Hello Harper Valley - Goodbye Innocence
Publish Date: Jan 6, 2008
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Author's Note for the third Harper Valley chapter
Again I would recommend that any reader who has not covered the earlier two parts, do so first, if only to preserve the narrative thread and storyline continuity. A reminder additionally that these recollections run the gamut of incestuous couplings as well as group sex.
"I can't say that I had in the last couple of weeks given a great deal of serious thought as to whether I would ever take Jenna....ASK her even, to come to one of Jerry's "unique" little get-togethers. I think there was still enough of the "protective father syndrome" on active stand-by, to preclude that possibility, sinful and sleaze-ridden as my inner doppelganger might be. Sure, I pondered several hellishly wicked little scenarios that both Brianna and Larissa had bequeathed me, while in my mind's eye substituting Jenna's hot little body in the video-replays. But this was my eighteen-year old baby after all, I did have SOME pride left thank you very much.
What I didn't have was anticipation!
Certainly Jerry hadn't given up hope of my caving in to carnality, having rung every second or third night to enquire as to the status quo?
"But she'll just love it," he'd repeat, with parrot-like simplicity. "And if only Kylie would go with her? pondering no doubt the wide-range repercussions of having two young sisters performing at the one venue. By Thursday he had given up hope I think, although he had me note down the latest host's address "just in case!"
That night we had been watching some z-grade horror flick on cable and the heroine....I assume she was the heroine - everyone else was dead, raped or missing - was being tied up to a bed by some demented scumbag who looked like Danny DeVito on a bad day. I made some comment like "This is really off girls!" and Jenna looked at me real cheeky!
"Oh and I suppose YOU haven't ever tied a girl up to a bed dad?"
I asked her what the hell she was talking about?
She said "Oh, nothing!"
"C'mon Jenna," I insisted. "What in God's name made you say that?'
That set Kylie off.
"We're not completely dumb dad. Things do get about you know."
I realized then she knew.....they BOTH knew!
"Well maybe I'm dumb," I replied.. "Tell me what you're both talking about."
Kylie looked at Jenna, who giggled. "Dad, we go to the same school as Brianna???? Ring any bells?"
I was dead meat.
"So she's told you all about that day has she?" I asked warily, images of Brianna tied-up on that bed, burning the hell out of my retinas.
"Yeppo....ALL about it dad!" I started looking round desperately for a sword to fall on!
"All about it???? You mean like...." Jenna this time, cut me off.
"Well maybe not every single detail dad, but we both know what goes on at those parties. Just can't believe you went, that's all!"
"Oh I can," said Kylie giggling. I felt like spanking her. God, I ALWAYS feel like spanking her!
No one spoke for a moment. Total Mexican freeze-off!
"OK girls," I said eventually.... "Guilty as charged. I throw myself on the mercy of the Court. Ya want me to leave home? Go to Church twice a week?"
"Don't be silly dad," said Kylie. "You don't have to explain to us.....just tell us what really happened there, right??" She nudged Jenna, who giggled madly.
"No way," I said, "C'mon....."
"Well we know you did stuff with Brianna dad - she told us." They both broke up. "She said you were really cool!" Jenna added. "Honestly dad, doing it with a schoolgirl!"
Kylie was almost blushing. I wondered if Jenna caught her quick glance. If she did, she'd know everything. Maybe she already did.
"Well to be honest, EVERYONE was doing it with schoolgirls, if you really want to know," I said. I thought it prudent not to mention the accompanying mother factor!
They both wanted to know how many girls were there, their ages (I lied on that one) and what kinda stuff happened. I sanitized it as well as I could - making it sound like an over-friendly sewing circle! Then I said the dumbest thing of the night. I told them none of the girls were forced into anything, and thinking of Larissa essentially, told them that "some just went to observe."
"Would you take us to one then dad?" Jenna asked straight off the bat, Kylie backing her up to the hilt.
Game, set and match!
"Certainly not," I said. "You're only eighteen and nineteen....you don't need to see stuff like that!"
"And you DO?" muttered Kylie. I had that one coming!
"Please dad," Jenna begged. "Just this once. We only want to see what it’s like? Go on!....pretty please?"
