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Harper Valley 13: You Call That Unlucky
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)

***

Well I'm sure most of you must have realised pretty 
much what I had realised by the end of HV New Blood! 
Most everyone had had sex but me! Speaking of which, I 
don't think I won (some might say 'earned') a great 
deal of sympathy or affection from readers over my 
knee-jerk, if not indelicate handling of Larissa. (Mf, 
ped, inc, mast, orgy)

***

Before I am pilloried then, hear me out! 

Even as I left that third bedroom, a hive of shattered 
neuroses – a man affronted by his seemingly inaliable 
right to control the whims, fancies and reactions of 
any female he so chooses – I knew I had crossed the 
line.

Clutching me to her as we came downstairs, her 
apologies were heart-rending, her misery unbounded. Not 
once did she ask why I should be free to exercise my 
right to unrestricted carnality whilst she remain 
demure and unavailable. A chaste wound-up doll free to 
perform only whilst I held the key. Thing is, it was in 
her desperate silence that I came to see my own ironic 
dysfunctionality. 

What had she done when I came to think of it? Enjoyed 
herself, that's all! Just so happened her definition of 
pleasurable self-satisfaction didn't happen to 
correlate with my concept of what I figured she was 
entitled to enjoy. Was I out of line here? I so knew 
it.

The final nail in my self-judged guilt was a deduction 
so chronically obvious, dear old Watson would have 
figured it out long before Sherlock Holmes. That I was 
prepared to not only allow, but to encourage my own 
daughters to actively participate in foursomes (each) 
and to watch them take as much if not more than Larissa 
and yet still love them unconditionally – made little 
sense. It wasn't what Larissa had done I concluded, but 
the fact I had been personally affronted... my own 
masculine ego challenged by her simply exercising her 
feminine and individual rights!

At the foot of the stairs I hugged her to me. "Look 
Larissa," I started to say... the poor girl cut me off.

"I know I've lost all your respect Noel," tears were 
running down her face. "It's all my fault, I know you 
can never forgive me." I gently put my hand across her 
mouth.

"No sweetheart, its me should be asking forgiveness," I 
told her, "You did nothing wrong. It's me who has 
handled this so badly." I wasn't sure quite how to 
express my feelings. "What happened up there was me 
losing sight of what all this is about. People free to 
act as they want, sexually admittedly, but that's OK. 
You didn't betray me, I betrayed myself with my own 
selfish and limited outlook. I make no attempt to 
censor my own daughter's behavior – I certainly have no 
rights to censor yours. Please forgive me. I love you 
Larissa – I haven't lost sight of that little fact!" 

Hard to describe just how she looked at that second. 
"Reborn" is a word that comes to mind. She actually 
"lit-up" considerably brighter even than the Christmas 
lights down Oxford Street in London, come yuletide.

George had done an exemplary job. My three girls were 
perched on a nearby lounge, fully dressed, the very 
image of rampant virginal innocence if not ingrained 
obedience. Scattered hopefully around them was Jerry, 
Wayne, Brad and a younger man who I learned went by the 
name of Connor. All were chatting animatedly. 

Seeing someone I had an urge to talk to in the next 
room, I gave Larissa a kiss to be going on with, then 
slotted her down on the couch directly between Kylie 
and her father. Making my apologies, not that anyone 
was taking much notice, I headed off.

I had never really had the chance to chat much with 
Louise and seeing her walk into the other room I felt 
this was as good an opportunity as any. A very pretty 
girl, slightly taller than my three - maybe five foot 
four or five, she had dyed her hair several shades 
lighter and was now more blonde than brunette. With a 
definite preference for short skirts, today's was a 
killer. I was more than keen to discover what lay 
beneath it, I have to say. As I sidled up to her, she 
turned and said, "Oh Hi Mr. Baker." Allowing me to put 
my arm around her waist. She then introduced me to 
another father who had cornered her just seconds ahead 
of me. 

"This is Peter," she said. I shook his hand. "How come 
he's Peter and I'm Mr. Baker?" I said, really putting 
her on the spot. "I'm not that old am I?"  She giggled. 
"Nooooooo, of course not. I'll call you Noel then."

"Way better," I said. "Actually the fact is, since your 
dad is chatting up my daughters, I thought it more than 
reasonable if I come over and talk to you Louise. 
Haven't had the pleasure yet." We all sat down on a 
spare lounge.

"Say, you're the father of those cute triplets in the 
next room aren't you?" enquired Peter.

