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Nothing can stay secret for ever and my biggest fear had been that one day Natalie might discover the truth about Harper Valley. In hindsight, I should have expected it! (Mf, ped, inc, mast) *** Following consecutive long and majorly hot showers, a little later that evening, I had noth girls change into their nightdresses ahead of a well-deserved early night. Retrieving the antiseptic cream, I made them both lay side by side and with their knickers off, rubbed the cool ointment into both their very red and slightly swollen labia. Jenna especially was rather puffy in that general location. Curiously this was effected with no sexual arousement at all. I think it must have felt just so soothing and relaxing for them. It reminded me so much of when they were little – around seven and eight, when I had often to tend various rashes that all three of them developed. As I applied one last layer however, smoothing it well inside their moist lips, I failed to hear the bedroom door open. "Oh my God dad, what’s going on here?" Natalie had come home early! So... despite my every precaution, disclosure now seemed inevitable. Not too many times in my life had I been trapped circumstantially leg-before-wicket (that’s gonna confuzzle North American non-cricket followers!), especially in my own home. Hell, this was looming as the biggest domestic threat since Eve ripped off that Granny Smith, handed it to Adam and said "Have a bite hun!" Natalie too – the indisputable queen of deductive logic! "It’s not what it seems sweetheart," I said, hastily replacing the top on the tube of cream. "Really dad?" she queried. "I walk in and find my two younger sisters lying on Kylie’s bed with their panties down, their legs apart and you touching them?" "That’s not true Natalie," Kylie interjected, "Dad was..." "Oh, shut-up Kylie," she cut her sister off. "I can see what he was doing!" "Stop it you two," I said. It was time to assert some authority! "Now look here Natalie," I continued, "I can see what it must look like, but I was just rubbing cream on them. No big deal. I used to do it to you when you were sore – remember?" "Yeah, when I was six or seven dad. You don’t do that to girls when they’re fifteen and sixteen. They do have their own fingers you know." Damn, she was good! She wasn’t finished though. "Why are you both suddenly so sore anyway?" she asked them. Straight-up curve ball! Jenna certainly didn’t help anyone’s cause by blushing and giggling. "You three must think I’m retarded or something," she muttered. "You’ve all been acting real suss recently. You seem to go out together quite a bit now and let’s face it... those are long ‘shopping trips!’ Don’t want to embarrass you Jenna but I know you and Kylie have been... you know... "mucking about" with each other a bit. You just didn’t know I knew did you? I almost walked in on you both a couple of times." "If only," I couldn’t help thinking suddenly. Kylie was in deep shock. Jenna was deep red. "And anyway dad," Natalie turned to me – she was so damned pretty when she was angry. I’m not stupid. I wondered ages ago if you had ever gone to those parties. I knew about them when I was in year eleven." I looked at Kylie and Jenna then back at Natalie. There was no point denying it. Besides she had too many old- school contacts. It would have been a cinch for her to dig up everything, using her detective talents. "You have all been there haven’t you?" she said, the realisation hitting home. "I can’t believe it dad. You let your two teenage daughters – my sisters, get fucked by other men while you watched?" She was almost shaking. "And what? you did it with other girls too?" I wanted a chaplain! Then as if following up on her own thoughts, "OMG, have you done it with them too dad?" She began sobbing and was about to leave. "Natalie... please, just listen to me a moment. That’s all I ask." She glared at me through fresh waves of tears. "You are right sweetheart, so totally right. I have betrayed your trust and love I guess – though God help me, not deliberately. Maybe I am just weaker than you had supposed. Maybe weaker than I had supposed even! But let me tell you this, I never encouraged them, incited them or even suggested they went. It was curiosity I suppose got them there but I give you my word, they have never been forced to do anything against their will, nor have they been hurt in any way." "Come off it dad," she raged at me, "That’s a total cop-out. You’re supposed to look-after your daughters, not sit there watching while other way-older guys fuck them. That’s soo gross! Not to mention you with other young schoolgirls. I thought you were different dad, I really did!" She wasn’t through yet. "And you say they’ve never been hurt? What about emotionally? What happens in a few years when they look back at this and hate you for what you did." Now that was heading off into unchartered waters. "Natalie," I said, "Look at them – really look at them. Do they strike you as unhappy? introverted? miserable as all hell? misled even? Have you seen any incidence of either being in any way unhappy recently? She thought about that for a moment. "No, I suppose not. But that doesn’t make what you’re doing right dad." "No, it doesn’t Natalie, I agree with that." Jenna