Forget Harper Valley PTA

As I neared, he stood up and said to me,

"Well, I see you weren't being too shy with some of the guests?" I told him I knew the girl.

"Well then, all the better," he added.. "It's more fun when you know them isn't it?....just that little bit naughtier. Her father's over there you know," saying which he indicated towards the huge bay window where a rather well built youngish-looking man had a very nice-looking dark-haired girl down on her knees, sucking him like there was no tomorrow. Something about her submissive pose was just soo hot, I wanted to feel her lips affording me the same pleasure. Oddly, she was still dressed, although he had one hand down her top fondling what was quite obviously as hot a pair of tits as you could have found in the room.

I glanced back at Brianna. The "replacement" was kissing her greedily while she was kneeling there, wanking him hard. I watched as he came in a sudden hot and unbroken stream, all over her breasts, nipples and face. I knew I could never see Brianna again....at our place especially, without full recall of this incredible moment.

Michelle now was being comprehensively fucked. Jerry had his cock out and was wanking furiously as he watched his daughter's hot little pussy being abused stupid by the man. She was handing him maximum penetration by pushing back at each thrust......if you can believe it, the guy was making more noise than she was! I left them to it, having just seen something I really needed to check out.

Whilst most every girl in the room was pretty much nude at this stage and if not moaning from the attention being received, sitting on the floor breathless or leaning against a parent's legs recovering, there was at the far end of the room I had noticed, a decidedly odd couple. Father and daughter quite obviously by virtue of common features, she was sitting rather demurely in a chair, hands folded in her lap while her father perched on the arm of the chair, one arm protectively around his daughter's waist. A totally incongruous scene given the nature of the entertainment. I walked over to them.

The girl looked up as I approached. Very attractive (her father was a good looking man also) with fine features - some Italian or Spanish blood in there I would guess. Dark hair beautifully groomed and set off with two small pieces of red ribbon that really made her look pretty. She had on a very tasteful knee length skirt and what might have been a cashmere top. With the very light but subtle make-up she was wearing, the girl looked older than she obviously was.

I was wondering why they had set themselves apart. Was he unwilling to allow her to take an active part (I could well understand that). Was she shy? Was he? As if reading my thoughts, the man proffered a hand. "George Coombs, this is my daughter Larissa." I wasted no time retrieving her hand and kissing it.

"Just watching all this" he continued, "We have never attended any of these "parties" (he hesitated before selecting the word) before. Are you here with your daughter?"

Having introduced myself, I explained that it was my first time also and that I was here by invitation.

"What brought you here?" I asked.

"Well actually, Larissa is a good friend of one of the girls over there...he pointed in Michelle's direction. She knew about these parties and wanted to come and see for herself." Larissa blushed and dug her father in the ribs.

"Dad!!!," she muttered. I felt like kissing her. Actually I felt like doing a lot more than that.

"Do you have any daughters?" she asked me.

"Yep...three actually," I told her. Eighteen, nineteen and twenty-one. The eldest two are at University now.

"Larissa turned eighteen last week," George interjected. "Are you going to bring any of yours to the next party?"

I wondered if he was planning on making a booking, but said,

"Haven't decided and anyway, I'm not sure any of them would want to come?" I replied.

Larissa looked up...."Have you um, you know.....with any of the girls here?"

Obviously my performance with Brianna had been obscured or they had been watching other frenetic activities at the time. Nevertheless, I thought I'd be truthful.

"Just one....that little blonde girl over there by the table." I pointed across the room. "She is a friend of my daughter and I know her quite well."

"Oh, that's Brianna," said Larissa blushing again...."I know her too, we play in the same District Netball team."

I had immediate visions of Larissa in one of those hotter than hot short little Netball skirts and top, her hot breasts. (such that I could see of them, and I really was trying) jiggling as she shot for goal.

Just close to us, a half-undressed girl was seated on a man and was starting to let him feel her up. He had one hand up now between her legs. It was so damned arousing, I turned to Larissa (I had been crouching the far side of her chair) and just kissed her. She made no attempt to withdraw or even deflect my lips. I kissed her harder and then realising what I was doing, I stopped.

"Sorry George, don't know what got into me. Its just the heat of the moment...and lets face it, there's a lot of heat round here."

"No, its OK," he said, "So long as Larissa doesn't mind...I'm OK with it!"

I looked at her....."You really don't mind me doing that?"

"I should," she teased, "But you're nice, so its OK!"

My erection was instant. "Nice???" Oh God, How I wanted to be nicer!

I stood up and put out my hand to her. I must have looked like I was asking her to dance but she seemed to read me and knew what I wanted. She got up and let me sit in the chair. I pulled her back down into a sitting position on my lap. George was quite obviously a keen observer now.

Looking at a beautiful girl sitting in a chair and having her sitting on you, are way different experiences let me assure you. She was young, warm, cuddly, sweet-smelling...something about her reminded me of my daughter Kylie.....Goddamn I'm a sick man!

There will be readers out there who understand exactly what I mean when I say that one of the sexiest things about a girl is her hair. Its scent, its texture, its very femininity. As I nuzzled Larissa, really quite lovingly, her hair fell against my face and captivated my rising emotions. I ran my hand through the lower curls and kissed her neck. Ingest all the alcohol you want, no amount can affect the senses like having a young girl sitting on you with your arms around her waist, feeling her natural heat and knowing that whether you elect to move your hands north or south its all good news.

