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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Distant Princess by Peter Pan (uds@hotmail.com) *** Although listed officially as Chapter Eighteen in "The Complete Harper Valley" this was in fact a fully stand- alone recollection that has no chronological relevance to other episodes. Given very recent events, a sequel if you like, entitled "Homecoming" has just been completed and may in due course be published on Kristen's archive, but not until the new year. (Mff, ped, inc, bi, mast) *** Surfing her laptop in bed one hormonally-charged night mid Fall, acutely pretty British teenager Sally Young, found exactly what she hadn't been looking for. Sex stories on tap! Understand if you will, being just sixteen herself and coming across the sexplicitly described antics of girls her own age at the House of Harper... what else was she to think but, "Oh God, if only!" Avidly following the selfless community services being rendered by and upon Jenna, Kylie and Natalie, for sweet Sally, orgasm simply begat orgasm. It came eventually that she contacted me by email and freely declared her rampant addiction for each new episode. It was at this point she forwarded her own stunningly beautiful portrait (available on request, although be advised - it is tasteful in the extreme and she IS dressed!) together with others I should confess, that so far as any arousal-factor was concerned, it could only be said that they realistically delivered on all fronts (as it were!) I wrote back to her, sensing even then, that she was something remarkably special. In hindsight, it wasn't in what she wrote – she sounded in fact just another effervescent yet wholesomely innocent young cutie coming to grips with her own sexuality. Hell, I knew that species like the back of my hand, having here wall to wall clones running me ragged nights! No, it was that photograph. Without claiming to have even a modicum of psychic ability, for some reason I pick up the 'essence' of a person from their photo. The eyes, poise, body-language reveal everything – I can only describe it as being sensorily akin to a computer print-out. The more I studied Sally's picture, the more I knew about her – and the more I wanted to know. I don't view people as being sixteen or sixty... that is the body date-stamp, little more value than an automobile chassis number. I recognise the inner-being and that my friends are ageless. There are many middle- aged people traipsing around this planet simply filling-in their three-score-years-and-ten (damn, why am I reminded of Warwick again?) Cruelly judgmental I acknowledge, but there is it seems, no purpose - no awareness. Another time, one can cross paths if only for an instant, with a mere child of eight or nine and the Geiger counter runs hot. The confronting auras have linked and recognition been established! So I felt it to be with Sally. Just over four years earlier, I had taken Natalie and Kylie on what was an eye-opening world-trip for both of them. Whilst in Britain showing them 'my turf,' we had in the course of touring the beautiful south-west counties, en route to such places as Bath and Stonehenge, been to Salisbury – Sally's hometown. I had for years been promising that Jenna would accompany me the next time I went (she had been but eleven at the time), that being when funds might be available. Well it seemed to me, such likelihood was never going to eventuate and thus I resolved to take her anyway. We would simply eat every second day! I had already realised we wouldn't be needing separate rooms and that being father and daughter, this would raise no eyebrows among any Hotel staff, well unless they had a few spy-cams installed. To say Jenna was excited would be to understate the obvious. "Oh that's just not fair dad," muttered Kylie and Natalie when told of the trip. "Jenna will have you all to herself for nearly three weeks." In fact, the incomparably beautiful nights that we shared during that initial week away in the US would have formed the basis itself of a complete stand-alone documented work. That very first night in San Francisco, checked-in at the old Cecil Hotel on Sutter, was something I will never experience again. Far from the hot'n sexy little turns running their course at home, I really had the opportunity to make love to Jenna as a young woman alone that night for the first time. For her part, she gave to me a requited love that not one in a million will ever know. Make that one in a billion! This is not the purpose of this recollection however and it must therefore take regrettably, a back seat to the tale at hand. On the flight from New York to Paris, on impulse I showed Jenna a copy of Sally's picture I had printed off. I say "on impulse," the fact is, I had always planned to show her I suppose. "She's very pretty dad," she replied after studying the pic closely. "Who is she? She soo reminds me of Brianna." I nodded, then kinda circumnavigated the truth – just a little. "Actually Jen, she got to read a couple of my mystery stories I published on the Net a while back. (Luckily Jenna knew about them). I think she mentioned that her parents had either bought a book or downloaded a title... I honestly can't remember now - but