who had been keenly following the entire exchange, then spoke. "Look Natalie, even if dad maybe shouldn’t have let us go... .we badgered him to take us. Not just once... continuously. You know how Kylie never lets up. Anyway, what dad said is true. We have never been made to do anything except have a good time. Believe it or not, we have met heaps of nice people... girls too. Brianna, Chantelle (that’s not the 27 year old – see FORGET HARPER VALLEY PTA) and Louise go as well. "Brianna?" she gasped, "And her dad?" Jenna nodded. Natalie was quiet for a bit. The tears, mainly of anger and extreme disappointment I suspect, had stopped momentarily. "Well while we’re at it," she added turning to me, "Tell me the truth dad, have you been doing it with my sisters?" "Yes, I have Natalie," I looked at her squarely "And rightly or wrongly, never have I loved either of them more than while we did it." She just looked at me. "This is because mom walked out isn’t it?" "What? You think I just had to have sex with a girl? any girl? Even my daughters? No Natalie, you’re wrong there. I did it with them because I wanted to... because I love them beyond everything and although you will never understand or believe this – I don’t regret it." "Nor do we dad," It was Kylie. She got off the bed came over and hugged me. Don’t ask me why but I felt like crying just then. "I’ve loved everything you and I have done dad, so has Jenna. We both love you heaps." she glared at Natalie. "If you can’t handle that Nat... too bad!" This was the Kylie I knew and loved. Proud, feisty and fiercely loyal. Natalie was crushed by her sister’s emotional strength. It was surging out of her. Even I felt it. I just hugged her to me. She kissed me on the lips passionately as Natalie looked on in utter confused shock. Talk about a Mexican stand-off. "Y-you’re all basket cases," she flung at us, turning on her pretty little heels and flouncing out the door – presumably to her own room. "Shall I go to her dad?" Kylie offered. "No sweetie," I replied, "Wouldn’t achieve anything. She has to think the whole thing through on her own. I doubt its going to make any difference though – I figure I have really burnt all my bridges with her – big time!" "She still loves you dad," Jenna put in. "I think she’s just in shock." Inside, I was worried. Natalie and I had always been so close. She was me... just a few decades younger! Same outlook, perceptions, likes, dislikes... movies even! I was distraught at the likelihood of my having tossed all that out the window for what now might well have been a foolish bit of gratuitous pleasure. Had I possibly wrecked Kylie and Jenna’s lives too. It weighed heavily on me. Later that week and in the light of calm and reflective thought I decided that definitely Kylie and Jenna were far too happy and well balanced behaviorally to be in any way adversely affected. Just to be on the safe-side though, after I brought them home from school the next day or so, we all behaved ourselves – that wasn’t easy! Things were developing with Larissa also. She was able to let me take her to dinner mid-week and that definitely took my mind off the situation with Natalie. Didn’t take my mind off sex though and having driven her home around eleven-ish, George had the extreme good-taste to whisper to me when we had a moment together. "Look I’m comfortable with anything you have planned with Larissa – please use the main bedroom if you want a bit of privacy." I could have hugged him. Fact is, with her school holiday starting a week earlier than my girls’ she didn’t have to be up early next morning, and thus I gratefully accepted his offer. I knew Kylie and Jenna wouldn’t mind. It was one of her hot little turns. Slipping everything off bar her knickers, she crept under the covers with me and started that pleading, wanting thing that always drives me to distraction. How beautifully soft were her lovely breasts that night, how sweet-tasting her young nipples, as she guided them into my mouth. Gently slipping my hand inside her panties I just caressed her as I kissed her. She was moaning with an urgency that could only ever have been satisfied by the slipping of my erection up into her. She gave me everything that evening – her whole being and I loved her for it. I stayed the night obviously and I am quite sure readers will find this hard to grasp, but Larissa wanted her dad to be with her later that night and so between 2 am and dawn, we both made love to her, each one kissing and fondling her while the other gently penetrated her. She went to sleep between us knowing that we would be continuing to fuck her all night and so hot was this, we must have cum in her four or five times each by the time the first rays of light appeared. It was as beautiful as life gets. Inevitably I got the call that Steve would be hosting the next party at his place that Saturday. For some reason, I looked forward to it rather than fearing it. Natalie had studiously avoided all contact with me and I figured our relationship was pretty much at an end. I wouldn’t even have been surprised if she had announced her intention to move-out with a couple of girlfriends. Not long after dinner was finished Friday night, I was half-way through washing-up (nothing clears out the kitchen quicker than wash-up time) when