Oh God, and weren’t they THAT right then?...pretty I mean!
"We won't "do" anything dad," said Kylie.
"Yeah?" I replied. "What if you both get so hot looking at what's happening, you can't help it? watching Brianna for instance?"
"Well actually, she's been saying to me all week "Get your dad to take you" and stuff like that." Jenna added, cleverly avoiding the question.
I didn't mention it to Jenna but I had no doubt Brianna wanted to get her there just to see her get fucked, and God help me, my own thought processes were heading along similar channels...with both of them.
I couldn't fail to realize either that as it happened, the party being that Saturday, was during a "safe" zone, their periods, as so often happens with sisters, having aligned themselves to the middle of the month. But what was I thinking?
"I'll do you a deal," I said. "You can both go for just half an hour, then we come home OK?" They jacked up. "Forty five minutes?" demanded Kylie, ever the negotiator.
I was happy with that. Not too much could threaten their safety in that time I assured myself. Talk about false prophets!
Come Saturday and without any input from me, both girls donned very similar skirts, tops and shoes. Anyone would have picked them as twins. Jenna had already told Brianna they were going, so God knows who else knew by now. Looking at them sitting together in my rear view mirror and knowing what they were going to see, just about edged-out my sanity. We didn't speak a word.
The house this time was way less salubrious than Windsor Hills but still large and sited on a well-treed double block not ten minutes away. As we swung in the driveway, Kylie said, "Hey, this is Louise Archer's place," like I should know who Louise Archer was!
Parking behind several other cars, I looked around to see if I recognized anyone from a fortnight earlier. I hadn't even freed-up my seat belt when a hand thrust itself through my driver's side window. I shook it.
"Well, you brought BOTH of them huh?....that's great." It was Jerry. Michelle was with him and smiling at Jenna as she got out out of the car.
"They're just here to observe Jerry," I put in, "Nothing else, so don't get any ideas." He wasn't even paying attention.
"Wow, you're twins," he exclaimed. "Let me guess, you're Jenna?" he asked.
Kylie giggled. "Nope, I'm Kylie, THIS is Jenna! and we're not twins, I'm nineteen, Jenna's eighteen." She flashed him the hottest smile.
Jerry shook her hand. "Well, it's very nice to meet you Kylie, you too Jenna, I hope you both have a great time."
Like hell he did. I figured he was flush with ideas for them both already!
Michelle gave me a hug as I got out of the car, I could see the girls thinking, "Oh, dad must have done it with her too." I just looked at them and mouthed the words "No, I didn't." I was looking around for Larissa but could not see her.
Brianna came running across the front yard and hugged Jenna, I held Kylie's hand as we walked inside. Several other cars were arriving now.
The host was indeed Brad Archer and daughter Louise was flitting about behind him welcoming all her friends between chatting to Kylie. A pretty girl dressed in fetching hot-pants and a somewhat skimpy top that scrunched-up would probably have fitted in the average shirt pocket. Many of the same people were there - we exchanged nods, although most eyes were on Kylie and Jenna and it was obvious several people were acknowledging to one another, "they must be twins."
The young mother who had won pre-selection to the bedroom-games last time was there with her cute daughter. I wondered what the hell my girls would be thinking if and when they saw her with her hands up her daughter's skirt again. Bridget and her father were there, I think she even had on that same tight outfit - must be her dad's favorite.
The house itself, being way smaller than the previous "Bill Gates" styled edifice, was able to house the many guests (though fewer I would say than before) by virtue of the fact that three rooms in parallel....a lounge, dining-room and study by all accounts, had had their common walls knocked down, yielding an enormous L-shaped entertaining area. In many ways it was far more intimate than the Windsor Hills "ballroom." The heavy drapes certainly precluded any concerns over 'privacy.'
A convenient three-seater lounge sat empty along one wall nearby, so calling out to Jenna, the three of us monopolized it. The hosts had catered for around thirty guests it seemed, and thus chairs, sofas and lounges ruled supreme.
As before, it wasn't exactly the case of someone using a starter's pistol to kick-start proceedings. Mostly a lot of talking and chatting initially, girls, and fathers moving around the room to speak with acquaintances, several like myself just staying with their own daughter or daughters.
