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Haunting I can deal with, it's the spectre of lost self-esteem and unmitigated sexual debasement. hanging over the life your own flesh and blood that warrants treading a very careful path. One's resolve may be strong but eternally, the spirit is weak! (MMf, ped, bi, bd, orgy, ws) *** Author’s Note: This is the third unrelated "incident" that occurred following the publication of "The Complete Harper Valley" and months after we had decided as a family (I thought) to quit the party circuit. *** "We hadn't planned on telling you dad." Kylie broke off all eye contact, staring instead at the carpet. "It's just that we're worried she's going to get hurt," Jenna added almost shyly, taking a hold of her sister's hand as she spoke. When you've just been told your eldest daughter of only twenty, has been voluntarily spending time in the company of at least two, if not God knows how many middle aged men, none of whom would consider Scrabble the most entertaining way of passing a couple of hours, the possibilities are on the worrying side. "How many times has she been to Warwick's place?" I asked them in semi-desperation and thinking back now to all the occasions recently Natalie had just glided out the front door, giving me a quick peck on the cheek in passing with the usual "Just going out with some friends dad... won't be that long." True, she had usually been back at a reasonable time - It never occurred to me to check on it. Certainly a few nights I recalled, it had been well into the early hours when I awoke, hearing her car pulling back into the driveway. I never thought twice about it. Just four months shy of her twenty-first birthday now, she was hardly a child any longer. Curiously, I wouldn't even have minded particularly if it had been George she was seeing - but Warwick and Brad? Hardly the two I would nominate for newly inducted members of the local Neighborhood Watch. "Twice a week dad - at least..." Kylie answered factually. "She made us promise not to tell you.!" That much I could understand! So ironic I was thinking! Was not it Natalie herself who had been so hypercritical of my involving her sisters in the Harper gatherings, suggesting as I recall, the potential for long-term emotional damage resulting from my exposing them to such sexually unrestricted playing fields? More than nine months had now passed since we seceded from the group, along with George and Larissa who incidentally was still a full-time item with my son and who I saw on as frequent a basis as any of my own daughters. If there was any negative and lingering influence afflicting either Kylie or Jenna - then all I can say is, their lives appear to be a masterpiece of contrived happiness! But for Jenna's wholly unplanned and one-time-only "re- union" let's say, with Connor and Jerry in the park that day last July, that I made oblique reference to in an earlier published recollection, "Ghosts of Harper Valley" and for which I hasten to add, Kylie was never subsequently on a need-to-know basis... nothing in the way of a trip down memory lane has ever been undertaken by any of us. Up until Natalie's bizzarely declared nocturnal adventures that is. "Just out of interest girls," I asked, "How did you find out? I can't imagine Natalie just came out and told you off the cuff.?" Jenna looked sheepish. "Well actually dad, Brianna mentioned it at school. She had no idea that I didn't know... that we didn't know!" That made sense admittedly. Being Warwick's daughter, she would have to be privy to Natalie's comings and goings, as it were, especially the former I'd say!. All I was wondering right about then however, was whether she too had been roped-in as an integral participant in the evenings' entertainment. God-damn, the thought of Natalie and Brianna "in concert" together was murderously hot. I think I may have gulped! "So you confronted Natalie with this, or what Jen?" I asked her. Kylie answered for her. "She just suspected that we "knew" I think dad. Was weeks ago now, she just said one night "You two know don't you? That's when she made us promise never to tell you." "So what made you?" I asked them. "Well she's just going there so often now and she's tired all the time. It's going to affect her Uni work and like Jenna said, we think she could end up getting hurt." "You mean physically?" I said. "Well maybe that too," Jenna put in. They were both silent for a few moments. "We had to say something dad!" Kylie muttered. "No, you did the right thing sweetie," I answered. "I'm just going to have to be very careful how I handle this." I kissed them both goodnight and went back to my own room. Whilst I had certainly noticed she was seemingly tired a lot these days, I had just put it down to either boyfriends or her University work-load. Definitely not from being on her back for hours at a time! I knew she had loved all the attention and I was wondering now if this was some sort of back-lash from my insistence that she and I could no longer perpetuate what we had gotten so used to at home nights. Perhaps emotionally and physically she had simply been unable to quit the Harper circus cold turkey! Other than the tiredness however I have to say there was no skerrick of evidence that she was in any way unhappy or even "distracted" by the newly disclosed events at hand. She was still my happy and supremely well-adjusted little Natalie. I had to put a stop to it though! Tuesday and Thursday evenings by general consensus were the two main nights that Natalie dropped out of polite society. It was rumored that Saturday evenings also had seen action of sorts but in the upshot, I saw Tuesday as my best chance to reel in the slack. Figuring to tail Nat after her traditional kiss and the inevitable "don't wait up for me dad," trailing on the wind, as she closed the front door behind her, I wasn't expecting the other two to pounce. "Can we come with you?" both asked hopefully, as I pulled on my coat in the hallway. "No, you certainly cannot," I fired back, then seeing their bitter disappointment, added, "It's not that I don't trust you guys but think about it - the last thing we need is the three of you back under that same roof. It's them I don't trust, besides this is something strictly between Nat and me - I have to go alone!" They accepted my words - but they sure as hell didn't like it! Still vaguely hoping I suppose that I wouldn't see her car outside Warwick's place, I was in for a major disappointment. Nearby was Brad's 4 X 4 I noted. I parked in a side-street, still having no real idea what I might find or how I was going to handle this. I guess I knew of course that