who should saunter in but my ex-daughter! I kinda smiled at her but made no overtures of reconciliation, having not the least idea of what was coming. "You’re all going again tomorrow aren’t you?" she announced rather than asked. "Probably the last one... but yep!" I said. She looked puzzled. "Why would it be the last one?" "Well, even before you threw your little spaz up there sweetie," I inclined my head up towards the bedrooms, "I was figuring we really didn’t need to be doing this too much more. I already told Kyles and Jenna that!" "You didn’t say that the other day dad?" she levelled at me. "Er, well I didn’t have too many chances to say anything Natalie, did I?" I didn’t score any points with that one. "Why do you want to stop going then? Are my sisters fed-up with it?" That did make me smile. "Hardly Nat, matter of fact I think they’d go every week given the chance. No, its just that, well to be honest with you, I think they’re liking it too damn much." She was quiet for a moment. "What actually happens at these parties dad?" "Well Nat, if you’ve heard about them you must have some ideas as to what goes on there. No-one goes to play chess you know." Again, she was reflective. "I just don’t understand how fathers could let their daughters do it with other men dad. Or how the girls can watch their fathers doing stuff to their friends." I thought it best not to mention that occasionally their moms are involved in the whole thing. That would have brought her emotionally undone. She seemed to be struggling with some internal conflict. "What would you say if I wanted to go and see for myself dad?" I had to grab a hold of the table for support, my legs were caving-in under me. "Natalie, that really isn’t a great idea, I don’t think you’d like what you’d be seeing. What am I saying? You’d be appalled! How would you handle seeing your sisters being er, kissed, groped... or worse?" "You mean getting fucked dad?" She never was one to mince words. "Yeah, I guess I do," I replied staring at the floor for inspiration here. "To tell you the truth," she replied, "I have no idea how I’d feel about it. It’s what you said about the first time... I’m just curious I suppose." Although I would never have dared mention it, just the thought of Natalie coming and actually seeing what I knew she would, was playing havoc with my imagination. It wasn’t that I pre-supposed she would actually "do" anything – matter of fact I figured she would be so disgusted, she would want to go home after twenty minutes... maybe less. As it was, I was surprised that she went to the trouble she did Saturday morning to look nice. Incredible with a bit of make-up, how similar the three of them looked and with almost a five year gap between Jenna and Natalie, you would never have picked it. Natalie has looked sixteen ever since she was fourteen and still does. I would be lying if I said I didn’t have an erratic pulse by the time we made Steve’s place – not more than five minutes beyond George’s home. It was a return to cavernous living, a sprawling Cape Cod on a huge private block. No need for bouncers! Like so many of us, Steve was yet another divorced single-parent (all these moms not too interested in doing the hard yards, when it comes to helping bring up their own children!) His daughter Luane was actually one of the young brunette cuties I saw hanging around at Warwick’s place, but never having been introduced, I didn’t know who she was. She was Jenna’s age but attends a nearby college, which is why we didn’t recognise her face. Luane was helping her dad co- welcome all the guests and right hospitable did she look in that mega hot mini-skirt. To say Natalie caused a stir would be the year’s biggest understatement. So similar in looks, height, profile and manner (although they’re all quite alike in that respect) the whispering started immediately. "Damn, there’s three of them," was one such comment. Natalie tossed him a withering look as we crossed the hallway. Jerry threw a nervy turn! Pulling me aside after we entered the main loungeroom, he asked incredulously, "Jesus Noel, how did you get her to come?" He couldn’t have been greatly more impressed if I had parted Sydney Harbor that very morning! "I didn’t Jer," I answered truthfully, "Fact is, she asked if she could come... and don’t get any ideas, it wasn’t to take-part in anything either. Just to see what goes down, as it were." "You mean I shouldn’t..." I cut him off, "Don’t even think about it, not unless you want a really pretty little foot in your reproductives!" I warned. "She did a year’s karate too – top of her grade as I recall!" "Gotcha," he replied, "No push-over huh?" "Only if she’s doing the pushing Jer," I smiled back. Just then Warwick found me. "Did I see what I think I saw?" he asked breathlessly. "Damn it," he said, "How can one man have three such sexy daughters? How the hell did you get her here, I thought she knew nothing about it?" "Yeah, well so did I Warwick," I replied, "Looks like I stuffed up. But like I was just telling Jer, she’s not here to get her gear off or have someone do it for her. She just wanted to check the place out." He looked bitterly disappointed, imagining most likely the three of them spread-eagled across a bed panting their hot little tongues out. "Oh, that right?" he