The girls sat either side of me looking very chaste and cute. Their skirts I noticed looking remarkably shorter in a seated position. Damn, I was having those thoughts again! Now and again one would incline her head to talk either with me or her sister. I also noticed several men looking our way.
"Gosh...isn't that her mother?" said Jenna suddenly.
Towards the far end of the room Ms "Incredibly-well-preserved-for-thirty-odd" sat talking to a male friend whilst her hand was clearly way up inside the hem of her daughter's skirt, caressing something of major interest as the girl was squirming around noticeably.
"Is she doing what I THINK she's doing?" said Jenna breathlessly.
"Look, you both wanted to come," I said, "I'm not responsible for either what goes on or what you see." Both Kylie and Jenna's eyes were as big as saucers.
At that moment, little Brianna sidled up to me. "Can I sit on your lap?" she asked.
"Sure" I said, patting a spot for her. I saw Kylie and Jenna exchange glances as she sat down. God, that felt awesomely pleasant I have to say. It also brought back feelings, images and desires from a fortnight earlier. Brianna pulled one of my arms around her waist affectionately. I almost blushed.
"Don't look at me like that," I muttered to Kylie. "She's only sitting on me."
"Oh, sure dad," she laughed. "What would you say though if I went and sat on some other guy's lap?"
"I'd say..right, let’s go home kids!" I replied truthfully. "Anyway, you're just here to watch..remember?"
She looked at me cheekily and wrinkled her little nose up. "Of course dad, that's all!"
Brianna's bottom was doing wonders for my procreational equipment, such that she turned to me mid conversation with Jenna and said, "Oh did I do that?" and giggled. I would lay twenty to one both Jenna and Kylie knew what she meant as they looked at each other knowingly. My arms now encircling her and holding her tightly, I was wanting to hold other things tightly, but was somewhat constrained by circumstance.
Many girls had moved around the room now and were either seated on men's laps or between a husband and wife as it would appear. Of these, there were fewer than previously and for that, I was grateful.
Bridget's father was clearly smitten with his daughter's charms still as he had her sitting on his knee, arms round his neck while his hands smoothed their way over the full spectrum of the illegal territory on offer. From this distance she appeared to be bra-less as her nipples were seemingly trying their best to push through the confines of the tight material. Kissing her with extreme fervor, I watched as his hand lowered her left strap and all but exposed her breasts in totality. Bridget was giggling and encouraging him, Kylie and Jenna gasping!
I wondered if anyone had ever suffered cardiac arrest at one of these little turn-outs. I didn't want to be the first.
"Well, are you going to kiss her dad?" Jenna asked suddenly.
"JENNA," I replied, "I said you two can come and watch.....not watch ME. How embarrasing do you think that would be?"
"But dad," Kylie said, "We don't care. Do whatever you want, don't mind us."
As I turned to answer her, Brianna just raised her head and kissed me on the lips. I saw Jenna's eyes widen. The effect of that kiss was to lower my inhibitions yet catalyse my intentions. I pulled her around so that she was facing me semi-kneeling, her legs straddling my lap. Given also the brevity of the skirt she had on, I had a full frontal view of her cute polka-dot panties. I heard a sharp intake of breath...it was Jenna, obviously with as good a view.
"Do you want us to leave you alone for a while dad?" asked Kylie, clearly concerned for my predicament. This left me in a quandary. Whilst the privacy would have been welcome, leaving them unguarded was anything but. I shook my head.
"It's OK sweetie, just don't be disappointed with me." I replied, somewhat mystified as to why I had said that.
They looked equally puzzled.
Brianna meanwhile was hot...and getting hotter. I raised my hand and stroked her inner thighs which must have been just this side of Fahrenheit 451. Only a few inches higher up and beneath those cheery little polka dots, I knew "ground zero" must be awash with expectation.
Brianna's light blue eyes were glazing slightly and I knew she needed to feel those most intimate of caresses. I lightly took hold of her breasts and very gently squeezed her nipples. Not sure whose gasps were the loudest, hers or my daughters’. Brianna wriggled under my touch and with my left hand I began to rub the front of her panties. This brought her to such urgency she made some very soft little moaning sounds.