she hadn't gone there for a séance. Atop Warwick's driveway I could see lights on in the upper rooms. Except for the kitchen, downstairs seemed to be in near darkness. Having paced up and down trying most likely to engender some inspiration of sorts, there was nothing for it but to knock at the front door. The last thing I was expecting to see was Brianna's animated little face. "Ohh, Mr Baker - what are you doing here? she smiled prettily. I was almost lost before I got started. Dismissing every notion that her imminent presence was suddenly calling to mind - and that micro skirt and tight top really were not friends to my cause let me freely admit - I just took her hand and pulled her outside gently. "Brianna, look, I've come to get Natalie. I have to take her home," I hesitated, not really knowing what to say to her. "Kylie and Jenna told me what's been going on - none of us knew sweetheart... I can't let this go, you understand?" Now she was holding my hand tightly. "You're going to get a real shock when you go up there you know," she whispered. "Why Brianna?" I asked her in a semi rising panic, "How many are up there with her?' "No, it's not that Mr Baker, there's only dad, Mr Archer and Mr Clarke... it's just..." she angled a glance towards the front garden. "it's just that well, Natalie is like mega uninhibited now - she kinda lets them do whatever they want with her." I was wondering right then whether I should be thankful for small mercies, there being "only " three men with her tonight... I was going to ask if there were ever more, but I didn't figure I'd want to hear the answer. "And you Brianna," I asked softly, "Do they make you do all sorts of stuff with them too? ... with Natalie?" I added as an intentional afterthought. She looked trapped but just nodded. "With Natalie?" I repeated. She nodded again! I had to steady myself against the porch. "So the two of you er, "mess around with each other" right? While they watch I'm guessing?" "They do more than watch sometimes." she giggled unexpectedly. My education was sadly lacking I realised. The images that admission alone was bringing to my mind do not bear expanding upon. "How come you're not up there with them now sweetheart?" I asked her. "Oh, I don't go up every time," she replied, "Just when dad and the others want me to, besides I'm just taking up some beer for them, I had just gone to the kitchen when you knocked." The perfect opportunity I realised - I could play drink-waiter for the evening. As it happened, the tray gave me something to hang on to. At the point I walked into Warwick's bedroom a few minutes later, I was in need of it. All that I am about to describe, was imprinted on my retinas in the second or so before my presence in the room became public knowledge. Given that Natalie had only arrived at the house some ten minutes or so before me - they hadn't wasted much time. Still in the tasteful little light-blue outfit she was wearing when she kissed me goodnight not twenty minutes ago, my eldest daughter was now straddling Warwick, who, given my near side-on view, had both his hands down her top, groping the life out of her. Whether or not she still had her bra on... or indeed if she was even wearing one, I could not determine. What I could see though, was her dress pushed right up over her hips, those sexy black panties tugged down to her thighs and Brad's cock taking some extreme liberties with her rather (from my viewpoint at least) well delineated pussy. Put plainly, he was fucking her tail-lights out! Pleasurable as that quite obviously was for her, to judge by her wriggling bottom thrust upwards as far as she could get it, I imagine the fact that she was sucking Warwick's anything but limp appendage with extreme vigor concurrently, was providing the host with his own unique thrills. Jerry meanwhile had positioned himself in the 'queue'' and was kneeling alongside the sinful trio, wanking himself with unrestrained glee, pausing now and again to partake of a handful of Natalie's barely covered breasts. With her hair flopping completely across her face, keeping Warwick's groin warm I imagine, she was technically, the last to see me. Jer was the first, his expression was priceless. "Jesus Christ Brad," he managed to get out, stuffing his dick back into his underpants. Brad, seeing me, simply turned grey and as if in slow motion replay, retrieved his sticky and inflamed phallus from my daughter's gaping vaginal slit. Even now, I can see that shaft sliding out of her so slowly, the sound it made at the point of exit, and the sight of her hot but obviously sopping wet lips as they closed across the suddenly vacated ingress. For a second or two Warwick's hands continued to ply their digitised assault down Natalie's top - about the same length of time as my daughter continued to lewdly suck on his rampant erection. Warwick's look of abject horror preceded hers but momentarily. Her mortified "Dad?!" was almost drowned out by Brad's, "Fuck me!" "Anyone for a beer?" I asked. "Now look, don't do anything stupid," Warwick muttered, obviously expecting me to pull out my Smith & Wesson any moment... "Please, just listen to me for a second." I was listening! "Natalie came here of her own free will - none of us have ever made her do anything, it's the truth." Jer was nodding like one of those European dilly dally ducks. "I know how this must look," Brad added, "But we're not raping her - just having a bit of fun." "A bit of fun Brad?" I looked at him disparagingly, an overwhelming urge to punch him out again came over me. "Looks like a lot of fun if you ask me?" Natalie had started sobbing - uncontrollably. I indicated to Brad to pull her panties up if he wouldn't mind. Then I went over to her - the others withdrawing warily to the far side of the bed. Jerry was already making moves towards the bedroom door. She clung to me. "It was my fault dad," she sniffled, "You probably know now, I've been coming over for quite a while?" I nodded mutely. "I don't know what made me do it. I'm so sorry, I just couldn't stop..." She collapsed in another paroxysm of distress and self-guilt. After a few moments I just lifted her pretty tear- stained face. "Look sweetheart, I didn't come here tonight to embarrass or criticise you in any way - I just wanted to take you home, let you know its finished now and we can just get on with our lives. C'mon Natalie just go to the bathroom, fix yourself up and we'll be on our way. Giving me the biggest hug, she got off the bed, retrieved her things and headed for the en-suite. As the door closed, I turned to Warwick, "I'll have the tape too please?" He looked at me dumbfounded. "What tape