muttered, "Well maybe we can get her to change her mind on that score," he added hopefully. "Good luck on that one Warwick," I told him, "Hope your health insurance is paid up to date." I left them to it and started mingling with a few other guests to see who was here. Jenna and Kylie were dragging Natalie with them to what looked like a girls- only corner of the room. I could see Michelle, Caitlin and Brianna down the far end too... better my two girls introduce Natalie around than me I figured. A soft feminine arm lobbed on to my shoulder. Turning to see its owner, I could see at once, Larissa had outdone herself today. Her hair up for a change, she looked straight off the cover of Vogue. The most beautiful pendant earrings hung from her lovely ears, not that I was particularly studying their workmanship – that mega low-cut top put paid to that likelihood. The last word in good taste, she had on a one-piece dress, almost a ballroom gown, that clung to her in all the right places. She kissed me and I forgot why I was there... actually I wasn’t even sure where I was. "That was such a wonderful night last Wednesday," she whispered, eyes wide open with promise, her perfume shutting down my biological systems one by one. She knew exactly what effect she was having. Luckily there was a spare chair nearby, I pulled her on to my lap. Such a doll was she, I couldn’t bear to touch anything for fear of wrecking the visual perfection. Dammit though, having that soft little bottom causing the most delightful friction against my upper legs was not far off an early morning bugle call. "The pleasure was all mine sweetheart," I told her. "Well, and your dad’s too I have to say." She blushed, which only prodded my desire for her further. "Dad really likes you," she said, letting me put my arms around her and holding her tight to me. "He trusts you." "I like him a whole lot too," I confided to her. "No one else here I’d be saying that of... believe me." "No, there’s a few creeps around, that’s for sure," she replied, nuzzling her face up to mine. Right then, George appeared beside us. I extricated an arm and shook his hand firmly. "George, your daughter must be the most beautiful girl in this room... may I take her straight home please?" He smiled. "Well speaking of daughters Noel, I just saw three of the prettiest sisters over there," he indicated the group of girls clustered together. "And they look remarkably similar... .you wouldn’t know anything about that would you?" Larissa sat up. "Don’t tell me Natalie is here?" "Well not sure whether that’s a good thing or not sweetie, but she kinda found out about these little get-togethers and wanted to come to see what they were like. I warned her she wasn’t likely to be too happy with what she saw." "She’ll die," said Larissa. "No, more than likely someone else will be doing that, if I know Natalie," I answered. "Mind if I go and meet her?" George asked. "Sure thing," I replied. You’re the one person here I think has a chance with her... um, to just get talking I mean." He smiled and walked off. "Well sweetie," I said looking down at those full sensual lips, "What am I going to do with you then?" "Anything you like," she answered sweetly. "Love to take full advantage of that offer Larissa," I teased her, "But not here." I kinda went quiet and she picked up on it. "Anything wrong?" she asked, her expression of immediate concern so attractive on that little face. "No beautiful," I lied. I really didn’t want to go into my thoughts as to her active participation in the group. What rights had I anyway? "Just thinking about Natalie and how mad she’s gonna get pretty soon." She took my hand and squeezed it. "It’ll be Ok... She must know what goes on basically Noel. Ever thought she might like it?" "Yeah right," I answered "And maybe she’s already planning a secret little visit to my bedroom tonight? I think not!" Larissa said nothing but just kissed me. All my thoughts melted away. Telling her I’d be back as soon as I could, I left her in the chair and headed-off for an early showdown. It was pretty crowded, there must have been almost forty people there. Collecting hugs from Brianna, Caitlin and Michelle on the way, I found buried deep in the throng of bodies along the far wall a somewhat predictable sight. "Setting" might be a better word. A cluster of chairs, one containing Jerry, with Jenna on his lap. Warwick in an adjoining chair looking smug as all hell with Kylie balanced neatly on his knee, both of them totally decent still. While a third chair pulled up close by, contained Natalie alone, chatting rather animatedly with George. Wayne and Steve were kinda crouched down between them all, talking to whoever would listen. Another man who I had never seen before, was standing behind Jenna’s chair, most likely looking down her top. You couldn’t blame him! I just eased myself down the other side of Natalie who turned around and just said "Oh, Hi dad." George must have done a remarkably good PR job as she looked to be of quite calm disposition. She also looked rather yummy, at least from my clearly prejudicial view. Early days yet though. So far as any overt behavior was concerned, aside from Jerry taking Jenna’s hand once in a while as he spoke to her and Warwick with his arm around Kylie’s waist, the first real