What made me even hotter then was the fact that Jenna and Kylie suddenly had the need to hold hands as they watched Brianna's reactions. I'm sure both must have been highly aroused themselves by the immediacy of it all. That supposition was proven correct seconds later as Kylie whispered into my ear. "You can fuck her dad, it's OK."
No-one but me heard those words but they were enough to tip it all over into hyper-drive. Pulling Brianna to me and using her lower body as cover I was able to extricate my erection which Brianna guided unerringly between her panties. Just a matter then of encircling her bottom and pulling her hard towards me.
She cried out briefly as I entered her and clung to me as I reached maximum penetration. As if lending support, the two girls closed ranks around her, their own breasts now up close and personal.
"This is soo hot dad," said Jenna quietly.
Kylie of course knew what it felt like, she was re-living that moment we had shared eighteen months earlier and it was as if every gentle thrust I was making in Brianna was being played out back in my bedroom. I glanced at her and just whispered to her so softly "I love you Kylie."
God knows what this must have looked like from the other guest's viewpoint or indeed how many if any, were watching this little tableau. As I began to thrust upwards into Brianna, my arms went around both Kylie and Jenna and I held them to me as their locked hands in turn held Brianna tight against my chest. Her breasts were making direct contact with my shirt now and her beautiful head on my shoulder as I penetrated her lovingly and really so slowly.
Best of all, I came while kissing her. No attention-grabbing dialog, not even a cry of unhinged sexual passion. Simply the most exhilarating orgasm and a need to hold on to her and watch the effect in her eyes of what was spurting deep within her. THAT is where the real pleasure lies, seeing...not doing. Brianna's own orgasm took her obviously to the heights and much of this was understood and felt I think by both Jenna and Kylie. Having them there was an incredibly sharing and arousing experience, albeit one I could never have contemplated.
Trouble loomed.....BIG trouble. Brianna's father, presumably a witness to the recent transfer of bodily fluids to his daughter, lobbed up from God know's where.
"Say, You’re looking really pretty today Jenna," he said to her, then on seeing Kylie who had been partially hidden by Brianna herself sitting on my lap, added. "Whoa! Twins huh? How'm I gonna choose here?"
"No problem," I suggested as Brianna dismounted smiling, smoothing her skirt down, "You won't have to choose, neither are on the menu. Just observers today."
He looked pissed. "Er, did I or did I NOT just see you performing some majorly sexual act with my daughter?"
"Your "willing" daughter," I corrected. "House rules remember? No girl forced to do anything right?" Jenna and Kylie were enjoying this little exchange, I could tell.
"Fair enough," he continued, "But who's forcing them?" he turned to Jenna.
"C'mon sweetie, you know me...you've been over to our place for years, pretty much since pre-school when you first met Brianna. Just want to have some fun with you. Don't have to go all the way if you don't want to."
"I said, she's off-limits," I reiterated, getting somewhat theatrical with my body language.
"Hang on dad," said Jenna. "Don't I have any say here?" I almost dropped my bundle.
"What?" I answered semi-conscious from shock. "Er, you're a virgin Jenna, or had you forgotten that bit? Besides, there's only twenty five minutes left before we go."
"Mr. Gardner is OK dad," she said, "I trust him. He can't force me to do anything. I'll be fine!"
I was figuring she must want to have a bit of a touch-up up seeing what happened to Brianna. I supposed she had that coming at some stage anyway and besides might be better to happen here in semi-controlled circumstances than in the back seat of some scumbag's car.
"Well maybe if Kylie goes with you then. That OK with you Warwick? Just twenty minutes mind, then we have to leave,"
"Sure," said Gardner, "She can hold the rifle!"
The four of them ambled off towards the alcove at the far end of the "L" shaped lounge-room. My eyes were glued to their pert little receding bottoms.
My seeming "change of heart" was not purely selfless. I had just seen Larissa and her father walk in. Waving in her direction, I caught her eye, though at the risk of sounding terminally conceited, I had a sneaking suspicion she was looking around for me. She literally ran over, leaving her dad way behind.
"I missed you so much," she said throwing her arms around my neck and giving me the most intimate of hugs. The lip action wasn't that bad either! Goddamn! I completely forgot about my two daughters on the spot.