"They're not triplets actually... just sisters," I 
reminded him, "But hey, its Ok, everyone thinks that." 
I noticed as I was speaking, his hand straying towards 
Louise's uncovered knee. She noticed too, but made no 
attempt to dissuade him from his course. I moved in 
closer myself. The combination of her immediate 
proximity and my as yet, grossly unfulfilled morning, 
watching everyone else but me have fun, was dictating 
procedural urgency. I figured I needed to show some 
restraint however.

We chatted about school a little, Peter played up the 
"interested-friend-come-lately" angle, while all three 
of us were under no illusions as to what the other two 
were thinking. Having seen Louise at Warwick's party 
getting her hot little butt spanked and more recently, 
propping up a wall while Jerry worked his seminal magic 
trick, I knew she was something less than reticent when 
it came to spreading her legs and right that moment, 
that was the exact parlor game I had in mind.

As the conversation tapered off, the heat increased. 
Peter was starting to nibble her neck while I figured 
it was the appointed hour to see what her lip-gloss 
tasted like. Yum... strawberry flavored! Round about 
this time Louise was definitely coming out of her 
holding pattern and was shifting her bottom about on 
the couch. 

I think we both had the same idea concurrently which 
was no problem, as two hands fitted up under that skirt 
with no trouble. That's one brilliantly designed aspect 
to female genitalia – even through their knickers... 
the ability to have two sets of fingers pushing their 
way between those lips. 

Louise was hotter than a pole-cat and urging us both on 
by a combination of pleading noises and hip movements. 
Kissing her was something less than a hardship too I 
have to say. Since they were right there, I left Peter 
in charge of the up-skirt therapy while I slipped a 
hand down her top and discovered why Brad seemed to 
have enjoyed himself so much that day he had his 
daughter almost naked across the table sucking her.

"Take them out," Peter said, "She wants us to." 

I had no reason to doubt it, and wrenching her top and 
bra up in one movement, was presented with as hot an 
exposed pair of young tits as you could hope to find 
this side of a shower recess in a girls' convent. 

Louise was returning my kisses with fire and passion 
and of her own volition, was spreading her legs to give 
Peter better access. Anyone walking past would have had 
the clearest of views of his hand right up inside her 
knickers, rubbing her slit its full length.

"Let's take her panties off," he proposed next, 
following the manual to a T. Leaving her nipples to 
harden further all on their own, I took hold of the 
elastic at the front. Peter grabbed the top of her 
panties from the rear. Lifting her bottom fractionally 
for an instant, we were able to tug them down with no 
trouble whatsoever.

Now this was more like it. We then sat down either side 
of her, each taking hold of her legs and pulling them 
apart until we both pretty much had a knee in our face. 
Her pussy completely exposed at that angle, and not 
just to us either, her skimpy skirt was but window 
dressing. I had a sudden urge to get her off manually 
and slipping two fingers deep inside her, set off a 
veritable stream of gasps and moans. Peter decided to 
make it a joint-venture and sent her further up the 
arousal scale by pushing his fingers into her as well. 

Louise was able to articulate no further than 
"Ohhhhhhh," as we fingered her right to the edge and 
beyond. I had never actually seen a girl squirt before, 
rather doubting the authenticity of the few pics I had 
come across of the phenomenon. Might be a closer 
analogy to say she internally hemorrhaged. 

As she wriggled her hips, totally giving herself over 
to the pleasure, a jet of creamy fluid spurted over 
both our hands. It was one of the hottest things I have 
ever seen, especially watching her cupping her own 
breasts and manipulating her nipples as she did it.

Unable to observe social niceties myself at this stage, 
I just extricated my own few inches of sexually starved 
- make that "starched," tissue, pulled her straight on 
to my lap... stuff the dry-cleaning, and got myself as 
far up that hot little body as I was able. Peter, I 
have the impression, was manually attending to his own 
needs. I really wasn't paying that much attention.

Louise just clung to me wanting to be kissed while I 
fucked her. This was no romantic tryst you wanna 
believe it – just hardcore, two-way satisfaction. 
Seemed to me she was still being routed by the earlier 
orgasm, as she was gasping and shivering in ecstasy the 
entire time I was thrusting up into her. Easily the 
quickest cum I ever orchestrated since my teenage 
years. One of the best too. When you are that hot, it's 
that good!

No sooner had I filled her wonderfully user-friendly 
little pussy to its theoretical limit than Peter 
basically dragged her off me and got her down on the 
floor on her back. No cushions, no "Are you comfy 
Louise?" Just more of the same. Watching him treat her 
like a Cro-Magnon cave-dweller on heat, I was 
fascinated by just what a girl can take when she is 
really juiced-up. 

