides, I'm sure 
each and every reader here would have a pretty good 
idea of where my mind was unavoidably drifting."

As they scampered up the stairs to their bedrooms I 
poured myself a JD and ice and hunched up in my 
favorite chair. Natalie, their older sister was out.

"I wonder," was the thought kept coursing through my 
mind.

Barely ten minutes had elapsed before Kylie's cute 
little voice rang out down the stairwell.

"Daddy?"


© 2005 Peter_Pan  http://www.lulu.com/content/106537 

Published Autobiography: 
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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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