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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Harper Valley: They shoot Hussies Don't They? by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com) *** This follows-on from "Harpers Bizarre" (below) "Partaking of the forbidden fruit" doesn't adequately describe the situation we were all finding ourselves in - more a case of participating sexual anarchy. Still, who's complaining? (MFf, ped, bi, 1st, orgy) *** Someone once said, "To brave new frontiers is to unlock the doorway to the unknown." Actually I'll be honest - no-one said that, but I figure it rather summarises the escalating state of play in our lives at this time. Following Kylie and Jenna's extreme misbehavior at Jerry's 'house of sin' a few weeks ago, news of which incidentally soon reached Natalie's pert little ears, courtesy of some bigmouth, we held an in-house media conference and determined to scale-back on things... at least temporarily. Even went as far as boycotting the next party set down for the following weekend. I think the men there that day observed a minute's silence in the master bedroom, in commemoration of their tragic loss. It wasn't to last! Laughter was still a way of life, as was one or both daughters' preference to spending time with their other siblings. Given the level of giggling prevalent at such closed-circuit gatherings, I always wondered whether Chris, the elder brother, had his suspicions. If he did, he never mentioned anything. I must confess to a deal of repressed (on my part at least) imagery as to "what might be," should circumstances address his seeming lack of awareness in that regard. That however is not the purpose of this episode. I do not wish to encourage hope amongst certain readers as to any imminent fraternal involvement here. If I am honest, I have to admit that something of a limited nature was to eventuate by sheer accident weeks later and such may be recalled at the appropriate time. It was also to spell the beginning of the end, so far as this extraordinary chapter of our lives is concerned. It was mid week following our party no-show, that majorly new developments came a-knocking. Ensconced in my den that evening, putting the finishing touches to some database-work for a client I was working on, the 'phone disturbed my reverie. "Is that Mr. Baker?" I didn't recognise the voice but owned up to the fact notwithstanding. "Look, my name is Graham Saville," he announced. "I'm Kylie and Jenna's English teacher." NOW he had my full attention. Besides, I knew him from the last parent- teacher night. "I see," I replied warily. "Is there a problem?" hoping to hell it wasn't what I thought it might be and simply some scholastic inconsistency instead. "No, not a problem as such," he went on, "This is extremely difficult for me actually," he muttered. I could understand that. It was difficult enough just guessing what might be coming. "To be honest Mr. Baker, I wanted to ask you about er... these weekend gatherings – you understand what I'm saying?" "Fact is Mr. Saville, no I have no idea what you're on about," I replied, wondering what it was going to cost to get a hit-man at this time of night and at such short notice. "Think you'd better explain just what the hell you mean. What weekend gatherings?" For all I knew, this could be an undercover Police sting. "You've got me all wrong," he was saying. "I know about them – I have a daughter at the same school. Its actually because of her I am calling you. The thing is – damn, this is hard... the thing is, I want to know how to maybe get invited? Still on red-alert, I asked him what he meant when he said "because of her?" "Well, Chloe is almost fourteen and in a grade below Jenna – but they play in the same junior netball team and well, obviously she knows what goes on." I just tossed in the odd "yeah?" and let him do the talking. "Like you," he continued," I'm a single parent – I have two girls and I guess I don't have to explain that its pretty damn easy to get "feelings" watching them grow up. I was tempted to say "Wait until you've fucked them a few times mate," but thought better of it. "Have you done anything, or thought of doing anything with her?" I asked rather pointedly. "God, there isn't much I haven't thought of," he replied. I knew that feeling! He was continuing. "Thing is, Chloe is at the hormonal stage and well, she's been giving-out all sorts of mixed signals. Teases me to distraction by draping herself all over me some nights. Wears really short skirts around the house. Sometimes she sits on chairs and things with her legs wider than they need be. I'm sure she knows I can see her panties. I have to buy her bras too of course – even taken her to be fitted once or twice and I just keep getting the impression she wants me to touch her sometimes... often, actually!" "Sounds like a normal teenage girl having the hots for her father," I told him. "No, its more than that," he insisted. "When I go up to her room to kiss her goodnight now, she invariably takes my hand and ends up holding it up close to, or actually against her breasts. Then she just looks at me with that "hot little girl" look. It's driving me crazy." "Well, what are you saying?" I asked him. "If you're that sure she wants to take it to the next stage, why not just kiss her and have yourself a little fondle... see what happens!" "I guess I'm just too damn scared to try anything." He replied. "Yeah? So if that's a problem – how do you propose getting her to go to some other social get-together... especially if as you say, she knows what goes on. Always assuming what she's told you is right my friend." "Well like I said Noel – may I call you Noel?" I grunted. "She knows Jenna well and more than likely Chloe would go to a place like that if your daughters were there." "Ok now here's a question for you Graham old son... OK if I call you