Even as he pumped his own hot fluids into her, which 
having nowhere to go, immediately streamed out of her 
pussy and down the insides of both legs, I could see 
that Louise could have taken on half a dozen more had 
they been queued up. But there again I have seen Jenna 
and Kylie locked into that same Utopia. I was thinking 
of them both as I looked at her lying there, still 
spread and trying to regenerate a stable breathing 
pattern. Brad's a lucky man!

A small and appreciative audience had gathered behind 
us apparently, one of which was Susie. She was easy to 
spot... the only onlooker with a hand down her panties. 
Another man came over and knelt down beside Louise, 
having himself a good feel of the girl's breasts. She 
was going to be yet busy for a while I figured, 
especially if Susie got her tongue in the groove as it 
were.

I was feeling so much better, I left them all to it and 
headed back off towards my own little clique.

Whilst back in the lounge, nothing overt appeared to be 
underway, there had been a subtle shifting of key 
positions. George had inserted himself between Jenna 
and Natalie (his newly-come-by preference one assumes.) 
Brad had manoeuvered himself alongside Kylie, one arm 
already around her waist. Wayne had ensconced himself 
at Larissa's feet with the single-minded purpose of 
being able to see up her dress whenever she shifted her 
legs even marginally. 

Whether she had worked that out or not I have no way of 
knowing. I squeezed myself down besides Jenna who was 
paying less attention to my presence (understandably) 
than Connor's arm that was snaking its way around slim 
and rather pretty little shoulders. All my three girls 
have the most appealing shoulders even if it's not my 
place to be thinking such things.

"Hi dad," she whispered, hugging my arm. "Having fun?"

I figured there was nothing much to gain regaling her 
with the recent Louise affair, so I just said "Yep... 
No less than you by the look of it sweetheart!" She 
giggled.

It got serious around about the time I noticed George 
and Warwick, who had managed to infiltrate the group a 
few moments earlier, starting to whisper to Natalie. At 
first she was blushing slightly so it seemed, but 
Warwick is if nothing else "committed" when it comes to 
the art of seduction. George had been holding Natalie's 
hand for the duration and obviously was privy to what 
Warwick was muttering to her. His contribution appeared 
to be one of encouragement. 

I saw her turn to him and say, "Nooooooooo!" Even Kylie 
must have heard, because she turned to her sister and 
said "Go on Natalie, let them. You'll enjoy it, it's 
fun!"

Somewhat less reticent herself, Kylie was permitting 
Brad free-rein in the cheek-kissing department. I could 
also see his hand had 'playfully' found its way down 
her lower back and was even now edging its way down 
that erotic little gap between skirt and top looking to 
make contact obviously with her bottom cheeks. She 
glanced backwards momentarily, acknowledging his 
naughtiness but then just smiled at him sexily. God, 
she is a tease!

Connor meanwhile was making light work of Jenna's lips, 
kissing her rather chastely but with rather more intent 
one could sense. His right hand was rapidly closing the 
gap between its former resting place on her shoulder 
and her breasts, which in that top, were most 
attractively packaged.

Right close to me, Wayne was making no secret of the 
fact he had a deep interest in a wide viewing angle up 
Larissa's skirt. I whispered my observation to her and 
she simply replied quietly,

"I know... he's not very subtle is he?" She had Wayne 
figured out alright! I could see it was making her hot 
though and I just gave her a little kiss and said "Give 
him a thrill sweetie, spread them a bit."

Don't know what exactly that did for Wayne but it made 
me hotter than a blast furnace watching her do it. 
Actually I do know what it did for him. His pupils 
expanded to the max and if he wasn't drooling, it was a 
ragingly bad case of the dribbles.

Sight of the afternoon however was George assisting 
Natalie to her feet with Warwick taking her other arm.

"Er, going somewhere?" I asked of the trio. Natalie 
just looked coy and said. "Just with George for a few 
minutes dad." Kylie let out one knowing giggle.

As they left the room, which I had to notice was in the 
direction of the stairs, I leaned across to Kylie and 
asked her what it was George had said to Natalie 
earlier.

"He asked her if she would let him and Warwick see her 
panties???" she laughed.

"Really?" I said. "Can't see her doing that somehow, 
besides, why would she need to leave the room? You 
think maybe they want to see more than her panties?"

"Maybe," she teased, then turning to Brad. "That's 
naughty," she giggled as he finally got his hand down 
where he wanted it.

Looking up at me and maybe remembering my disapproval 
of his overt behavior at Warwick's place he added, "You 
don't mind do you?"

