Harper Valley: Pleasure Dome

Meanwhile, back on the trestle – cute Louise Archer was
having the time of her life. Giggling uncontrollably as
the man fondling her breasts with delirious enthusiasm,
whispered something to her, she suddenly found herself,
or rather her hot little pussy, a custom-made
receptacle for the special-delivery being undertaken by
the rather tightly-wound gentleman driving up hard
between her legs behind her. Probably not in the
original script, but accompanying his orgasmic
crescendo, young Louise’s bottom cheeks received
several hard spanks. Her father nodded his approval.

Kylie, up until now a silent observer, gasped and
whispered something to Jenna. Her sister muttered some
inaudible reply before putting her arm around her
sister’s shoulder. Simply that little gesture upped the
temperature locally.

Louise was flipped-over on to her back and the men
moved around one place. All very orderly. Brad began
now fondling his daughter’s breasts that were
completely adrift from her tattered bra and which were
sporting a pair of exceptionally erect nipples.

The father who had just completed his ‘tour of duty’
took his place the far side of the trestle, holding
Louise’s arms way up behind her while the incumbent
intercoursee pushed the girl's knees up and wide on the
very edge of the table. Any third party was now privy
to an extraordinarily penetrative view of sticky white
cum dribbling out of the young girl’s hot and inviting
teen slit, framed as it was by tight little brownish
curls, clustered at that angle in a neat little "V."

Louise appeared a little flushed while looking
distinctly yummy, lying there on her back, her
shoulder-length newly come-by reddish hair being tossed
every which way, as she reacted sexily to what was
being done to her by the tactile trio. I wasn’t
expecting anything much to distract my concentration
right about then but there again I hadn’t bargained on
Kylie slipping her hand up inside Jenna’s panties
either!

Talk about a double-take! Never having seen either
daughter so much as "look" at each other in any
suggestive way, this was unchartered territory. I saw
Brad Archer’s expression as he glanced our way, it was
all he could do to steady himself at the table. Jenna
looked momentarily shocked at so forward a gesture by
her sister but certainly appeared to have little
inclination to dislodge her hand.

"Kylie!" she gasped, shifting her hips perceptibly as
her sister’s hand obviously brushed across the front of
her knickers on its way to Zion. I have to admit for a
few seconds there, Louise was a forgotten commodity.
With her skirt pushed indecently high, Jenna’s light
blue knickers were revealed to all, in their totality.
She just looked down as Kylie slipped her hand beneath
the light cotton material and started rubbing the front
of her pussy. Which of them was hotter I wouldn’t like
to have guessed.

As Louise really began to get fucked seriously, she was
moaning and spreading herself even wider and the effect
this was having on my two was nothing short of
dynamite. Jenna lay back in the couch and slipped her
own fingers inside those hot little panties, thus
giving inarguable credence to the old saying "two hands
are better than one." The escalating sexual tension
between the two girls needed some tangible release, in
consequence of which as one, they turned their heads
towards each other and began kissing passionately.

That was my cue to lose it. My erection was primed, my
direction assured. Which one I took first didn’t matter
much to me at that juncture. Right about then however,
two shadows loomed large, even as my hand entered the
air-space created by the open zip of my pants. No less
a duo than George and Warwick!

"Well, well, well, what do we have here!" gushed
Warwick, instantly befuddled by the sight confronting
him. "You’ve taught them well Noel," he added, kneeling
down in front of Jenna’s well-spread legs, intent
obviously on a wide-screen view of the work in
progress. Both girls continued kissing unconcernedly,
although Jenna was beginning to wriggle and moan now
between kisses as their joint finger-work moved into
overdrive. Leaning forward, Warwick gently fondled
Jenna’s left breast which made her gasp slightly.

"God, she has hot little tits," he muttered, rubbing
softly the other breast. "This is Jenna isn’t it?" he
asked. I nodded...just about rendered speechless by the
sight before me.

George also knelt down now and began pushing Kylie’s
skirt higher up her thigh. She stopped kissing Jenna
long enough to give him the sexiest of looks before
opening up her own legs just slightly. I wasn’t going
to be on-site here for quite a while it would seem.

