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When a young girl travels ten thousand miles to re-visit the "scene of the crime" as it were, she must have enjoyed something. (MMf, ped, mast, orgy) *** During a European stopover in Britain last year, Jenna had accompanied me to the south west of England where we met a rather lovely young lady - Sally Young, who like Jenna was then barely sixteen, and who I had come to know through the wonders of Internet communication. The three of us shared a uniquely wonderful night that was adequately covered in the body of "Distant Princess." The enforced "goodbyes" had not been without some emotional expenditure on the girls' part and in fact they did keep in touch - well, we all did to be honest - on our return to Australia. When the Harper Valley period came to its abrupt end, communications between Jenna and Sally tapered off gradually, whereas she and I began to exchange emails on an increasingly regular basis. Whether she harbored the same feelings as did I, I couldn't say - bearing in mind the near forty-year age gap - let's get real... such would have to be wishful thinking on my part. Not that my interest ever flagged you understand but Sally ensured a continuity in that direction by plying me with updated digital photos of herself that although tasteful in the extreme, brought with them a tease- factor bordering on cruelty. Tight little bras that suggested rather than exposed, skirts so brief, they might have doubled as hotpants and swim-wear likely to be banned on any family beach. What she could do with a pair of undies, a tie and just a smile, was no-one's business! I had no shortage of desktop 'wallpaper' let's say! It had reached the stage that I was seriously thinking of reasons to return to Salisbury, after all I have always wanted to write a book about Stonehenge. "If I came to Sydney, might you be able to put me up?" read the last line of the email in question? I called Jenna downstairs. "Does that say what I think it says?" I asked her "Yes," she giggled, "Is she really coming over?" "Your guess is as good as mine Jen," I answered. Well in the next five weeks or so not only did Sally confirm her itinerary, she emailed me just about every third day and made mention of the fact she would be able to stay for a fortnight. Talk about forward planning! During those last two weeks before her departure, our emails took on a wholly new aspect. Far from skirting the sexual angle, Sally openly confessed that not only did she know I would be more than likely wanting to sleep with her, but that she also looked forward to such an eventuality - and not just with me either. I didn't pass on this fact to Jenna - I figured she was not on a need-to-know basis... as yet! It came then, upon an abnormally hot day early November, that I found myself pulling-in to the only free parking space I could find in some ten acres or so of car-park at Sydney's sprawling International Airport. With the increased terrorist security, it took her longer than usual to clear customs and find her way to the cavernous arrivals hall. I had been wondering meanwhile whether they had checked her hand-luggage and found any of those lethal bikini panties and strapless bras - both of which I would rate a substantial health risk over and above anything that an Al-Queda operative might pose. Amazing the difference a year makes. Even more beautiful if possible, Sally at seventeen was now a young woman of poise and presence, no longer that shy little schoolgirl I hugged and molested so delightfully at the Milford Hall Hotel the previous year. At the point she saw me and ran down the ramp, tossing her arms around my neck, all I could ponder was "Vive la difference." "Is it always this hot here?" she giggled, her Brit accent standing out like a beacon in the Aussified crowd. "Only when someone like you steps off the plane sweetheart," I told her truthfully. Dressed most attractively in just a simple skirt and top, the body beneath was evidently anything but simple. I had to discipline my mind and hands, as both were gearing up for some seriously inappropriate behavior long before we had even exited the main terminal building. Sally hugged my arm, fully aware I'm sure, of the effect she was having on me. All temptation aside though, it was a thrill and a half just having her here. "I'm soo looking forward to seeing Jenna and the other girls,' she gushed, as I opened the car door for her. "Seeing them where??? - In bed?" I hoped she was meaning. Recovering my composure somewhat, I just told her the feeling was mutual and that they were all at home waiting to meet her. Ahead of anything, she wanted to see Bondi Beach first, so exiting the M2 freeway we headed off to the eastern coastal suburbs, where like so many overseas travellers before her (myself included) she was visibly disappointed at the limited panorama on offer. Miami, it ain't! I hastily explained that pretty much any beach north of the Harbor was a step-up from Bondi, promising to show them to her in the coming days. Trying to ensure one stays in the correct lane when negotiating a motorway at 120 plus, is no mean feat when you can see at least four inches down a seventeen