anyway, she just really liked what she'd read and wrote to me about it." "She looks pretty young dad, " Jenna had then asked. "How old is she?' "Sally's your age sweetheart," I replied, "Just sixteen." I couldn't help but notice how prolonged a study she was making of the pic. "Where does she live?" "Salisbury in England," I told her, "Pretty close to Stonehenge." "Would you like to meet her," Jenna asked in all innocence. "Well, she doesn't even know we're going to England Jenna." I replied. "Why? Do you think I should?" She looked up at me then, just as cheeky an expression as she could muster on that pretty little face. "C'mon daddy, I know the kind of girls you really like... and she has cute little boobies too." She added, giggling hard. "Well that she does, cheeky-face," I responded, reminded suddenly of a couple of her other pics that fully highlighted that particular aspect of her existence. 'Well maybe we might just call when we're down her way and see if she wants to meet up for an hour or so." I volunteered. "Sure dad," she laughed, taking my hand, Why don't we do that?" Paris was beautiful – it always is. Whether you're strolling along the Left Bank, trying to manoeuvre your shopping-trolley of a Citroen around the Arc de Triumph, gazing down from the deuxieme etage of the Eiffel Tower or just taking it easy in Le Louvre, life is but a kaleidoscope of new experiences in the Parisian capital. All I was thinking of though was Salisbury and the sights it had to offer. The first week in Britain was spent in London showing Jenna so much of what she had heard me talk about during her childhood. My hometown in the flesh supplemented all those bedtime stories. She finally got to see what she had only been able to imagine. Don't think she was too impressed with the meteorological attributes of the UK though. "Dad," she said that first day, "It's not this cold at home mid-winter!" I pointed out that she should hang around for January. "Thank you no," she replied with little hesitation. "Nice for other things though," she observed, looking up at me with that "Guess what I feel like?" look. We were late down for breakfast as I recall. Having struck an uncommonly good deal with a local car rental company, obviously sympathetic to the Aussie cause, early that second week we loaded up our Vauxhall Zafira and struck out for Slough and the West. With fuel in England more than double the cost now of the average Sydney pump prices, it's best to have a strategic geographic plan in place before you hit the road in the U.K. I had however, the added advantage of a lifetime's familiarity with the British road-system. Hell, I had sat beside my father as he navigated his way from Land's End to John O'Groats long before they built the first Motorway! Following in her sisters' footsteps, Jenna marvelled at the Roman influence in Bath, the antiquity of Stonehenge and Avebury, the splendour of Longleat. If only she had known what was to come! I remember thinking as we pulled off the A36 right at the A345 roundabout and throwing a right into Castle Street, "What the hell am I doing here? She's just sixteen!" The Milford Hall Hotel was as I recalled it, no Dorchester come lately, but very comfortable and a major step-up from one of those sixty-nine-pound-a- night Granada motorway havens that would probably have seen Jenna the wished-for target of most every paedophile headed north that night. I waited till she was in the shower and way out of hearing range, then called Sally's cell phone number that I had gotten her to give me many weeks earlier. "Hello?" came this plaintive but unmistakably west- county accented little voice. "Sally, I presume?" "Yes, who is it please?" she asked. "Well sweetie," I said, "You did once tell me that given the opportunity, you'd run a couple of miles to see my daughter having sex... this is your big chance kiddo!" Never was silence more deafening! "Oh my God... Oh my God!!" she spluttered. "It's you Noel. Where are you? Don't tell me you're in England... are the girls with you??" I let her calm down momentarily. "Err, just which of those questions do you want answered first sweetheart?" I replied. "Oh, don't tease me," she said. "Are you really here?" "Well depending on your definition of "here" Sally, yeah, I guess I am. As "here" as you can get I suppose. Just how far is the Milford Hall from you? Think you can run that distance?" She was making all sorts of disbelieving noises into the receiver. I figured I'd better take up the conversation. "To answer your other question Sally... Jenna is with me, the other two are back in Sydney... misbehaving most likely. "Can I talk to her Noel?" she pleaded, "Does she know about me?" "No, you can't talk to her right now sweetie," I replied. "She's under the shower – I wanted to call you first. And yes, I showed her your pic and told her you'd contacted me after reading a couple of my stories on the Net. She doesn't know anything about Harper Valley or even that you know what goes on. OK?" "Its cool, I won't mention it," she promised. "What did she say about my pic?" How typically female I thought to myself! "She said she thought you were very pretty actually." I told her truthfully. I thought it prudent not to mention her other more personal