that?" He acquiesced. "Isn't this just a wee bit risky from your perspective? The College's head English Teacher parading his under-age daughter at a house of let-us-say, allegedly ill-repute?" We're talking an instant-dismissal... never-to-be-re-hired type scenario here and that's after the twenty years or so in the slammer." "I don't figure its any worse for me than you guys," He replied. "One goes down we all go - right? I liked his style... and he hadn't even been yet! "Just what has your daughter told you?" I asked. "Well, just that the girls get to be undressed and then let some of the other fathers have a feel... stuff like that. Is that what happens? "Well I can't really tell you that much myself Graham to be honest," I was playing it safe. All I know is that the girls seem to have a good time – and usually the nibblies and the champagne are pretty damn good. It's just a big tease session really." I paused for a moment. "What makes you think Chloe would want to go Graham?" "Well when she was telling me about Jenna going there with her sister, and then something about several of the girls going off with other fathers on their own, I just got the impression she was keen to go herself for some reason. Can I ask you a personal question by the way?" "Sure, " I replied gamely. "Have your daughters ever done anything with other guys there? Have you let them?" "Done?" I said, "Are you meaning what I'm thinking you're meaning?" He was quick to counter any perceived insult taken. "Look, I wasn't intending anything offensive by that question. Please don't misinterpret me... I know Kylie and Jenna – they are lovely young girls. I just meant, have they kinda let things get a bit out of hand with anyone?" "Graham," I said, "There's a heap of kissing and cuddling goes on. Sometimes the odd pair of panties goes astray – just depends on your luck I guess." I laughed, as did he. He was silent for a few seconds. Five'll get you ten I could pretty much nominate the kind of images were powering through his frontal lobes... especially where Kylie and Jenna was concerned. "So you reckon you would be able to get us in at the next party?" He asked finally. "Well hey, I don't actually handle "bookings" Graham," I told him, "But I can give you the number of someone who can set you up. Just tell him you spoke with me and who you are." I didn't bother saying that by wanting to bring a willing sub-fourteen-year old girl he'd probably be in line for an immediate gold-pass, never mind a standard invite! Damn, my own imagination was running rampant. Things had been steadying down at home with the three girls, although I was still a regular visitor to one or other's bedroom whenever the three of them "got- together" and I don't mean to borrow each other's hairbrush – well not for use on their hair at least. Natalie especially seemed to be making up for lost time and was becoming very vocal, even in impolite company such as this, when outlining just what she would like done to her. I would be lying also, if I denied the rumors floating about the breakfast table some mornings, that Nat had been heard coming to my room late the previous night. I found it downright amusing that no-one ever seemed to hear me going to hers! And so it was, the inevitable call from Jer. "Connor's place, 10 am Saturday. We gonna see you there Noel?" "Is it really me you want to see Jer? Damn, that's touching." I said. "Well, your daughters are welcome too my friend," he joked. "Hey, will Natalie be coming with you?" he added impulsively. "I guess I can talk her into it," I replied. "Just to keep an eye on her younger sisters of course." "Oh, of course!" he joked. "By the way, I believe the girls' English teacher – Saville, is coming with his daughter. Least that's what he said. Michelle reckons he's really "dishy." "Yeah, Jenna said he's really cute too. Sounds to me Jer, like that English class could be somewhat of a major fantasy-exchange session. Now if only we could bring my old French teacher... as she was thirty odd years ago. Hell, was she a doll?" Connor's place was a little further out and sited on a pretty damn private battle-axe block at the far end of leafy cul-de-sac. My three had run the gamut of youthful-tease with near- matching skirts and tops, ribbons in their hair and cute little-girl shoes. God knows what was underneath! I had to concentrate on driving just to get there. They even smelled sexy. The odd few glances bestowed upon the rear-vision mirror revealed accident-inducing images of a row of three pairs of admittedly closed-up legs which only made it all the worse – just wondering! The real shock for the morning though was meeting Connor at the doorway and being introduced to his "partner" Sandy... a stunningly attractive little redhead in her mid-twenties (Connor himself was no more than thirty-two or three). Question is, where the hell had this hot little wench been during Connor's earlier 'performances?' Of greater interest though... what was the plan for her at this gathering... and with whom? The who's who of 'under-age molesters inc' appeared to be on-site. Warwick and Brianna were chatting with Brad and Louise. Sue and Tanya were engaged in meaningful conversation with Jerry, while Michelle, Chantelle, Caitlin, Steve and a couple more I didn't recognise, were exchanging pleasantries the far end of the room. Someone tapped me on the shoulder. "You must be Noel," said this vaguely familiar but admittedly good-looking guy - in his late thirties to judge by his physique. Jenna and Kylie were already shaking his hand and laughing between themselves. "This is Mr. Saville daddy," said Jenna animatedly. I could tell what she was thinking already. "You can both call me Graham here," he said, then noticing Nat, "and you're Natalie aren't you – I remember you from two years ago. Lovely to see you again." I guarantee he was wanting to see considerably