Noel?" I glanced up towards the cluster of lights over the bed. "Just give me the tape Warwick... OK?" He considered proclaiming his innocence but then thought better of it. Walking across to the built-in, he pulled open a drawer and handed me a plain box. I put it in my inside pocket. "She doesn't know about it does she? Brianna either?" His silence confirmed my suspicions. "You shouldn't have done it guys," I told them. "It's not your fault she came here - that was her decision... right or wrong, but taping it all? Way wrong!" If you got any copies - destroy them, you understand me? They emphatically denied having any, but I would bet my life three more tapes were dumped in the trash-can that night. Natalie emerged from the en-suite moments later, still red-eyed and emotionally drained but looking more like my happy little daughter. Said goodbye to Brianna and let ourselves out the front-door. I think she must have apologised another dozen times after we got home. I just told her I loved her stupid and I didn't want to hear another thing about it - the episode was ended and the credits long since finished running. Both of us however wanted closure of a different type. Her eyes craved it and my will-power was sorely tested. I think even Jenna and Kylie would have understood! The impasse passed and I left the three of them upstairs to talk about whatever they needed to resolve between themselves. My role was ended and the status- quo returned to normal, hopefully for ever and a day. Everyone had been asleep for a while when I finished some consulting work for a couple of clients and toddled off downstairs for a chilled OJ. On my way back, I paused at the den. It was no use kidding myself, I had to know! Slipping the cassette into the player, I was ready for anything... well except for what I saw I suppose. Somewhat crudely edited, I figured the tape had been cut and spliced to give the committed viewer a kind of "Natalie's greatest performances" feel to it. All I can say in hindsight is that if this ever reaches the general net-surfing public, we are all going to have to change our names and leave the country, no questions asked. Brianna, Michelle and Louise are also going to be shy one father each. Compiled I would say in vague chronological order, Natalie's somewhat shorter hairstyle in those first few "scenes" shall we say? confirmed a 'location shoot' of at least five to six months back, making it that much bigger a worry. Bereft of sound, the images told the story. Ushered into Warwick's bedroom, only Brad was there in the early stages. Relieved of her coat, she had on just a normal skirt and top - nothing vaguely slutty or suggestive. They wasted no time in kissing her and seemingly coercing her to sit on the bed. Brad - all hands as usual, taking early liberties allowing his hands to caress her shoulders and after she had sat down on the edge of the coverlet - her thighs. Filmed from overhead, any views they may have had of her panties in that short skirt, were not visible, but her breasts and cleavage were shown up in glorious undulating technicolor. I noticed Brad glancing down her top surreptitiously, whenever she wasn't looking at him. Barely five minutes had elapsed and Warwick said something and then tentatively reached forward in order to fondle her right breast. Natalie seemed to push his hand away but was then kissed hard by Brad whose palm slid under her arm and across her other breast. They had her on her back in moments. Between them they had her skirt pushed up indecently high soon after and now you could clearly see the lower half of her panties... hot little red ones. As both their hands slid up beneath her skirt, it was quite obvious they were rubbing her pussy and judging by Natalie's wriggling body language - she was in this for the long haul. With their spare hands, both now began groping my daughter's chest, slipping their fingers imminently down her top where they began to do seriously naughty things with her nipples by the look of it. Whatever other emotion was coursing through me at that stage - self-arousal was inevitable. My mouth was dry long before they spread her legs apart and began masturbating her in earnest - each taking turns holding her panties aside while the other fingered her dexterously. Any question as to Natalie being a willing and complicit participant here was fully evidenced by the fact she could be seen to voluntarily raise her arms over her head and willingly let them kiss her as they touched her up every which way. That they drove her to orgasm is beyond question. She was over the line! I hadn't even realised I had my own hand in my crotch at that juncture. It was to be there a long time. They stripped her of course and watching on that small screen as my daughter's panties were tugged down and her bra torn off in a fully undignified manner, was somehow hotter than having seen her fondled into submission in the real time at Harpers. Once Natalie was naked, they shucked off their own clothes and both took turns climbing on top of her, after which it appears they fucked her hard a couple of times each - just in the missionary position admittedly but with her legs so far apart, it almost hurt to watch. Afterwards, the camera showed her sitting up, apparently speaking whilst patting her pussy while the other two watched intently. In the absence of audible dialog, one can only suppose she was making light of the fact excess cum was seeping out of her. Confirming that this was obviously an "early performance," they allowed Natalie to dress almost straight afterwards. What shocked me is that she was prepared to kneel up there on the bed between them fully naked still, while she retrieved her bra and knickers before wriggling back teasingly into both. Twice they tugged her bra down for a last fondle before letting her gather up her skirt and top. No more than teasing her one supposes, but before leaving, she was put across both their knees and given a few hot little spanks. Brad of course had to avail himself of the opportunity and could clearly be seen groping her breasts once more as she squirmed around on his lap fully enjoying the attention. God, was I hard? Not three edited seconds later and the camera showed Natalie once more entering the room. Removing her coat I could see she had on her really nice (and expensive - I should know, I bought it!) blue dress. How much later this was after the earlier 'performance' I couldn't say - but there was far less time wasted here on social niceties. Quite obviously being asked to do something by the other two, she seemed reluctant to comply. More unclear dialog, followed by a sight that