I was going to say "So long as its just your fingers 
Brad," but thought better of it. I just nodded my 
acquiescence. In any event, my mind was on Natalie now 
and her three-sixty degree turnaround in attitude. God, 
George had to be exerting a major influence on her. I 
had to go and check this out later. I figured I'd give 
him a quarter of an hour or so's head start.

Jenna already had started, 'least Connor had! Kissing 
her full-on now, she was permitting him to rub her 
breasts which he was vigorously engaged in doing, both 
singly and together. As if he needed encouragement, she 
had parted her legs as well, giving him and any other 
interested party an exceptionally clear and tempting 
view of her undies. Occupied as Wayne was, looking up 
Larissa's skirt, I saw him glance across at the front 
of Jenna's knickers more than once. I just then 
realised how hard I was again!

Speaking of Larissa's skirt, not only was Wayne looking 
up it, his hand, having inched its way along her leg, 
was now just beginning to rub her panties at the front 
and with evidently enough pressure to have Larissa 
sliding back in the lounge, spreading wider for him and 
moaning rather attractively. 

Connor had Jenna in pretty much the same position, only 
he was seated beside her, his hand rubbing her pussy 
its full length, simply stopping once in a while to 
push the soft material in-between her lips. The heat 
this was generating was patently obvious.

Kylie completed the trio of hot little girls side by 
side on that lounge being dealt with totally indecently 
and yet totally to their liking. Brad, being Brad 
though had taken her one level further by pulling her 
top up and exposing her breasts. It was too much for 
me. I just leaned across and began to suck her gently. 
Now that really did it!

"Ohhhh Dad," Kylie muttered between little gasps of 
pleasure. She cupped her own breasts and held them for 
me, wanting as much in my mouth as I could get. As I 
drew-down hard, she closed her eyes and began to 
wriggle about noticeably. Brad turned her face to his 
and began kissing her voraciously, while his hand right 
down the back of her knickers now was obviously 
fondling her hot little bottom with lustful intent. 

Sucking her in public like that, was causing a stir. 
Jenna managed to take time off from tonguing Connor to 
gasp "Gosh dad that is soo hot!" Just moments before 
Connor managed to extricate her own breasts which he 
commenced fondling and pulling rather roughly – just as 
she likes it! A quick backward glance on my part 
confirmed how erect Jenna's own little nipples were by 
now. 

So far as Larissa was concerned, it was now Phase Two! 
Whether or not seeing me taking a light refreshment was 
the catalyst I can't say, but Wayne had manoeuvered 
himself between Larissa's legs and was busily involved 
seeing whether or not he could get his erection up as 
far as her diaphragm it seemed. So spread was she, 
there was no need to pull her knickers down with the 
two inch gap there more than enough to allow full 
penetration.

Perhaps wishful thinking on my part, but as I sucked 
her harder and longer, I could swear that she was 
starting to express just a hint of milky fluid – no way 
was the taste and sensation on my tongue my 
imagination. Given the amount of sucking both girl's 
had been subjected to over the last couple of months – 
such was not impossible. Certainly their breasts were 
fuller than they had been. This was just making me 
hotter than hell. The thought of sucking milk from my 
own daughters' nipples must be the ultimate sexual 
aspiration. 

Kylie was just given over to total pleasure by this 
stage and had quite subconsciously parted her own legs.

"Why don't you take her panties off Brad?" I muttered, 
giving her nipples a rest. I couldn't believe I had 
said that!

I think I had merely pre-empted his next move as he 
hastily grabbed a hold of her elastic and peeled them 
down. No sooner had he done this to her, than she drew 
her legs up on the lounge, eyes still closed and spread 
her knees as wide as she could get them. Brad, never 
one to miss an opportunity (like most of us) just freed 
up his erection and drove it deep into her as she held 
me tight against her, wanting to be sucked even harder 
while Brad fucked her.

The combination of watching Brad's cock thrusting hard 
up into her and the milky sensations from both Kylie's 
nipples was driving me into new realms of unhinged 
sexual pleasure. No longer paying heed to Jenna and 
Larissa's predicaments – and I knew both were being 
fucked into submission – I just had to get my own 
erection out and take things into my own hands as it 
were. Kylie opened her eyes at one stage... saw what I 
was doing but just smiled. That made it even hotter. 

Even as Brad shot what must have been the 'week's 
special' into her, I came myself. Irregular little 
spurts of white consistency that I managed to direct 
over both her lower abdomen and her right hand as she 
was adding to her own pleasure, rubbing herself just a 
fraction above Brad's cock, as it ploughed into her. 