observations. "So," I continued. "Any chance of us seeing you?" "Oh my God, of course," she gushed. "Just got to work out what I'm going to tell my parents and how I can arrange it." "Definitely not too much," I told her candidly. "We're only going to be here for just two more nights, that's the other problem." I added quickly. "Well at least it's the weekend from tonight," she said, "So I haven't got school to worry about." Like I hadn't already planned for that little eventuality! Just then Jenna walked out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam and not much else. "You want to say hello to Sally?" I asked her. Her eyes grew wide like saucers and quite honestly, you never saw anyone move so fast. Grabbing the phone off me, she sat down on my lap, knowing full-well the effect that would be having. As she chattered animatedly to Sally, I allowed myself the luxury of a grope either side. Jenna squeaked in surprise and with a deliberately provocative "dad!!" pushed my hands away. Sally must have asked her what was going on because I heard Jenna say, "Just dad... being naughty!" What images must have been running through Sally's mind I was thinking. Talk about feeling superfluous! By the time Jenna had hung up, everything was organised apparently. "I love her accent dad," Jenna said, hopping off me, the bath-towel short enough to disclose just the cruellest hint of her curvy little bottom as she would have been only too well aware. From what I could deduce, Sally was planning on telling her parents she was going to see Shyamalan's The Village with a couple of school friends – this being a not unusual event evidently and fully unlikely to arouse suspicion. A friend of hers could drop her over at the Milford Hall just after tea the following day. Took a drive out to Bristol the next morning, but speaking for myself, it wasn't the local architecture I was thinking about. I have a sneaking suspicion Jenna's mind was on other things too. On our return, we had a cursory look around Salisbury Cathedral itself before checking back in to the Milford for an early tea. Jenna took so long doing herself up that night, anyone would think it was her first date. Fashionable little skirt and top and even some tasteful hot make-up. Cool as it was outside, the environment control ensured our rooms were maintained an optimum temperature. "Jesus Christ girl," I said, looking her over, don't tell me Brad and Jerry are coming too? She was at her Harper's best! She stuck her tongue out at me. Around 7 p.m. we got a call from reception saying our "guest" had arrived. "How'd I look?' I asked her. "Like my lovely sexy dad," she said, giving me a beautiful kiss on the lips. Thinking back now, how lucky Sally was I even got as far as the foyer that night! The picture hadn't done the girl the justice it might have. Sally was just so absolutely stunning, I figured she must have taken every bit as much time as Jenna had. Wearing an all-black dress that clung to her in all the right places, she was a vision of youth, beauty and utter desirability. She too had applied just a hint of make-up – enough to highlight her near-perfect face- structure, yet without betraying her tender years. A delicate application of what appeared to be peach- colored mascara set off the natural sparkle to her pretty eyes and, like Jenna's, the lip-gloss simply begged to be kissed-off at the first available opportunity. Her long blonde hair was swept back off her shoulders with just a few wayward locks teasing her cheeks and forehead. We're talking here, God at his creative best! The girls hit it off instantly and hand in hand accompanied me first to the bar. No way was anyone going to be asking to see id for those two. Besides, I was buying. Fascinated by each other's accent there was more giggling than anything else. Sally wanted to know all about Australia, school... and Australian boys. Jenna wanted to know about life in England, school and English boys. I don't know why I even bothered going! Eventually though I got a word in edgeways and suggested maybe we went back to our room for a while. No one jacked up about that. First thing I did once the girls had made themselves comfy in the two easy-chairs by the window, was to ring down for a few sandwiches and a bottle of champagne. Wasn't so sure about Sally, but after a couple of glasses of the sparkly-stuff, Jenna's few remaining inhibitions invariably take a hike. I just couldn't take my eyes of Sally. Something inherently pleasurable in just watching young girls acting out their youths and effusive natural selves. Simply the way they talk excitedly, the delicate hand movements, self-conscious wriggles in the chair as they smooth their skirts or dresses down while talking. Little giggles and the occasional brief hand contact when emphasising a point. Regrettably, it's all lost so soon in the maturing process. Room service was remarkably efficient and the ordered refreshments were at the door in less than twenty minutes. Drawing a chair up myself and having poured them a glass each of the outrageously marked-up wine, I got finally to chat with Sally and learn a bit about her brief sixteen years on the planet. I think she'd already heard in complete detail, Jenna's fifteen (being only a fortnight into her sixteenth) She had evidently, an older sister Jacqui to whom she looked up to and maintained a very close relationship with. Reflecting on the bond between my three, I had every reason to wonder just how close that might be. I recall thinking that if she was that enamoured with the Harper Valley recollections then maybe it was a sisterly love that Brad and Jerry for starters, would give their right-hand to see. Better make that their left hand – I think they would be having a desperate need later for the use of their right! I recall at one stage just putting an arm around Jenna's waist and seeing Sally's pupils dilate – a combination I suspect of the wine, her pre-knowledge and her optimism. Both girls, whether they knew it or not, had become just marginally flirty. Nothing overt, just louder giggles, hot little expressions and the occasional shoulder wriggle. It's all in Nature's wonderful blueprint for life. At the point Jenna had to excuse herself for a toilet break, Sally whispered to me. "She is sooo intelligent and pretty, no wonder you love her so much." I just leaned forward and gave her a brief kiss on the cheek. The champagne had done its work however – she turned her head fractionally and I had the option then of withdrawing or kissing her again on the lips. Wasn't exactly much of a choice! "Dad!" giggled Jenna, returning from the bathroom. "I leave you for a second and you're being naughty." Sally was visibly blushing. "Yeah, I know sweetheart," I smiled at her, "Doctors tell me there's nothing they can do for me – completely untreatable, the last one said." "Why?" I added quickly, "You just a wee bit jealous sweetheart?" I grabbed her as she walked past and pulled her on to my lap." A little shocked I'd say, she just sat their looking at me with an arousingly half-open mouth. I had to kiss it. Didn't that warm little bottom in my lap feel nice though! "Dad!!!!" she gasped again... "We have company." I let her get off and settle back in her own chair. Sally's face was priceless. I know a hot and aroused young girl when I see one... and I was seeing at least two. "Anyone like to watch a movie?" I asked. Their response was a resounding vote in favor of the idea. The recently-released Day After Tomorrow was the preferred choice although we had all seen it earlier in the year. I figured a second bottle of champers wouldn't go astray over the ensuing couple of hours either and rang down to have a bottle brought up. Now the only place to properly watch a movie in a hotel suite is the bed and as far as that went, this one was the ant's pants. King-size, if not custom-built for Hefner's Playboy mansion, it was just a case of the girls slipping their shoes off and wriggling their way up to the headboard. Jenna settled herself between me and Sally, not that I was there for long as the buzzer sounded. Signing for the champagne, I couldn't help but notice the bell-boy's desperate longing glance at the bed as he took in the two girls lying there. If he didn't go straight off on a break and make a few urgent "personal arrangements" I'd have been surprised. Sally I think, noticed the boy's flushed interest and giggled like the little tease I think she is naturally. Pouring them both a glass, I resumed my position on the bed – but on Sally's side this time. Jenna shot me a furtive glance. Barely had the tidal wave engulfed Fifth Avenue when the alcohol definitely kicked-in and the proximity of those hot little bodies was making concentration on anything else problematic to say the least. "Are you comfy there Sally?" I asked idiotically. "Uh-huh," she muttered, quaffing the remnants of her last glass. "Having a really great night thanks." I couldn't stand it any longer and just leaned across and kissed her on the lips. "Ohhh!" was all she said. It wasn't all she did though! She looked at me with an expression that made it abundantly clear that coming to Salisbury was never going to have been a waste of time. I held her this time and gave her a longer and deeper kiss. "You are just sooo beautiful Sally, please forgive my forward manner." I mumbled. I was amazed to see that Jenna had taken a hold of her left hand. I think it had actually been a fully automated response on the part of both girls. As they just glanced at each other for but a second, I felt the connection. "It's OK," I said. "Kiss each other." I hardly dared breathe. Turning to one another, the two girls simply looked in each other's eyes – saw what I already had, and the champagne did the rest. Never have I seen anything more naturally beautiful and arousing. No grunting lesbian passion, tongues down the back of each other's throats, uninhibited lustful writhing... they simply put their arms around each others' shoulders and kissed on the lips. Not a brief peck either, a long deep, sensitive and obviously mutually satisfying kiss. As they withdrew, both looked at each other and felt I'm sure, what I knew right then – that Sally wasn't going home that night. Even as they were still holding hands, coming to grips with what obviously was happening, I pulled Sally to me and kissed her again. She had no resistance to put up, no objections to overcome. She wanted what I wanted. Laying her back against the