year old girl's cleavage and the hemline of her gathered skirt is beginning to reveal a hint of cerise colored knickers. She knew exactly what she was doing to me! Our home, being no more than four minutes from the exit ramp of the Hills freeway, we were pulling into the driveway less than forty minutes later. Jenna came skipping out before I even killed the motor. Dressed as she was rather smartly in a two-piece outfit, Sally's first comment was "Wow, you look great Jen, a little older too." "So do you," she giggled and then they were hugging each other, some interestingly curvy body parts, by necessity in sudden close proximity. God-dammit, how sexy young girls are when they're together! Kylie wandered out minutes later but introductions were not necessary as Sal broke off chatting to Jenna to address her with "You must be Kylie right?" They too hugged briefly. "Gosh you can tell you two are sisters," she grinned. I could see I wouldn't be getting a word in edgeways for the next hour or so and thus retrieving Sally's luggage from the trunk, I headed indoors, dumping her stuff upstairs in the spare room that I figured they would get round to taking her to shortly. Seriously small and only sparsely furnished with little more than a bed and 'robe, it would nevertheless suffice for the two weeks she was here. Natalie swung her car onto the grass strip alongside the driveway just moments later and from the den windows I could see them dragging Sally outside to meet her too. I figured it could be a while before I was needed on deck so I used the time to catch up on some client-work that was pressing. Couldn't help but wonder whether or not Jenna had ever gone into detail with either of her sisters as to what actually had taken place between the three of us that night in Salisbury. My guess was that she hadn't. Foremost in my mind now though, was what opportunities might present themselves in the coming days. That of course was pretty much up to Sal. Rather than regale the reader with details of the afternoon's sight-seeing, perhaps I should cut direct to the post-supper activities. Well, to begin with it was all pretty low-key. Having cleared away the dishes, we just sat around and talked for a bit. Sally was understandably jet-lagged and being a sultry night, we all turned in early. My three took themselves off to their bedrooms giggling as always. My room being equidistant between Sally's bedroom and the bathroom meant that she had to pass my door on the way back from the shower. Why then she chose to do that, wrapped in a towel that revealed considerably more than it concealed, is open to conjecture. Not that I was complaining. "Goodnight Noel," she whispered in passing. "Want me to tuck you in sweetheart?" "Oh, If you like," she teased. Closing her door, I watched as she stood by the bed undoing the clasps, allowing her beautiful hair to fall across her shoulders. With her arms up like that, the towel barely covered her upper thighs and with both breasts so clearly delineated, I was feeling abnormally healthy. As she picked up her bra and panties from the bed-cover I turned to leave. "You don't have to go," was all she said. It wasn't all she did though. As I watched, pretty much bereft of speech you can understand, she allowed the towel to fall to the ground, standing before me completely naked. Then in as arousing a performance as might be expected from Gypsy Rose Lee herself, she wriggled sexily into those tight little panties just as slowly as she could. Watching that enticing little triangle of hair between her legs gradually disappear, really did things for me. Standing there topless now, her wonderfully hot breasts jutting out proud and free, she retrieved her matching blue bra and then took her good time hooking the damn thing up. Conversation really wasn't called for. "I didn't drag her by the hair over to the bed grunting insanely, but I did murmur something to the effect that there is a limit to a man's resolve, however strong - and that mine had just crumbled. I wasn't too gentle how I got those panties off again either. Judging by the degree her legs were quickly spread however, I don't think she held that against me. Looking for a little payback in return for having been seduced in my own house, I just knelt there nuzzling her pussy momentarily as she squirmed with anticipation. Inserting my index finger deep inside those warm and moist folds, which besides being great on the visuals, kick-started some serious moans from that sexy little mouth - I slipped the other hand beneath her right bra cup and commenced on a course of nipple therapy. After a few moments I moved on to her other breast. So aroused was she getting, she pulled her own bra straps down her shoulders and wriggled free of both cups. I knew exactly what was called for at this juncture. As I leaned across her body, gently taking one nipple into my mouth sucking deeply, my fingers now worked her clitoral hood as back-up. Sal was over the edge... sixty floors up and clinging to the ledge with one finger. "Don't tease me," she all but pleaded, wriggling her hips in near desperation. "What was that?" I teased, "Is there something else I can do for you then?' "Pleaaase," she