"With all apologies to your dad," said Brad, pulling 
out of her, "You are just such a hot little fuck Kylie. 
I would give anything to have you for a night, girl."

"Yeah well join the queue old son," I told him. 
"Besides she has kinda a full schedule at home right 
now," I added before I realised what I had said.

"Whoa, like that is it?" Brad replied.

"Well I'm betting you and Louise play more than 
checkers some nights Brad?" I queried. He kinda dumbed 
it down a bit. "Yeah, sometimes we do too I guess," he 
replied. "But hey you got three of them – surely you 
can lend me one... just to balance things up a bit."

An instantly formed image of him in bed with Kylie one 
side and Louise the other, fried me momentarily. It 
would be no time I figured, till he had them both up on 
their hands and knees side by side, with all four 
options at his disposal if I knew him. Nah... it would 
kill him!

In other local news, Connor had cum in Jenna big-time – 
quite obvious as she was sitting there, her legs apart 
still, letting him watch the cum running out of her 
pussy and down the inside of her legs. Just to keep her 
honest, he was still groping her breasts and rather 
enjoying himself. 

Wayne, having fucked Larissa insensible too, had her 
draped across his chest, idly fingering her pussy and 
with one hand down her dress evidently stimulating her 
nipples, judging by what I could see, her breasts being 
almost half covered-up and all.

Figured I might go look for Natalie at that juncture, 
not that I could really imagine anything much having 
taken place. That they had even gotten her to go with 
them somewhere was beyond incredible.

That "somewhere" proved to be the second bedroom 
upstairs. Even through the half-open door I could hear 
Natalie alternately giggling and crying out "stop that" 
to someone. It sounded promising at least!

Exactly what they had been doing all this time was not 
readily obvious. Opening the door and walking-in, they 
all three looked-up at me but with no particular 
surprise. "Hi daddy" said Natalie with just the 
slightest cheeky edge to it. They had her seated on the 
edge of the double bed, George beside her and Warwick 
sitting on the floor, near her feet.

Warwick turned around, "Your eldest daughter doesn't 
give-in easily does she Noel?"

"Depends what it is you want her to give-in to 
Warwick," I replied. "But generally speaking no, you're 
right, this one knows her own mind."

"Thank you dad," Natalie called out giggling once more, 
"I told them they're wasting their time."

After a couple of moments I addressed George. "What did 
you ask her to do by the way," I enquired.

Taking his time to answer he replied, "Oh... just to be 
a bit naughty and show us her panties."

"And did she?" I asked. 

"Just a quick flash," put in Warwick looking totally 
disappointed, "A couple of times?"

"That's a very naughty girl Natalie," I teased, "Did 
you enjoy doing it"

"Kinda," she laughed, "But then they wanted me to pull 
my top up and let them see my bra." 

"Seems reasonable to me sweetie," I joked, "This is a 
sex-party after all!"

"You want me to show them my bra then dad?" I could 
feel her getting indignant.

"Nah, not if you're afraid to sweetheart," I answered, 
looking her dead straight in the eyes. That set her 
off.

"Who said I'm "afraid" to?" she replied. "Just coz my 
sisters do it, I don't have to."

"Sure," I said, piling on the reverse psychology. I 
really felt like seeing her do it for some reason.

"What? you don't believe I'm not afraid to dad?" she 
asked. I said nothing, just stared at her. George broke 
the ice (it was actually a lead-in, I'd built-up for 
him)

"C'mon Natalie, he interjected, "Do it for me... I'd 
love to see you in your bra, I really would."

She looked at him and then putting on the sexiest 
little smirk any teenage girl could possibly muster, 
wriggled out of her top, sitting there in just her 
skirt and rather fetching little plain white bra. 
Instinctively she brought her arms up to cover her 
obvious cleavage, being very slightly bigger than her 
two sisters.

"Very nice," said Warwick "No chance of seeing your 
panties again I suppose love?" he added. Looking 
hopefully at her knees. 

Whether it was because I was there or simply that she 
was getting unavoidably hot herself I couldn't say, but 
she pulled her skirt up and parting her legs 
significantly, gave all three of us enough of a view-up 
between them to ensure three incurable erections. How 
hot did she look posing like that?

"Just sit there for a moment Natalie... don't move," 
pleaded George. I saw his hand drop to his lap, Natalie 
noticed too, I saw her blush.

"Don't be shy Nat," I said to her. "You know you're 
hot... nothing wrong with that, just let yourself go, 
don't worry about what you think is right or wrong. 
I've learned to change all that thinking the last 
couple of months or so."

"I think my sisters have too," she replied, sitting 
there neatly.