more. Extending then his hand behind him, he drew into prominence the shock of the century. "And this is Chloe and Kirsten," he announced proudly. Momentarily no-one spoke. It wasn't so much Chloe, although she did look less than her thirteen years dressed as she was rather cutely in a colorful party dress. It was her stunningly pretty but tiny little sister who clung to her sibling and couldn't have been more than ten. Jenna and Kylie of course knew Chloe well and smiled at her. I just extended my hand to Kirsten and said "Pleased to meet you sweetie," wondering what else there was to say. Was he I was thinking, either completely debauched or entirely stupid bringing his little girl to a place like this. Or did he simply have no idea of what to expect? in which case I was wishing I had been more up- front with him. Worse still, something about Kirsten's cuteness and overpowering innocence was appealing to the worst aspects of my male psyche and thoughts and images were generating in my subconscious that had no right to exist. Jenna and Kylie both glanced at me and I could see they were thinking the same. Natalie I noticed was too distracted just looking at Graham himself. A welcome distraction came in the form of George and Larissa who had just entered the hallway themselves. I took my leave of the group and went across to them. Hugging Larissa first I shook George's hand. He left us almost immediately and headed off to my group. "How've you been sweetheart?" I said to her, "I've soo missed you." "Missed you too," she whispered, clinging to me hard. Perhaps I should quickly fill-in a few gaps in this soap. Larissa and I had developed what you might call an "understanding." I understood that I wanted her with me 24/7 not just sexually but as a full-time partner that under the circumstances was simply impossible. Age-difference, parental obligations and Larissa's schooling being three water-tight preventatives at the outset. Larissa on the other hand, understood that I was too old, too paternally obligated currently and as unrealistic a suitor as anything Aaron Spelling or Jackie Collins could come up with. Despite the fact I truly believe I would have had George's blessing – God love him, Larissa needed to be enjoying her youth and sexuality with younger men. For all that, I loved her until it hurt and I have no reason to doubt her words of requited endearment. It was a matter of playing this thing out – whatever the eventuality. The only concession I had made, specifically in my own mind, is that she should be free to enjoy herself at these parties with whomsoever she wished and to whatever extent she chose. It had been working well. We still had the occasional night out and I had even slept over her place a few times, sometimes with her father's involvement. At other times not. Arm in arm then, we returned to our group in the loungeroom. In my absence, George and Graham appeared to have commandeered a couple of lounges and chairs to form a neat little 'seat-a-thon' in the far corner of the room. Warwick too I noted, was introducing himself and Brianna to the small assembly. Seating myself alongside Graham, Natalie was keeping herself on-site right beside him while Jenna was standing pretty much in front of him leaning over slightly talking to Kirsten. Whether intentionally or not, she was presenting Graham with a most arousing view of her hot little bottom, an opportunity not missed, to judge by his clearly angled vision in that direction. George had taken up the seat on our right and was talking to Chloe. When Graham saw this he leant over and said, "Is he OK to be chatting to my daughter?" "None better," I told him. This is actually his daughter Larissa sitting on my lap." She smiled sweetly at him – much to Natalie's displeasure I felt. I figured it might be a tad inappropriate at that juncture to tell Graham that it had actually been George who had relieved Jenna of her virginity some months back with extreme patience if not gentlemanly persuasion. Across the way, Warwick had drawn Kylie down beside him and she was leaning across chatting to Brianna. He had an arm around both their waists. "Damn!" muttered Graham suddenly. I followed his gaze. Over in the opposite corner, young Louise Archer was instigating an early start to proceedings. Sitting on the lap of a well-dressed man in his early forties, she was allowing him to fondle her breasts avidly while she chatted to another girl her own age. Even as we watched, the guy slipped his hand up beneath her top and quite obviously was inching his way beneath her bra. Louise was wriggling about delightfully. "I see what you mean about the girls having fun Noel," Graham said wistfully, before returning his gaze to Jenna's curvy bottom that was poised not two feet from where we sat. "I hope you don't mind me saying this," he said turning to Natalie, "But you three girls are really very pretty." "You think?" she replied, teasing him. He tentatively reached out and took her hand, blushing as he did so. The look she gave him would have melted Ice Station Zebra. Larissa had now positioned her face where it was impossible to not want to kiss it and thus challenged, I pulled her to me and met those lightly glossed lips with my own, the effect of which was to set in motion some intense chemical reactions. George had effortlessly persuaded Chloe to hop up on his lap and although nothing untoward was in progress, I could sense Graham's tension as to his daughter's sudden vulnerability. Of course I reasoned, that's what he subconsciously wanted – else he would never have brought her. God knows what his plans for Kirsten had been though. Natalie broke the impasse. "If you want to touch my sister's bottom Mr. Saville, I don't mind. I know you probably want to – you've been staring at it long enough," she giggled. Without making any reply, and still holding Natalie's right hand with his