Glancing behind me on the trestle, Louise was in the
grip of her own all-consuming orgasm now as the man
fucking her, responded to that last bugle call. Brad
was not far behind in terms of involvement, telling him
"Fuck her Drew, fuck her little cunt for me," as he
continued fondling his daughter’s breasts and pulling
her nipples almost with an untamed savagery. He was I
noticed though, keeping a close eye concurrently on the
progress of my two girls.

Gripping Louise beneath her knees and spreading them
painfully wide, Drew emptied his own private little
sperm-bank into the youngster’s pussy, adding
presumably to the substantial deposits already made.
Louise simply lay there, a spent force. The cum
trickling out of her now and on to the table looked so
damn hot! As the others released her, she slowly sat
up. No girl ever had a more satisfied expression on her
face as she looked around for her panties!

Jenna meanwhile couldn’t care less about her panties or
who could see them. All she cared about was reaching
the plateau and by the looks of things, she was but
milliseconds from that aspiration. Once in a while
between gasps and wriggles, she smiled at Warwick. The
hottest little smile that must have been cranking his
erection up just that extra inch or so. It certainly
was mine!

Even as Warwick slipped his hand up under her top and
found I imagine, the softest of little mounds beneath
her tiny bra – she gave a little squeal of ecstasy and
clutched at her pussy with both hands. Kylie kissed her
on the lips and they both shared the moment.

George it seemed, had plans for his own moment with
Kylie since he had her skirt now indecently high and
was rubbing her knickers pretty much dead center. He
looked up at me. "They are so alike aren’t they?’ he
murmured.

I wasn’t sure whether he meant visually or from a
desirable viewpoint. He couldn’t have meant from a
knickers perspective since Jenna had on her skimpy blue
school briefs and Kylie had dug out another pair of her
hot little black g-strings that if the truth be known,
I wanted to see George remove at the earliest
opportunity.

At this moment, I noticed Warwick whispering something
to Brad Archer who had wandered over. Before you could
say "Hey that’s my daughter guys" they had a hold each
of Jenna’s arms, pulled her to a standing position and
propelled her the three metres or so to the now vacant
trestle. While Warwick pushed her face-down from the
waist-up across the table, Brad grabbed hold of her
wrists the other side and held her there.

Jenna was now stretched out like a naughty schoolgirl,
her short skirt unable to provide the modesty that its
hot little owner may have wished. That is to say the
view from the rear – her rear especially, was all good
news, with her knickers tantalisingly visible beneath
the hemline – so taut was the material across her
shapely little bottom.

The picture of rampant innocent desire was completed by
virtue of the fact one of her shoes had slipped off,
leaving her barefoot and the other was just dangling
from the end of her foot by one strap.

Jenna was obviously shocked and turning her head to me,
cried out "Dad!...help me!"

That was easily accomplished – I gave her a hard smack
right across that hot little bottom. She gave out an
"Ouch...that hurt dad!" which was obviously designed to
elicit a follow-up. I didn’t disappoint her. She
wriggled her bottom in a fake show of pain as Brad
pulled even tighter. Bent right across the edge of the
trestle now which exposed another two inches or so of
blue panties, she simply couldn’t have looked any more
vulnerable. Warwick asked if he could spank her – who
was I to disappoint a fellow degenerate.

Probably not wanting to hurt her, his first smack
barely drew a gasp but he got his act together for the
second. Jenna squealed and cried out "No
more...please!" He gave her three more and watching her
bottom recoiling from the contact – I all but creamed
myself. Warwick had stopped and had a hold of her skirt
obviously wanting to pull it right up – he turned and
looked at me. What could I do? I nodded.

Jenna let out a long "Noooooooo!" but it was far too
late – her knickers completely exposed now, I looked
around to see if there was an audience.

Stuff the audience...all I saw was Kylie...was it
Kylie...could that possibly be my sixteen-year old
daughter on the lounge behind me? George had her on her
back lengthways, top pushed up and her breasts free
from her bra. Her right leg was on the floor and the
other balanced precariously on the back of the lounge.

I think we’re talking there an angle of at least one
hundred and eighty degrees! Such was it anyway, that he
had no need of removing her g-string – entry was by
invitation only!