plain blew me away. Standing between the two of them she just raised her arms up over her head suddenly and simply allowed them free license to her body. Both began squeezing her breasts lewdly whilst feeling her up from neck to knee. As Brad, standing behind her, slid a hand down across her bottom, smoothing across her rearward curves, Warwick knelt down in front of her and slipped both hands up her dress, pushing her hem up towards her waist as he did so. This was awesome. Whilst not particularly clear from an overhead viewpoint, Natalie's hot black panties were exposed and sufficiently so for Warwick to unexpectedly incline his head and begin kissing her right flush on her pussy. Even the rape-cam showed her whole body trembling beneath the dual assault. Unzipping the dress from her neck to her lower back, revealed a sexy little matching strapless bra. Brad had his fingers inside those skimpy cups in seconds clearly manipulating her nipples which courtesy of spy-cam were openly erect now. Having it seemed some pre-ordained plan, Warwick simply tugged her panties down her legs as Brad pulled the dress up over her beautiful shoulders. Being only five three, they both towered over her. Standing there shivering slightly it appeared, only that little bra stood between her and total nakedness. It wasn't to be a long-term prospect and at the point Brad unhooked the tiny clasp her last vestige of modesty fell to the floor. Whether a planned initiative or not I couldn't say - more like a spur of the moment decision, but Brad simply then grabbed Natalie's arms and pinioned them behind her. This of course caused her breasts to jut further out, an opportunity not lost on Warwick, who having now stood up, began pulling her nipples in earnest. It looked at least that Natalie was genuinely struggling. Unzipping himself with one hand, Warwick freed up his not inconsiderably sized member and having aligned the point of entry, thrust hard up into her. Natalie's legs appeared to buckle, but Brad held on tight and watched then over her shoulder, with doubtless much pleasure as Warwick simply took her front-on. Whilst not being able to hear, it was obvious Natalie was crying out words of some sort. Her breasts were free agents and arousingly in motion as Warwick continued to fuck her in a standing position. No sooner had he quite clearly ejaculated a truck load of sticky stuff up inside her than Brad turned her round and indicated for Warwick to hold her there for his turn. Now this time she was clearly being raped. I could make out Natalie's mouth open in a mixture of shock and surprise. She was struggling less though and arching her hips more, suggesting they had hit on a winning template. Brad needed less time to accomplish his mission - perhaps on account of the incredibly arousing sight of a young girl being restrained whilst being raped at the same time. The temperature in my den was certainly on the increase if the truth be known. No sooner had he spurted something interesting deep inside my daughter's most illicit receptacle and God, I knew how good that felt, than Warwick released her arms and Natalie just collapsed on the nearby bed, drawing her knees up and unknowingly presenting the overhead camera with a gilt-edged shot of her curvy hips and well-rounded bottom. She wasn't to have much of a respite. Further dialog could be seen to ensue and as I slumped deeper into the recliner, something beneath my own zipper was desperately calling out "Sanctuary," as I saw, but could scarce credit, little Nat kneeling now on the coverlet, as her head bobbed up and down in Brad's lap. Not even Warwick misbehaving badly with a few fingers up between her own legs, could distract her from her task. I watched those twenty-year old breasts dance unchecked across her chest, stilled only once in a while by Brad's hand as he too groped her without shame. I saw him cum for the second time that session, almost jerking like a mechanical doll as he filled her sweet and undeniably sexy mouth. The smile she gave him as she looked up, just blew me away. Repeating the performance for Warwick's benefit was almost too hot to watch. So unhinged was his denouement that Natalie had no hope in Hell of swallowing it. Jerked free of her mouth, he simply spurted a stream of milky white cum all over her face. She even rocked back on her hips - her legs wide apart for his viewing pleasure, inviting him to redecorate her breasts and pussy, which with a few more filmy whitish strings, he managed to accomplish. I was wondering where the script-writers planned on going from here? Warwick left the room and Brad, fully naked himself, lay down on the bed and drew Natalie atop him. From what I could determine they were just kissing. Exactly how she could bring herself to kiss that loser beats me but I should make allowances for a young girl on heat. Something surely must have been stirring between her legs... .it certainly was between mine! The first of the mega-shocks was about to kick-in. Warwick returned but he wasn't alone. Ushered-in ahead of her father, Brianna was shepherded towards the bed - to the obvious full-on shock to Natalie's system. Immediately covering her upper chest with her arms in clear embarrassment and drawing her knees up to preclude any possible views up between her legs not that she had anything of course that Brianna had never seen before. I could see her talking animatedly to Brad and Warwick. There seemed to be a lot of giggling and head-shaking and thus the possibilities were endless. Brianna I should add was still in her school uniform which wasn't exactly hard on the visuals either. Nice short skirt, slim legs and lurking unseen rearwards, a cute little bottom that I knew and remembered only too well! I needed to see this more than anything. Whilst obviously resisting all attempts to get cosy with Jenna's best friend, I knew of course that Natalie was far from opposed to same-sex involvement, having observed her and her two sisters going at it in Kylie's bedroom like there was no tomorrow. I have my suspicions also that she and Larissa have in the past shared more than a diplomatic goodnight kiss. As for Brianna herself - having witnessed her genital defilement at close range, by man woman... even pre- teen, I knew she needed little encouragement to play the game "I'm no lip-reader but I'm sure I could make out Brad mouth the words "Kiss each other girls." There were more but I couldn't pick them up. By now though, Brianna had knelt up on the covers and had taken Natalie's hand, leaving her right breast exposed and vulnerable. Leaning inwards, she kissed Natalie on the lips and if that wasn't pre-cum