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(Mf, ped, inc, 1st, orgy) *** Released finally, Jenna struggled, still fully embarrassed, up to a sitting position, legs hunched tightly together now and her hands splayed protectively across whatever portion of her lower pussy might still be available to public scrutiny She didn't even seem concerned about her bare breasts or the talcum powder still in evidence on their upper surface and which created the least perceptible eddies of white dust as she wriggled about. To say she looked hot would be the understatement of the century. Kirsten, fresh from her own spectator-friendly dusting, moved across to her so that the two girls huddled together now in the center of the quilt, unmolested but ultimately coveted. Trust Brad to break the ice. "C'mon Jenna," he pleaded, one arm up wrapped around Chloe as he held her to him – unnecessarily high up around her chest area, not that she was complaining, "Don't close up those pretty legs now sweetie, specially after Sandy worked her butt off to give you the hottest little pussy in the house." Never one to leave confusion as to his meaning, Jenna just blushed and giggled nevertheless. Speaking of Sandy's butt however, it appeared to me she was reversing exactly that piece of her anatomy up against Warwick's crotch as they stood against the far wall. Not to be overshadowed in the creativity department, his hands I noticed, had dropped from her shoulders to her well delineated breast-line and were making progress in a southerly direction beneath her bra, that as yet was a totally unknown quantity, having yet to make its public debut. Connor I noticed, bequeathed many a concerned glance in his decidedly cute partner's direction, although it must be said, he had latched on to Larissa's waist rather firmly and was pulling her down onto his lap as he sat in the vacant chair behind the two of them. I was monitoring that situation carefully myself! Right at that second though to be honest, there really was no other girl in that room as far as I was concerned but Kylie. Clad only in her skirt and knickers that she had somehow found time and opportunity to retrieve from the far side of the room, I had her straddle my knee facing me. Smiling prettily, her love unconditional and I knew limitless, I was seized by an overpowering urge to just take her home... leave everyone else there to their own devices and then just fuck her to the edge of sanity in my own bed for the rest of the day and night. She has had that effect on me since first I spanked her shapely little bottom that hot summer evening when she was just fifteen and which was recalled you might remember in It Came Upon A Midnight Clear. As it was, I just looked at her. The perfection of her body – for such it is. Her beautiful face that for all her sexy exploits these past few months has retained (as have all three of them) a look of complete innocence somehow. To meet her, you would never doubt she was a virgin. As she sat there, her arms around my neck, her proud breasts jutting forward inviting my touch, I was struck by the fact that I was seeing her, perhaps for the first time, as a woman and not my daughter. The love I felt for her most certainly transcended the parental bond that existed. "What are you thinking dad?" she asked softly, those beautiful hazel eyes wide open, almost pleading. "I was thinking just how much I love you Kylie," I replied eventually and how I must be the luckiest man on this planet having you three for daughters." Looking at me quizzically for a moment she leaned forward and kissed me. "Make love to me dad," was all she whispered. Now there really was no-one else in the room! There was plenty going on around me but I wasn't watching. All I wanted was seated on my lap, her legs spread sufficiently to arouse, not enough to invite being labelled "tacky." As she fumbled beneath my zip, finally extricating that fascinating piece of equipment which had been instrumental in her own creation just seventeen years ago, I knew this was to be no frenzied coupling. She made it feel like my first time. I think in some ways it was. Holding her around her bottom I watched as she guided the head in between those wondrously soft lips, sighing but audibly, as my shaft sank deep inside her. Now I pulled her towards me as I leaned forward and kissed her breasts which made her arch her back in pleasure. So prominent were her nipples I began to suckle her like a child as I set up a deliciously rhythmic penetration. Once again I found, as others have commented of late, the quite obviously milky discharge from her nipples incredibly arousing and which caused me to suck her harder as I fingered her. For several moments we said nothing, just gazing at one another's escalating pleasure and fulfilling a need that would likely be damned by every