Harper Valley 4: Endgame
"Jenna simply looked at me. Legs either side of me now, she just snuggled up with my erection still deep within her, fully naked and totally uncaring. Her sister had let go of her right hand now and was holding her rather lovingly around the waist. If Jenna had been a cat, she would have purred.
I looked down at her pert little breasts, damp now from exertion, as they rested against my shirt front. Half lying back in the chair myself, the realization of what I had just done to my youngest daughter brought with it anything but recrimination and self-loathing. The fact is, I had just been able to express, maybe for the first time, the true depth of my love for her. Clinical (make that 'criminal') psychologists would doubtless point to my withered grasp on reality and express the predictable view that I was simply rationalizing my warped sexual perspectives...and may they happily do so! I was there, they weren't!
Many readers might also find it hard to accept the likelihood of "decent young girls from predominantly middle class homes," with limited or no prior sexual experience, suddenly submitting themselves to group sexual activity without question.
I believe there are two factors here of relevance. Firstly, at eighteen, most girls (if they have not already so indulged) are simply waiting for the starter's pistol as far as sex is concerned. It is a hot age indeed. The less discussed and scientifically investigated phenomenon I believe, is that during this period, most girls (and I'm suggesting upwards of 90% here) incur I am sure, ragingly hot fantasies of having sex with their fathers. As a consequence, suddenly finding themselves able to live out those fantasies, perhaps within a perceived "safety of numbers" (other girls, siblings, families etc) the full spectrum of sexual freedom removes all social inhibition. It's just a theory.
There was Larissa - a point in question, not three feet away from me, with a third fathers' cock in her now as she lay on her back, legs appealingly wide, being kissed by some cute little blonde girl herself dressed only in tight little yellow panties that another man, her father quite possibly, was in the process of pulling down, as she knelt over Larissa. I watched as he got them past her knees, before slipping one hand up between her slim legs and probing a remarkably attractive pussy with his index finger. His other hand meanwhile was wasting no time in feeling up both her quite small breasts. This scene and others like it, were being played-out the length and breadth of the room. What I can tell you is, my two girls looked even hotter. Neither Kylie or Jenna were coerced into doing anything that afternoon. What happened, they alone were in total control of.
"That was incredible dad," Jenna whispered to me, easing herself off my lap and crouching down alongside her sister. Kylie retrieved her bra and knickers laying nearby which Jenna quickly wriggled into. Just the sight of them both dressed now only in their underwear was enough to kick-start the adrenaline flow, if indeed it had ever stopped.
"And as for you, young lady," I angled a glance at Kylie, "What do you have to say for yourself? Would I be right in assuming you found the recent experience somewhat pleasurable?"
"Dad!!" was all she said, while looking at Jenna and giggling.
Warwick Gardner ambled over, reached down and gave Kylie a pat on the backside.
Inclining his head towards me he said "Very hot little daughter you have there," he was clearly looking down her bra now - I couldn't blame him to be honest and Kylie didn't seem to mind anyway.
"Any chance of "borrowing" her younger sister for a short time?"
"Well actually Warwick," I replied, "We were just about ready to go. I told them just forty-five minutes and we're long past that."
"C'mon dad," said Kylie. "Just a bit longer..please? We're not even dressed yet." She had a point!
"Well maybe just another half an hour then girls," I told them, no doubt wanting subconsciously to see just how far they did want to go with this.
Warwick looked way happier.
"Well then, what about Jenna?" he continued.
"What about her?" I said, "Better ask her what she wants to do," I replied after giving the matter some further thought, though not that much I suspect. School was definitely in for my youngest that afternoon.
At that moment Michelle came over to me and whispered most discreetly, "Wouldn't you like to give me a cuddle? You've been with all those other girls, even your daughter...and you didn't even give me one at the last party."
I wasn't sure whether she meant to cuddle or fuck her but either way, she had a point and it sure wasn't out of intent. I Just ran out of time and cum.....in that order!