I sat back down on the lounge with Larissa perched now beside me, holding my hand and telling me all about her week at school and various other intimate little details. George finally made it over, shook my hand and sat down beside his daughter.
"Few new girls here by the look of it," he muttered, "Really hot little pair of twins I saw over the other side." He indicated a group near the television.
Following his gaze I said, "Er yeah, well actually, those are my daughters....and they're not twins."
"Oh," said Larissa, "You DID bring them? Where are they?"
I pointed them out. Jenna was sitting beside Warwick Gardner, Brianna alongside and Kylie in a chair opposite them. Nothing untoward appeared to be happening.
"They're very pretty," she said, as I took-in her own beautifully presented femininity. In a one-piece dress this time, the top was quite low cut with just a hint of dark blue bra, beneath which curves hot enough to warm Hell itself, were patently visible. What I felt as I looked at her was anything but lust, more a growing sadness that I could never shed the thirty odd years between us, because she was I knew, that which I had been looking for all my life. I had thought about her for two weeks.
"Thank you Larissa," I answered mechanically, holding her hand and conveying feelings to her I could never say....could never explain even. She looked at me momentarily and I had the feeling I was looking deep into a consciousness that was way older than my own. For the second time that afternoon I was asked "Could I sit on your lap?"
As if sensing he was not needed or even wanted, George asked me if he could go talk with my daughters. Realizing how much that would probably piss Warwick Gardner off, I said "Sure, take your time mate"
Another father was walking towards us from a nearby group. To save him having to complete the journey I held my hand up saying "Don't even think about it!" I must have gotten the point across because he shook his head and turned on his heel.
With Larissa sitting on me like she was, her dress had ridden a fair way up her thighs. I slipped one hand under the hem and felt her stiffen momentarily as I slid my hand upwards. It wasn't the only thing to stiffen. She murmured something unintelligible as I kissed her passionately but completely melted as I reached the front of her panties. The dress prevented much lateral movement of her legs but it was more than enough to get my fingers beneath her knickers and in-between her southern lips which were nothing short of volcanic to the touch.
"I've really wanted you to do this to me since last time," she whispered. I was gonna say "Then why the fuck didn't you call?" but thought better of it. I simply told her I wanted her too as I increased the pressure on her pussy. Nuzzling her breasts was as pleasant in its actuality as in its contemplation. I kissed her there through her dress and could feel the hardness of the nipples notwithstanding. Her own urgency now was transmitting itself orally and physiologically. Put simply, she wanted me to fuck her stupid.
Unzipping the dress from shoulder to bottom, we got that little sucker off in no time. Uncaring as to who saw what, my daughters included, I had her straddle me in just her bra and panties. From what I could see in other areas of the room by now, she wasn't the only one thus attired.
Holding her round the bottom I allowed her to free up my erection, what am I saying? I BEGGED her to. Brianna was long forgotten, Kylie too if the truth be known, as Larissa guided the head in-between her legs. She gasped as I thrust in deeply and set up a rhythm that was only ever going to have the one outcome....or in her case - income!
I have no idea what stock-levels I still held of the good stuff, but they took a serious dive with this performance. It felt to me like I filled her entire reproductive system - uterus, fallopian tubes, possibly even her abdominal cavity. In post-orgasmic bliss I told her I loved her senseless and that I hoped she understood that what I had just done to her, had meant more to me than probably the previous four decades. I saw her cry and knew she understood.
Emotionally endangered, and still hugging her to me, I caught sight of a vision of stupefying incredulity. Unless I was delusional, Larissa's dad was sitting in a chair not twenty five feet from me, with my daughter Jenna in his lap, one hand down her top and the other well up under her skirt somewhere. She appeared to be more than a willing partner as she wriggled beneath his ministrations. As for Kylie, she had obviously swapped places with her sister and was letting Brianna's dad not only kiss her, but fondle her breasts while Brianna held her hand. I was about to kill both of them when Larissa pulled me back down.
"Just let them be Noel. You have to let go at some stage. Dad has left me with you hasn't he? You have to do the same."
I heard her words... I knew she was right but still tears came to my eyes as I watched it all happening. I had to go over and see out this two-act tragedy. Larissa clung to me as I crossed the room.