behavioral-expert in the free world. This was no occasion to be yelling out "Fuck me dad," or "Love your hot little cunt Kylie," it was an occasion to say nothing and to feel everything. Frequently I would stop moving altogether just savoring the feeling of being deep inside her, while I caressed her breasts, her face, even her slender arms and shoulders. Each time I would recommence penetration she would let out a little gasp of pleasure. Eventually the urgency built in both of us and quite without the need to up the tempo to frenetic levels of animalistic rutting, we just let it peak. She came almost to the second that I parted company with several million chromosomes queued up at Mezzanine level - their boarding passes at the ready. Kylie and I have shared several beautiful moments both before and after this particular interlude. None though have quite reached the intimacy and complete integration of our inner-selves that was achieved at Connor's house that day. Speaking of Connor, he surely didn't have to be doing so thorough a job on Larissa's erotic zones? Goddammit, at least I was having the good taste to keep it all in the family! Watching with what one might term an almost hybrid emotional detachment - part anger, part arousal, part acceptance and full-time jealousy, I stared as Larissa lay back on him, everything but her knickers scattered to the four winds, as his hands groped her breasts rather lewdly while she herself, legs splayed like a ten dollar whore I rather cruelly observed, held her panties aside for him. Availing himself of her open invitation, his cock was sunk in her up to the hilt. He was fucking her senseless much to their joint pleasure. Was she I realised, any less guilty of lustful excess than myself... or even my own daughters? How must Kylie have looked sitting on her father's lap unable to get enough of his not inconsiderable erection up inside her? Despite having openly and unconditionally agreed to Larissa's total freedom at these get-togethers, it was obvious I really needed a few intense sessions of anger-management. With Kylie slumped now across my chest, just hugging me close and half asleep from her recent exertions, it gave me the opportunity to catch up visually on the state of play (as it were) wall to wall. To our left and pretty much at the foot of the bed on the floor, Chloe was learning way more from Brad than I would imagine she'd picked up in her first year at High School. With his hand down the young girl's top, he was doing things to her breasts and nipples that I don't think even the Kama Sutra covers. For her part, she was sitting there giggling, her dress far enough up her thighs to raise the blood pressure let's say. Whether he had gotten it out himself or had coerced Chloe to, the little girl was now sliding her hand up and down his very erect shaft. I don't think she was looking for lesions either. Brad was whispering inaudible words of encouragement and beginning now to pull the straps down her arms causing her to giggle more. Almost directly opposite was definitely the real deal as far as I was concerned, always assuming one can preclude the nefarious activities being enacted mid quilt by cute little Kirsten and my third daughter, whose shame would appear to recognise no boundaries apparently – more on this below! Natalie who quite obviously appears to be developing if not a crush then a profound liking for George's attentions, was sitting side-saddle on her white knight and allowing him to indulge his every fantasy – most of mine too! Her arms tightly around his neck, she was wriggling her bottom in unqualified pleasure as the hand well up beneath her skirt, was most likely inside her panties or applying pressure to some strategic areas along her San Andreas faultline. In the event of digitised entry, I was hoping George would not find too distasteful the recent sticky deposits left there, following Connor's somewhat insensitive but defining "rape" but forty minutes earlier. I've said this before but with George there is a clearly layered gentility, a sensed respect for each girl. Quite honestly I would be more than happy to have all three of them sleep with him together. That he would routinely fuck them stupid is a foregone conclusion but how culturally would it be transacted and how much would the three of them enjoy it? So long as I had Larissa in the other room, I would happily give up the main bedroom. Harper Valley On the Home Front, I'm thinking! As I watched, I could see it was Natalie herself seizing the initiative. If not the initiative, it was something equally interesting she had a hold of, to judge by George's suddenly angled vision downwards, not to mention Natalie's efforts to part her legs at least as far as that little skirt would allow. Goddamn it, she was inching her hips forward across his lap, her knees