whimpered. I couldn't take any more either. Freed of its spun- cotton incarceration, my erection had the simplest of game-plans. As hard and as deep as the drill-shaft would allow. That translated to several minutes of uninhibited penetrative anarchy. From a mathematical viewpoint, either side of the equation contained a string of unknown integers. All I can say is, that solving the equation was the height of passionate expression. I wanted to possess her - she needed to be possessed. Fulfilling as my ultimate release was, Sally's orgasm transported her to somewhere I'm sure she had never been. Right then I just wanted to hold her and kiss her. Neither of us dressed or even moved apart from our conjoined state. I remained inside her even as we lay side by side, while I simply watched the young girl's biorhythmic programming, stabilise itself. I was still stroking the hair out of her eyes as she fell asleep. Back in my own room an hour later, I was reminded of Oliver Hardy's classic line, "Another fine mess you've got us into Stan." Day two was spent cruising the northern beaches which being by necessity, accompanied by four young girls in spray-on bikinis is, I assure you, a most pleasant way of spending a day. Natalie and Chris cooked for us all that evening but despite my "good intentions" to enact a re-run of the previous night's bedroom mazurka with our curvy little guest - I didn't get the chance. From 7.30 pm to way past midnight Sally was in each of their bedrooms in turn, either talking girl-stuff or (and I have valid reasons for thinking this) not talking at all by virtue of other shared indulgencies. I saw nothing - but I heard more than enough to suggest she and Jenna at least, were re-visiting some happy memories. Come breakfast, I entered Sally's room to enquire what she'd like to eat. One wholly empty room could only mean one thing. Creeping then into Jenna's room - I was prepared to find two totally exhausted young girls flaked out for the duration. What I wasn't expecting to find is... nothing - not even Jenna! The sight that met my eyes in Kylie's bedroom will stay with me until they bury me. Probably way after that even! The three of them were squeezed into (or rather, on top of) that single bed, all were sound asleep - in just their panties. Sally was between the other two, her head on Jenna's shoulder, her body spooned neatly into Kylie's. Sally's right hand was still inside Jenna's panties while Kylie's was draped around Sal's torso gently holding her breasts, while her own rose and fell softly in sync to her gentle breathing. All their hair was splayed about the pillows and if anyone reckons they have seen a sexier or more alluring sight - then truly, they are having themselves on. Kylie's little bottom alone - so clearly outlined through her thin cotton panties was as arousing as it was beautiful to behold. For a moment I was reminded of that wonderful night in 2003 when first I slipped those hot little knickers of hers down. Quite clearly, the three of them had shared some inter- girl magic during the night and for that I was more than happy. Given our post-Harper celibacy we could never again as a family, re-create those halcyon days, so in a sense, whatever went on in that bedroom with the three of them, was simply their own private little Shangrila. I backed out silently and returning downstairs - cooked my own breakfast, Chris and Natalie having already gone to work. Rather than relay the touristy side of Sally's stay with us - and let's be honest, I fully doubt that's what you all came to this archive for, I might gloss over the low-key domesticity and get straight to the semantics. A couple of nights later then, whilst shall we say, testing-out my depth-sounding equipment at some ungodly hour, Sally casually let slip between groans of pleasure, how turned-on she had been, reading about the girls' early experiences at Harper Valley and that part of her had wished more than anything, to have experienced what it would be like with multiple older male partners. For my part, I confessed how erotic an experience for me it had been simply witnessing such transgressions with my own daughters, not to mention the inevitable participation factor. "Do they still hold them?" she asked suddenly from way left field. "What? The parties you mean?" I replied, hoping to hell she wasn't thinking what I figured she must be thinking. "Yes," she whispered, all tease now... then ramming home her advantage, "Wouldn't you like to take me?" Swiftly withdrawing my own 'advantage,' I just stared at her. "Well to be honest my little English rose," I told her, "nothing would have given me greater pleasure, but a pledge is a pledge and all of us have agreed unilaterally not to ever go there again... I'm sorry sweetie." Pouting like Cleopatra on a good day, she fell back on the old 'How-could-you-hurt-me-like-this' attitude. "You couldn't even take me just on my own?" she half- pleaded. God, what images that little possibility caused suddenly to flare-up in my subconscious. I almost cracked! "Not one, not all - that was the deal Sally," I answered her, "I can't go back on that... won't go back on it!" I think she was still radiating discontent