left, he leaned forward and just placed his hand flush on Jenna's rear end. She gave a little yelp and turned her head. Seeing her teacher, she gave a wicked little smile and putting her hands on her hips leaned over even more displaying her curves to rare perfection. Another few centimetres and he would have been able to see a glimpse of her knickers. Graham allowed his hand to smooth over her bottom whilst Jenna made no attempt to stop him. I was well able to imagine the many thoughts that had inevitably run through his mind over the last year or so teaching her. Not to mention Kylie and the other girls. And here today, he found himself on the threshold as it were, of being able to satisfy so many of those fantasies. Inevitably, Chloe noticed her father's indecent dealings with her friend's rear end and just let out a shocked "Dad!!!" Graham retracted his hand sharply. Jenna turned round, most likely disappointed by the cessation of contact but still managed a hot little smile for him. Kirsten had seen nothing of her father's misbehavior and continued talking with Jenna. Across the way, Warwick was paying Kylie considerable more attention than his own daughter and though the conversational content was indistinct, his intentions weren't! Having draped his hand in Kylie's lap rather than around her waist, it was patently obvious he was exerting pressure in the center of her lap in no uncertain manner. His efforts were having a twin effect. Kylie was perceptibly wriggling about and her legs were decidedly wider than social etiquette might dictate. Not so much for the benefit of any third party viewing audience. just simply a natural reaction to being pressured in that general area. In between kissing Larissa and feeling her nestle up just as close and personal as she could get, I was aware of Graham's adjacent progress with Natalie. Obviously the burgeoning sexual activity in evidence around the room was conspiring to bolster his confidence. Not only had he begun to kiss Nat a few times, he was beginning to pull her to him and for her part I have to say she was putting up precious little resistance. It was clear she rather liked his company... and bedside manner! "May I kiss your daughter Graham?" George enquired unexpectedly. Trust him to be observing social niceties at this late juncture. Gentlemen don't come equipped with any better etiquette. Graham was forced to disentangle his lips from Natalie's to answer. "Oh, yes, I guess so," he replied. "So long as its OK with Chloe." From the looks of the young girl right then, lying contentedly in George's arms and looking up at him expectantly, one could only assess the situation as having a green light. Graham had in any event, returned to his former preoccupation – exchanging saliva samples with my eldest daughter, who was teasing him unmercifully by leaning forward and thus yielding up the most arousing of views directly down her cleavage. As George pulled little Chloe to him, giving her the lightest of kisses, I noticed Kirsten break-off from talking with Jenna and tugging at her sister's hem, express her not inconsiderable shock at seeing her kissing the much older man, as she gushed, Chloe!!" It's alright Kirsten," said George soothingly, whilst still lightly kissing his young partner, "I won't hurt her, you have my word." Something in his tone struck a cord with the little girl and she turned her attentions back to Jenna. "Make me hot," Larissa whispered to me under her breath and smiling up at me like the little tease she can be. With her wonderfully outlined breasts right there, this really was no problem. "How hot do you want me to get you sweetie?" I replied. "This hot?" So saying, I placed my right hand beneath her right breast and began fondling her softly. The effect was instantaneous – her eyes glazing over and her expression one of pleading. I knew too what chemical reactions were being set in motion up between her legs. Her eyes were the ready blueprint! Seeing my positively indecent treatment of the girl on my lap, Graham obviously felt it was a matter here of keeping up with the Joneses... I'd say he was encouraged, if not fully chuffed, to find his first few gropes of Natalie's breasts, meet with both wriggles of pleasure and a few soft gasps of girlish arousal. I was so glad we came! As a result of our localised group activities and Jenna's bottom which was most pleasantly obscuring much of the activities the far side, I only had the occasional opportunity to see the odd flash of any action being transacted on the other lounge. One such glance however provided an all-encompassing image. Brad Archer had materialised from somewhere and was kneeling between Brianna's knees, his head inclined well up between her legs performing some obviously effective service-call on or beneath her knickers. Kylie was now straddling Warwick and besides kissing her, he was manipulating her well up under her dress to judge by her shifting bottom and outpouring of hot giggles. Even Chloe appeared to be a willing learner as George's hand had slipped further down from her waist and was beginning to rub her young bottom slowly as he kissed her steadily. This activity alone had caused her dress to gather up slightly and the merest hint of her pretty little red knickers was noticeable. As many would agree, unintentional views such as this are actually more arousing than a deliberate strip-tease. It's all in the promise that such sights provide. Obvious also were her delightfully prominent little breasts as she arched her back to receive his kisses. I saw him place his hand experimentally on one of her little mounds and heard her gasp – but not reject, his forward actions. I glanced at Graham, but he was far too involved in cupping Natalie's breasts beneath her bra now and slipping his hand down her back to even notice his own daughter's predicament. "I used to think about doing this