Close to, it was like a scene from a David Hamilton movie. Beautiful young girls and their first experiences of sexual passion. I was no longer sad, 'entranced' would be a better word.
George was beginning to kiss Jenna now and as she lay there against him her eyes closed, I just watched stunned as he slowly pushed her skirt up and exposed her light-blue panties. His other hand continued to fondle her breasts inside her bra and a sudden deep murmur led me to think he must surely be manipulating her nipples. I knew how she must feel.
Kylie, seated opposite with her back to me, had not yet seen us as Larissa and I knelt down by Jenna's chair. Having her with me was very comforting and I kissed her again.
Jenna opened her eyes and although seeing me right beside her, was in such an aroused state she just whispered "I'm so sorry dad."
Reaching across I took hold of her hand and said. "I'm OK with it really, just let yourself go Jenna and enjoy it."
Fact is, I really WANTED her now to let herself go. George looked at me and understood my meaning. After all, I had taken his daughter's virginity right in front of him, it seemed more than reasonable he do the same with mine.
Kylie meanwhile was straddling Warwick, much as Brianna had done with me not half an hour earlier. I watched as his hands pushed her skirt right up towards her hips exposing a hot little g-string ("my God, she came prepared" I was thinking) Both hands around her bottom now, he pulled her closer whilst kissing her even more passionately. Her breasts I knew must be pushing up against him and even as I watched, he pulled both hands out from under her bottom and began pulling off her top - she even raised her arms for him. As her small lacey white bra was exposed, I felt my mouth dry up. Sitting there in just her skirt she muttered something as he slipped her straps down her arm one by one. I stared entranced at her beautiful slim frame, finely shaped shoulders, curved hips and the beautiful impression of her spine that only really young girls seem to have. He unhooked her bra and tossed it on the floor where it looked small enough to fit an 8 year old. Kylie arched her back for him, pushing forward her beautiful firm breasts that he began to kiss and nuzzle. I heard her moan in pleasure.
I was so damn hard, and Larissa wasn't helping at all, taking my hand and after pulling her own dress up, slipped it in-between her thighs. She was as wet as I was erect.
Jenna was in not much dressier a state. George had his hands in her panties and I could see clearly that he had at least two fingers inside her pussy. She was spreading her legs for him and moaning audibly. I watched as he exposed both breasts - they were so small and prettily defined - before leaning forward and gently sucking her left nipple. Even Larissa gasped as she watched her father sucking the young girl.
Distracted by some activity alongside me, another father had knelt down beside Larissa and was whispering something to her. She just looked at me and said "Go to your daughter, I'll be here." With that she simply got on her knees and allowed the newcomer to unzip her dress once more. Leaving it on her, he started pulling her knickers down and I knew she was going to let him fuck her right there right then. Well at least I'd left her wet enough!
I whispered to George to get up for a moment and let me hold Jenna. If this was to be her moment, I wanted to be with her. He did so and I sat back down in the chair and pulled her to me. She didn't ask what I was doing - I think she knew.
She tried to cover her breasts but I pulled her hands aside and said "Don't cover yourself sweetheart, you are just so beautiful I want to look at you." I had her sitting with her back to me, the smell of her soft hair in my face nothing short of intoxicating.
George was kneeling on the floor in front of her now. I kissed her neck and said.. "Just let it happen honey." As he reached up and unzipped her tiny skirt she gasped but I kept hold of her hands and whispered to her not to worry, that she would be alright with me here. George then began pulling her panties down while I extricated her bra.
I think the arousal factor was so prominent, it over-rode Jenna's embarrassment at being naked for the first time in front of a man...TWO men actually, not to mention on-lookers. She gasped as her pussy was exposed, the hottest little triangle of curly brown hair I think I had ever seen framing her virginal lips. I held her around the waist, looking down at her beautiful cleavage and noticing just how erect her nipples were now. I had to hold those beautiful little mounds and as I lightly cupped her, she looked up at me and just whispered "Oh, dad!"
George meanwhile had spread her legs sufficiently to view her youthful nakedness in all its glory. I think he was as stunned as she was. Larissa, who was in a dream-state of her own as the man behind her was thrusting in to her pussy like a dervish, was gazing at Jenna's nudity and probably remembering her own tentative de-virginizing just two weeks earlier.