twenty minutes later, as she finally drifted off to sleep in my arms. It was that same night, something awakened me hours later - uncontrolled lust I suspect. Maybe I didn't have to attend another 'party' as such? How hard would it be to get a few of the guys together at someone's place, simply for a one-off evening of social interaction - a sort of, "Let's show the Brit guest a good time" type soiree? I called Jer the next evening and explained my predicament... or rather, Sally's predicament! "Are you kidding?" he almost choked the other end. "Give me ten minutes mate, I reckon I can get twenty guys on site before the next commercial-break." "Calm down Jer," I said, "Just want to organise a nice gentle but 'instructive' evening for her. I don't think she wants to be in intensive care for the rest of her stay here. She's still very young - Jenna's age actually, and take it from me Jer... she's no slut, just a hot little teenager with hot little hormones, OK?" "Yeah Noel, sure, I understand," he replied in that fake appeasing tone of his that so pisses me off sometimes. If this all went through, I was really gonna have to watch out for her, I could tell. "So, what? You'll let me know if she's interested?" he added. "That I will Jer," I told him. "Call you tomorrow." "Interested" she certainly was, but understandably, the concept of being the only girl in a veritable sea of masculinity was a little daunting, the 'security-in- numbers' in having other females of her own age on site, patently lacking. "It frightens me a little," she admitted, "Going to a party was kinda neat, but just on my own?... hmmm, not so sure about that." "Well sweetheart," I offered, "It's entirely up to you. It's this or nothing but hey, I can fully understand your concern Sally. Not even sure I'd want to put in an appearance myself with only half a dozen women around." At least that got her smiling. "You would be with me the whole time, wouldn't you?" she asked softly. "The whole time Sal - I wouldn't let anything happen to you, I promise. Any time you want to go home, we leave on the spot OK?" ** When I called Jer back later and told him we had a green light, I think he just about came over the key- pad. "Oh really? Well that's great Noel," he spluttered, trying to maintain control I imagine. "The weekend OK?" I told him Saturday afternoon was fine and that she didn't want any more than six other men there. She hadn't actually thus specified, but knowing Jerry, I figured I'd better have some sort of circuit-breaker in place. Took a quantity of verbal deception on my part to screen this clandestine operation from the three girls. Although it wasn't a Harper Valley get-together as such, had they known about it, not only would my credibility be shot for all time, all three would have been angling for an invite! What am I saying? they would have been dolled up to the nines and the three of them squeezed into the back seat ready to rock... maybe I'm taking the conservative option with those first two letters! "I'm soo nervous," Sal whispered as we pulled into Jerry's driveway. So was I, if the truth be known... nervous that I might have a stroke before we even got inside. You should have seen her! Tight little black dress that was more of a sheath. Partially split up the side and showing enough teenage leg to bring-on early Alzheimers. So low-cut was the top she had only to cough and her nipples would most likely have put in an appearance. You can only get away with this sort of tease with fairly small and ultimately firm teenage breasts. She most certainly had both. Clinging to her hips, every curve that wonderfully hot little body possessed, was highlighted for one's viewing pleasure. God knows what she had on underneath! Then there was the remaining exterior presentation. Washed and teased-up honey-blonde hair falling across her beautifully shaped shoulders. Not too much make-up but enough to interest the young, the old and probably, the infirmed. Very light application of mascara and lip-gloss that demanded to be kissed off. at the first opportunity. She was a total dream. I was sorely tempted to cancel the evening and check her in to the nearest motel. "This is Sally, Jer," I said, upon his opening the door. His system fully shut-down momentarily, he just stared. "Ohh Jesus Christ ... I m-m-mean please excuse me, you are just so beautiful Sally." By necessity incurring third-degree blushes, she took his hand and shook it. I think Jer would still be standing in the doorway there, had not I shepherded Sally around him and headed for the lounge-room. The entire scenario was then replayed as seven pairs of eyes focused on what was on my arm. Helen of Troy might have been instrumental in launching a thousand ships but I can tell you right now, the vision that walked through that doorway most definitely launched seven erections - eight, including my own. Another nine hundred and ninety-two would have been no problem! At this point, Jer relieved me of my young partner and she was introduced in turn to Warwick, Brad, Connor, Steve, Graham and a sixth guy I had never met whose name was Dennis so I discovered. All managed to behave themselves, though Brad I could see, was visibly