to you at school Natalie," I heard Graham whisper to her between increased respiratory rates. "And how many other girls?" she giggled... "my sisters too I bet!" She straddled him now and it was all I could do to not reach out and grope her myself. Mind you, I had more than enough curves astride my own lap to take care off. I reached around and began pulling Larissa's zip down. She let out a tiny cry of fake shock as the zip worked its way to her lower back, exposing her bra of course to most anyone else who happened to be looking that way. Kirsten unfortunately was one such observer. "Oh Gosh," she said, staring as Larissa's back and shoulders were revealed. This was nothing though to her reaction when she saw George softly groping her sister's little breasts. She jumped up and began tugging her sibling's arm. "Noooo Chloe," she cried out. Not that this achieved much, Graham's eldest daughter was rather enjoying her sex-ed for the afternoon it seemed, and simply jerked her arm free. Now if anyone was qualified to settle things down, it was Jenna. Squatting on the carpet, she pulled Kirsten down too and took her under her wing. Right that moment, Brad who was taking in some much needed air after his gynecological work-out between Brianna's legs, called out, "Kiss her Jenna." Shocked she may have been, but remembering Jenna has now an impressive track-record of same-sex frenetics in her own bedroom, and presumably also is a willing adherent of so satisfying a past-time, it was easy to understand how she just lifted Kirsten's head and kissed her lightly on the lips. I almost lost my entire stock of ready-semen watching, as I'm sure did Brad, George and Warwick, who was peering interestedly around Kylie's naked back. I think though he had plans of losing his semen somewhere else. "That's it sweetheart, kiss her harder." muttered Brad, pretty sure he was on to a winner here. Not too sure at what stage a young girl decides whether or not she likes other females but in Kirsten's case, ten or so must have been sufficient a passage of time. That she was responding was beyond question, not only allowing Jenna to kiss her but giving as good as she was getting. George, who had the best view of all of us, was proving no slouch in the under-age department either. He had little Chloe completely a-flutter, her dress tugged up to reveal those enticing little red knickers in all their glory, as with one hand he was gently rubbing the front of them, eliciting sighs and wriggles from their young owner. Quite obviously, what she had wanted from her father was being handed her by a stranger. With Larissa down now to just her own bra and knickers, it was a case of "Let the games begin." In Graham's case, they already had I noticed. Oblivious to his own daughters' learning progress, he had managed to extricate Natalie's panties, unhook her bra and judging by his hands around her bottom, had something majorly satisfying up between her legs and well inside her. He did momentarily glance across at George and appeared if not well-pleased with his daughter's state of undress and vulnerability, then certainly accepting! As for Kylie, in much the same predicament as her elder sister, she was quite obviously being fucked into submission by Warwick. If I didn't know better, I would say that Brianna was behaving demonstrably badly by fondling her friend's breasts and nipples right in front of Warwicks' stupefied face. It left me no choice, I had my erection free of its confinement and sliding indelicately up towards Larissa's cervix at an indecently high rate of knots. Her moans were on a par with Natalie's and quite honestly, having my daughter fucked right beside me, merely served to spice up proceedings. I think all of us were feeding off the shared sexual energy at that moment. Chloe just didn't seem to care what George was doing to her. Rubbing her breasts, pulling them out, small and tender as they were. Kissing her passionately. No rebuff even as he slipped a hand inside her panties and began obviously to caress her most intimately. Between kissing Larissa myself, I noticed that Chloe was even spreading her legs to give him better access. Graham was the first to make good on his local delivery round, observing anything but a low profile as he came big-time in Natalie. She just clutched him tightly as he shot it deep in her. Larissa followed suit less than thirty seconds later. Talk about peer equality! What this did achieve of course is to free-up some quality voyeur time for all of us. Kylie had still a couple of minutes before she could claim her first 'satisfied partner' of the afternoon. So hot did George have Chloe, she was unaware that her father was watching now as George finally began pulling her panties right down. Graham, it must be said, was open-mouthed if not catatonic by the sight of his daughter's physical arousal and semi-stripped condition. Both breasts completely free of her top, her nipples were still at the slightly puffy stage yet providing evidently the most pleasing of contact for George's free hand. Her superbly rounded little bottom was unveiled in all its youthful beauty as her panties finally slid off on to the floor. Speaking of the floor, not three feet from those crumpled-up little red knickers, another scene-stealing performance was being enacted. Whispering between themselves softly, such that none of us could hear details, Jenna had, it appeared guided the smaller girl's hand to her own breasts and Kirsten now, even as she kissed Jenna, was quite definitely feeling her up in that general area. I watched entranced as Jenna reacted sexily to the other girl fondling her as she wriggled, leaning forward to provide if nothing else, a clear view down her cleavage. Whether or not Kirsten had any breasts herself was not yet obvious. I was hoping Jenna would soon address that contemplation. "Hey Guys, " Brad interrupted