To say that he was fucking her would be to understate
the matter. He was in fact sinking his erection into
her to the max and to their obvious totally oblivious
pleasure. Kylie was just about out to it...simply
murmuring something inaudible and pushing up with her
hips to each thrust. George was sweating somewhat
whilst alternately groping her breasts, leaning forward
to suck them or just holding her tight around the hips.

Watching this living furnace, I did something I would
never contemplate doing in polite company. I just
pulled ‘old faithful’ out and began working it right
alongside them – Jenna could wait. I wasn’t the only
one. Another man, fully entranced by the sight there on
the lounge retrieved his erection from its captive
state and was stroking himself beside me.

Mid-thrust, Kylie opened her eyes and seeing what I was
doing, simply smiled that hot little smile she has and
reached out to me. It was certainly to be an afternoon
of firsts. Taking hold of my erection she just
whispered "Let me Dad," and then began sliding her
small hand up along the shaft.

I cannot satisfactorily convey to you the intense
pleasure of having my daughter do that to me while in
the position she was, of having her hot little pussy
fucked senseless right before my eyes. I managed a
quick glance behind me which merely shredded my last
few strands of sanity. Still over the trestle, Warwick
had stopped spanking Jenna but had his hands up between
her legs which he had parted further and was groping
and rubbing her right through her panties as she
writhed and squirmed beneath his touch.

Her bottom was almost in his face as he knelt there and
Brad I noticed, was availing himself now of the
opportunity to grope her breasts with one hand while
holding her firmly with the other. At the angle she was
spread-eagled, he would have had a to-die-for view down
her top anyway – just a matter of slipping a hand in
either side. You could say they were enjoying her.

Kylie meanwhile was at flashpoint, although the tape
was officially broken by the gentleman on my right who
simply spurted suddenly one huge hot stream of cum all
over Kylie’s lower abdomen as she gasped. George began
to fill her - quite vocally I don’t mind saying, as
Kylie finished up my tour of duty also...resulting in a
jismic fountain clean across her face... the residue I
bequeathed her nipples... well at least the one that
George wasn’t playing with.

Kylie herself was just crying out, "Oh, Oh God dad,"
before she responded to her lover’s performance with a
passionate kiss. George, myself and the third
contributor all began then to rub whatever cum we could
find well into her breasts, abdomen and pussy while she
lay there wriggling and just being plain sexy.

Speaking of which, Warwick was still running his own
show, Seeing me turn round, he took a hold of her
knickers up atop her hips and just looked at me
enquiringly. "Can I?" he said. I nodded acquiescence.
As he pulled them down to her knees, Jenna gasped
"Noooo... leave my panties on, please!"

Like any of us were going to cover up that wondrous
scene before us - a fifteen year old girl with her cute
little ass unveiled... quite red too from its earlier
treatment. Warwick gave in to temptation and gave her
just one hard spank. God Damn...that was so hot to
watch! Jenna cried out "Ouch... that hurts..." but was
immediately silenced as Warwick reached beneath her,
tugged her knickers right down and off then quite
obviously located her pussy with a couple of fingers.

"Nooooo... please!" she cried but tellingly making no
attempt to close up her legs. She glanced around and
saw me watching. "Dad, are you going to let him do this
to me?"

"Sorry sweetheart," I said, "I have temporary
paralysis... can’t seem to move anything. Just make the
best of it baby." I was in awe of the moment – watching
as Warwick began rubbing her slit and quite obviously
her clitoris really hard. "Jesus, your daughter is so
wet," he muttered.

Involuntarily Jenna spread her legs more and began
breathing irregularly. Kylie was sitting up and hugging
herself as she watched her sister’s progress. George
was beside her, one arm around her shoulder and idly
caressing her right breast. For Jenna, it only got
better... or worse, depending on who’s viewpoint you’re
taking.

Brad was stretching her while still groping both
breasts with one hand and between them Jenna was simply
losing it. After another couple of minutes intense
fondling and fingering I heard her say what I never
thought I would hear from the lips of my little girl.
"Oh God... fuck me Warwick... I’m soo hot."