pillows I kissed her neck and daring all, kissed her shoulder just to the left of her right dress-strap while my right hand closed softly around her left breast. She gave the softest little moan of encouragement and I knew Jenna was also wanting me to become yet more adventurous. "You are soo lovely sweetheart," I managed to get out and she just smiled up at me as I continued to gently knead and fondle her breast. Pretty much the same size as Jenna and Kylie in that department – I craved to see more of her. Slipping the straps down her arms was the work of but a second and I felt her intake of breath as her silky little bra was exposed. Even through the soft material, her erect nipples were plainly in evidence and I allowed myself the luxury of just passing my hand across the front of her cups stimulating those wonderful little peaks. That's when her expression changed from breathless anticipation to a more urgent need. Kissing her down the outside of her dress, I felt her body stiffen as I reached her abdomen. How feminine was her scent! how blissfully warm her body-heat. Jenna was right alongside me now and I think unaware that by leaning forward to kiss her herself, she was exposing her own breasts to me in all their glory, given the plunging neckline of that hot little top she had on. As they began kissing once more, inflaming their own passions – Sally reached up and putting her arms around Jenna's shoulder pulled her lower, at which point I found myself staring at point blank range of that incredibly arousing indentation in Sally's dress, at the very base of her abdomen. By wriggling about as she had been doing, that dress had ridden up her thighs marginally and I just slipped my hand up between her legs and felt the natural heat there. Simply the contact with the inside of her thighs caused Sally to gasp and as I drew the material upwards exposing the hottest of tight little black panties I recall wondering how long the paramedics would take to get there if I needed them. "Touch her there dad," Jenna suddenly whispered between kisses. I didn't honestly know if I could. This was after all, just an innocent sixteen year old child – not one that had the experience of several months at the Harper Valley get-togethers, or in fact with any experience at all beyond whatever she may have had with her sister. Her panties were almost fully exposed now and making no attempt to deflect my attentions in that particular area, I simply stared fixated, at that slightest of 'channels' running the length of her knickers and beneath which I knew her soft and virginal pussy lay – at the mercy of its owner's trust and my hoped-for gentility. I simply inclined my head and kissed her softly on the front of those knickers. The effect was dynamic. She let out a series of little gasps and drew her legs up fractionally. Her kissing Jenna now became more urgent and I noticed she had tightened her arm around my daughter's neck. "Rub her breasts Jenna," I whispered hoarsely, as I prepared to take the next step. Slipping her hand now down inside Sally's bra, Jenna began to gently squeeze her there, setting in motion a series of pleasurable sighs between their passionate kissing. Having then extricated her breasts altogether from the flimsy material, so that for the first time, I could see how similar in size and texture they were to Jenna's, she lowered her head to Sally's nipples and began to draw down on first one side and then the other as the girl beneath her began literally gasping from the deeply arousing attention she was receiving. It was at this point I began to tug Sally's knickers down and was rewarded for my efforts by as erotic a sight as this world has to offer. Putting paid to the question of whether or not she was a natural blonde, atop that most intricate of now moist vaginal folds was the prettiest little trimmed strip of dark hair at the very base of her trim and smooth tummy, beyond which the crumpled-up hem of her dress restricted further viewing. The knickers I tossed off the bed. Leaning inwards and kissing her delicately on that trembling yet so alluring a narrow chasm, she reacted as if touched by live wires. She wriggled in passion, distracted to a degree by Jenna's suckling of her highly erect nipples. Looking up at me momentarily, and seeing Sally fully exposed now, she just whispered "Make love to her dad, I know she wants you to." Make love to her? I knew she was still a virgin. Was this my right? my duty? my committed path? "Shall I Sally?" was all I muttered. She just lay there, wriggling in total pleasure I suspect and looking across at me for a moment between the touch of Jenna's attentive little mouth, merely nodded her acquiescence. Not even bothering to undress her, I just pushed her legs apart and knelt between them. I hadn't even realised how hard and needful I was myself. Taking out my erection and putting the head right at the entrance to her pussy, I slipped it inside. Gasping anew, she wriggled her exquisite little bottom, allowing me to inch my way forward. Whether or not the effectiveness of her hymen had been reduced either by a self-help program or on-going sisterly intervention I had no way of knowing, but the fact is there was very little in the way of a barricade