"You are soo pretty Natalie," muttered George 
truthfully. Would you go one more step and just lets 
see you topless for a moment princess? please... "

He sounded so pitifully needful I could almost feel her 
heart go out to him. She glanced across at me.

Words weren't necessary. I just nodded to her... 
meaning really, "Whatever you're comfortable with 
sweetheart."

I honestly never thought she'd do it, not my feisty 
little Nat. Even as George looked on expectantly, she 
just flipped her bra straps down her shoulders, reached 
behind her and unhooked the clasp. In doing that of 
course her breasts were most appealingly thrust 
forward. Warwick was still glancing up between her legs 
I noticed and for sure, praying for the opportunity to 
touch her hot little knickers at the front there, where 
all of us could see the indent of her pussy. 
Interestingly, she made no attempt to close up her legs 
as she slipped her bra off.

The three of us sat there open-mouthed as she dropped 
her hands to her side and proudly displayed her 
beautiful and majorly arousing breasts. Immediately I 
was thinking of Kylie's "milk" and figuring just how 
hot it would be having Natalie too in a state of 
lactation.

Her lovely pronounced light brown nipples were we could 
see, semi-erect as she sat there, knowing exactly what 
effect she was having on the three of us.

"Touch them for us," Warwick managed to get out 
hoarsely. It was probably the most intelligent thing he 
ever said! As she just cupped her breasts and softly 
caressed her nipples with her fingers, we heard her 
moan softly. She closed her eyes momentarily as she 
continued to fondle herself gently. 

Warwick unzipped, you couldn't really blame him. As she 
watched him pull his erection free, Natalie blushed but 
just sat there, her hands at her side now, letting him 
ogle her freely. In partial shock myself at seeing 
Natalie expose herself so overtly in front of other 
men, not to mention her father, I could but stare 
myself at the alluring sight.

George whose erection, though covered up, was patently 
obvious, just whispered to her, "Would you like to take 
your skirt off too Natalie?" Again she glanced across 
to me and I just kinda mouthed the words "Its OK 
Natalie."

"Okay" doesn't exactly cover what she looked like 
sitting there in just her panties – not by a long shot. 
Warwick however had other things on his mind and 
directly in front of her now, was masturbating without 
any seeming inhibitions. Natalie was staring at his 
hand as it slid up and down his erection, pretty much 
past embarrassment I'd say – slipping further and 
further into heat herself with each passing second.

"Masturbate with us sweetie," said George suddenly, 
taking out his own erection and kneeling right beside 
her on the bed. She could have reached out and touched 
it if she had wished. Much as I wanted to join them I 
just couldn't do it in front of Natalie right then. I 
think she even wanted me to judging by the occasional 
glances she threw my way.

A new sphere of home entertainment was entered upon 
when Natalie slipped her own hand into her knickers and 
began rubbing herself as she watched Warwick and 
George's progress. Her moans were fully audible now and 
the sight of her fingers thrust well up inside that hot 
pussy as she pleasured herself in front of us, was the 
ultimate arousal factor. 

As she neared finality she began fondling her breasts 
with her left hand, something I'm sure she has done in 
the privacy of her own bedroom many a night. For us to 
be able to watch it though was not only a privilege but 
a turn-on par excellence.

Warwick was kneeling up now and in his last moments of 
semi-control. Natalie just spread her legs further 
directly in front of him, teasing him unmercifully and 
pretty much inviting him to cum on her. He took the 
hint and with a series of little grunts and gasps 
including a couple of "Natalie you are soo hot," type 
noises, he let fly – mainly across her knickers, some 
smaller spurts falling on her upper thighs near her 
hips. 

Seeing him do this, brought Nat herself to the edge and 
teasing her clit like crazy she came herself, her 
pretty breasts and nipples jiggling as her entire body 
came under the control of a seriously powerful orgasm. 
George of course could hardly be expected to remain 
cool, calm and collected with all this going on and 
kneeling beside her, he jetted cum in an arc that 
covered her breasts to her lap. She was one sticky 
mess.

I was ready to rape and pillage – no questions asked. 
But this was Natalie after all. Fucking Kylie and Jenna 
was one thing, my eldest daughter was another kettle of 
fish altogether. Something held me back for some 
reason. It certainly wasn't desire!

The other two had her on her back in moments and 
despite her half-hearted resistance, had no problems 
rubbing their cum into her. George took control of her 
chest area and began rubbing it in all over her 
breasts, nipples and cleavage. 

Warwick was more daring... rubbing his cum into her 
thighs, lower abdomen and between her legs. As Natalie 
began giggling and obviously enjoying their naughty 
ministrations, Warwick took the bull by the horns I 
noticed and gave her a few exploratory rubs right 
across the front of her panties.