"OK Shelley," I said, "I would very much like to correct that little oversight."
So saying, I took her hand and pulled her down into the chair on top of me. I was surprised that she was still fully clothed....maybe she had gotten dressed again. Even as I put my arm around her, Warwick was helping Jenna to her feet and simply the sight of my daughter in just her bra and panties being led off by a man almost three times her age, raised a lot more than my temperature.
Another guy, obviously one of Kylie's friend's fathers, and seemingly familiar to her, had knelt down on the floor right where she was crouched. He whispered something to her which made her giggle but I noticed his hand was making short work of the journey from her knee to her crotch. Following his lead, I slipped a hand up beneath Michelle's skirt which brought a small gasp of pleasure. I felt her part her legs slightly and with that beautiful little face up against my shoulder, I just had to kiss it.
Kylie meanwhile was beginning to moan softly as the man rubbed her panties in exactly the right spot. Understandably, not wanting to waste any opportunities going, with a barely dressed hot little teenie, he slipped his spare hand into Kylie's bra and began fondling both her breasts.
What could I do except follow suit? Michelle's eyes began to glaze as the combination of my hand well inside her knickers and the other causing hopefully the most pleasant of friction to her nipples, brought her to new levels of pleasure. She just whispered to me "Don't stop," as if that were even a half-likely eventuality.
Sometimes, teasing a girl's body while dressed, generates as much heat and gratuitous sexual pleasure as getting her off naked. The same might be said for watching a girl being fondled and fingered to the edge of sanity....especially if it happens to be your daughter.
By the time Michelle was clutching at her pussy wantonly as my fingers set off that geo-thermal landslide deep within her hottest zone, Kylie was panting like a feral cat and completely given over to the sensations that were rippling through her. The guy had no problem getting her on to her knees, pulling her panties right down and delivering from behind exactly what she wanted - an all-meat burger with cum dressing. Beautiful Larissa at that minute knelt down in front of Kylie and began kissing her hard as the man really started to fuck her. I have rarely witnessed anything hotter.
Except for the fact I had made a conscious decision to conserve my supplies of impregno-gel' ...I think I would have submitted Michelle to the same three-course meal. As it was though, she had to be satisfied with a little manual over-ride.
Kylie was simply out of it and crying-out in ecstasy at the point he came in her big-time. For a full thirty seconds afterwards she was still shivering from what must have been one inspirational orgasm.
I knelt down and kissed her, not that she probably recognized me, then headed off to find Jenna.
I walked the length and breadth of the room but couldn't see her. Mind you, that didn't infer that she wasn't there necessarily. Unlike the last "gathering," the guests this time appeared to have "fragmented" not just in couples, but often in small groups. One such group had Bridget as its centerpiece. She was completely naked, and sitting astride one guy. Another young girl was kneeling between her legs licking her stupid. Bridget was wriggling all over the place, one hand on the girl's head pulling her to her. One of the mothers was sucking her right nipple while a young boy, just eighteen so I learned later, sucked the other. As for Bridget herself, she was definitely not putting herself in line for a Girl Scout’s Nature award as she was successfully juggling two activities concurrently. Kissing the guy she was seated on and jerking - evidently quite effectively - the cock of a second man standing alongside. I say "effectively," as I saw him donate to the girl on her knees between Bridget's legs, a rather hot facial which made her gasp. Made me jealous!
By my third "pass" I was assured that Jenna wasn't there, but tellingly, neither was Warwick. Not too many possibilities remained and all were bad news. Outside somewhere....in a car or upstairs! Party rules didn't necessarily cover this aspect, only that no girl was to be forced into anything. But hey, Jenna was only eighteen. A pretty fine line there between "forcing" and "encouraging." I had to find her....and quickly.
My gut feeling was that Warwick had taken her upstairs to one of the guest bedrooms perhaps. Lacking a room-guide, I had to play it by ear. At the top of the staircase several doors led off a fairly long hallway. I figured Archer must have spent much of his working life in hotels and wanted to replicate the experience at home.