It wasn’t like he needed to be asked a second time.
This was nature at its basest. He just stood behind
her, got his cock out lifting her hips high...both feet
of the ground and just pushed up hard. If I didn’t know
better, I would say that Jenna was using her spare hand
to guide it in to her.

On a par with what George was doing to Kylie just
moments earlier, Warwick was now fucking my daughter
with little gentility but with considerable abandon. I
noticed George’s hand slip back down between Kylie’s
thighs as he watched and God, who can be surprised? He
found the right spot I would think as she slipped her
own hand up her skirt to join his. Jenna was crying out
unashamedly and without the slightest inhibition now,
"Oh fuck me, fuck me please," and Warwick got the
message.

"You are soo damn sexy Jenna," he yelled out, quite
stating the obvious and at which point he had what
appeared to be a release of awesome reality – several
megatons at least. She took the lot, whimpering as he
thrust it well up inside her. No longer needing to be
held, Brad nuzzled up to her and kissed her really hard
as Warwick regained control of his actions, simply
pumping the last of his cum quite gently into her.

Pulling out of her, Warwick just pushed her gently
forward so she was resting face down on the trestle...
she didn’t even bother pulling her skirt down, so spent
was she. One breast was fully exposed where Brad had
obviously taken a few (understandable) liberties. Just
watching her pull her skimpy little bra up to cover it
was so damned arousing.

Suddenly remembering I had told Larissa that I would be
back to spend some time with her I looked behind me and
asked George where she was. Snuggled up as he was with
Kylie, the two of them misbehaving on a grand scale
judging by my daughter’s sighs and giggles, it took a
while to get his attention.

Even then, all he could do was shrug his shoulders
which indicated either that he didn’t know or wasn’t
that interested anyway. Glancing back at Jenna I
noticed that Brad and Warwick were moving around the
table – I figured she would just have to handle
whatever was coming the best way she could – I think a
lot was coming! I left them all to it.

Couldn’t see Larissa anywhere in the marquee but I did
see something equally arresting. The other side of the
tent, Susie had linked up with another young mother
whose name I learned was Stephanie and who had a
fourteen year old daughter somewhere in the vicinity.
If she looked anything like her mom, I had to find her
later! Right that moment though, I rather doubt her
daughter’s grid-reference was the exact topic on her
mind.

In company with another youngish looking father, the
three of them had in their midst a remarkably cute and
predominantly undressed girl who I doubt was much older
than Tanya. Now to describe this tableau with any
readable accuracy requires some orderly presentation of
the facts.

I think I will start from the left-hand side. Now that
would be Stephanie. Short, almost page-boy styled hair
(not unlike Mia Farrow during her Sinatra phase)
surrounding a pretty heart-shaped face, she was the
most ‘dressed’ of the group. Probably also the most
misbehaved.

With both hands inside the little girl’s panties, she
was definitely not checking them for a good fit! Just
one hand down the front and the other way down her
backside, one could only guess at their final
destination and to do that may well render the ponderer
temporarily insane.

Certainly the young lady had no objections to the
placement of Stephanie’s fingers, in fact she was
wriggling her hips in such a manner as would suggest
all bases were duly covered. To Stephanie’s right and
side-on to the little ash-brown blonde, the man was
engaging her in some seriously engrossing lip-action.

With her arms entwined about his neck, as if daring him
to back-out from their two-way commitment, he was able
to reach under and around her and manipulate to his
evidently great pleasure, her barely developed breasts
which judging by the girl’s engorged nipples – were
responding with a vengeance.

And then there was Susie herself. Stripped to her bra
and panties, both straps hanging loose down her arm and
realistically just acting as a tease more than any
support, she had one arm around the girl’s waist that
in itself was hot as hell, while the other was holding
the man’s erection well clear of his zip.

Kneeling as she was, she wasn’t so much sucking him as
giving him the blow-job of the century. All four of
them were so engrossed in their pleasurable pursuits
the tableau heaved and writhed in lustful motion. E was
equalling a lot more than MC squared!

Talk about ‘No room at the Inn.’ With at least four
people lined up to take up the slack, I couldn’t see
much immediate future joining the queue and anyway I
really did want to find Larissa.