everyone's reverie. "What say we all take the young ladies upstairs for a little privacy before lunch. Just the twelve of us?" Assuming of course the host is amenable." Just once in a while, Brad comes up with something remarkably intelligent. "The hosts are most definitely amenable Mr. Archer." Came the reply from left field. Both Connor and Sandy had wandered fortuitously our way it seemed. "On condition that both may er, join the party as it were?" Fourteen people accordingly headed for the stairs, having to wend their way past numerous entwined twosomes and threesomes. I couldn't help but think what a jaw-dropping learning-curve this must surely be for Graham's youngsters. Michelle was buried beneath a cluster of male admirers, one of which was doing his very best to get her pregnant from the rear as she gasped out her quite obvious pleasure at his craftsmanship. An older man had a hold of both her breasts and was doing his utmost to kick-start some sort of milk flow. Either that or he was formerly a farmer falling back on some nostalgic barnyard activity. Little Tanya I noted, was seated on her mom's lap while Susie held her daughter's knickers to one side to allow a third girl access with her tongue. I would have liked to stay for that one. Connor's main bedroom was exactly what we needed. One King-size bed and more than enough room for the most ardent of voyeuristic participants. By general consensus, Jenna and Kirsten were coerced to climb up on to the bed-quilt and to continue their mutual exploratory. Kirsten looked back at her father apprehensively but he just nodded his acquiescence as he hugged Chloe to him. The thirteen-year old like the other four girls, had pulled her panties back on downstairs and might be considered now to be dressed 'decently' once again. It may have been a trick of the light or simply fanciful imagination on my part, but as she turned to smile up at her dad, I would swear she was pushing her shapely little rear-end hard up against Graham's crotch. Brianna had drifted over to my side and was holding my hand whilst George had retrieved Kylie from Warwick's possession (I was pleased to see) Brad and Warwick each had an arm around Larissa now – Brad's slung indecently low I noticed. Natalie was across the far side being jointly shepherded towards a rather large high-back chair by the hosts themselves. Connor had a hold of her hand and Sandy taking up the rear. I noticed her tossing several admiring glances at Connor which had me wondering. "C'mon girls," called out Warwick to Jenna and Kirsten. "Kiss each other again." Just watching Jenna as she took the other girl's hands before pulling her to her and kissing her softly was enough to raise the most flaccid phallus on site – not that I believe there was any such under-performing piece of equipment there that morning. As Kirsten once more began to softly rub Jenna's breasts, aroused male members of the audience began to openly grope the girl they were with. Sighs turning into moans and fanning outwards like a Mexican wave. With Brianna's young breasts thrust out directly before me, her cleavage too much to ignore, I just dropped both hands down inside her bra and began kneading her nipples. George favored the southern approach and raising his hands slowly from Kylie's waist, cupped her breasts whilst he nuzzled her neck. She swayed back against him and covered his hands with her own. Goddamn, was that hot! Chloe was finally getting her wish as her father tentatively slipped his hands down the front of her dress and was transported with pleasure, feeling I have every reason to believe, his daughters little breasts and nipples for the first time. The far side of the room played host to a scene to rival in heat, that being played out center quilt. Having gotten Natalie seated in the chair, Connor had his hand well down inside her bra fondling its soft contents, while Sandy no less, was whispering something to my daughter as she slipped her hand inside Nat's right cup and was quite obviously squeezing her breast firmly. Natalie though looking a little shocked, was shifting about in her seat with the pleasurably indecent attention she was receiving. "Take each others tops off girls," said Brad, a tad hoarsely. He appeared to be having trouble keeping his hands away from his crotch. Every man present had a similar problem seconds later as Jenna knelt there hands over her head as Kirsten peeled her cotton top off, leaving her just in skirt, knickers and bra... a hot little black push-up too. Jenna then returned the favor, slipping the girl's t-shirt off. I heard several gasps. I think one was my own! Cute as all hell, Kirsten had but the slightest of swellings in evidence across her chest, each bearing the most arousing of puffy nipples that overshadowed all else. Understandably embarrassed, she covered herself with her arms. "Take Jenna's bra off sweetheart," said Connor, his hands and that of his partner both inside the same bra cup beneath Natalie's top now. Smiling hesitantly, little Kirsten lowered her arms and reaching around behind Jenna, began unhooking the tiny clasp. This of course, brought her delicate little chest up level with Jenna's face and even before Brad had finished saying "Suck her Jenna," my daughter had gently latched on to Kirsten's left nipple with her mouth and was softly sucking the young girl. Quite honestly, the hottest thing I had ever seen, I just whispered to Brianna, "take your panties off sweetie," as I continued fondling her. She wriggled out of her knickers in seconds. Graham didn't even have to ask his daughter. Chloe just tugged hers down and kicked them off. As Graham's hands eased down past her hips and up beneath her dress I was mesmerised by the sight. The little girl gasped in both anticipation and extreme sexual arousal as his fingers quite obviously found what they sought up there at the apex of her