Behind the second door I could definitely hear activity of sorts. A young girl's voice beyond doubt, but more worryingly - more than one man's. I opened the door, fearing the worst. The sight that greeted me rendered me years younger.
A young girl - Jenna's age to judge, certainly no older, was kneeling on a Queen size bed surrounded by four men having undoubtedly, the time of their lives getting her to try on different bras. In just her panties, she was giggling and letting the straps fall down her shoulders while the occasional hand found its way between her legs and rubbed her while she attended to the clasp on the bra. It was this activity that was making her wriggle about and gasp in girlish delight. Each were taking turns to kiss her also, whilst having a surreptitious 'feel' of her exquisitely pretty little partially encased breasts.
Seeing me enter, the three men invited me to join them, but regrettably Jenna's welfare precluded this possibility. I explained that I was looking for my own daughter and had to pass up the offer unfortunately. Mentally substituting this girl's predicament for Jenna, spurred my exit. The last thing I saw was the four of them pushing the girl on her back. I imagine her underwear show was at an end, it being time for her next lesson in Sex-ed no doubt.
The next room was empty, the one after that - anything but. If only it had been! I suppose in hindsight I should be grateful there were only two men with her but the sight that met my eyes on entry was one of disbelief!
Jenna, my innocent little Jenna was lying across Warwick's knee, her back to me, as he sat on the edge of the bed. Clad still in her matching light blue bra and knickers, Warwick was spanking her bottom with decided vigor - quite obvious from the way her cute little rear-end was bouncing around beneath his hand. I wondered for an instant why she was making no audible outcry...of either disapproval or pain. Then I clearly saw why.
The second man...older even than me, was kneeling the far side of Jenna and with her head right down near the floor, she was obviously sucking him as hard as she knew how. Warwick looked up as I entered but showed no sign of surprise or any inclination to limit his assault on my daughter's bottom. I walked across to them and stared down - Jenna had yet not seen me.
With one hand around his shaft, she was sucking on him like a pro and the guy was most certainly responding to her hot little mouth as he took a hold of her head and began, disgusting as it sounds I realize, to really fuck her in the mouth. If it hadn't been my daughter I would have thought it a girl with years of practice of this kind of behavior. It seemed to me that she was now wriggling her bottom in an attempt to have Warwick spank her harder. He took the hint alright. I heard her gasp, even with her mouth full as it was, as he increased the severity and frequency of contact with her hot little tail.
Pausing, Warwick took a hold of the elastic atop her knickers with both hands and looked up at me questioningly? I wanted it as much as he did, and nodded. Even before he got them half way down her bottom, the other man reached the end of his personal highway and lost utterly his cool both physically and verbally, as he divested himself of that which he could no longer hold on to. His commenting "Oh God, she is soo fucking hot," should have gotten from me a punch in the mouth, but the fact is he was doing no more than echoing what we all knew and were probably thinking at that moment. What she couldn't swallow, he sprayed on her face and in that white-hot moment I was definitely a lost cause so far as caring and protective fathers are concerned.
Warwick had her panties down around her ankles a second later and Jenna simply kicked them off, still wriggling her bottom which now I think of it, was probably causing her delightful contact between her pussy and Warwick's knee. As the man manouvered himself more to her side and began to grope her breasts inside her bra, she glanced up and saw me standing there.
"Oh my GOD dad!" she spluttered, obviously embarrassed at being in such a vulnerable position. I quickly knelt down and said "It's OK Jenna, it's alright really, just let yourself go honey."
I motioned to Warwick to continue spanking her. Now she was making a heap of hot little "Ohh" as he paddled her bum. Light-red from the previous half a dozen spanks, he had her scarlet in seconds and quite frankly I was so damn hard watching, I could have tossed her on the bed and fucked her senseless. The "ohh's" turned to "Oh God," and thus I called a halt to the punishment. By this juncture the other man had gotten her bra off and she was totally nude. Both Warwick and I could clearly see the dark sexy curls between her legs as she wriggled on his knee, oblivious I think as to the fact that with her legs apart as they were - you could see everything.