I didn’t have to fall back on any great detective work.
I found her in the company of wolves just to the side
of the entrance-way. I have to say that seeing her
being mauled and quite frankly "used" rather than
"loved" caused my hackles to distend.

Whilst it would be an inaccurism to suggest she was
"suffering" as such, her cries of, "Oh! Oh! Ohhhh!" put
paid to that possibility, I took no pleasure in seeing
her naked on one guy’s knee while two others took their
turns fucking the bejesus out of her front on, while
the seated wolf fondled her breasts all the way to the
five winds. Just as I arrived, the guy between her legs
cut loose with his procreative fountain but contributor
B never even got back to the starting block, as I
pulled her to her feet and put my arm around her
protectively.

‘Mids’t grumbles of discontent, one of the pack asked
"Oh, is she your daughter?" I nodded and holding her
tight to me, her breasts crushed up against my shirt,
pointed out that the "interlude was at an end" and that
they best go in search of the next watering hole.

They ambled off, zipping themselves up, in a variety of
directions as I picked up her panties, bra and dress
and handed them to her. She was very quiet dressing and
just a little embarrassed I think. That being the last
emotion I wanted her to feel, I smiled at her, kissed
her and said, "It's OK sweetheart, you should have seen
my two a short time ago! I know what it’s like when you
get that hot... you just can’t control it... right?"

She nodded.

I led her outside the marquee and into another world.
The scent of jasmine and other natural shrubbery was a
major sensory stimulant. Nature’s own smelling-salts.
We sat on a small wooden bench near the rear fence and
just talked about a variety of things. Items so
incongruous given the frenetic activity being
transacted just the other side of that flap.

I told her I loved her and not to worry – I expected
neither vocalised requitement or her hand in marriage –
well unless things in the next few years really proved
a total let-down. She kissed me passionately and then
cried like the little girl she really was. Even between
sobs, she told me she loved me too and that the age-gap
didn’t matter.

I would have believed her, so genuine were her words
had it not been for my sense of the real-time and the
fact that in ten years or so she would be a beautiful
and desirable twenty-six year-old while I would be
staring down sixty and most likely an upgrade for my
pace-maker.

Right then the traditional bell sounded which meant for
a while all bets were off and time for refreshments –
God knows, most would be needing them. Holding her hand
we went back into the marquee. Barely had I stepped
inside when something smelling really nice flung its
arms around my neck. I looked down at that sweet little
face, happy expression and long blonde hair.

"Remember what you promised?’ Michelle whispered,
untangling herself and hugging Larissa around the waist
now.

"I remember," I told her, "And I always keep my
promises, especially to little cuties like you." I
added. Watching the two girls hug was stirring the old
libido.

"Have you been a naughty girl Michelle, like all the
rest of your friends?" I asked.

"Kinda," she said taking my hand and rubbing it against
her breasts suggestively.

"Thought so," I replied, giving her a quick fondle,
"Well, tell you what sweetie, soon as recess is
finished. I’ll be over OK?" She gave me the cutest
smile and went across to Jerry who had just called out
to her.

"She’s really pretty," said Larissa. "Do you get her
hot?"

"Not the way you get me hot Larissa," I answered quite
truthfully. "She’s a lovely kid but I’m having a lot of
fantasies about just one particular girl these days.
She’s about your age, your height, same color hair and
wouldn’t you know it ? – same little freckle half-way
up her thigh."

She kissed me then and I melted. God damn – how’s Kylie
gonna manage having a step-mother just two months older
than her?

I noticed both Kylie and Jenna walking towards us and
neither would have convinced any Highway Patrolman of
their sobriety. Their skirts and tops were both creased
and their hair in need of mirror. Flushed to the hilt,
I thought it best not to enquire about their recent
experiences. Their unsteady gait said it all. Some
fathers somewhere had quite obviously just had the time
of their lives. Giggling as they always seemed to be
doing these days, both collapsed into my arms.

"Want to go home girls?" I asked. That sobered them up!

"What!? No dad!" came the answer in unison. Definite
sluts in the making!

Larissa smiled to herself. All four of us found a
vacant lounge and flopped down on it. Interesting I
thought that Jenna and Larissa sought out each other’s
hand. I mentioned once before I recall, just how much
"communication and unspoken language" passes hand to
hand. Here I was watching it happen. Nothing overtly
sexual – purely natural and very arousing for some
reason.