As George lowered his head between Jenna's legs and kissed her that first time on her pussy I experienced the electricity as she wriggled. I felt her nipples hardening beneath my fingers as she put her face upwards for me to kiss her. George kissed her there harder and she began to spread her legs. She also moaned between my kisses.
I knew she must be so wet now as George unzipped himself while delivering her first lick. She shuddered as his tongue separated her labia and looked up at me with an expression that was half sexual pleasure and half juvenile apprehension. I wanted desperately to feel her pussy myself and to make love to her all night, but this wasn't my time, not even my prerogative.
George knelt higher now and he had his erection right in front of her slit. Jenna looked mortified, but not afraid. I whispered to her that I had done the very same thing to Larissa a fortnight earlier and that George would be as loving and as careful as I had been.
I can never satisfactorily explain to you the full range of emotions that one experiences seeing another man's cock enter your daughter's pussy, most especially for the first time. It is a mixture of sadness, raging arousal, erotic nirvana and lustful satisfaction.
Jenna simply gasped and stared as he pushed into her a few centimeters. I felt her body stiffen and told her to relax completely which she seemed to do. For a while he just kept pushing in and out gaining slightly more penetration each time. Jenna was moaning now and spreading wider quite unconsciously. I felt her jolt as he reached her hymen.
"It's OK baby," I told her, "You might feel a sudden pain, but after that you'll never even remember it."
It was at that moment I happened to glance behind George.
Warwick had gotten Kylie completely nude and still straddling him, he was beginning to fuck her, although all I could see was his hands around her bottom holding her tight as he thrust up hard into her. With Brianna still holding her right hand I could see a hint of Kylie's left breast as she began to really ride him. Brianna's free hand was well inside her own panties and she was understandably highly flushed watching Kylie's progress.
George began applying pressure to the hymen and Jenna was wincing. I began to knead her nipples now aware that such manipulation would go some way to anaesthetizing her awareness of the lower obstacle. The ploy worked, and she began moaning as I pulled her nipples harder while still rubbing them between thumb and forefinger. George to his everlasting intelligence, used the diversion for a full frontal offensive. Jenna cried out "Ohh dad!!!" but he was through the minefield and he began to push deeply into her.
Was this the hottest moment of my life? Dead set it was! Watching and FEELING my daughter being fucked on my lap? What do you reckon? As he began to pump her rhythmically, Jenna began to gasp and moan alternately. Either way I don't figure she was carrying too much animosity over the deflowering methodology. She began to rub her own breasts as he fucked her ever harder. We had no need to hold her legs apart any longer, she was well able to maintain that aspect herself.
Glancing up at me with glazed eyes she whispered "He's fucking me dad, do you still love me?" I just kissed her and said, All the more sweetie, all the more!"
If she had seen Kylie's performance she didn't say so but from what I could see of it, she was rapidly turning into a first class little slut, even if I do say it myself. Seemed to me she was raping Brianna's dad now!
As George built to his understandably swift orgasm, I felt Jenna tensing and guessed her own wasn't too far off. Her hands ventured down to her pussy and she was beginning to rub herself right alongside where his cock was penetrating her with such passion. I heard Larissa cry out as the man evidently came in her, spurred on doubtless by watching Jenna getting fucked at close hand.
As George spasm’d into her, Jenna gasped as she must have felt his hot cum shooting up into her. Still fondling her breasts I whispered to her, "Cum Jenna, don't hold back, I want to feel you having it." I needn't have spoken as her whole body shook and she just was gripped by a feeling she had never known. Obviously she and Kylie would have masturbated many times - I often wondered if like many sisters, they did it to each other - but it would be nothing like the heights of an orgasm while being fucked for your first time.
Jenna was breathless, but hot! I saw it in her eyes - there was no way she was going home for a while! As George zipped-up and went looking for a Medic, she lay on me making no attempt to cover herself. Looking up at me as she idly caressed her very wet and only slightly bloodied pussy, she whispered, "I want you to fuck me daddy...just once."
