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(MFf, ped, inc, nc, rp) *** Check out Directory 39 for the rest of the story. *** When Shelley sauntered back to her parents' bedroom, Tracey was still fixing some coffees to go downstairs, not that Ian's mind was dwelling specifically on the benefits of caffeine, as he observed the sexy little teen's return to the family den of iniquity. "Whoa, now that's what I'm talking about," whistled Greg, staring at his daughter's newly attired make- over. She really had gone in for the kill. Standing there in the doorway, resplendent in that hot little chequered skirt some three sizes too small to judge by the hemline, plain white blouse and tie with her pretty little cross-over school shoes – the ultimate male fantasy. Johnny Tillotson so had it right in 1961 when he sang his way to the top of the charts with "Poetry In Motion" As if this wasn't enough to bring on an early release, Shelley had gone the full pigtail route as well as adding the lightest application of both mascara and lip-gloss. Billy Graham himself, would have been praying for salvation, in the face of such aggregated temptation. "You like daddy?' she giggled, giving Ian a cheesy smile concurrently. Both men felt their nether regions gearing-up for rather more than a game of Twister. Right then, Tracey returned and seeing her child's Lolitaesque pose in the doorway, smiled at her, "Doesn't look like your daughter is planning on an early night Greg," she muttered, looking across at her husband. Whilst the adults perched on the edge of the bed sipping their coffee, Shelley sat in the chair opposite with her soft-drink, fully aware that the men could see up to her hot little panties, a hemline that short being completely out of its league so far as the modesty stakes are concerned. A couple of times she tried tugging the skirt down subconsciously but this merely induced her father to comment. "Don't mind us sweetheart, view's perfect as it is!" Tracey herself was something more than 'appealing' too, sitting there between the men and with her full breasts patently obvious beneath that low cut dress. Whilst out of the room, she also had taken the opportunity to brush her hair, dab on some perfume and slip into some clean, sexy little red undies. John C Holmes never had it so good! "Come on Shell," spread those legs a bit for us," Her father grinned, "Stop teasing Ian and let him see your knickers properly!" Maintaining eye contact with both of them, the young girl parted her legs slowly and to Ian's ever- increasing pleasure, drew both hands up along the inside of her thighs, smiling lasciviously as she did so, continuing across the front of her panties and upwards until her palms caressed the apex of her small breasts momentarily. It was the hottest come-on Ian had yet witnessed, even though his thoughts were irrevocably focused now on his own little girl and how hot she would look enacting a similar performance. A flush of white-hot desire curdled his thought-processes for an instant. Watching his daughter's seductive little turn, Greg's own body thermostat went into melt-down and almost as if seeking tactile support, his right hand began inching it's way up beneath his wife's dress, the combination of smooth, hot skin and indecent sexual groping – clearly visible to both his young daughter and a virtual stranger, simply added fuel to the furnace. "Feel free to join-in Ian?" he whispered, seeing the other man looking on wistfully, the far side of his wife. Tracey just sat and gasped as two hands now worked their way up her inner thighs. As the dress' hemline was pushed northwards, the first tiny ribbon of red cotton was exposed and she could but stare between her legs as the men pursued their digital journey. On reaching the front of her panties, two sets of fingers began to caress Tracey's pussy through the skimpy material. Already she was finding breathing an erratic proposition. Sighs and gasps turned to soft moans however as both men slipped their fingers beneath the leg of her panties and journeyed that last few inches to her vaginal lips, trembling with anticipation as they were. "Oooh," she let out as Ian's finger slipped deeply inside her. She had less than no control now and at the point her husband slipped his forefinger into the same hot orifice, her hips were already answering the call of nature. The scene from Shelley's viewpoint was one of dire sexual arousal and despite the men's on-going glances up her skirt, she had no compunction but to slip a finger inside her own panties and begin rubbing herself to the Promised Land, legs still indecently wide. "That's it sweetheart," encouraged her father, "Masturbate for us Shell - frig your sexy little pussy, while we get your mom off. Matter-of-fact. Let's see which of you two girls can get over the line first." Poor old Ian didn't know where to look – at his hand up this sexy woman's dress or at the young girl teasing his sanity with her hand inside her school panties masturbating herself to nirvana. Not every day one can get to see a hot little teenie sitting there with her legs spread, fingering her pussy to the edge of physical release. Tracey not surprisingly was losing it too. To have two men fingering her wet slit like crazy was sensory overload – least it was at the moment both began cupping and fondling her breasts concurrently. She let the waves of pleasure wash over her, caring but little as they pushed her back on to the covers now tugging her dress right up to her hips