She half sat-up and cried out "Please don't, that's 
naughty!" Made him do it all the harder! George soon 
put a stop to any further objections simply by leaning 
across her and placing his lips on her left nipple 
began to suck her hard. Barely had she gotten out a 
"Noooooo George," than the pleasure of that particular 
sensation struck home and she began wriggling and 
moaning with a passion. George sucked her harder still 
as he fondled her other breast with his free hand.

Warwick following his lead, began to nuzzle Natalie's 
pussy through her knickers – how gloriously sticky 
would she have been in that general area? Again, she 
tried to register her unwilling compliance by trying to 
push him away but it took little application on 
Warwick's part to overcome her basically non-existent 
opposition. They really had her in seventh heaven 
within seconds.

Pushing her further towards the center of the quilt, 
Warwick put his hands beneath her bottom and holding 
her there, nuzzled her so hard between her legs she 
spread them close to one eighty degrees. He began 
rubbing her pussy with earnest as George began sucking 
her now like a greedy baby. Natalie was not only 
moaning, she was pretty much 'transported.' It was only 
a matter of time. 

Whether she would ever have let them pull her panties 
down is a moot point. So spread were her legs that 
before she even had time to register either disapproval 
or divine an awareness of what was about to happen, 
Warwick got his cock between the gap in her panties and 
slipped it in to her.

She did cry out, "Dad, are you going to let him rape 
me?" but if anything sounded half-hearted, it was that. 
Not ten seconds later and barely had he reached full 
penetration, than Natalie was thrusting her own hips up 
more than willingly as he began to fuck her like the 
little slut she was emulating.

Watching this play-out right before me was so hot I 
couldn't quite comprehend its reality. Way more 
arousing than seeing either Kylie or Jenna getting 
fucked for some reason, I was transfixed with the 
sight. At one stage Natalie opened her eyes obviously 
in the heat of passion, and looked across at me as 
Warwick began fucking her without mercy. Her smile at 
that second conveyed just how much pleasure she was 
receiving and she was sharing it with me. Jesus Christ, 
I knew I had to fuck her myself at that moment.

Whatever second orgasm Warwick was building-up to was 
no third-rate little affair. He was thrusting up into 
her harder than I have seen any girl getting it. The 
effort was making them both sweat... Natalie's hair was 
getting damp around her forehead and I could see 
moisture around her cleavage as George continued to 
suck her with a vengeance. As he reached his climax, 
Warwick seized her hips, shaking violently as he 
emptied his cream well up inside her. I could but stare 
at the awesome sight. All Natalie could manage was 
"Ohhhhhhhhh," Several of them in fact.

George must have read my mind. "Take her Noel, she 
wants it as much as you do." He whispered to me as I 
approached the bed.

Natalie was just lying there groaning in pleasure and 
holding both hands on her pussy idly caressing it. 
Oblivious to her exposed breasts and erect nipples she 
just stared up at me.

"Can I?" was all I said to her. Her subsequent smile 
destroyed any vestige of parental decency I may have 
retained. I wanted her beyond anything on this planet. 
Shedding my pants I just knelt there on the quilt and 
began pulling her panties off. She made not the 
slightest attempt to stop me. Before anything I had to 
just take it all in... that wondrously hot naked little 
body... her beautiful wet slit – so like the other two 
and now leaking substantially with Warwick's cum. 

"You are so beautiful sweetheart," I said to her, "I 
hope you can forgive me for this later?" Another smile 
and she raised her arms to me. I don't even remember 
putting my cock into her – it was just suddenly there, 
right to the hilt. For every thrust I made... she 
fucked me back and within seconds I had her beneath me 
totally submissive and totally uninhibited. 

"Fuck me dad," she murmured, clutching me to her with 
such urgency. Lowering my head I kissed her for the 
first time. Someone hit the main-switch. Maybe I had 
rendered low my stocks of cum with the Louise 
experience, but seeing Natalie naked there and hearing 
her begging me to fuck her, more than compensated for 
any short-fall let me tell you. 

As I reached my zenith, she clung to me, her legs 
spread beyond the max as she just ground her hot and 
ravaged little pussy against me. Her beautiful smile as 
I filled her just spoke volumes. Even if I never did it 
again with her it wouldn't have mattered. That 
particular moment could never be repeated. Even as I 
spurted it all up into her I felt her own orgasm take a 
hold and her vaginal muscles clamped down hard as she 
was taken to the end of the line... gasping and moaning 
with outright pleasure. 