A couple of Chardonnays later – even the girls had a
glass of wine each, the refreshments were cleared away
and I had to leave the three of them sitting together –
though for how long that situation might remain was
open to speculation – and go find Michelle. Even as I
got up, Jerry and two other men were on their way over
– they sure as hell weren’t going to ask them all to
dance.

Shelley, as she likes to be called, was waiting for me
by the entrance. Hands behind her back, young breasts
thrust forward and the glow of youth on her face. She
was an angel.

"Your White Knight Miss," I announced, "Hot damsels a
specialty!"

For a moment she just looked up at me and I wanted her
so much. More than her body, everything she stood for.
Youth, softness, arousal, yes... even innocence –
nothing she had done had eroded that quality. Some
girls lose it all overnight, others you can’t put a
dent in it whatever you do to them! Michelle was at
that moment as pure to me as driven snow and as fresh.
I pulled her to me and being so short, my hugging her
lifted her clear off her feet. She weighed less than
Jenna even.

"So now sweetheart, what’s the plan?" I teased.

"She pulled me down and whispered animatedly, "Brianna
said I can "borrow" her bedroom for a while. C’mon."
She started tugging me towards the flap. I didn’t put
up too much resistance.

"Did she now?" I said, "Well that was right neighborly
of her." Michelle giggled.

Ushered through the rear door to the kitchen, Michelle
was obviously intimately familiar with the layout of
Warwick’s house. Propelling me up the stairs she almost
shoved me through the first door on the left.

A schoolgirl’s room quite obviously. Lots of soft
pinks, coverlets and fluffy animals adorning shelves
and chairs. It even smelt feminine with that delicate
odor of soap, perfume and general girl stuff. Just like
Kylie and Jenna’s bedrooms. Nothing on this planet is
as arousing as the scent and proximity of a teenage
girls domestic habitat – it is mind-alteringly
alluring.

"How do you want me?" she asked, sitting on the bed and
hugging her knees, that lovely little smile the star
attraction of a face Helen of Troy would have been no
competition for.

"I just want you sweetie," I answered, sitting
alongside her and kissing her lightly on the forehead.
She fluttered her little eyebrows quite subconsciously,
almost quizzically.

"Would you undress for me?" I asked her, "Just down to
your undies."

She had on a plain but figure-hugging short denim skirt
– but not for long. Slipping the zip down, she wriggled
out of it with consummate ease, kicking it off along
with her shoes. Those skimpy little red cotton panties
were doing wonders for my mental creativity.

I was kinda hoping the bra matched. Standing there as
she undid her top, I took in the creamy unblemished
skin, those wonderful slim hips and that delightful
inward curve between her legs that defied comparison
with anything man made. My fears were allayed – as the
tiny but effective red push-up bra was revealed. Coyly
she folded her arms across her cleavage.

Just kissing the very top of her sweet-smelling breasts
had her trembling. I cupped her around the bottom and
pulled her to me. Hot as every square inch of that
beautiful body was, all I really wanted to kiss at that
moment was her lips – the sexiest part of any girl’s
body for the practised realist.

Thus indulged, my motor-sensory system flipped over
into hyperdrive. I wanted her in bed naked. She made no
complaint as I reached behind her and unhooked her bra,
just standing there as I pulled her arms free of the
straps. Her perfectly formed little breasts jutted out
proudly and whether through natural embarrassment or
anticipation, her nipples hardened as I watched. As I
began to suck them one by one, she closed her eyes,
moaned very quietly and swayed perceptibly on her bare
feet.

The effect that sucking those nipples was having on me
should not be underestimated either. Incendiary-level
heat was developing and it was the work of some thirty
seconds to divest myself of trousers and shirt. Why I
kept my underpants on I have no idea... maybe I’m still
shy after all these years.

Michelle’s panties however were not for wearing and I
slipped them down as she stood there shivering. No girl
ever had prettier pubic hair and being a natural
blonde, those delicate little curls framing her pussy
would never need but the barest trimming all her life.