test of Natalie’s resolve came when a very young looking brunette a few chairs away started giggling loudly, as the man on who’s lap she was sitting, began to fondle her breasts a little as he spoke with her. What was being said was fully inaudible. "My God," Kylie said to me. "How old is that girl? Do you know her?" If I didn’t know better I would say she was blushing. "Couldn’t tell you Nat," I said, "Never even seen her before." "Her name’s Melissa," George informed us, "She goes to Larissa’s school. I think she’s fourteen and a couple of grades below her." "Fourteen?" said Natalie. "Oh, that’s disgusting dad!" God, from what I could see, she was anything but that! I kept my mouth shut nevertheless. As a second man joined them and began kissing the girl, I thought Natalie was about to dial 911 on her cell. Right then though, something happened to somewhat distract her attention. Jerry, finding my daughter’s mouth within inches of his, as she leaned across to say something to Steve the far side of the chair, put an arm around her shoulders and began kissing her. I saw Natalie’s face – it was priceless. "Jenna!!" she spluttered. George laid his arm on hers. "She’s Ok Natalie, trust me. Jerry won’t hurt her, he loves kissing her. If you want the truth, I really enjoy being with her too, she is just such a beautiful girl and to be honest, you look so like her. It’s uncanny." Whether she took his words to heart or whether he had just said the right thing at the right time, I really don’t know, but to see her lean across, give him a gentle kiss on the cheek and utter the words "You are soo sweet," just about rendered me deaf, dumb and blind. George took her hand gently and I could see Steve looking-on with undisguised jealousy. He had no chance! George was no smooth operator – he was just George and most every facet of Larissa’s good manners, gentility and even I guess, good looks, she had gotten from her father. I could sense why Natalie was responding to him. He was honest, open, yet very masculine. She would feel "safe" with someone like that! Dumb as it may sound, I knew then she would be far more at ease in the presence of such a confronting afternoon’s activities – with him, than me even. Let’s hope I was right. Warwick’s fingers were on the move. With his hand no longer resting on Kylie’s leg but actively creeping up beneath her skirt, I heard Nat’s sharp intake of breath. George grasped her hand a little harder. Kylie obviously was in the mood for it. She began kissing Warwick hard as his hand not only worked its way north, but began to expose her underwear – enticingly chosen dark blue cotton knickers. So little- girlish! For his part, Wayne saw an opportunity to cash-in on her arousal obviously, and kneeling up slightly, began to rub her breasts softly. He was immediately rewarded with a string of "ohhhs" from Kylie, whose eyes were shut now as she let go emotionally. She even held his hand close up against her. Wayne I noticed, extricated his hand momentarily and encouraging her to hold herself there, replaced his hand over hers, making her in effect rub her own breasts but under his control. From my own perspective, a chemically-led chain reaction was underway. What else could you expect watching this? Natalie just couldn’t drag her eyes away from her hot little sister and looked to be clinging on to George’s arm for moral support. And if that little scenario didn’t turn up the heat for her, she had only to glance at the adjacent chair to see Jerry’s hand well up inside Jenna’s skirt now, far enough it would seem to be rubbing her into near-ecstasy, judging by her wriggling and forward hip-movements. Of course these weren’t the only two girls in-extremis. Anywhere you looked, panties were either being rubbed or tugged down, bra’s being lowered and lips kissed into submission. I was feeling totally out of it and with good reason! What effect this was having on Natalie was not immediately obvious. Well not that is, until I saw out of the corner of my eye, George kiss her for the first time. Nothing heavy, he simply kissed her gently on the lips. What is it with him and my daughters? I figured it was as much about support at that moment as anything else but I also saw Natalie’s expression. She was as shocked at her own willingness in the complicity. She definitely was going to be alright for the afternoon. Jenna was wanting it. That’s Ok. Jenna was about to get it. Steve, deciding that the role of voyeur, fun though it was, definitely had its limitations, simply pulled forth his erection – an impressive little piece of anatomy one must admit - and moved in towards Jenna, her eyes still closed, as Jerry drew aside her panties at the absolute strategic point. As he sank it deep into her, Jenna gasped but this paled into insignificance besides Natalie’s mortified "Ohh Jenna!" As Steve began to really fuck her, Natalie was plain open-mouthed. Whether aware of the fact or not, she was clinging on to George’s arm like a half-drowned man would clutch at a life-raft. Jenna was way too far gone to even consider her elder sister’s plight though and was pushing her hips up to meet Steve’s thrusts. Jerry continued to kiss her and fondle her breasts both of which were making me hotter than Hell. Kylie was being taken much the same route, Wayne