I would forever remember this second. My eyes wandered 
distractedly around the room. The half-empty glass of 
water on the little bed-side table, that tiny nick in 
the wallpaper just over the bedhead. The way Natalie's 
soft hair was splayed out now on the quilt, the small 
brown-framed print hanging over on the far wall just 
off straight. 

And then there was George.

Close to madness I would imagine, he had just seen one 
of the world's prettiest and sexiest girls, one that he 
obviously cared for himself, fucked silly by her own 
father right in front of him. Even if it had been his 
own idea, (and George is if nothing, ultimately 
considerate!) how diabolically aroused must he be now?

I caught his glance and indicated with no more than a 
single eye-movement, that he take my place. I so wanted 
to see her fucked by him. He picked up on it and 
crawled over to Natalie's prostrate body. Warwick had 
recovered sufficiently meanwhile to be squatted on her 
immediate left and was gently fondling her breasts as 
she lay there, quite happy for him to be doing it. I 
noticed that her nipples were still majorly erect. She 
had to be white hot and ready for more.

George certainly had more to give her. Drawing her legs 
up, he held them wide and I watched as he just pushed 
hard into her. So wet was she, it just slipped in. 
Quite obviously Natalie was not a virgin, it wasn't a 
subject we had ever discussed. Still, being nineteen 
and on to her third boyfriend (he who had just recently 
bit the dust) such was hardly likely anyway.

George was just making sure!

With I think as much love for her as I felt myself, he 
was fucking her deeply yet passionately. She wanted him 
too I could tell. Letting go of her legs he held her to 
him and began kissing her as he thrust into her. As she 
wrapped her legs around him in total ecstasy evidently, 
I felt such a wave of arousal I could have taken her 
again... even assuming I had anything left to donate!

"Fuck her hot little cunt," muttered Warwick, pretty 
much cut-out of the action by reason of their hugging. 
Quite the inappropriate comment at that particular 
second, but hey, we are talking about Warwick!

Natalie's whole body was shaking as George took her 
into his own little Twilight Zone. Gasping, whimpering 
and begging alternately, she was at the point of total 
submission, her lovely hair jiggling around her 
shoulders as he finally came in her, adding more white 
magic to her semi-drowned pussy. Goo seeped out of her 
as he withdrew and she just lay there, both hands 
holding her slit, trying I think, to keep as much 
inside as she could. 

We didn't take her again, not for lack of interest I 
stress but simply because she had had enough for a 
while and we were in kinda a depleted stock condition 
as you might imagine. What we did all do though was to 
pull her under the covers with us and kiss and fondle 
that beautiful hot little body for maybe twenty/thirty 
minutes. Not with any intent of starting anything else, 
just as a celebration I suppose of her sexy youth, her 
life-force and to show her how much we really loved her 
for what she had done and what she had given us. Most 
of it was kissing, every square inch, you wanna believe 
it!

My the time we got back downstairs it was to face the 
inevitable, "Yeah and where have you been dad?" or 
"Hey, Natalie's back guys and does she looked flushed!" 
(she did too!) Lucky it was nibblies recess.

Had the opportunity to catch up with cute little Luane. 
Quite like Michelle in temperament, she appeared to be 
yet another in the long, long assembly line of hot 
little girls in Jenna's grade for whom twenty minutes 
alone would be to die for. Just the way she would shake 
her head affectedly as she spoke about school and the 
promise of those lovely little developing curves 
beneath that flimsy top which was just begging to be 
tossed away behind the nearest chair. 

Don't even get me started on the mini-skirt. Her brown 
hair cut slightly shorter than Jenna's, she was well 
spoken, well groomed and altogether appealing in the 
extreme. Tiny hands, even for a girl in her mid teens, 
she just exuded virginal innocence with its unavoidably 
high arousal factor in tow. 

Not ten minutes into the two-way conversation and I 
knew I wanted to have her on my own for a while – quite 
a while! I sensed she would not resist any such 
opportunity. We were still chatting about assignments, 
future hopes and dreams, all the usual stuff, when her 
father intervened.

"Noel, could I ask you a question?" 

"Sure," I said, excusing myself. We walked into the 
kitchen. I had the vaguest of expectant ideas forming.

"Well," he said obviously unsure of how to continue. 
"Just talking with Warwick, Jer and a few others... You 
think there's any chance of getting Natalie to go with 
Kylie and Jenna upstairs? All three sisters together?"


(c) Peter_Pan 2005  http://www.lulu.com/content/106537

Autobiography at:http://www.lulu.com/content/74426

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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.
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