bent now, and quite obviously guiding George's pride and joy due west, presumably to join his fingers in their inter-vaginal work-out. She was actually letting him fuck her side-on! I made a mental note to try that myself when I got her home. Right at that moment though, Natalie looked across and seeing me gazing at her, smiled the hottest tease of a smile you ever saw, one that pretty much put Jenna's best efforts in the shade. The combination of Natalie's lovely flushed face and the fact that her hot little body was being so sweetly used and abused, was driving me to utter distraction. Had Kylie not been so flaked-out I would have taken her down the same road as her sister... only far less demurely! At the angle she was sitting, Natalie was having to do most of the work herself but this evidently was something less than a chore given the imminent pay-off. With her arms locked around his neck, as much to allow her bottom traction on his lap as anything else, she was making a series of hot little gasps and murmurs even as George commenced shunting her full of his own Vintage 04. Barely mid-delivery and he began to kiss her with what I knew to be genuine loving passion. It was as ritualistically moving as it was aesthetically arousing. Then, much as a cat brings in a mouse, fundamentally to demonstrate its prowess as a hunter, Natalie took George's hand and tugged it right up between her legs – quite obviously to allow him to feel up close and personal the likely saturated condition of her panties – the resulting outflow of course directly attributable to their shared inter-coital bliss. This wasn't doing my heart any good. Neither was what Graham was doing to Brianna. Stretched out on her back on the edge of the bed, he had persuaded both Jenna and Kirsten (not that Jenna would have taken much persuading) to defer their own little exploratories and to pull her top off, including the bra, then to hold Brianna's arms tightly over her head. With her hips literally on the edge of the quilt, he was in the process of divesting her of both her skirt and little cotton briefs (an activity I know Brianna always enjoys). Thus denuded, to say her situation looked vulnerable would be to state the obvious. Completely naked, she looked up at her captor with that 'helpless little girl' expression every man craves. Kneeling in front of her (and barely three feet from where Brad had his hands well up inside Chloe's panties performing various unsubtle insertions) he held Brianna's legs well apart - a move that merely highlighted her wonderfully curved mound and slit. It was the work of maybe three seconds to impale her with his weapon of choice. Unlike George's tender handling of Natalie – this was more akin to a Navy Seal taking out the nearest coastal defender. Even Brianna gasped as he pushed hard up into her. I could see Kirsten's little face creased with intrigue at her father's modus operendi – school was definitely in! Jenna whispered something to her pinioned friend as Graham began setting up his rhythm. Knowing her, it would have been something disgusting. Her perfectly shaped breasts were jiggling hard as he really unwound and began spreading her legs even wider. Not much affection in evidence, but you couldn't knock the passion on display. The fact he was paying either daughter of his, so little interest as he fucked Brianna silly, was a sure indictment of the value he ascribes to the need for work-place concentration. If I have given the impression Brianna was not enjoying her confinement then I must apologise. More than happy to be raped hard, she was using every girlish ploy to ensure her partner's on-going arousal. Whimpers, pleading looks, fake struggles, forward hip thrusts – the entire repertoire. I have no doubt she had his cock vaginally clamped and under threat of death if it didn't deliver the goods on time. She had no worries in that department however. He muttered something to the effect that she was the 'fuck of the decade' or words to that effect, and then simply jerked himself to a standstill filling her beautifully engineered little receptacle to the brim – and beyond. And then there was Warwick. Poor guy, so out of his depth a lifejacket would have been next to useless. A substantial contrast exists between helping to hold down a young schoolgirl and affording her pleasures the like of which she can only dream and squaring off against a virile and experienced little dervish in her mid-twenties who knows exactly what it takes to trip her wire. Warwick was finding out the difference! On his back and glancing around like he was waiting for roadside assistance, Warwick bore Sandy, down to her bare essentials, those being her wristwatch and earrings, astride him (never did get to see the color of her bra or panties). She was in control. Unable to see unfortunately that which