suddenly leaking down my leg it must have been dust mites on the move. Warwick obviously figured he would get in on the action and I saw him encircle his daughter's rib-cage with an arm before giving her right breast a thorough going- over. She glanced back at her father in fake shock, pushing his hand away. She didn't push Natalie's away though and I could but unzip as my daughter put her delicate hand on Brianna's other breast and begin squeezing it. More words were exchanged and I suspect somewhat along the lines of "Undress her Natalie." God, watching Natalie stripping Brianna on that bed almost brought on cardiac arrest. With one girl already fully naked, to see them pulling each other's nipples and watching then as Natalie pushed her hand well up beneath Brianna's school outfit was definitely not a sight for sane eyes. The fact that the younger girl began to spread her legs to give Natalie better access and knowing that she must be rubbing Brianna's panties right the way down her wet slit, was driving me to distraction. I had completely forgotten about the other two. Not that Warwick and Brad were bit players in this little drama. Brad knelt himself down behind Brianna and began fondling the two hot little breasts that Natalie had thoughtfully extricated from the girl's blouse. Warwick had gotten himself up close and personal with Nat and was busy fingering her deeply - well, up until the time Brianna's digits began to slide into my daughter's pussy also. I think she reacted with surprise at what she was finding in there... not her father's fingers so much as the quantity of sticky cum on site. The picture blanked-out suddenly and after a few seconds, refocussed on a sequence the editor had understandably left in. Natalie lay on her back, knees raised slightly but otherwise arousingly open and naked. Brianna, presumably at the men's urging, fully nude herself now, was actually climbing on top of my daughter in the naughtiest possible position - top and tailed. In other words, with her blonde curls well up between Natalie's legs. In compensation for pretty much having Natalie's body obstructed, the viewer was treated now to a close-up of Brianna's slim hips and curvy bottom as she wriggled atop my daughter's chest and abdomen. It was only then I realised I had never really had the opportunity to watch two girls 69ing as such. I should be so unfortunate. Whether they had done this before or were just running on instinct I had no way of knowing, but as Brianna spread her legs to facilitate Natalie's tongue, whilst delivering a similar service herself, both girls appeared to let go of all inhibitions and were literally crushing their pussies up against their partner's mouth. Brianna looked as though she was crying out in ecstasy. While Natalie was clutching Brianna's bottom tightly and licking her from port to stern. I wasn't the only one maintaining a grip on themselves as it were. The picture now showed both Brad and Warwick having moved right alongside the girls, masturbating themselves furiously, aiding their cause when the urge took them, by groping either girl's tits... whose-ever were the nearest. A short time later, twin spurts of what I would imagine to be super- heated cum, spiralled across Nat's shocked face and Brianna's wiggling backside. This was the stuff of dreams! I cannot recall a greater release and there must have been many candidates for the honor. Presumably at the edited end of that session, a brief period of blackness heralded the onset of quite another evening. My guess would be several weeks later. Dear God, what had passed by necessity in the interim? It was a few moments before I could make out the full company - at least six people that I could see. Brad, Graham, Warwick, Connor, Jerry and Wayne. The only thing missing was - a girl! Not twenty seconds later however, a rotated shot showed the bedroom door open, ushering in Natalie in her long winter coat. Understandably I suppose, the center of attention immediately, she was the recipient of several hugs and kisses. I didn't see anything worse than that. Without audible dialog it is interesting to speculate on what was being said or orchestrated but the six men suddenly formed a small circle around Natalie just a few feet this side of Warwick's huge bed. It was at the point she removed her coat that I almost slipped from the recliner in total shock. Standing there in one of the skimpiest and most revealing of bikinis that any entrenched paedophile could wish to lay eyes on, I was struck dumb. She had quite obviously to have put that on in her bedroom here before she left and simply covered it up with her coat. What must she have been thinking when she said "Bye dad, try not to be home too late," as she flitted out that night, knowing what she had on underneath? Whether she knew ahead of time there were going to be six men at Warwick's that night, I can't ever know, but the tape offered little suggestion that either she was surprised by the numbers or even intimidated by them. Standing there giggling by all appearances and completely at the mercy of six adult male's fantasies, they appeared to close ranks around her and I could see clearly hands beginning to fondle her breasts, arms slipping around her fully naked waist, hands dropping lower to cup her sex greedily. Brad I could see was slipping his fingers down the back of her bikini pants quite obviously having a comprehensive feel of her bum. Others were kissing her passionately - she must have been so hot! The circle backed off and some of them were clearly talking to her - asking something. I watched as my daughter submissively got down on the carpet on all fours, her breasts in that position just about hanging free from the bikini I would imagine and those skimpy red pants stretched taut across her now well elevated bottom. Connor was the first to break the circle and moving up behind her, knelt down and just began rubbing her backside softly --feeling his way around the curves, one hand slipping suddenly between her legs as she knelt there. I wished I could have seen her face clearly. I watched mesmerised as he undid the little bows holding her top together before pulling it free and letting it fall to the floor. Several men then moved in and began fondling her breasts wantonly - others kneeling down and kissing her again. Connor just crouched behind her, tugged her bikini pants right down and pulling out his not inconsiderable erection, pushed hard into her. Still on her knees, she let him fuck her like that, clearly pushing her hips back to accommodate his thrusts. He had a hand on either hip and was getting maximum penetration as could