having pulled her knickers down now, had his seven inches or so at her threshold, and was teasing her by rubbing the head up and down the length of her obviously awash vaginal entry. Even Warwick said to him, "For God’s sake stop teasing the girl, Wayne, fuck her!" That was the first time I saw Natalie’s fingers encroach on her own airspace. Probably little more than an instinctive reaction, but I saw her hands descend into her own lap where they appeared at least, to be depressing one presumably hot little zone. George leaned across and kissed her harder than earlier and from what I could see, she certainly was a willing correspondent. One thing for sure. No way was she about to ask to be driven home. As both girl’s pleasure became increasingly more apparent, George took the brave but ultimately constructive step of replacing Natalie in the chair and having her sit on his lap, a rare privilege that even I hadn’t managed for some years. Getting herself all hot and bothered was one thing, taking it to the next level was another though as far as Natalie was concerned. Agasp at the plight of her sisters and especially in such close proximity to them, she nevertheless had her sensors still on full alert, as the gentlest of caresses by George beneath the fullness of her right breast resulted in her shaking her head whilst impeding any further progress with her left hand. She didn’t move his hand altogether, simply flashed him a yellow card for a professional foul. I should add that Natalie right now is kinda between dickheads, I mean boyfriends, so she would not have had to view any ensuing sexy stuff as a betrayal of trust. Interested as I was to see how George handled this current development, I really couldn’t drag my eyes off the other two. They had Jenna’s knickers off now and Steve was just ramming it in to her as she lay there gasping and panting on Jerry’s knee. For his part, Jerry was nuzzling her neck, whispering all sorts of heavy-duty dialog to her as he gave both tits a major work-out. Besides looking sexy, her bra, hanging loose off her shoulders was serving little purpose. If it was a race to see which girl was to be pumped full first, I would have said Wayne had the edge. Kylie’s legs were so spread, they had no need to even hold them. As it happened though, it was a photo- finish. Both men came in their partners almost simultaneously, leaving the girls limp, sticky and definitely wanting more, judging by the self-satisfied little smiles spreading across their faces. As for me, I was not cool. Had not Natalie been there I would have ensured I was next up, but as it was I figured one shock at a time was enough for her. Seeing her younger sisters being fucked right beside her was one thing, having her own father further inseminating them at close range may have done permanent damage. Exchanging words, Steve and Jerry swapped places, Jenna having no opportunity even to tug her panties up, not to mention doing something about her bra straps still hanging enticingly down her arms. Taking their lead, Kylie found herself being pulled astride Wayne suddenly as Warwick positioned himself right between her legs and already with his erection at the desired elevation. Wayne wasted no time in taking a hold of my daughter’s legs and spreading them indecently wide. Natalie just gasped at the unfolding spectacle. Seeing is believing, but I would say she was having a hard time with the reconciliation bit. George was holding her tightly to him now and being the owner of a considerable erection one would assume, Nat’s hot little bottom must have surely been privy to such knowledge. As both girls found themselves being penetrated to what appeared might be previously unknown depths, George began kissing Natalie just below her hairline, slightly towards her left shoulder. I saw her expression and heard her sigh softly. I’m sure I also detected the beginnings of a gentle moan. Certainly her whole demeanor was subtly changing from outright affront to one of ‘interest’ let’s say. George, ever alert to the slightest opportunity on offer, very gradually tightened his arms around Natalie and imperceptibly moved his left hand up towards her breast. I saw her flinch as he reached the hallowed ground, yet still kissing her neck enough obviously, to remain a major distraction. This time she did not hit the reject button nor push his hand away. She just lay back against his shoulder and allowed his hand to softly cup her there. As he began to manipulate her, I was all but needing a paramedic. To see this happening to Natalie of all people just blew my mind. Jerry was enjoying his work. Even as Jenna let Steve kiss her and maul her breasts and nipples every which way, she was wiggling her bottom on his lap and beginning now to rub herself directly over Jerry’s point of entry. The harder he thrust into her the better she was liking it. So hot was she making him, he simply grabbed her legs, put them over his shoulder and rode her into the home straight as she discontinued kissing Steve and simply lying there, completely out to everything but the sensations being afforded her young body. Steve’s sudden vocalised thoughts "Fuck the little cunt Jer," brought one major gasp from Natalie, it also pushed Jerry over the edge and he shunted Jenna full of sticky white