Warwick must have been privy to, the view nevertheless was not hard to bear. Sandy's firm little bum rather pleasantly a-quiver as she rode her partner into the ground. Locked into a rhythm that appeared to be causing Warwick breathing difficulties, Sandy was arching her back in pleasure encouraging his digital exploration of her breasts. So into it was she, I couldn't help thinking it was just as well there were no heat-seeking missiles in the area. Kylie was beginning to stir slightly. Raising her pretty face she kissed me and muttered something like "Mmmm that was sooo nice dad!" Like I hadn't noticed? What I did notice right that second though was Brad suddenly materialising from God knows where, taking Kylie' hand and asking her if she would "like to spend a little time with him?" I was about to deflate the guy's dreams and ego – in that order, by suggesting he go take a long walk on a short pier, when who should I see standing unobtrusively if not a little nervously behind him... but Chloe. Shoving Kylie off with a quick "Have fun sweetheart," I patted my lap. I recall mentioning several episodes back that with the plethora of beautiful young fifteen and sixteen year old girls in the 'Valley' (not to mention at home) I had no interest whatsoever in the substantially under- age cuties, after all I was purporting to have some pride! Well, I lied! Looking at little Chloe standing there, despite Brad's insensitive treatment of her unassailably innocent body but minutes earlier, whatever strictures I had placed on my behavioral aspects were erased in nanoseconds. As she clambered up on to my knee I could but marvel at the quality control levels God has implemented in his cosmic planning and production area. "Well this is most pleasant," I said to her. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" Looking a little unsure of herself she simply replied, "Jenna said to come over and say hello to you." Making herself quite comfy and putting her arms around my neck, she inclined her head and whispered, "I didn't really like Mr Archer much. He's not very gentle is he?" I just looked at that beautiful little face. "No sweetheart," I answered, "Brad hasn't much of a clue has he?" She giggled and presented, perhaps unintentionally, the most kissable little pair of lips in my direction. I didn't see a thirteen-year old girl right then. I saw a profoundly desirable young female, fully aware of her own sexuality and who simply needed the call answered. I kissed her and for a few seconds just held her in my arms, exchanging thoughts, impressions, needs and probably links that neither of us properly understood. She snuggled into me. "I feel safe with you," she whispered. Poor baby, I didn't have the heart to tell her my middle name was "De Sade." She was doing things to me. Am I to blame if my hands began to stray? For one thing, never having apportioned a goodly amount of time to the investigation of breasts so tender and so arousingly new, I was finding the experience delightful to say the least. Easily cupped in my palm, even through her bra, she was no reluctant temptress from the outset. Watching her as I fondled the incredibly soft swellings, there could be no doubt her own pleasures mirrored my own. "Are you OK with this sweetheart?" I asked her. The lightest but sweetest of little kisses put paid to that ponderance. Just thirteen she might have been, but nature fortunately, circumnavigates social etiquette and whether by design or intent, those wonderful little nipples were growing at a rate of knots. Slipping my hand down inside her bra as I kissed her, I felt her wriggle in pleasure as I began to knead gently those beautiful light brown drinking accessories. Interesting I was thinking, how even at that age, stimulation of that particular area was setting in motion the procreative urges and causing her to spread her legs perceptibly. I could live with that! I don't usually do my best work with an audience on hand but this time I was happy to make an exception. Having slipped quite obviously, their panties and tops back on, Jenna and Kirsten, their quilt-based performance at an end, were now kneeling alongside my chair, Kirsten especially eyeing her sister's progress. I noticed Graham too had sidled over, Brianna in tow - still glowing from her rough, if not grossly indecent treatment. Glancing around the room, I couldn't see Kylie at all – nor Brad come to that. No great deductive process was necessary to conclude then that some cosy little bedroom nearby was now playing host to my daughter's renewed sexual abuse. I just hoped he had her on his own. I made a mental note to check out the situation a little later. Looking down at that curvy little tease on my lap – much later! From across the room suddenly, "Come on Noel, lets see her tits then," Warwick was such an eloquent