high- strung by her presence. I couldn't blame him in all honesty. Even deducing that she was obviously there to participate in matters of a sexual nature and her knowing that they knew that... no-one was prepared to make a first move as such. I think it was more a question of nobody wanting to appear crass or insensitive in any way. I was wishing George was on hand - he would have been the perfect intermediary for her. To begin with, I had her sit with me - somewhat neutral territory - on the far lounge. The men drew their chairs up, Brad and Warwick electing to stand instead with their drinks in hand. In hindsight, I would have to say it was probably the drinks - or in Sally's case, the bourbon and coke - that ultimately got things moving. Alcohol is a great leveller of playing fields and by her second refill, she was definitely getting 'level'... giggling a lot and acting well, just plain 'flirty' I guess. Talk about preaching to the converted. Connor was the first to score a home-run. Patting his lap, he asked if she would like to sit on his knee. Glancing at me first, I just smiled and whispered, "Go on sweetheart, you'll be fine." She thus accepted his dubiously motivated offer. Watching her plant her hot little rear, down on his lap and the consequent northwards creep of her hem-line... not to mention that which the dress' split was obviating, carried a significant arousal-factor that all present could not fail to experience. Like moths to a flame, the group clustered around the chair, hoping if nothing else, to better their view down the teenager's dress. At the point Connor started kissing her, the court was definitely in session! Kissing always begets more kissing. In Connor's case it begat a whole lot more. Now admittedly he was both the youngest and arguably, the best looking guy there, so Sally's "starting" with him was fully understandable. What I hadn't expected was my own reaction. I freely admit it - I was jealous as all Hell and was more than ready to grab her arm and take her back home before they got any further. Had she been my own daughter I could have been no more protectively inclined. Forced to stifle such reaction however, I just smiled at her and let the script unfold however it had been written. Their kissing had reached the passionate stage and at the point Connor's hand began cupping and lightly squeezing her breasts, we had ourselves a ball-game. Pausing a few times to glance back at me, she was obviously enjoying the attention - and the groping, which by now was causing the other six to shuffle about in an agony of expectant participation. Warwick and Brad began to take matters into their own hands as it were. While Brad began to slide his hand down beneath her top, quite obviously groping the contents of her right bra-cup - that which Connor was not busying himself with, Warwick had knelt down beside the chair and began slipping his hand up inside Sal's tight little dress, forcing as he did so, the hemline even higher. She gave a couple of shocked "Nooos" but a few more kisses from Connor soon shut-down that line of resistance. All of us were then privy to discover exactly what she had on under that dress - a pair of skimpy but very sexy little baby-pink panties. She tried to maintain her hemline at a decent level, but let's face it, with eight men on site having decidedly contrary views on that subject, she was fighting a lost cause from the outset. In no time they had her dress pushed up to her waist and those pretty little panties fully exposed. Brad himself saw to her upper de-commissioning and within seconds of slipping all resisting straps down her arms we were jointly invited to ogle that rather come-on-ish matching pink bra that was doing a piss- poor job really in terms of covering up those girlish curves. "C'mon Brad, get those sexy little tits of hers out," Steve enunciated. Immediately I was reminded of his former sexual exploits with my two girls in Warwick's shower all those months ago when both had their hot little breasts molested and sucked every which way courtesy of this particular individual. Sal was hot and beginning to moan now between the lip- action. When Dennis knelt down beside Warwick and began rubbing the front of her panties rather lewdly, just as Brad was obligingly extricating her nipples from their protective support cups, the mood of the group was definitely up-beat! "God is she one hot little tease?' muttered Graham, probably not yet over his former indulgencies with Jenna aboard the "Pacific Princess" earlier this year. He too was beginning to take his turn groping whichever of Sally's breasts were temporarily freed up. As for Sal herself, she was way past running the "shy little girl" routine and if those legs weren't parting now with somewhat indecent haste, then I need horn-rimmed glasses. Despite myself, things were definitely gearing up physiologically and despite any former misgivings - I wanted now to see her raped long and hard. I don't think I was alone in that fantasy. Over at the play-center, Brad, with an accomplice or three had managed to unzip her dress at the back and the next thing we knew, it was draped over a nearby table, leaving Sally lap-bound on Connor