while roughly pulling both breasts free of her top. "Pull her panties down Ian," Greg instructed. He didn't need to repeat himself let's say. Watching the quilt-top activities simply led Shelley into fields of fire and consistent with the build-up taking place between her own legs she let go with moans and cries of extreme pleasure. From the men's viewpoint – watching the girl in the throes of self-induced passion and with the now fully unhinged need of the wriggling and moaning female between them on the bed, their own erections were seething, yet captive rods, needing to be unzippered and quickly! In the upshot, it would be hard to say who took line honors! Tracey was sent over the edge by the mounting pleasures being afforded both her clitoral area and her nipples. Squirming uncontrollably she just raised her arms over her head and let the two men grope her to the finish line. Pretty much at the exact moment that her mom's orgasm began radiating outwards in concentric circles, Shelley was unable to stifle her own cries of pleasure as her finality was reached. So intense was the schoolgirl's release, she actually squirted a quantity of hot cum, several inches above her panties and that glistening young slit. "Jesus – did you see that?" Ian asked of no-one in particular, his hand press-ganged into a more personal servitude currently. Tracey being just too far gone and too sensitive anyway, to bear touch of any sort for a while. "I saw it Ian," Greg replied, idly wanking himself still, "don't believe it – but I definitely saw it. Dammit, where's a cam-corder when you need one?" Ian was past the social nicety stage. "Greg," he whispered, "That sexy little daughter of yours is really asking for it... would you mind if I fuck her, like really fuck her?" Greg looked at him and smiled, "Whatever you like ol' buddy... just so long as you return the favor one day." Ian knew exactly what he meant. They shook hands briefly. "W-what are you doing?" Shelley asked nervously as Ian approached her chair somewhat intentfully – his erection held at the horizontal and at virtually point- blank alignment with her still exposed vaginal lips. As a naturally protective reflex, the young girl closed up her legs. "I'm going to fuck that hot little pussy of yours six ways from Sunday sweetheart," he replied, smiling fitfully, "Got your daddy's permission too," He added almost triumphantly. Tracey sat up just in time to see her daughter unceremoniously dragged out of the chair and shoved on to the floor. As Ian forced her legs apart, ripping her panties down at the same time, Shelley began pushing at him with her arms. "Noo, let me go," she wailed as he tried pushing her skirt up further. When that met with unexpected resistance, he grabbed her breasts and began fondling them with renewed vigor. Forcing his knee well up between her knees, Ian was able to spreadeagle her on the carpet, imposing his will by sheer age to weight ratio. Still she clawed at him while crying out for assistance in true maiden-in-distress mode. "C'mon kiddo," grinned her father, completely turned-on by the evolving scenario the near side of the room. "Take your medicine like a good little girl. You can't go round frigging that hot little pussy of yours in a guy's face and not expect some sort of retribution." The fact is, seeing his daughter being restrained and forcibly taken right in front of him, was the fantasy to end all fantasies. Tracey too was finding it hard not to pleasure herself as she watched the erotically charged scene play out. Ian was beyond seventh heaven. Imposing himself now on the vulnerable little teenager, he managed to get his cock in between those pink vaginal lips as she struggled there on her back, crying out to her parents, "He's going to rape me dad!" In the next moment he thrust up into her with his entire body-weight as his helpless victim gasped and wriggled to accommodate the inbound enforcer. Rubbing her breasts so hard she began wincing, he was able to sense her struggles lessening, in line with her legs spreading perceptibly. Watching his daughter's sexy capitulation was more than he could take and pulling Tracey closer, he told her to get on top of him. He had no need to repeat the instruction. Even as his wife lowered her pulsatingly hot and submissive little orifice on to his almost eight inches of needful penile tissue, he could see Shelley's young hips beginning to thrust upward in unforced pleasure to accommodate the deepening penetration of his friend's tenderiser. Any way you cut it – watching an adult male's cock disappearing inside a fourteen-year old girl's pussy, let alone it being one that belongs to your daughter – is inarguably, grounds for a temporary insanity plea. Gasping for breath himself, Greg was still able to vocalise his thoughts lucidly. "That's it Ian – fuck her little cunt harder, make her scream!" This last remark it must be said, caused even Tracey to gasp at its sordid if not carnally reprehensible meaning. It didn't negate her own lustful appreciation of the family moment however. Line-ball as to whether she actually screamed or not, but at the exact point Ian spurted sufficient cum inside the now fully submissive teen, to impregnate half the female population of New Jersey, she was spewing forth epithets of sexual pleasure with as high a decibel rating as the human voice can achieve. Simply lying there, arms and legs akimbo, letting Ian pump whatever remnants of sticky mischief he had left up inside her, she was hardly mouthing the word "rape" any more. Her demeanor was closer to that of a newly come-by slut who just happens to intrude upon a rapist's convention in her local church hall. "That was incredible Shelley," Ian murmured, withdrawing his limp and spent artifact, kneeling beside her now. "You are the hottest girl, you really are!" In truth, he was already visualising his nine year-old daughter in equally as lewd a pose, and such expression as she might have following similar treatment. More relevant still, the implication of Greg's recent words "Just so long as you return the favor one day." Such images would dog him from this point on he knew. No way he realised, would he be able to wait until she was fourteen... ten, was bad enough!" In the intervening moments, Greg had taken Tracey to heaven and back, both spurred on by the awesome sight of their daughter's debauched handling but a couple of metres distant. Something less than noiseless themselves at the critical moment, their pleasured overtones had been drowned-out by the consummated and fully illicit dealings nearby. "God dad," she managed to whimper, sitting up now and pulling her skirt down in a mock show of modesty, "I am soo sore," she giggled, patting herself protectively between her legs. "Getting there myself," Tracey smiled at her daughter, "What say us two girls go freshen up a bit and leave the men to their own devices for a while?' She tugged her own dress back down as she spoke, both then scooping their panties off the floor before disappearing into the bathroom. "Don't know about you old man, but I need a rest," said Ian, dragging himself over to an unoccupied chair. "What do you feed her? She's an animal." "You might not believe this," Greg volunteered, "But less than two months back, Shell had never so much as even let us see her in her panties and bra after a shower. She was really shy!" "Yeah well that is hard to believe Greg," he grinned – cupping his crotch loosely as he spoke. After a brief pause he continued, "Problem is now... I can't even look at young Lucy without seeing her lying on the bed with her legs spread and her mom's fingers up her pussy, if not other things." "She's what now Ian..ten?' Greg enquired. "Nah, she's still only nine... doesn't turn ten until March." "Bit on the young side," Greg remarked, "She doesn't even have any tits yet does she?' "Not really," Ian confessed, "But that's the thing, she has these sexy little bumps and quite frankly I find that even hotter. All the time I was er, "with" Shelley just then (Greg smiled at his friend's diplomacy), I was thinking about sucking Lucy's nipples while she sits on her bed in just her panties." "Gotta admit Ian," he replied, "I've always wondered what it would be like to strip and fuck a little girl that age – not that I'm meaning Lucy you understand." "That's Ok Greg – I don't mind if you are thinking about her. I may as well admit, I want to see her getting fucked more than anything. It must be amazing watching Shelley getting it from another man?' "Take my word for it Ian," he smirked, "It is!" They were silent for a moment, then Greg spoke up. "And where does your wife figure in all this Ian? Does she have any 'leanings' towards incest you think?" "God, that's the main stumbling block my friend. Even if I could interest Lucy in 'playing around' there is no way Lena would permit it. She is so straight, she doesn't even like sex scenes in movies." "Don't be so sure mate," Greg levelled at him, before continuing. "There is no way Tracey would have allowed anything like this to happen (he gestured around the room) a year or so ago. It was only when I first began to talk about stuff – half jokingly at that, she gave any inkling that she had a darker side. I honestly think most girls, wives etc, harbor thoughts like this at one time or other, even if they can't admit it to themselves – let alone a partner." "Wish that you were right," Ian murmured. "You know what Ian? I figure the best way to find out for sure what Lena's really like and/or capable of, is to invite her (and Lucy) over here with you and let her see for herself a few naughty gropes and feels – nothing more than that! Sure, she'll probably say to you "how disgusting are those two?" on the way home that night, but she'll think about it my friend, be assured she will. "Maybe the next time, we get just a bit naughtier... have you maybe fondle Shelley's tits quickly in front of her. If after that she is still willing to come over here – you've got her, no risk Ian. Besides, what have you got to lose – except maybe a dinner partner?" "There is a certain logic in that line of thinking," he confided to Greg. "Leave it with me, I have to tell you, it's not a question of there not being any motivation here." Both men laughed – just as Tracey and her daughter returned to the fold looking as though butter wouldn't melt in their respective mouths – let alone anywhere else! Grinning at his friend like the proverbial Cheshire cat, Greg withdrew from beneath the pillow behind him, a length of freshly cut rope and some duct-tape... (c) Peter_Pan 2006 "The Complete Harper Valley" www.lulu.com/content/106537 Additionally, readers of the Kirsten Archives are now invited to visit "The World of Peter_Pan" website at: http://www.geocities.com/worldofpeter_pan/intro.html Still partially under construction, the annoying ads will disappear when all the story-links have been completed. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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 41