speaker! Sandy had achieved her mission quite obviously and was allowing him to get to his feet. As it happened, I was in the very process of undoing a couple of Chloe's top buttons when what should I find? – but the most convenient of little front-loading bras. Unhooking the clasp as she gazed downwards, wide-eyed at my progress, I was rewarded instantly by the sight of her completely exposed and well-formed little mounds. Loudest gasp came from her baby sister whose eyes were twin saucers at that stage. Experimentally cupping one side, I began to lightly fondle her, which served only to make Chloe murmur as I played with those fully erect little nipples. Watching a girl's transition from shocked pleasure to full-on arousal and ultimately to glazed need is as good as it gets. Couldn't have been that uninteresting to Graham either. He was kneeling now behind Jenna and Kirsten, one arm enclosing my daughter's breasts, the other draped around Kirsten's waist and beginning to fondle what tiny mounds she possessed. She looked up at her dad in shock – but did nothing to move his hand I noted. Jenna just giggled and snuggled closer in. Chloe was looking at me with that damn pleading look girls get! I sent one hand on ahead in scouting mode. Slipping my hands between her knees, causing her dress to ride up her thighs fractionally, brought forth a little gasp. Sliding my hand along her inner thigh brought on several more. The discovery that she had obviously pulled her knickers back on, far from being disappointing, made it hotter still. Never come across a young girl yet who didn't gasp with both anticipation and coy pleasure at that very first contact between fingers and the outer curve of her hot little panties. Chloe was no different and as I softly depressed the thin cotton directly between her vaginal entry, she gave an involuntary wriggle as well. Kirsten's eyes I noticed were locked-on to her older sister's noticeably parted legs and what was being effected between the tops of them. She was also beginning to wriggle herself somewhat, from her father's therapeutic ministrations. Openly rubbing Jenna's breasts also with his right hand, it was patently obvious, courtesy of what was spilling out of her top, that she had neither the time nor probably the inclination, to replace her missing bra. He was getting her just so hot! Chloe I could see, was hotter. Slipping my hand well down inside her panties now, I found my fingers in a wonderland Alice could never have dreamed about. Locating her small but pronounced clitoris I started being extremely naughty, stimulating both it, as well as her entire labia, with firm and deep strokes. At the point I actually pushed two fingers inside her for the first time she was completely given over to the sensations invading her. For my part, I can only assume Chloe thought she was sitting on a rock-lobster. "Take her panties off dad." It was Jenna, who else? Kirsten tossed her a quick glance and seeing her father's hand openly massaging Jenna's right breast that was now fully clear of her top, kinda half-choked and settled back on her haunches. Wishing only to please, I seized a hold of the elastic and tugged the little critters clean down to her ankles. Chloe herself did the rest. With her dress now gathered up at the waist pretty much, everyone was privy then to view her innermost secrets. I parted her legs more which brought a collective gasp from a highly appreciative audience, not the least reactionary of which was her father. As I continued plying my trade, separating those quite moist lips as they now were and gently fingering her to previously unfathomed depths, Graham left off fondling his youngest daughter and seemed to be positioning himself behind Jenna. Her sudden little yelp of surprise and glance behind her, would suggest he had his hands (or something more sinister) in rather close proximity to her bottom. I was meanwhile allowing my other hand the luxury of smoothing over Chloe's little bottom – skin to skin... the only way to undertake such a mission. So perfectly built was she, I marvelled at her flat tummy, lightly flared hips and smooth as silk thighs. My own erection was pleading for clemency and despite the conflicting emotions present – "She's thirteen for Christ's sake," "You're talking sex with young children here," "Get a grip on reality you paedophile," I wanted her any which way you spliced it. Worse still – I think she wanted it! I mean lets face it, what thirteen year old girl would drape herself all over a middle-aged delinquent like me (with her father watching), let him expose her breasts, take her panties off, finger her pussy and rub her bum, if she didn't have at least a game-plan? She was hot for it don't you worry! Manoeuvering her slightly on to her side, with her bottom angled towards her father and the two girls kneeling