Surprising even myself, I knelt on the floor and quite spontaneously kissed her glowing bottom - several times in fact. I have never seen anything so incredibly arousing. Eased her off Warwick's lap and just for a few moments she stood there between the three of us, rubbing her backside softly which of course rendered the view of her small but firm jiggling breasts, doubly arousing. Her nipples I couldn't help but notice were somewhat erect too. She knew of course the effect her nakedness was having on the three of us. The two of them held her there for a few minutes and kissed her both on the lips and on her breasts. Jenna was panting and breathing so heavily by then it would be line-ball as to who was having the dirtiest thoughts. I include my daughter in that statement.
Warwick was the first to seize the further initiative and kneeling also, he pulled Jenna to him and kissed her pussy front-on. She gasped but thrust her hips forward as he did so. The man beside him pulled her around and repeated the gesture. She ground her hips against his face and I watched stunned, scarcely able to recognize this as my eighteen-year old daughter who but a few hours ago had been an innocent little virgin. As she turned now to face me, she put her pretty hands on my shoulders and said "You too dad...kiss me there, I know you want to!"
As my lips met hers, the scent of her youthful pussy was just intoxicating. I was vaguely aware of the other two rubbing both her sore bottom and her breasts as I nuzzled deeper. I heard her moaning. As in a dream, I heard one of them say "She's your daughter, take her!"
Jenna put up no resistance as the two men replaced her on the quilt, laying her on her back. Warwick in fact was now holding his erection and jerking himself off slowly, either in anticipation of coming events or simply on account of the sexually charged situation. Either way, who could blame him? The other guy followed suit as both used their free hands to pull Jenna's legs apart. Warwick whispered something to her and I was astounded to see her start cupping and then rubbing her own breasts between gasps and pleading looks.
I took my place between her knees and extricating my own cock it was all I could do to not just ram it in her as one would a panting slut. Instead I just looked at her lying there for a moment. Moaning audibly as she pulled on her own nipples, I could see flecks of cum still around the corners of her mouth and her left cheek where the man had left his calling card a short time ago. Her eyes were definitely glazing as she looked up at me.
"Fuck me dad," she implored softly - if anything, widening her legs even further. With her pussy so vulnerable and agape, I marveled at the cute little pink folds that I had been unable to see in such detail downstairs when I made love to her. Leaning forward, I rubbed the head of my erection up and down her slit - just once. The effect on Jenna was electric. She raised her hips automatically and I saw her entire body quiver in readiness for what was imminently to occur. In spite of the position in which she found herself, her expression was one of angelic beauty. "Please dad," she cried......"Don't tease me."
That had certainly never been my intention and so I pushed in to her, carefully, but right to the hilt. Warwick's grip on his erection tightened and he began to rub himself, watching my progress. I almost lost it when I noticed Jenna's left hand taking leave of her own breasts to seek out the other man's cock which she proceeded to caress quite expertly.
No one could watch their own daughter in this predicament and remain sane. I simply grabbed her hips and began to fuck her as hard as I knew how. It was obviously the methodology she had on her mind too, as she began to literally fuck me back, pushing up to meet me and crying out "Don't stop....keep fucking me dad," as she lost all control and slid quickly back into the jungle with the same single-minded urge as had we all......to fill that hot little pussy with reproductive cum. She was sweating with the exertional forces in play as was I. Little beads of sweat had broken out on her brow as she shook her head from side to side, her lovely hair damp at the ends now.
Both men were clearly at the edge. Warwick was using both hands on himself while Jenna had the other guy in Nirvana as her hand slid up and down his shaft as he moved closer in. Neither had reason to hold her legs any longer, as she was spread to the max for me as I pistoned in to her again and again telling her I loved her so much and that she was just so beautiful.