fluid, much of which began leaking out between her legs straight away. All three of them just sat there breathing heavily. Warwick was treating Kylie slightly more demurely, taking his time and quite obviously enjoying the ride. Pumping her rhythmically he was fondling her breasts and treating her nipples to all sorts of naughty exercises. It was making her wriggle and pant. So absorbed was she in what was being done to her, she didn’t even notice her sister’s major concluding firework show. Crafty old George. As I glanced across to see how things were progressing alongside me I had to do a double... make that a triple take! I couldn’t see his right hand because it was no longer visible. At least eight inches by my reckoning, up beneath Natalie’s skirt and judging by her barely disguised little sighs, way up inside her knickers too. I was so pleased! Watching Kylie getting completely and utterly shafted, Natalie was beginning to move her own hips upwards, so it would appear, to meet George’s fingers as they made contact doubtless with her very swollen little clitoris. I could see her even pressing down mid center of her skirt adding to her own arousal. George was now fondling both her breasts with the one hand as he fingered her so discreetly. Her expression was one of glazed pleasure and I was just so glad it was George at the helm. I didn’t dare move or speak for fear of intruding on the moment and breaking the aura he had worked so hard to create. Even as Warwick jerked frantically like a man wired up to old sparky, as he unloaded in Kylie, Natalie shook and let out a couple of cute little "ohhhhs" as she quite obviously hit High C, courtesy of George’s manipulation of her hot little pussy. What I would have given right about then to slip my own fingers in with his. It wasn’t the time. Definitely a case right about then of "slowly does it!" How I envied his hands though as they surreptitiously relinquished their hold on her beautiful breasts, made all that more appealing by what looked suspiciously like the work of a new push-up. Not even forty five minutes into it and yet Steve’s party was already proving to be one volcanic little den of iniquity. I went over to Jenna, sitting up now on Steve’s lap, still breathing heavily. I retrieved her knickers from the foot of the chair and helped her pull them up, if for no other reason but to stop that constant trickle of hot cum from her pussy. Kylie eased herself off Wayne’s lap and began making herself decent too. A cursory glance up and down her legs showed she had much the same problem. "Just look after the three of them for me for a while would you George please?" I said to him, "Oh... and thanks." I shook his hand and he understood exactly what I meant by the gesture. I needed to find Larissa. Not exactly to save her from a fate worse than death... just about every girl there could have been expecting that much, but simply because I disliked hosting mental images of her in a similar position to that my two daughters had just been exposed to. My searching for Larissa was by necessity put on hold, having intruded upon a right active little scene taking place along the near wall, as one entered the dining area. Caitlin, Tanya and Chantelle (the elder) had been herded on to a couch there and were providing indescribably hot entertainment for a group of men. Chantelle and Tanya had the little blonde on her back, doing things to her your imagination would be hard pressed to come up with. Chantelle, clad herself in only a pair of matching light-green bra and panties, was in the process of relieving Caitlin of her frilly top as she steadily sucked the girl’s fully aroused nipples. Tanya was rather more involved making her gasp and wriggle having not only tugged her knickers down, she was now actively involved pushing the neck of a small soft-drink bottle well up into places the manufacturers had never intended. Being vocally encouraged by the small group of men, including amongst them Brad Archer, the girls had little Caitlin in a state of unrestrained sexual nirvana. This was but part of the equation however. Another guy I knew not, was kneeling right behind Chantelle and as she leaned over sucking the life out of Caitlin’s nipples, he had his hands up between her legs rubbing her flush on her pussy. A second man was groping the girl’s breasts inside her bra and kissing her along her bare back. Tanya being Tanya meanwhile, was ensuring that her hot little bum was not being overlooked and having slipped on the tightest pair of little panties she probably owned, was maintaining male interest by keeping it deliberately well-elevated as she serviced Caitlin’s arousingly spread slit. Brad figured he would take up the slack there and moving in, began to pull Tanya’s knickers down. She glanced around momentarily to see who it was stripping her, smiled, and returned to the job at hand. Her bum fully exposed, Brad parted her legs and took her from behind. Knowing Brad, having filled her pussy to overflowing, the little thirteen-year-old could look forward to somewhat further impersonal treatment in other neighboring receptacles. I figured she could take it too! Strangely unaffected arousal-wise by the group performance in front of me, I can only put this down to having my mind (and desire) on other