there entranced, I figured it was time Chloe replenished if not enhanced her biological knowledge. My zip thus cleared of hot young girl, I "encouraged" lets say, her own embryonic voyage of discovery. Without actually giving her directional instructions, I simply ensured her left hand came "accidentally" into contact with whatever it might be lurking there but inches from her midriff. The girl's eyes were hungry for more input when somehow, that damn zip slipped down. Following her flushed glance, I just whispered to her, "It's OK sweetheart, feel free to check out the weaponry." Not sure she caught my allegorical meaning but she did move her small hand in exactly the right direction. Slipping that cool little hand into my boxers she found something to interest her. "I've never really touched a boy before,' she whispered, blushing deeply. A friend for life now after calling me a boy, I just shrugged, "Well that's OK Chloe," I replied, "I've never been touched by such a sweet and pretty little girl as you either." Was that ever the truth? The feeling of her soft little hand as it felt its obliquely virginal way along my rapidly engorging shaft was definitely in the "one small step for man" category and hell, Armstrong only got to kick up a bit of dust. My eagle was yet to land! If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes I wouldn't have believed it. So caught up emotionally was young Kirsten watching me caress her sister's breasts and bottom while she gradually withdrew my erection, that I saw her own hands slipping up under her skirt where I'm sure they found something interesting to play with. I wondered if the little poppet was wet there at that juncture. Perfectly set up as we were, I had only to support Chloe's right leg at the base of her thigh, slightly higher than the chair arm, and voila, an impressive window of opportunity. How erotically catalysing, those neat little blonde curls framing that hot portal of desire. She stared down, quite understandably with a degree of anxiety as I placed the head of my erection at the very gate. "You won't hurt me will you?" she whispered, so unsure and so beautifully inexperienced. "I'd see myself dead before that happens sweetheart," I promised her. She smiled up at me rather bravely I thought. I had to kiss her. When I peruse the nostalgia files, I like to think I have experienced at times, the very best this world has had to offer over a period of years. Nothing however quite measures up to the sheer intensity and fulfilling ecstasy that pushing some two inches or so in between Chloe's quite swollen labia achieved for me that particular morning. Clinging so tightly to me, her little expression ran the gamut of utter pleasure, youthful apprehension and sexual insecurity. Holding her leg even higher I pushed further in, albeit slowly and as lovingly as I was able to muster. At the point her hymen made its presence known, I hit "reverse astern." It was obviously too much for Graham. Seeing his daughter being penetrated for the first time, one can understand his need for localised physical release. Dragging Jenna suddenly to her feet, he shoved her forward until she was forced to grip the arm of the chair behind Chloe for support. Spreading her legs as if he were about to conduct a full body search, I was half aware of him pulling her panties down roughly while at the same time tugging free his own erection. Far from perturbed by this rude assault, Jenna caught my eye and it was obvious she was clearly enjoying the game. With her head only inches now from mine, her hair was falling around Chloe's neck. I saw her eyes opening wide as Graham, seizing her around the hips, pushed up into her. Just what little Kirsten was thinking God only knows. I'd guarantee her fingers were busy though "Oh God," Jenna muttered as his first thrust caused her pretty breasts to jiggle, fully free of her top as they still were. She leaned forward even more, wanting obviously to give him complete rear access to her recently shaved pussy. I was wondering if she felt like a twelve year old? Trying my best to concentrate on Chloe's education, this was proving a major distraction. Having one's daughter seriously fucked, with her face but six inches from your own, is not conducive to third-party concentration let me tell you. Still applying pressure to Chloe's hymen and feeling her wriggle with understandable tension building up, I turned to Jenna just as she pleaded in so arousing a little voice, "Kiss me dad." Watching your daughter being fucked is bad enough... being asked to kiss her while its happening, is lava-heat! The kiss was wonderful. Chloe's mournful cry of "Ohhhhhh!" as I forgot my obligation and promise not to hurt her, brought me back to earth. I had just wanted to do to her what was being done to Jenna. "Sorry sweetheart," I told