Even as I shot one ungodly amount of cum into her pussy, she wriggled in pleasure and was the almost immediate recipient of two more streams of white delight. Warwick ejaculated right across her tummy as she shook from her own galvanized orgasm. Small droplets spurted on and around her pussy, exactly as she brought the other man off. His contribution was directed over her face and breasts which brought a further gasp from Jenna. Although having made full delivery, I was still fucking her gently as she smiled up at me, one contended expression covering her whole pretty face.
Although wanting instinctively to dress her and take her straight home then, I had of course to allow Jenna the option of fucking Warwick next as I had basically let her decide when she had walked off with him downstairs. She made that choice very evident as no sooner had I withdrawn, than Warwick positioned himself between her legs and to my everlasting shock, she took a hold of his still engorged erection and guided it into her very wet pussy. This was no slut I hasten to add, simply a pretty young girl on heat!
Kneeling in Warwick's former spot I could not wrest my gaze from my daughter's pussy and another man thrusting deep into it. Jenna was crying out in lustful need, "Fuck me, fuck me like dad."
The other man inclined his head to kiss her and she responded by putting an arm round his shoulders and pulling him to her. As he began to knead her left breast I felt myself getting harder than ever, I took a hold of her right breast and began pulling on her nipple.
Warwick was now fully into it. He had her legs pushed up, bent at the knees and spread as wide as he could hold them. Jenna was not far off growling with pleasure and to think that this was still a demure schoolgirl. It makes me wonder if every female has this latent procreative urge that resides so close to the surface, yet remains hidden for most of the time. Maybe it takes two or three men at a time to release it.
Speaking of which, right at that moment Warwick did just that. How much he had left to 'release' I couldn't say, but Jenna wasn't complaining. She was giving out a series of "Oh Oh Oh's" as he came in her. I saw gooey stuff seeping out of her pussy as he withdrew. Surely she had now had enough?
As the third man hurriedly took up Warwick's recently vacated spot, I was about to shove him out of the way until I noticed Jenna smiling up at him and once again spreading herself with nothing but lustful intent in her expression. Something in me snapped and I wanted to see her fucked again...I recall in fact wishing there were several others. This guy I saw had a pretty big cock, certainly larger than mine or Warwick's. Didn't seem to faze Jenna who would have been so hot and lubricated anyway, I figure we could have wheeled in Ron Jeremy and John Holmes and she wouldn't have cared.
This guy knew how to fuck. Jenna was borderline psychotic by the time he finished with her. He had her begging for it, while Warwick and I just looked at each other. He took her on her back then on her tummy with a pillow beneath her as he just fucked her stupid. When he finally came in her she was literally crying in pleasure.
So hot was that episode that we kept her there another half an hour. What we did to her is something to be kept private. I would never discuss it and none of us would ever talk about it. It was just a completely unhinged period of extreme sexual activity. We didn't hurt her in any way and nothing was perpetrated that she wasn't fully willing to participate in but let's just say I wouldn't repeat it! Well, maybe with Kylie perhaps!
Afterwards we dressed her in her bra and panties once again, although even that took a while as they kept coming off somehow. There was a lot of fondling, kissing and sucking as I recall. A heap of pleasure all round actually. Finally we got ourselves back downstairs where girls in their undies were a dime a dozen. Jenna certainly did not stand out in that respect.
Our presence had not been missed by all accounts. Bridget had moved over to more mainstream activities and was the subject of some intimate groping by several men in the far corner, one of which was her father and who was doing something excessively illegal that I couldn't quite see, judging by his daughter's incessant giggling. The other men were taking turns kissing her and having an open-ended feel. Had I not just blown my wad as it were, I might have taken up whatever slack was available.