still, being kissed by all and sundry and dressed only in her panties and bra - not that the thing was serving any purpose that low, her entire breasts being free of their cups and her nipples just so erect currently, it is little wonder Jerry was trying to suck them. "Let's take her upstairs," someone suggested, Connor I think it was. Well, in true cave-man style, Sal was then hoisted across Brad's shoulder, her bottom provocatively posed in the extreme, her breasts flush up against his shirt at the back, as the entourage headed for the staircase. "Where are you taking me?" she asked breathlessly. Surely as dumb a question as she's ever asked, I was thinking. Tossed unceremoniously on to Jer's quilt, she lay there giggling. I was wondering if she was going to put a finger in her mouth just to complete the picture. "Seems to me we should spank that hot little bum," Steve suggested, "Well just to kinda get things rolling... What do you say guys?" Fact is no-one said anything much, seeing as two of them dragged her to the edge of the bed and began paddling that sexy little rear. Sally's probable genuine cries of pain were drowned out by the men's laughter and the spanks themselves. Asked to join in, I declined for now, besides I was having more than enough fun just watching, Her humiliation was complete when two of them pulled her panties down several inches, exposing both glowing cheeks which everyone in turn then smacked unmercifully for a few more minutes. I called a halt to it myself, not because she was screaming in pain (she wasn't actually) but on account of the fact it's not what we had really led her to expect. Damn it was fun though. Pulling her panties back up when we had finished, she turned over on her back, glared at us all and fairly whimpered, "That hurt!" I had the unutterable conviction it had turned her on as much as us! Who else but Brad to get us into overdrive.? Leaning forward he seized a hold of her elasticised waistband and was about to tug her panties down when Sally shrieked, "Noooo, not my panties again pleeeaase!" pulling them as she spoke, back up to her hips. "So... she wants to play sexy games?" smirked Brad, "No problem - Connor grab her left leg, Warwick hold the other one would you?" "Don't need to take them off sweetie, work's just as well this way," he grinned. God damn, how hot did she look right then having her legs held way apart like that, arms across her chest protectively and breathing harder than an Olympic medallist. I watched - more fascinated than anything - as, holding his erection before him now, Brad simply crouched between her legs, held her panties aside (which elicited many a whistle from onlookers) with one hand and thrust straight in to her obviously very wet vagina. Sally might have been about to offer some verbal resistance. but at the point she found herself actually being filled to the brim by another middle-aged man's penile interceptor, pleasure was obviously the ruling emotion. If this was rape - no prosecutor would ever be getting a conviction. I saw the eyes glaze, her hips wriggle and her arms backing off from protective custody of her breasts, allowing several of the others to commence groping her at will. "Fuck her hard Brad," Warwick encouraged his friend. Couldn't say as I had any objections either - so hot was the tableau before me. Wide as they were spreading her, Sal had no complaints, thrusting up with her own hips now to meet her partner's incursions. Brad never was a stayer (especially with Kylie) and within minutes his build-up was complete and I'm positive Sally would have felt that final swelling deep inside her gaping little pussy - for such it was, leastways as far as the majority of her pubic hair was concerned. Both she and Brad were groaning from their joint exertions and at the moment he spurted his entire procreational stock somewhere up near her cervix, their cries of pleasured release were something less than restrained let's say. Backing-up better than a cd-burner, Connor had his own cock in hand and ready even as Brad withdrew. Giving Sally not a moment's respite, he plunged the thing inside her causing her to both gasp and shiver with surprise. They didn't need to hold her legs any more and as Connor took the high road to happiness, she wriggled beneath him like a nymph on heat - which of course she was! Kissing and fondling her as he worked his penal magic, Sally was herself vocal in letting him know just how harshly she wished to be treated. "Oooh... fuck me harder... c'mon," doesn't exactly leave room for wondering does it? I think she had forgotten about her sore bottom! More than happy to let whoever wanted to, to suck her nipples for as long as they wished, I could see her holding the back of Jerry's head, forcing his face into her breasts as he drew down on those erect little teasers. Connor reached his Red Line 5000 soon after, and just held her knees apart as he vented his pleasure within that white-hot little receptacle - adding significantly to Brad's earlier deposits. As he withdrew, we could all see a rivulet now of sticky white cum exiting her moist and abused slit before trickling down her inner thigh. Steve was next up and being a man of