things. I decided to move on. Having conducted a sweep of the ground floor Larissa was nowhere to be found. This wasn’t looking good. The main bedroom at least was empty, I should be so thankful for small mercies. Bedroom number two was occupied – fully! Young Brittany you may remember, the little dark-haired hottie whose dad couldn’t keep his hands off her, was lying right on the edge of the bed, her skirt crumpled up to her waist with her legs at an angle one could only describe as clinically unwise. Between them, a youngish looking man was kneeling, who having relieved the young girl of her skimpy little polka-dot undies, was having the time of his life exploring her entire genital area both orally and digitally... much to her vocalised pleasure I have to say. ‘Daddy’ was evidently no slouch in the molestation department either, kneeling alongside her on the bed, one hand down his daughter’s top busily extricating her tits as he kissed her with a fair old degree of passion. I would like to have stayed for the next act. What am I saying? I would like to have been the next act! That left the third bedroom. I should never have gone in! Before focusing even on the tableau in progress, I recognised the dress crumpled up on the floor. It had looked so much better on her. Closer to the bed, a pair of blue panties lay where `they had been either pulled down or tossed. I could have handled it maybe with one guy, but not three and I knew none of them. Her back to me, they had Larissa on her hands and knees center quilt. One of the men was kneeling in front of her proffering one ungodly sized erection which she appeared hesitant to take into her mouth. Steadying herself with one hand, the other was clutching the man’s cock as she tentatively licked it. Whilst evidently enjoying even that sensation, the man was encouraging her to be more daring saying "C’mon, suck me sweetheart." My heart sank. The man had predictably one hand up under her, groping her breasts inside her bra, the only item of clothing she still had on and that itself, unhooked or ripped at the back, was barely hanging by a strap. A second man kneeling beside her was also fondling her right breast while enjoying the sensation of feeling up her lower back and bottom which he was cupping now with obvious lust. "What a hot little cunt" he announced to the guy beside him. I have saved the worst till last. Immediately behind her the third member of Rapists Inc had his cock right deep in Larissa’s pussy and holding her tightly around the hips was beginning to seriously fuck her. Far from showing signs of resistance, Larissa was starting to moan with pleasure as well as deliberately raising her bottom higher. The man parted her legs even more and as he commenced driving it hard up into her she took the other man’s cock into her mouth and began sucking him for all she was worth. Even the man beginning then to push his finger up into her bum experimentally, brought no verbal objections from her. She simply wriggled sexily and sucked the man harder. "She is such a fucking little hottie," muttered her rearwards partner just a few seconds before he shot one king-size amount of cum, to judge by the time he was jerking about in her, right deep in her pussy. She had obviously performed an exemplary job on the guy in front too as I saw him grabbing her hair as he shot what he could in her mouth and the rest, so it looked, over her face. Larissa just knelt there, used and abused and making no attempt to get off the bed. I watched as the next guy got behind her and with no finesse but a whole heap of lust, just shoved his cock into her. The other two left him to it and I just stood by the doorway unable to move as I watched him fuck her even deeper. For the first time and I think now the last time, I heard her beg him to do it harder. The last straw was seeing him cum in her and then the sight of Larissa still on her knees, her bum as high as she could get it, cum running out of her everywhere... pleading and crying for one of them to fuck her again. As (bad) luck would have it, she turned around just as I was retreating. The expression on her face matched my own pain. To say she looked mortified would be an understatement. She climbed off the bed, trying to hook her bra back up, grabbed her knickers and dress, begging me to wait a moment. What was I waiting for? The Larissa that she wasn’t? the slut I had just watched fucked stupid and then begging for more? A dream I had imagined? or the one I just had shattered? "Goddamn, is that her father?" I heard one of them say. "Better wipe the cum off your face," was all I could think to say to her. She clung to me, tears pouring down her face. "I’m sorry, I’m so sorry," she kept saying, "They just got me so hot I lost control." "That you did Larissa," I replied, wondering why I wasn’t crying myself. I think I was too shocked or too angry. Maybe a little of both. Oddly I was thinking of George suddenly and how he must never know what just occurred. For some reason that bothered me more than my own disappointment – totally inapt word that this was under the circumstances. To be continued next week... (c) Peter_Panhttp://www.lulu.com/content/106537 *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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