I lowered my head and kissed her right on the lips of
her pussy whose intoxicating scents all but relieved me
of my operating senses. Lifting the coverlet, I pulled
her under the bedclothes and hugged her to me. It being
Brianna’s bed additionally, heightened the sexual-
tease...God, if only she had been with us!

How anybody can prefer a mature girl in her twenties or
early thirties to a young teenager is beyond me. It
just doesn’t get hotter or sexier than this. How could
it? I pulled Shelley on top of me, and kissing her just
as passionately as I knew how, allowed my hands to
caress her soft hair, delicate neck and smooth
shoulders.

Tracing my fingers down her spine, across both bottom
cheeks and then gently spreading her legs astride me, I
allowed myself the luxury of patting her moist and very
available pussy. She wriggled on me and raising her
head a little, her long hair wafting across my face
which is such a delightful sensation, then looked at me
all pleading and innocent.

She didn’t have to say a word. Even as her nipples
pressed up against my chest wreaking such unique
pleasure, I slipped into her as easily as a key in a
well oiled lock. We didn’t say much – our bodies held
the entire conversation. As our urgency grew I turned
her on her side and just raised her left leg, giving me
full control and depth of penetration. It is so much
more intimate within the confines and limitations of
bedclothes.

It took but a few minutes for me to reach my own little
event horizon. I wanted to fill her on her back – still
the most vulnerable and arousing position when it comes
to delivering the goods. Seeing any girl in so
submissive a pose, especially with her legs pushed up
and wide really gets the job done for me. She shook as
I filled her to overflowing and even then continuing to
pump into her as I looked down at her pretty face.

Barely had we exchanged DNA samples when came a knock
at the door.

"You in there Michelle?" enquired a male voice.

"Yes, who is it?" she replied, half muffled by my
kissing her still.

"It’s Jerry – Brianna said you’d probably be up here.
Is Noel with you? I need to talk to him."

"I’m here Jer, come in," I replied – covering us both
up. Jerry opened the door and without waiting for an
invitation, sat himself down on the bed.

"Yeah well you two look pretty damn comfortable," he
grinned. "God I love that bed," he added, leaving
little confusion as to his meaning. Damn, Brianna was a
naughty girl! Jerry was continuing.

"Well we have a problem downstairs actually. We’re just
voting for the three girls that get to um, ‘entertain’
five men – you remember Noel, we all had Brianna a few
weeks ago," How could I forget? "Thing is, everyone
wants to vote for Jenna and Kylie as just one "set" of
twins – you know...have them together? How would you
feel about that?"

I had suspected this was coming, at the very least they
would have been picked separately anyway. I told him
I’d be down right away and to wait till I talked to
them. Jerry looked hopeful then got up and trudged out
the door.

Michelle, glowing from passion as well as bodily-fluid
exchange looked up at me.

"Are you going to let them do it?’

Now that really was the sixty four thousand dollar
question...was I? Firstly I had to go see if they
actually wanted to. Sadly, I already suspected I knew
the answer to that one. Even sadder, was the growing
realisation that my own voyeuristic preferences would
not be likely to hinder any such move.

I really was becoming one depraved SOB!


(C) Peter_Pan


AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Readers are advised that the concluding events that
round off what came to be known as the "Harper Valley"
period of our lives, can only be obtained now by purchasing
"The Complete Harper Valley."
(Available at: www.lulu.com/content/106537)

This is I stress a QUALITY publication that will not
disappoint. The book also contains other earlier
"episodes" that have not been submitted to this or any other
website.

For a period of just two weeks (ie until February 4th 2006)
2006) any reader who purchases the above book and who
can supply me at uds3@hotmail.com with their Lulu
order-number,will receive by return email, by way of
word.doc attachments, the three additional Harper Valley
"recollections" that for various reasons occurred AFTER
the book was published. They are: "Harper Valley: Last
Rites." "Ghosts of Harper Valley," and a very lengthy
recent compilation "Harper Valley Fallout" that runs to
some ten thousand words and which will leave you in
substantial need of some hard liquor - as it did me,
just a few weeks ago!

As I have oft intimated, if you are lucky enough to
have young daughters, love them to death, it is the
greatest gift this world has to offer!

PP