some creativity one assumes - had Sally kneeling on the covers on all fours, her back to him. She must have known his intentions - perhaps they mirrored her own. Whatever, this was nearer to rape than her previous two partners had orchestrated. So hard did he take her, gripping her hips with a passion as he thrust into her deeper and deeper that the girl was crying out in ecstasy as he pumped her to his own private Nirvana. When it was over, she just knelt there, shaking, one hand between her legs cupping her pussy. Mind you there was plenty in it to cup! Inevitably it befell my turn and for reasons totally unknown to me - I had to decline. I couldn't tell you why. Perhaps I didn't want to perform with her in public, thinking perhaps it might denigrate the situation but if that was the case, how come I had no qualms fucking my own daughters at the parties? Sally herself seemed disappointed, but I think she sensed that I fully intended to make good on my physical shortcomings later that night (and Oh, God... did I what?) Needing to recuperate, everyone trouped downstairs for some refreshments later. Sally was permitted to put her bra and panties back on but I could hardly say she walked with that steady a gait. Certainly the laughs and giggles in mad proliferation indicated not the slightest regret at her having attended the afternoon's debauchery in general. Whilst finishing off her soft drink in the kitchen, she actually whispered to me, "Thanks for bringing me - I'm really having fun." God knows then what everyone else was having? "How long is she staying with you Noel?" muttered Jerry, bailing me up at the percolator. "I mean she is h-o-t with a capital "H." Any chance of bringing her to the next party... it's only a week out!" "Would that I could Jer," I replied, "but you know how it is... we made that decision months back... and no, she isn't coming on her own - just before you ask!" he looked for just a moment like the ever-defeated coyote! It wasn't exactly a case of "ladies first' as we all headed back up to the bedroom, simply the fact that eight lustful men wanted to watch that sexy little bottom wiggling its way back up the stairs. And didn't she know it? At the behest of our joint pleas, Sally actually stood there in the center of the bed and allowed the men to remove her bra and panties while she giggled and hugged herself in a fake show of modesty. When I say "remove," you can take that to mean stripping her naked in two seconds flat - two getting her tits out while unhooking her bra, three others (at least) literally ripping her panties down while having a gratuitous fondle or finger-insertion. More cum was trickling down her legs at this stage. By general consensus, it was time for Sal herself to perform a bit of the old "touchy-feely," on behalf of half a dozen rampantly hot male organs. Starting with Brad, she seemed to know exactly what was expected of her and lowering her head in his lap - Archer's expression was one of pure bliss. Only thing is, that kneeling there as she was like that, Graham and Warwick found themselves staring hard at a very attractive little teenage bottom - one they had fully constructive ideas on how best to employ for their own well-being. It was therefore a gasp and cry of genuine surprise that emanated from Sally's wet little lips mid suck, as first Graham and then Warwick lifted her rear end sufficiently to lodge their flagging dicks back in that tight channel of dreams. Graham particularly found the experience greatly to his liking - well judging by the fact he appeared to spurt uncontrollably deep inside her, after just a few thrusts. It was about this time she brought Brad to the promised land also and despite what she swallowed, he had enough in reserve it seems, to hand her a pair of glistening cheeks to match those already sticky lips. There was an orderly queue at this stage - one for each end. "Don't you want her too Noel?" Connor asked me at one stage, wondering I guess, why I had taken a seeming vow of celibacy. "Not that I don't want her Connor," I replied. "Think about it. She's staying with me - literally, if you get my meaning." I could see the cogs slowly clicking into gear. "Just don't feel disposed to overdo it. My only reason for coming tonight was to oversee everything, look after her and make sure none of you wannabe rapists die from an excess of carnal pleasures!" "My comments suddenly carried greater meaning as I noticed Brad, recovered evidently from his penal dry- cleaning, aligning himself now with Sally's rearward aspect, as she serviced something in Jerry's lap. "That's naughty," Sally cried out suddenly, turning from her task and glancing behind her. Being Brad, what else could you expect though? Yep, back to his old party trick - trying to broaden a young girl's worldly experiences by tunnelling into unchartered portals... mind you at that angle, Sally's portal in question was kinda acting a little suggestive. I figured I would allow things to progress until she asked otherwise. Now I know that Sally has never been rear-ended - we actually talked about it once and I got the impression even then, she wasn't totally horrified by the concept. Does nothing much for me to