slim legs. Never again would those two be bored nights! Things with Kylie were something less than stagnating I have to say. George had her on all fours, her skirt up around her hips, her panties tossed in the far corner of the room. It didn't matter, I don't believe she was going to be needing them for a while. With his cock as far up her fully distended pussy as he could get it, he was, if not raping her, fucking her to the edge of sanity. With Jenna's bra off now, Kirsten had lowered her lips to my daughter's nipples and was discovering just what she had to look forward to herself in a few years as she probed first one side then the other, sucking them with a passion it seemed. Whatever she was doing, it had Jenna gasping and pushing her breasts hard into the little girl's mouth. In her state of near total arousal, I saw Jenna slipping her hands up inside Kirsten's little skirt and to judge by the youngster's reaction – she was rubbing her softly in a mutually satisfying area. Taking George's lead, I had Brianna get down on all fours too as I pushed her skirt as high as I could get it. Even before I had the chance to slip my erection up between those hot little girlish cheeks, Brianna was virtually begging "Fuck me Mr. Baker, pleeease... fuck me really hard." I did just that! Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as Graham brought his daughter off. Hesitant understandably to deflower her then and there, it was certainly the next best thing to see her crying out "Ohhhhhhh ohhhh dad!" as she clutched at her pussy as the orgasm ran out its full course. Brad and Warwick meanwhile had dragged Larissa to a nearby chair. Sitting on Brad's lap as Warwick tugged her knickers down, she was more than happy to let Brad expose both breasts and begin pulling both her nipples as he kissed her neck and shoulders. "Fuck, lets get her completely naked," I heard Warwick mutter. It was the work of maybe thirty seconds tops! Lying there fully nude, she was a sight! Warwick thought so too and with Brad holding her legs apart, he had no problem forcing his way into her where he began to fuck her silly. I had enough things to attend to over my side. Kylie meanwhile could get her little butt no higher and was simply out of it, crying-out in wanton lust as George shot what appeared to be a creditable load of cum well up inside her. As yet unstated, she even reached up beneath her own legs and began masturbating with such intent she triggered her own massive orgasm whilst George looked on stunned. I had Brianna hot, full and smiling within minutes and then like Kylie she just knelt there still caressing her own pussy as she came back to earth. Getting to my feet I had cause to doubt my own eyes. Natalie was still dressed, although both breasts were exposed – but that's where the innocence ended. Both feet raised up on the arms of the chair, impossibly wide apart and held there beneath the knees by Sandy who was leaning across the top of her, they had somehow gotten Nat to hold her own knickers to one side as Connor was just fucking her front-on. Reduced to little more than grunts as he pistoned-in to her the rest of us (including Jenna) watched dry-mouthed as he worked out his lust, finally coming so hard in her gaping wet slit that torrents ran out of her as he withdrew. Natalie just sat there in stunned silence afterwards - completely spread still, her hands clutching her pussy through her closed-up knickers in conciliatory anguish no doubt. Center-stage it seemed to me Jenna and Kirsten were paying minimal attention to that which was being transacted in their midst. So taken-up were they in exploring their partner's bodies, the orgasmic couplings in progress all around them had deflected none of their focus. Both topless now, Kirsten had her little hand well up between Jenna's legs (they both, only had their skirt and knickers left on) and appeared to be returning the frictionalised favors of which she had undoubtedly been a willing recipient. I could not say with any accuracy whether in fact either had been taken to an orgasm. My hunch was that this was unlikely. Kirsten would not have had the experience to know what wondrous excitement awaited her and Jenna simply didn't look like she had been there yet. For all that though both were gasping with pleasure and spreading their legs to accommodate the other's digital explorations. "OK girls," called out Brad. "Get those hot little panties off and lets get this rolling shall we?" Jenna slipped hers straight off and with her crumpled skirt now her sole item of modesty, the occasional glimpse of dark curly hair up between her legs was infinitely hotter than had she been naked. Kirsten was at first reluctant to part with her 'little-girl' briefs' cute little polka-dots... but Jenna managed to persuade her to pull them down eventually. Perhaps the fact that most of the other girls in the room were without theirs, helped. Now, things were warming up! To see these two topless young girls actively fondling each others' pussies whilst kissing, was about as hot as things get. The more confident Kirsten became, the wider she spread her legs and the more Jenna was able to do to her. At the point Jenna was able to actually get her finger up inside the little girl's pussy, Graham was staring hard and fondling his other daughter like a professional, fingering her at will now – much to her vocalised pleasure. At the point the girls were comfortable enough to get their skirts off and play there on the bed naked, I think the audience was close to certifiable. I found myself with my beautiful Kylie who I kissed and held tight to me, loving her as always I will. Graham 'inherited' Brianna and definitely needed no sex-manual from that point on. George made a point of taking over Natalie's well-being. Hot little Chloe became Brad's handmaiden while Larissa was passed to Connor for safekeeping. Warwick