her. "Just a little carried away there." I added, unacceptable an excuse as it was. "Its OK," she managed to get out. "Just hurts a little." "We can stop if you like." I offered, still a centimetre or so inside her and just penetrating her marginally. God damn, so tight was she I wouldn't have needed to do too much more before I came. "No, I really want you to do it to me," she admitted. "Just go slowly please." Graham was taking Jenna now like a professional, literally ramming it hard up into her, his hands holding her tight around the bottom as he really began fucking her silly. It was just a matter of time I could see. No sooner had I recommenced upon the gentlest of rhythms upon the gates of the city, than her father began breathing hard and staring at his daughter's exposed little bum (he had the choice of two to gaze at!) Putting his right hand on it and without any warning whatsoever, he pushed against her rear cheeks hard, exactly as I thrust upwards. "Dad," she cried out – a mixture of pain and surprise registering on her face. Seeing tears begin to well in those lovely little eyes, but knowing what had happened – besides, I could feel something beginning to trickle out of her, I figured it was undoubtedly the best therapy for her if I kept going. With no obstacle now, I was able to penetrate that lovely little slit to its ultimate depth. Very quickly, her undoubted pain was replaced by feelings far preferable. She began now to thrust her little hips up towards me and I knew that kissing her would only further serve to disassociate the pain barrier. "That's it sweetheart, let him fuck you," said Graham, between short breaths, just about at Release Grand Central himself. I noticed tiny beads of sweat on Jenna's brow, as her partner simply rocked her world stupid. Thing is, all I wanted I realised, was to cum big-time in this beautiful little virgin-come-lately on my lap. Seems like she was of a similar need, completely fucking me back now and happy to have her legs pulled ever wider apart. "Ohh dad, he's fucking me soo hard," Jenna whispered in her passion. I was about to say "Yeah well, isn't that just how you like it sweetie?" when I realised I couldn't speak. Every facet of my existence was suddenly centered on this thirteen year old siren's little pussy who's muscles, fully unused to date, were even now gripping my cock deep within her." "Keep fucking me," she managed to get out as I penetrated her deeper still. "It doesn't hurt now – really... it feels soo hot!" She got that right! "Oh fuck Jenna," was Graham's short message "And I thought Brianna was hot." He added. Then, silenced temporarily, he began filling Jenna with something she really has developed a liking for - hot cum. Had to say goodbye to my own at that point as Chloe's on-going clamped pressure pushed my procreative urges right over the red line. Just the expression on her face as she looked down between her legs, feeling for the first time a man's sperm filling her young pussy. I think on this occasion however, I was the one experiencing multiple orgasms. I kissed her tenderly, her pretty hair damp now around the edges from our joint exertions. With Jenna still bent over and holding on to the chair arm, I could see she was at exhaustion point. Lifting her by the chin, I kissed her too. A trickle of sweat ran down her cleavage – I could only imagine what it felt like between her legs. From what I could see, most everyone else had gotten a hold of someone else's partner during the recent tag- team event. A few, really were eyebrow raising. Natalie and Larissa together in the far corner for instance – what incredibly hot fumblings had gone down there I wondered? Both were flushed and holding on to their pussies in a manner suggesting they had discovered a whole new ball-game in terms of same-sex arousal. And I missed it! Resolving to go find Kylie, I eased Chloe off me gently. Her father took her and Kirsten by the arm and guided them to an empty chair. They had a lot to talk about. Already, Jenna had pulled her panties back up and was sitting on the edge of the bed with George talking animatedly. She was going to be fine for quite a while... so was he! Decent and zipped up, I announced I would be back soon and went looking for Kyles. I was right about the bedroom, even correct in my hopeful supposition that she would be spared multiple partners. Brad was alone with her alright! It was only when I had entered unannounced that I was to see why though. No wonder he hadn't wanted to share her. You might recall, Brad has had a long-term fixation with Kylie in terms of doing stuff to her that oversteps the bounds of user-friendly sex you might say. Put it this way, much as he seems to love spanking and fondling her bottom, he has always harbored a darker fantasy, one that I have had to prevent in times past. Today, I