Just to the group's left was a hugely entertaining tableau. Two very attractive women, in their early thirties if that, were sprawled lengthways on a modular lounge with Jerry's daughter Michelle between them. The women both wore knickers only. Michelle almost had on what appeared to be a bikini, most likely kept on hand for just such an occasion. I wished I had been down a tad earlier to see her put it on, or maybe even watching others do it for her. Whatever, I say 'almost' had it on, as one of the women was in the process of pulling both straps down the girl's arms which now revealed her breasts to the point of her nipples just peeking out from each cup. The other woman was rubbing her hard through her bikini pants making Michelle gasp and writhe.
I was holding Jenna's hand and I saw her drop her other hand to her knickers automatically, as she watched the unfolding scenario. Other girls present were of a similar inclination. Three men watching, one of which was Jerry himself, had their erections out stroking themselves, so hot was the scene before them. I couldn't see Kylie anywhere in the vicinity however.
As Michelle's arousal reached its upper limit she began to fondle the two women's breasts, both of which were soon moaning in unison as the young girl began pulling on their nipples additionally.
"Go ladies," said one onlooker, "Fuck the girl properly!"
With that, the blonde on Michelle's immediate left, dropped to her knees in front of the lounge, reached up and just slid Michelle's tight little yellow pants off and immediately set about licking her, while her friend hoisted her on to her own knee. As her bikini top joined its companion on the floor, Michelle was quickly out of it, moaning and wanting to be kissed by the other woman.
Jenna by now had her fingers well inside her own knickers and was making funny little noises herself as she stood in front of me swaying slightly as she fingered her own pussy. Damn it must have been so wet down there. I slipped my own hands into her bra and began rubbing her very visible breasts which naturally meant her bottom was pressed up once more against one king-size erection. Hardly her first of the afternoon!
One of the male on-lookers could take no more and kneeling behind the young woman on the floor by the lounge, just ripped her knickers down and raised her bottom sufficiently to get his cock well up in to her. Just for a second she turned around, smiled at him continuing then, her ministrations of Michelle's blatantly spread pussy.
"Just stay here sweetie." I whispered to Jenna, withdrawing my hands from inside her flimsy little bra, "I have to go find your sister." She half nodded without once taking her eyes off the lounge. I just hoped I wouldn't find her on her knees with a queue of hopeful partners around her, when I returned. Given what she had already seen and done, I figured not much more could really happen to her anyway.
As it happened, I didn't have far to look. I had actually walked past her unsighted, at the foot of the stairs just minutes earlier. Whether led there willingly or coerced some other way, she was now the center attraction of a small group of three men, one of which was the host himself, Brad Archer. It was only on account of a temporary gap in some heaving bodies that I saw her...and if I hadn't seen what I did with my own eyes, I would never have believed it.
Still in her bra and panties amazingly, that was about the only concession to dignity that could be said to be evident given the situation I was suddenly privy to. Face down and astride a youngish looking man, his trousers long since divested, his cock was quite obviously deep inside her. As he fucked her steadily, her legs spread wide either side of him, Brad Archer was squatting between her legs, holding her panties well clear of her rear crevice, while his index finger appeared to be well up inside her bottom. Certainly Kylie was not objecting, but that may also have been due to the fact that the third guy who had hold of her hair tightly, was himself reacting somewhat pleasurably to the sensations her mouth was bequeathing him as it sucked the head of his erection with obvious relish. As Archer fingered her bum ever deeper, she began to squirm against the cock within her. I winced as the guy fucking her gasped out "God Kylie you are such a hot little cunt," but in all honesty, I couldn't have put it more eloquently myself!
Given that Jenna had been upstairs at least an hour, I couldn't help wondering how many turns they had all had of Kylie and what other combinations I had missed. Probably best I didn't know! In any event, this performance lurched on to its inevitable conclusion. First to throw a double six was "Mr Kneeling up Front" who jerked and uttered but two singularly appropriate words - "Jesus Christ," as he rained sticky white goo across Kylie's face and hair. I could see it wasn't the first such shower. As Archer was really getting himself off (and probably Kylie too) fingering her hot little rear end, the man beneath her unleashed what was probably his last storehouse for the day, as far up into her pussy as he could get. As for Kylie, she was just a pole-cat on heat, arching her bottom further up and kissing the man beneath her feverishly.