I remembered a time another beautiful daughter had used similar words. Of course, there was no-one else in the room that I wanted more right at that second. I pulled her round so that she was straddling me like Kylie opposite, her pretty bum obviously in full view of any and all interested parties. My erection was such that I could barely extricate it from my underpants. Odd I thought, how un-embarrassing it all seemed getting my erection out in front of my youngest daughter. But being in the presence of prolonged and multiple group sex has that effect, seems to numb the inhibitions.
Sitting astride me, Jenna clearly wanted me to make contact with her cute breasts as she teasingly wiggled them in front of my face. As I lowered my head and began sucking her, I felt her gasp and shudder with pleasure.
Just then a familiar little face appeared beside me.
"Really dad! your OWN daughter!"
Kylie had slipped her bra and panties back on again but was she looking like the cat that had just finished-off the cream...or what? Kneeling beside the chair, she looked the image of temptation incarnate, especially being able to see right down that bra...yeah well, THAT little body would just have to wait!
Kissing Jenna's sweet lips was not far off 'Heaven's gate' but pushing my cock up into her was 'Beyond the Infinite.' That she wanted it as much as me made it all that more memorable too. As she leaned forward she moaned as I penetrated her further and further. Her hips were moving rhythmically and in a matter of moments I could see and feel nothing but her beautiful little body as it blended in with everything I had to give her. I looked in her eyes as I thrust up into her and just whispered "I love you Jenna, I'll always love you."
I was aware that Kylie had taken hold of her younger sister's hand and I was vaguely conscious of the fact that she must be remembering that incredible night she and I shared the same mind-numbingly beautiful union.
Jenna's hair was damp at the ends from exertion now but I just held her around the bottom and continued to pump that beautiful little pussy. Looking down between her legs and seeing my cock penetrating her so deeply had a devastatingly arousing effect.
Her own orgasm preceded mine, I think it was more or less a continuation of her first one. Her eyes glazed over and she just started whispering "fuck me" as her body seemed to shake. Like I said before, if you want your father to cum in you, those really ARE the best words to use. The simplest maybe, but definitely the best.
I just held on to her, cuddling her like never before as I came. I know she felt everything and I was aware of Kylie's tender and loving expression as I fulfilled my immediate destiny with her sister.
Obviously we are but marginally into that afternoon's activities. To complete the coverage would take another sixteen pages minimum which is going to have to wait until part IV.
There are 35 recollections in the series. Chronologically they are: Forget Harper Valley PTA Return to Harper Valley Hello Harper Valley: Goodbye Innocence Harper Valley: Endgame Harper Valley: The Way Forward If You're Going to Harper Valley be Sure to wear Some Flowers In Your Hair Harper Valley Pleasure Dome HV Eight We Always Lay 'Em Straight You Never Know Your Luck At Harper Valley Up Close & Personal The Downsizing of Harper Valley HV: New Blood Harper Valley 13: You Call that Unlucky? Harpers Bizarre Harper Valley Angels They Shoot Hussies Don't They? Halfway To Heaven: Harper Delivers Harper Valley: Distant Princess Harpers Afloat Published collectively in paperback as “The Complete Harper Valley” www.lulu.com/content/106537
HV Family Crisis Farewell to Zion Larissa Harper Valley: Last Rites Ghosts of Harper Harper Valley Fallout Homecoming Echoes of Watergate Harper Valley: Outpatient Enquiries Valley Girl: Return of the Prodigal If the Shoe Fits Hotter Than Hell in Minus Five When the Sun Goes Down at Harper Valley Published in soft cover as a second anthology “Harper Valley: Postscript” www.lulu.com/content/402381
Sisterly Affection Harpers: Moment of Shame Harper Valley: In the Heat of the Night
Note: Some of these 'episodes' have never been published on the Internet and only appear in the printed books themselves
T-Girls - Part Four - Lili Elbe - A Little Danish Please! - So who was this young woman of Danish origin who underwent the first risky and risque operation to be the first transsexual Brunhilda of Bavaria?
T-Girls - Part Three - French transsexuals include the Abbe De Choisy who was not so choosy when it came to male sex partners
The T-Girl - Part Two - The transsexual not only comes out of the closet, but, does so with fabulous flair, honey dripping honesty and penis erecting panache