still in evidence. Certainly a noticeable tightness a few inches in, which in any event would be consistent with her young age, but with increased pressure that was quickly overcome. Completely transported now, Sally was moaning and pushing her hips up to meet my thrusts as I worked my way into my own little paradise. Jenna was encouraging me and fully misbehaving herself, one hand down inside her own panties, settling into a rhythm that was ever only going to have the one messy outcome. With each successive thrust, my whole being was focused on Sally's receptive and compliant little vaginal cavity. Filling it was no problem, defining my reasons for needing to, were a different story. Then there was Larissa. Oddly perhaps the one person who would understand that in no way was I betraying my love for her. Pathetic rationalisation many will suggest obviously, but the mere fact that one has the capacity to love, quite obviously cannot limit such feelings to just one person. Were that a realistic possibility we would have a perfect world! That night, with my cock as far up Sally's pussy as I could get it, it wasn't far short, let me tell you! Jenna had no need to mutter "Fuck her dad," but I suspect it was simply her own hormones talking out loud. In any event, that's precisely what I was doing to her and at the point I jetted most every chromosome I had available up inside that accommodating little slit, life was really pretty damn good! Lying there purring from her recent physiotherapy, one hand on her pussy, the other a little below her breast, cum trickling slowly down one thigh, Sally just looked up at me and whispered breathlessly, "Do it to Jenna now." Well, the truth of the matter is Jenna wanted nothing else but to be fucked right then, her entire body language could vouch for that! Just pushing her on her back then, right alongside Sally's prostrate form, I pushed her little skirt up to her waist and tugged her knickers off in record time. Sally, I noticed, was instigating her own little nipple-fondling session beneath my daughter's top and was visibly activated by the sight of Jenna's hot little pussy as it slid into view. Just starting to grow now after her enforced public shaving, I found myself wishing one of us had a spare razor handy. If Sally had been wet, Jenna was simply flooded. Just pushing her knees up, I held them well apart and simply pushed in to her as far as I was able. Sally's expression watching this was one of virtual disbelief. "Oh God she said, that is soo hot." Inexorably, her hand found its way between her own thighs as she knelt there, her other hand idly fondling Jenna's breasts, both of which were jiggling beneath her bra as I increased my rhythm. On automatic pilot, she spread her knees wider to give me better access – definitely no need of holding them. "Fuck her harder," Sally was pleading, quite beyond the bounds of social niceties now. Rubbing her own clit with renewed passion as she watched her new friend being fucked silly by her father, I was finding the whole thing almost unendurably arousing. Judging by Jenna's own gasps, wriggles and vocalised pleas of "Oh God, YESSS! Don't stop dad!" I'd say so was she. She didn't get quite the same volume of hot gel as had Sally, but let's just say it got the job done. Speaking of which, Sally there, rocking on her haunches with both hands up between her legs was crying out in ecstasy as I suspect she experienced the biggest orgasm of her short life. I had but hotter plans and with remarkably little difficulty stripped both girls entirely and then had Jenna lie full length on top of Sally, face down... their breasts making contact and both pussies fully accessible, being but centimetres apart. Fucking both alternately as she and Sally kissed was something less than a hardship let's say! Wasn't a whole lot of point one might surmise, given my stock- levels, but with two pairs of incredibly spread legs in my direct line of vision, hot little slits with cum trickling out of both, not to mention Jenna's curvy little bum begging for a feel, what the hell else was I gonna do? Read them a bedtime story? I think I came... Don't know if either noticed - kissing, fondling and generally messing around with each other's bodies as they were. I figured it was definitely time to give Dennis Quaid and the frozen Empire State Building the flick. That Sally was going to stay the night was not even up for discussion. She just rang home and said she was making it a sleepover with her friend. "Jesus," I was thinking, If her dad could just see her on the other end of her cell phone. Face-down naked on the bed in a hotel suite, her panties and bra scattered around the room, with another naked sixteen year old girl running her hands down her back and across her bottom as she was talking. Not to mention having cum still running out of her with the likelihood of this being replaced during the next few hours in many a different fashion. We went to bed there and then. To begin with, I had the two girls lying side by side. With little I could realistically contribute for a while I wanted them to just enjoy each other's bodies with total freedom. I hadn't counted on this being soo damn hot though and although in darkness, their sighs, gasps