was too late. At first I didn't even notice. As the door swung open, I saw Kylie in her now normal, if not preferred pose – down on all fours, facing me, her bum invitingly high. Brad was behind her having the time of his life, both hands fondling her breasts for all he was worth as he fucked her. The frontal view I have to say was arousing in the extreme. So engrossed was Brad in his pleasures, he didn't even bother slowing up when I walked in. It was Kylie's shocked look and her gasp of "Ohhh dad, I'm so sorry," that tripped my suspicion. After all, having seen her being fucked every which way and with multiple partners – what was to apologise for? Walking over to them and with Brad still so engrossed in his endeavors, I had to admire his total devotion to a cause. It was the cause itself that rendered me completely speechless. As I neared the far side of the bed and at the point Kylie's pretty little bottom was exposed in all its curvy glory – after all, she was completely naked, I noticed two things. Both her cheeks were near scarlet – having been obviously on the end of one protracted spanking and secondly, her pussy, wide open and seeping cum visibly, was not only fully exposed between her gaping legs – it was empty. What do I mean by empty? Simple, although I can barely bring myself to pen these words, Brad's cock was as far up inside her bum as he could get it. In contrast to her cries of "noooo" and "I don't like it" which issued from her sexy little lips when Brad last trod this forbidden highway, here she was not far off total ecstasy judging by her glazed demeanor as he thrust into her hard, causing her to have to steady herself on her forearms. "Oh Fuck Kylie," Brad cried involuntarily, as his next penetrative incursion resulted in his coming deep in her upper channel. I couldn't believe that which began trickling out of her as he withdrew, not to mention a renewed outpouring of sticky stuff, the source of which was obvious, which fairly squirted from her pussy. It all ran together and down the inside of her legs. She just knelt there gasping, her hair noticeably damp around the hairline. Despite my distaste at proceedings – just how hot she looked at that moment defies credible belief. "Anyone got anything to say?" I asked, not sure whether I felt like crying, punching Brad out, punching Kylie out or getting up behind her to take over! "I asked her Noel, I really did?" he half-muttered. "Oh really Brad?" I replied. "Was that before or after you spanked her?" "She wanted that too," he insisted. "I just said to her if she'd just try it, I know she'd like it." Judging by what I just saw, I hate to admit it, but he was right! "She was just soo wet and lubed up, it didn't hurt her," he added. I glanced at him like that was more information than I actually needed. "This true Kyles?" I asked her. She was seated on the bed now, hugging herself. She nodded. "You were happy to let him fuck you in the bum?" She just looked at me. Unfortunately still in ecstasy more than anything else, I felt. "How come now Kylie? When you were pleading with him not to, last time?' I asked. "I don't know dad," she uttered slowly, barely above a whisper. "I suppose I just wanted to try it." "Have you done it to her many times this afternoon Brad?" I asked, looking across at him. Their sudden glance at one another answered that question. "Well now what?" I said, "You want me to do it to you as well?" A few tears began forming and glancing across at Brad, he got the message and slunk out of the room. I suddenly felt terrible. Sitting beside her, I hugged her and for once was almost lost for words. "Sorry, I'm just shocked baby, that's all," I told her. "Nothing I won't get over. You haven't done anything wrong sweetheart and I should never have made you feel bad about it. C'mon get your clothes on and maybe we'll all go home early today – I think your sisters have had enough too... well, maybe not Jenna!" I added as an afterthought. At least that brought a smile. As good as my word, we returned to the main bedroom and sensing that all was not as it should be, Natalie and Jenna (down on her knees sucking Warwick this time – the girl has a problem!) agreed to go home without further argument. The decision was not well received by either Connor or most of the girls. George of course knew I must have had my reasons. On the way home, try as I might, I could not eject from my memory those searing images of Kylie on that bed, panting with lust, as Brad took her down into dark territory. Given the chance, would she I wonder, have let three men take her at once? Worse still, would I? © Peter_Pan 2005 http://www.lulu.com/content/106537 Published autobiography at: http://www.lulu.com/content/74426 "Imagine For A Moment: http://www.lulu.com/content/69187 *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 40