be honest, except arguably the visuals of the thing. I just indicated to Brad to take it real slow and easy and this he did. It certainly sparked up the viewing audience and seemed to catalyse her applicatory efforts as far as Jerry's penile enjoyment was concerned. Brad was definitely getting to first base - being very naughty and using fingerfuls of lubrication that were still very much on site just one doorway further down that glistening cleft. At the point Jerry spurted whatever he had left, all over her face and breasts to adjudge his directional intent, Sally was able to get down on both forearms which both elevated her butt and offered Brad the keys to the city. "It hurts a bit," she mumbled aloud, but was evidently trying to come to terms with it, rather than repel the uninvited guest. I was about to call it quits on her behalf when something must have clicked into place or whatever the appropriate term is, because she suddenly began moaning like a total slut on heat and started pushing back on to Brad's inbound member. "Cum in me there," she whimpered, trembling noticeably. Brad wasn't needing to be asked twice and whatever pitiful amount of semen he still retained, he left as a calling card deep inside her forbidden channel. This was turning into one carnally deranged afternoon. She had then to allow four more of them the same latitude and by the fourth (Dennis) she was, if not pleading for it... so hot she didn't care who did what to her. I wondered what emotions her father would be feeling, were he able to see his daughter right now - then I realised, he would probably be spraying the room with bullets. There was of course only one possible way to end the session - with a heap of warm water and unlimited soap. All seven of them got to shower with her - two at a time, three at a time etc. At one stage I counted four in there with her. As happened to my kids, she found herself being fucked hard up against the glass, kneeling on the tiles beneath the cascading water, even standing up while a couple of them restrained her arms and took her front on. Whatever, by the time they finally got her out, she was clean and sweet-smelling. Took an age to dress her as no-one was willing to cover up her bra and panties. By the time they had all taken their turns sucking her tits and fingering her stupid once more... she almost needed another shower. "You were just wonderful Sally," Jerry muttered as we readied ourselves to leave. The others signifying their shared opinion. "The offer to come to next week's party still stands if that 'guardian' of yours ever relents." "You are a total prick Jer," I ranted. Sally grabbed a hold of my arm before I could plant one on that cunning, sleazy little mouth. Jerry knew full well I hadn't wanted her to know about that party. Now, she too would be at me all week! "I wish you had made love to me," she whispered as we negotiated the first left past Jer's house. Glancing at her, I was overcome with remorse myself... what the hell was I thinking? Suddenly, desire of such magnitude swept inland, I wanted her with a vengeance. Pulling abruptly up beneath an avenue of trees, her perfume was at once, intoxicating and arousing in the extreme. I just grabbed her and pulled her over to my side, having let the seat back to its maximum setting. Surprised she may have been - resisting she wasn't! "Making love" to her wasn't on the gameboard - I just wanted to fuck her insensible. "Someone might see us," she giggled. "Yeah... they might," I replied. "Now see if you can get those well-used little panties off and straddle me. I'd do it myself but at this angle, I don't fancy my chances." She didn't find it that easy herself but hey, where there's a will... Trust me dear reader - this was as hot as sex gets! Fucking that beautiful little wench on my lap in the open, just with her dress pushed up and her ranting away with all sorts of sexy nonsense, was to die for. Three quarters primed before I even started, it didn't take many thrusts to achieve lift-off. A couple of cars did pass by but no pedestrians luckily, although the car's windows are very heavily tinted and would permit nothing in the way of a detailed image within. Given the inordinate amount of sperm still resident inside that uniquely arousing little vagina, and with the knowledge of how it got there, simply upped the ante. I cannot recall ever being so unhinged. Sally I would say, was on a similar plateau. Kissing her afterwards merely prolonged the enjoyment. "Can we go to bed early tonight." She asked dreamily? Sometimes, girls can be so fucking stupid! (c) 2006 Peter_Pan Author's Note: Given the truly great response to the "The Complete Harper Valley" publication, I am extending the offer a further fortnight and will thus supply any reader who can quote me their Lulu purchase order number, the three "unpublished" Harper Valley episodes: "Harper Valley: Last Rites," "Ghosts of Harper Valley," and the lengthy "Harper Valley Fallout." www.lulu.com/content/106537 Please visit also "The World of Peter_Pan at: http://www.geocities.com/worldofpeter_pan/intro.html *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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