I figured it was time to announce my arrival. I leaned down, patted her bottom, still with Archer's finger inside it and whispered, "Time to go sweetie, I really think you've had enough for one day." The effect on all four of them was electric. Archer, avoiding all eye-contact, pulled his finger out, allowing her knickers to once again cover her bottom. The guy prostrate, pulled his cock from within its snug orifice, while the third man simply zipped himself up and took-off across the room.
Kylie got off her partner like a scalded cat and stammered, "Oh God dad, how long have you been here?"
"Long enough sweetheart...long enough." I smiled down at her and helped her to her feet. I saw cum stains on and between her breasts down inside her bra, some was still drying on her cheeks. She looked so damn hot!
"I'm soo sorry dad," she muttered, "I never expected to be doing anything like this. You must think I am such a little slut."
"Well, if you are," I looked at her, "You're my kind of slut sweetheart. I love you both so much and anyway...I brought you here - I can hardly blame you for what has happened, can I?"
She half-smiled but was looking both embarrassed and guilty.
"And anyway Kylie," I added as an afterthought. "Look at me? I'm hardly blameless in all this. Incest with my own daughters, reckless endangerment of young girls, intent to commit sexual acts with other men's daughters...don't think you need worry baby! If you enjoyed what happened today...no harm done. Now let’s go get Jenna and go home huh?"
She squeezed my hand and we went across to where I had left Jenna.
The "tableau" had broken up and I found Jenna nearby, most likely about to meet a similar fate to that Kylie had just experienced. She was kneeling between Warwick and another man who having pushed her bra up, was groping both her breasts while kissing her. Warwick had his hands down the back of her panties enjoying himself immensely.
"Sorry Guys," I said, taking hold of Jenna's arm and pulling her to her feet. "Time we were on our way." Against a backdrop of disappointed sighs and vocalized objections from the men, I sent both girls over to the far side of the room to retrieve their clothes.
"But the afternoon has still hours to go," said Warwick.
"Fret not," I said, "Still plenty of hot chickie-babes on site for you."
"But your two are just so hot," he added, almost petulantly.
"Ain't that the truth?" I mused.
First seeking out Larissa who was taking a presumably, well-deserved break, and this time getting her number, I gave her a kiss goodbye and promised I'd see her again.
We got to leave just ahead of the traditional party "three-girl" selection. I have no doubt Kylie and Jenna would have taken out the first two places and I really didn't want to see either of them at the open-ended behest of six men's sexual lust.
Driving home, I noticed in the rear view mirror the girls whispering feverishly and giggling continuously. Doubtless such comparisons of "what did "it" feel like?" and "how many times and where did they come on you?" headed the joint Q & A session. Besides, I'm sure each and every reader here would have a pretty good idea of where my mind was unavoidably drifting."
As they scampered up the stairs to their bedrooms I poured myself a JD and ice and hunched up in my favorite chair. Natalie, their older sister was out.
"I wonder," was the thought kept coursing through my mind.
Barely ten minutes had elapsed before Kylie's seductive little voice rang out down the stairwell.
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Microphilia: Follow the Yellow Brick Road for Midget Sex and Sensuality - Dwarf Wrestling was also big in the 1950s and midget wrestlers small in stature made big names for themselves...
My Journey Home - Tom was fucking my ass hard and fast and after a while he came deep inside me and lay on top of me...
His First Time - I then very slowly took the head of this wonderful cock into my mouth and just kept it there while I ran my tongue around it licking it all over...
Macrophilia: The Sexual Attack of the 50 Foot Woman - Lets face it a 50 foot woman with ten feet of solid protruding flesh breasts are a sex dream come true......