be seen. Even without sound, it was evident at the point he came in her, His repeated thrusts had caused her to kneel there now right down on her forearms - as complicit a sexual partner as one could wish for. No sooner had he finished than Brad replaced him and he took her down the hard road, holding her around the waist whilst thrusting into her big time. One after the other - she had no respite. By the time Jerry was up, she was just kneeling there, legs way apart, bottom suitably elevated and giving every appearance of begging for it. Those having completed their tour of duty earlier, were either wanking themselves to nirvana, or pulling her nipples with unchecked abandon. After all six had taken her, they pulled her to her feet and tossed her on the bed. Brad retrieved her bikini pants and had her pull them back on. They left her topless however, more than likely because all then took turns sucking her breasts and molesting whatever they were of a mind to molest. Nat certainly didn't seem to care a whole lot. That appeared to change though at the point Connor, I think it was, began asking her to do something that was not immediately obvious. A couple of them began rubbing her pussy through that tiny bikini and it dawned on me what they were trying to get her to do - masturbate herself in front of them all. Can't say what logic or persuasive powers they used, but I was beyond awestruck when she just suddenly stood up on the quilt, teasingly eased her pants down, revealing to her vitally interested audience a fully shaved pussy (which I had never known her to have... .talk about coming prepared!) which she then began rubbing softly. Using both hands she slipped two fingers inside her vagina and began frigging herself in awesome wide-screen color.. The whole assembly was riveted by the performance and most extricated their erections and wanked along with her, myself included. What else could you do? That she brought herself off cannot be in doubt. Her whole body shook as the orgasm took its toll of her vaginal area. She was even pulling her own nipples in ecstasy as the pleasured waves washed over her. There was quite a deal of airborne cum also, so I would be estimating Warwick had a fair bit of dry cleaning to attend to later. I would have thought this might have lessened the group's ardor for all things debauched but in fact it seemed to catalyse the assembly into yet more practical applications. Natalie was obviously there to be fucked and that reluctantly is the truth of the matter. Sitting neatly on the bed now after her strenuous and highly visible work-out,, both arms around her knees, Natalie was pulled across first one lap and then another, allowing herself to be openly kissed and fondled by some, fully penetrated by others. Some tableaux were quite inventive. Whilst seated on Wayne's lap for instance - her back to him, both his hands clearly rubbing and squeezing her breasts and nipples rather obscenely while she wriggled about, her bottom doing wonders for his dick one assumes, Connor knelt down right in front of her on the quilt and extricating his still actively interested seven inches or so, managed to get it in her front on, proceeding then to fuck her hard up against Wayne's chest. What I would have given for a Dolby soundtrack! Having been passed around and fucked yet again by most everyone, including a session on the coverlet when she just got down on her knees and elbows again, bottom high in the air, clearly encouraging anyone of a mind to, to fuck her for as long or as hard as they wished, the party began to break up. Not a man there could possibly have had more than a thimbleful of cum left in reserve, the majority of it either inside Nat's hot and stretched little pussy or adorning her face, breasts, bottom or thighs somewhere. The last scene on that session showed Natalie sliding off the bed having retrieved her bikini remnants and heading for the bathroom. Simply knowing that she must have come home that night stockpiled with cum and just clad in a skimpy (and slippery) little bikini beneath her winter coat, completely fractured my sanity. I would be betting her fingers had free license that night after she went to bed. It was way past 2.30.a.m. by this time - I wasn't sure how much more of Natalie's sexual debasement I could take. Besides I had already come twice myself, which in many ways branded me as an accessory to my daughter's ultimate humiliation. - however much she was a willing party to it. I figured I'd watch one more "session" before turning in. Suddenly assaulted audibly by a cacophony of sounds - rustles and people murmuring, I realised that Warwick must have upgraded his spy-cam. Jesus Christ, what was I going to hear? I could make out five people this time, but aside from Warwick and Jerry, I didn't recognise anyone. They weren't Harper fathers as far as I could tell. The scene broke up and was restored at the point I saw Natalie arrive. Dressed in tight jeans and a loose top - this was definitely a new look for her. She looked so small though in the company of those men, most of whom were well over six foot. I have to say with her hair a little longer, a hint of mascara and lipstick, some pretty earrings and glossed nails - she was every man's dream. I heard one of the men introduced to Natalie as "Bill," another "Jim,"... couldn't get the third name. "Anyone got any special "requests," Warwick asked the group. "Yeah," replied the one I heard referred to as "Bill," "I'd like to put her over my knee and spank her butt." I saw Natalie shaking her head. "C'mon little lady," Bill was saying, "Park yourself across my knee here," he sat down in a nearby chair grinning. "All little girls your age like a spanking - just through your jeans love," He patted his knee. Coerced by the other four, I watched as Nat caved-in to public demand and draped herself rather prettily across the man's knee. He rested a hand on the seat of her pants. "That's one hot little tushy," he laughed, patting her there exploratorily. The first couple of smacks were lightweight, although Natalie yelped and wriggled. The third was way harder and Natalie's "Owwww" was no exaggeration I suspect. He definitely liked paddling young girls! Watching her taut little bottom bouncing around beneath his hand was doing wonders for most every one I imagine. "That's enough," Nat cried, "It's hurting me." Grabbing her shoulders suddenly, Bill called out to his audience, "One of you guys - pull her jeans down would you? I want to spank her on the panties." There were no shortage of takers and loosening her belt beneath her, Jerry and the other guy, managed to tug her jeans down