hit the jackpot and found himself with a hot'n sexy twenty-six year old. I think he was going to need help if I was any judge of that particular girl. There was something dynamically arousing in watching the antics of the two girls. It wasn't just their mouths – sucking all the right things. Their incredibly arousing breasts, one's developed – one's anything but. Not even their hands as they explored each other's bodies – though that might be construed as having died and gone to heaven. No, I'll tell you what was just so damned erotic! Jenna crawling around the bed with that wonderful little "V" of tight brown curls between her legs and Kirsten, sitting there with her knees apart showing all of us her smooth and hairless pussy as it still was. As someone called out. "Wasn't long since you looked like that Jenna." She had blushed and giggled. It had made me think back to all those years bathing them when they had been little girls. How hot had they all looked then? and never once had I even thought about it! Holding Kylie to me I let my gaze drop to her breasts and still erect nipples – Oh, but God... how hot do they all look now??? "You can always have her look like that again you know?" It was Sandy. For a moment, I didn't catch her drift. "Are you meaning what I think you're meaning Sandy?" asked Connor. "Yeah... we could always shave her," Sandy replied. "Damn straight!" muttered Brad... "Let's do it!" "Noooooooo way," cried out Jenna, hugging herself. She looked across at me in desperation. I was undoubtedly in shock. Thoughts and images crowding out my logic circuits. "Go on dad, do it to her," giggled Kylie. I didn't exactly give permission, I merely looked across at Sandy, who caught my thoughts obviously and headed straight for the bathroom. "Dad!!" yelled Jenna, "You're not going to let them do it are you?" "Just a bit of fun sweetie," I replied. "Come on, you'll love it." "No dad! that's just disgusting." she cried. "How embarrassing would that be?" "We'll find out Jen," I replied grinning, as Sandy returned with shaving cream, razor and a few face- washers. "Noooo, pleeaaaase," she whimpered uselessly as Brad and Connor took a hold of her arms and Graham and Warwick her legs. I was so hard at this juncture it was a distinct worry. "Hold her really wide guys," said Sandy, as they manouevered her bottom on to a thick towel. Held there, spread thus so indecently – her slit completely exposed for everyone's viewing pleasure, I can understand why she was struggling and blushing furiously. Her breasts were jiggling with emotion as she stared down between her legs. Sandy sprinkled a liberal amount of water over her neat little patch and then began lathering up the shaving cream over the entire area. Jenna was still crying "Nooooo, please stop," even as they held her. "Now sweetheart don't struggle, I don't want to cut you," said Sandy, moving in with the razor. Just so arousing was it watching this operation, most of the girls were openly masturbating. "Gosh dad, that's making me so hot," said Kylie - a finger or two well up inside herself already. Sensibly Jenna held still and its my belief that before she was even half-way shaved, she was as aroused by her spread and vulnerable position as everyone else. Especially knowing what it was doing to the audience. Sandy was very efficient and as the hairline receded – eventually right up to those wonderfully wet and obviously engorged labia, Jenna, though still flushed, was looking-on with renewed interest. As the last traces of hair disappeared, Sandy cleaned up with a warm face-washer and produced a small container of talcum powder. "Who wants to put some powder on her?" she said. I almost orgasmed. As it happened, we all got to shake a little on her – even really treated ourselves and having flipped her over, shook some over her hot little bum and patted it in. After all babies don't come any cuter do they? Turning her back over we did her breasts as well – nothing so erotic as the smell of talc down the front of a girl. After that, we just stared. In all honesty I couldn't begin to tell you how incredibly arousing that little pussy looked. Being the young age she is coupled with that now, smooth-as-silk little mound, she was ten again! There could not have been a man in that room, myself included, would have had thoughts of anything but taking her to bed and fucking her for hours in every known position – and then some! "Well lets not forget young Kirsten," said Connor, easing her back up beside Jenna. "C'mon sweetheart, spread those legs and lets make you smell nice too." With that, he shook a small quantity over her soft and inviting little pussy which he proceeded to pat with considerable vigor. The little girl gasped and looked across at her dad who as it happened, was more than occupied with the semi-exposed contents of Brianna's skimpy bra. He caught his youngest daughter's glance however and smiled back at her. "Let's not forget her tits guys," said Warwick motioning to Connor who then obligingly shook a small quantity of powder across Kirsten's hot little nipples, leaving Sandy herself to lightly pat under and around the girl's breasts. Definitely a situation calling-out for a woman's touch! So much more was to come to pass that day I simply have to draw the line somewhere. This is as good a place as any I imagine. I have after all subjected you all to an extremely long recollection here for which I apologise. Jenna has also left it to the last-minute Sunday night (as usual) to mention five minutes ago, that she needs major help in compiling an Ancient History assignment due tomorrow. So much for a relaxing night. She'll be paying... dearly! © Peter_Pan 2005 http://www.lulu.com/content/106537 Published autobiography at: http://www.lulu.com/content/74426 *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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