and wriggling was just murder. Sporadic mutters here and there of "Yessss, keep sucking like that" and "Push in further Jenna," or even, "Kiss me there," were not conducive to sleep let me tell you. After maybe an hour of this on-going torture, I just leaned over and grabbed the nearest little body and pulled her on top of me. I knew, almost immediately it was Sally, just by her scent. She lay there on her back as with one hand I began fondling her breasts and nipples (How similar were they to Jenna's too) while with the other, I spread her labia and began rubbing her the length of her slit paying especial attention to her clearly distended little clit. Now this was something I knew I had a latent talent for – getting little girls hot! Bringing a girl to the point of utter ecstasy I find supremely arousing and almost line ball with actual intercourse. It's a good fall-back too (as it were) when one finds oneself a tad low on fuel after a few frenetic hours. On this particular occasion, Sally was literally shivering with pleasure as I caressed her every intimate part. The orgasm which overtook her was a doozy and I didn't hear too much more from her for quite a while. I dragged Jenna atop me next and set about her nipples and pussy with unabandoned delight. Just having a young girl's hair flopping in your face as they lie on your chest whilst you indecently assault them is I have to say, a most pleasurable experience. There were actual periods of sleep that night... or at least times at which the girls were probably just passing-out with pleasure. I remember waking at one point, to find some hot little harlot lying on me face down, trying to manipulate my cock up inside her. Barely conscious, I smacked her little bum and said "Go to sleep Jenna," to which she giggled and whispered "It's Sally!" Ever the considerate adult, I let her have her way! Awaking first, the sight that met my eyes was just too beautiful for words. I had to pull the covers down momentarily to take in the full aspect. Jenna, sound asleep on her back, her legs apart with her own small hand resting atop her pussy. Sally was on her side, her back to me, the wonderful curves of her hips, bottom and lower back plainly evident. She snuggled up against Jenna, she had an arm around her shoulders, her face half buried in Jenna's hair nuzzling her neck. Both girls' firm and proud breasts, nipples their normal size once more, were gently moving rhythmically to their owner's gentle breathing. The sight absolutely entranced me and I just sat there looking at this beautiful tableau. Quite honestly it almost brought tears to my eyes, such innocence and youthful purity did it represent. Where the hell is David Hamilton when you need him? Awaking them eventually I kissed both and suggested they had a refreshing shower. I wanted more than anything to join them but this I felt was something they could and should enjoy together. Much as I would have liked to just watch them, I didn't. I knew this had been the right decision when after some twenty minutes almost (They must have near-emptied the entire Hotel's hot water supplies) they emerged in bathrobes not just glowing, but holding hands and obviously having experienced a closeness that was for ever to be a loving recollection in their own memories. There are definitely times between girls that a man is just not needed. "Thanks Dad," said Jenna, squeezing my hand as she went past to get her clothes. I knew exactly what she meant. We had a superb breakfast and talked more between ourselves in that hour or so than we had the entire previous evening. What was imminent though I really didn't want to acknowledge. Sally would have to go home and we had to head back to London. Just looking at them in the morning light I could see just how young sixteen really is. All the promise of youth, the beauty of approaching womanhood, the perfection of a girl's body at that juncture. I wanted to take them back to bed... but the night had passed, the opportunity had been taken up and the memories filed. To have aspired to further pleasures would be to insult, if not denigrate what magic had been experienced between us. We had arranged to drop Sally off just around the corner from her home and this, by negating the opportunity for stressful and drawn-out goodbyes might have proven a blessing. As it was, kissing Sally and thanking her for the most beautiful of nights was ultimately a miserable experience, knowing that more than anything I wanted to keep her with me. Jenna too hugged her as she might have Kylie and promised to stay in touch when she got back to Australia. The last we saw of her, she turned and smiled prettily, though with a touch of sadness I thought, as she rounded the corner. Neither of us said much for a few miles. "I'm going to miss her dad," Jenna said suddenly, tears welling in her eyes. It was quite the last thing I wanted to hear. I pulled over. Nursing her for a while like the little girl she really is, I wasn't without the need for a Kleenex or two myself. © Peter_Pan 2005 http://www.lulu.com/content/106537 Published autobiography at: http://www.lulu.com/content/74426 "Imagine For A Moment: http://www.lulu.com/content/69187 *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 40