below her bottom while she wriggled frenetically on Bill's lap. "That's better - sexier too," he grinned, leering now at her tight little black panties as they clung to her in all the right places. He delivered two impressive spanks to her firm cheeks. "C'mon that's really stinging," Nat yelped, fully aware of course that every eye in the place was zeroed-in on her sexy little backside. Bill delivered three more hard spanks before letting her up. She pulled her jeans up, rubbing her bottom furiously. If I knew Natalie - it had turned her on unbearably. "Strip to your panties love," asked Jim hopefully. I could hardly believe it... he didn't even have to ask her twice. Standing near the bed, she undid the buckle once more, tugged her zip down and wriggled out of her jeans right there in front of them. " "Your top too sweetheart," added Warwick. At the point she discarded that also, she was just standing there in her matching bra and knickers swaying slightly - five pairs of eyes stripping her completely no doubt, if not worse. Let's see your tits honey," muttered Jim, one hand already idly caressing his crotch area. The fact hadn't escaped Natalie I would suggest. With noticeable hesitation, she undid the clasp behind her back, slipped the straps down her arm and teasing everyone unmercifully, gradually exposed her breasts and nipples. As the tiny bra fell to the floor she held her hands across her chest. "None of that sexy," called out Bill from across the room, "We want to see your nipples girl. As she dropped her arms, a collective gasp went up around the room. With good reason I can vouch! "Turn around for us love," someone said. I couldn't make out who. As she turned around slowly, obviously quite comfortable with her risky predicament, the full arousing beauty of her feminine shape was displayed for all to see. Beautiful curved waist, flared hips, tight little ass and most beguiling of all, her proud, though quite small breasts and semi-erect dark brown nipples. Someone whistled. I would have to have fucked her myself if I had been there. "Let's get her panties off," suggested Jerry - I think it was! "She got as far as mouthing the word "Nooo" but by then, they had seized her around the waist, someone was holding her arms while Jim and the other un-named guest began tugging her panties down to her ankles. In a moment she was completely naked. There was to be no more orderly behavior. Dropping to their knees, Jerry began kissing her flush on the pussy, while Bill was lovingly caressing her backside and slipping a finger up into some place I don't think he should have! Warwick was kissing her lips, one hand groping her left breast while, from what I could see, Mr Whatever-his-name-was, was kneading her right breast and feeling his way down the flat of her abdomen to some seriously interesting features. Jim meanwhile, obviously a legs man, was feeling his way up the inside of her thighs in no great hurry. I was interested to see what might happen when they all arrived at her pussy at the same moment - including Jerry's lips. If you have the slightest idea how aroused this was making me - well no, you couldn't have. We're talking total loss of speech here, catatonia, early Alzheimers! No one could watch their daughter being so crudely fondled and molested, without totally losing it. Easing her on to the bed - well they had to really, Bill was in no condition to take things slow and easy. "Hold her legs wide," he said to no-one in particular, before shucking off his pants and kneeling between her splayed opening, that as it happened, Jim and Warwick were now in charge of. Pushing himself hard into her, the other four watched mesmerised. Natalie simply made a noise like "Ohhh" before settling back and letting the man have his turbo-charged way with her. He fucked her with a capital "F." It looked to me almost as if she were crying although even then I suspect it would have been in ecstasy rather than pain. Both breasts were bouncing around freely as he pumped her, well up to the point two of them leaned forward and began suckling her at the same time. I would be prepared to swear I heard her give several little gasps of pleasure right at that juncture. Speaking of pleasure, Bill most assuredly had his. "God what an awesome fuck," I heard him enunciate, as he began donating his seed to the four winds inside her. Even as he withdrew, Natalie made no pretense at closing up her legs. Well you can understand that I suppose - under the attending circumstances! Warwick ditched his nipple-sucking activities and having extricated his penile instrument, knelt between my daughter's legs looking for the exact right entry- window. The sexy smile Natalie gave him at that moment made me sick. Warwick of all low-lifes. Still, as I said earlier, I suppose when you're a young girl on heat, getting yourself routinely fucked by an appreciative audience, a cock's a cock - whoever the owner. Although having obviously fucked Natalie many times before, Warwick showed no hint of boredom. In fact - if the truth be known, he had her crying out in passionate appreciation of what he was doing to her. Oblivious I would say to all the other hands caressing her hips, her tits ..even her hair, she left no one in any doubt - Warwick especially, at the point she began literally screaming... "Fuck me harder... harder!!" I splattered the arm of the recliner for the third time that night! Incredible as I found it... no one yet had wanked over her. More than likely, they were all saving it for their own big moment. Jerry was about to have his. Now I know Jer had always harbored extremely hot fantasies about Natalie - even before he met her. During our closing weeks of Harper Valley, somehow he never had much in the way of opportunity to indulge his dreams with her. Tonight was to be pay back! With cum leaking freely out of her pussy now - an aspect well covered by the overhead spy-cam incidentally, she looked mildly surprised when after replacing Warwick, Jerry took a hold of her wrists and pulled her up to a sitting position (Did that highlight her cleavage or what??) before coercing her to get on her hands and knees for him right in the middle of the bed. Can you grasp how hot that looked and what that must have been doing in terms of the men's testosterone. All of them took turns at smoothing their hands over her bottom while she wriggled there, wholly submissive and utterly compliant. Jim and Warwick took the opportunity to cup her breasts and to knead both nipples as they must have been hanging down there in visual splendor. Jerry spread her legs but a fraction more, then just slipped in to her with all the ease one would imagine a sopping wet, stretched and three-quarters-filled pussy must offer. I could see Natalie tossing her head back in acute pleasure as she was taken to the heights. Gripping her tightly around the bottom, he literally rammed it hard up inside her. His own grunts were clearly audible as were Natalie's cries of unhinged pleasure. I was expecting her to pass-out at any moment. "Fuck Natalie, you and your sisters re the sexiest little girls on the planet" he mumbled, not ten seconds before he blew his every last sperm deep inside her. Natalie herself was just bucking with pleasure and thrusting back now fully uncontrollably... despite the fact Jer had long since finished. Gripped by her own orgasm she tossed her head from side to side and cried out for him to keep going. Just as well there were still two more sperm-banks- in-waiting queued up. Mr-Whatever-his-name, had his own preferences, and I have to say from the "complete voyeur's" viewpoint they weren't half bad.. Kissing Natalie as he manipulated her once again on to her back she was hot for it even before he penetrated her. Completely willing to be fucked in any position now, she just lay there breathing heavily as he grasped her legs beneath her thighs, pushing them up and backwards until her knees were almost pressing against her breasts, her bottom sat there unprotected and vulnerable while her pussy was now a gaping chasm... .even from overhead. "I'm going to soo fuck you sweetie," I heard him say as he moved in, holding his engorged cock like a battering ram - one that would inarguably have brought the walls of Troy to their knees. In hindsight, I don't think she had been fucked like that before. Many girls say that it makes them enormously sensitive and that it feels more submissive than any other position. Judging by the cries of unadulterated pleasure from both of them --that belief may have some credence. With her hair dripping wet from the exertion, I could see just how far he was entering her... you could actually hear it too. Forcing her legs back even further, her breasts and cleavage slick with sweat now, she was just a rag-doll as he fucked her almost into unconsciousness. The other four sat there almost speechless watching the spectacle unfold. I wasn't sure whether I should be crying or wanking at the sight. In the upshot, I did neither, choosing simply to watch my daughter receive the fucking of her young life. If the volume of cum is directly proportionate to the time expended delivering it - then I think he pumped some one hundred liters into her! Letting her legs down gently and withdrawing his cock from her procreative channel, no-one said anything much. I think everyone could count though and Jim was up whatever way you cut it! Well, Jimbo likes fucking girls in their panties - nothing wrong with that either, I find it ultimately rewarding myself. Panties mind, not a g-string. Having been tossed a towel by some thoughtful onlooker, she wiped her face and breasts to remove the excess dampness before wriggling back into her panties for her last partner. After a re-think, he wanted her bra on too. so she hooked that up for him as well.. How hot did her tits look just partially encased in those skimpy little cups. Seeking no more than the conventional missionary position, he seemed to take inordinate delight in playing with her panties. Firstly having her lie on her tummy so he could pull her knickers down marginally and just stare at her sexy little cleft. He then allowed his fingers to inch their way beneath the legs of her panties and feel up that rather delicate area just slightly south of her pussy and the other place. I could swear this was doing wonders for Natalie's libido also. Flipping her over, Jim began rubbing her pussy hard through the sheer material encouraged by her hip movements and tendency to move her legs apart slightly. He began fondling her breasts which made Natalie gasp and squirm. "For God's sake fuck the girl Jim," Bill called out to him. Holding his erection, which was not huge by any means so far as I could see, he then knelt down, placed a cushion beneath her bottom to elevate her pussy, and taking a hold of her panties, drew the material to one side which gave everyone a somewhat arousing view of Natalie's very naughty ingress. Already she was moaning like an entrenched slut and was more than hot for it. Pushing into her, he released her panties which made no difference to his continuing penetrations. Fucking her gently but consistently, he began pulling her bra straps down her arms slowly un-encasing her hot little globes. I could see her watching his every move with pleasured appreciation. As both nipples were exposed, she let out a small yelp of fake-shock which only encouraged him further. Tugging her bra right down now, he exposed her breasts in their entirety as he began fucking her harder, while squeezing and rubbing her tits with relish. I couldn't hear what he was muttering as he worked his mission, but I caught the odd words "dirty slut," "hot little cunt," you get the general idea I think! At peak revs now, he had her shivering and pleading. Just how full of cum that hot little pussy must already have been, I was thinking. He aimed to fill the thing to overflowing it appeared. Driving himself hard into her. Natalie's hands were up over her head now as she approached her own release once again. It was a doozie - for both of them. Not content with filling her "hot little cunt" as he so eloquently put it, he managed to squirt such residual cum as he possessed all across the front of her panties. It looked quite sexy too as I recall. It was now only a matter of an hour or so before daylight. I had to get some sleep so reluctantly I ejected the cassette pending its further evaluation. How much was I tempted to find my way to Natalie's bedroom? You have no idea! Fact is, I did run the rest of the tape a couple of nights later. I don't think though, I could ever bring myself now to divulge its contents. To say she was introduced to "the dark side" is to graphically understate the unrelentingly grim sexual exploits she was subjected to in those coming weeks. (c) Peter_Pan 2006 Author’s Note 2: A sequel of sorts to this recollection, entitled "Echoes of Watergate" has been completed and will be included in the forthcoming book "Harper Valley: A Postscript" due for release July 2006. More information closer to the date will be published on the Harper website: http://www.geocities.com/worldofpeter_pan/HV_Blog.html "The Complete Harper Valley" meanwhile is available at: http://www.lulu.com/content/106537 *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 43