Larissa was beginning to respond simply to my nuzzling her, holding her tight and having her neck kissed. Her father leant down and muttered something to her but I couldn't hear what it was...I think my heartbeat was drowning out the conversation. Whatever else was going on in the room, I really wasn't interested.

She must have been able to feel my erection beneath her bottom but gave no sign that she had. The good news was...that it didn't bother her obviously. I kissed her harder...further round under her ears now and she was responding dramatically. Making all sorts of pleasurable noises, I risked moving one hand upwards and just allowed the merest contact with the lower side of her left breast.

She just made a sound like "Ohhhh" and inclined her pretty face towards me. I kissed her full on the lips and she just melted. I must be honest, I felt like a young kid with his first girlfriend and her presence was radically affecting me. I think I was having a majorly strong effect on her too. I raised both hands and cupped her breasts.

This time, a clear "Ohhhhhh." As I began to very gently fondle her through her top I could see her father watching and quite obviously not minding. That made it all the hotter. I whispered to her, "Larissa, you are just so beautiful, I hope you don't mind me doing this." She shook her head slightly and turned towards me with those wonderfully soft and very lightly glossed lips.

Having the most perfectly sited aspect down her shoulders, the curves of her breasts stood out clearly. I began to undo her two top buttons which immediately ceded the view of her cleavage. She had on a pretty and somewhat frilly blue bra that suggested I was dealing here with some perfectly formed 32 inch, B-cupped breasts that made me want to get her pregnant immediately. I slipped a hand down inside her bra and gently rubbed her nipple.

She closed her eyes, moaned and held my hand against her soft skin with her own hand. Her nipples were very erect and the more I manipulated them the more she responded with soft moans and wriggles. Her father I imagine must have been suffering an erection of the crippling kind, I could only imagine what I would have been feeling watching him doing this to Jenna.

Gradually lowering my left hand to her lap, I deliberately applied pressure where I knew her hot little mound must be residing below that skirt. After a couple of such probings I felt her legs spread just the slightest. She was looking at me with not a little urgency just as girls do when you have them so expectantly hot and bothered. I laid my hand flat in her lap and pushing downwards with my palm, could clearly feel the lower abdomen as it curves towards that most private of areas. My fingers reached the precipice and arrowed downwards, pressing inwards - right dead center.

The girl clung to me and arched her back as one hand maintained its light hold of her right breast, just caressing and fondling, the other probing her deeply as I negotiated, albeit through her skirt, that hottest of places where is generated such heat. As I kissed her, I whispered how much I wanted and desired her. Her groans evidenced her own needful complicity.

George was being a naughty boy and undoing more of his daughter's buttons. We slipped the cashmere top off leaving her lying against me, with just that little bra affording some modesty. She gasped as her father pulled her right bra strap down...the least I could do was help with the left one. As both her breasts were slowly uncovered and her dark but fairly small nipples exposed, he leant across and kissed his own daughter hard on the lips.

Having some concern for my now irregular heartbeat, I hoped I would see this through to its conclusion, whatever that might possibly, be without the need for a defibrillator.

I slipped my right hand up under her skirt and pulled the hem up past her knees. Another "Ohhhhhh," but no resistance! Placing my hand on her beautiful thigh, I slowly encircled the soft skin and moved upwards. As I approached her panties, Larissa was really wriggling her hips and becoming just so aroused. Whether she could possibly be any further advanced than her father or myself is open to speculation.

The heat factor as I allowed my fingers a first brush of her panties was incredible. She moaned audibly and quite subconsciously pushed forward with her hips. Taking hold of her left leg, her father gently held her right and we pulled her legs apart as far as the chair would allow. With George's help we tugged her skirt up under her bottom and up past her hips, leaving her matching blue knickers completely exposed. I could see how wet she was and at the point I began rubbing her slit through the soft material, she was one transported young girl.

Speaking for myself, my erection was in danger of snapping, such was its delicate and needful condition. I slipped my hand inside her waistband. As my fingers caressed for the first time, her beautiful pussy, her moans increased in intensity. She began kissing her father passionately and was quite unopposed to us taking her bra off. To say she was wet, would be a classic understatement - she was awash! Nevertheless I began to caress her pussy rhythmically, keeping to a circularised motion that made sure the clitoris was being well stimulated. We lifted her legs across the arms of the chair to give maximum access. It was only then I noticed two other men watching from not three paces away and wanking furiously. It would have been an awesome sight from their viewpoint.

Attempting to insert two fingers into her pussy, caused her renewed gasping. The slightest probing further and I made an interesting discovery. Larissa was still a virgin. I could only fall back on logic and make the assumption that this was now a condition she wished no longer to maintain. If it was, she sure was going about it the wrong way.

Her father was like-minded one assumes.

"Fuck her, go on, I want you to...Larissa wants it too." I heard him half stammering, scarce able to believe himself I think, what he was saying.

While fingering her softly, I leant down to her and whispered, "Larissa, would you like me to make love to you? I will be really gentle if you can trust me."

She looked up at me, her beautiful dark brown eyes almost pleading and just nodded.

With her legs spread as they were, there was no need to remove her panties. They were such skimpy little things, so slim down the center, her pussy was fully visible from both sides anyway. I release my caged erection and knelt between her legs. Her point of entry pretty much right on the edge of the chair by now and it couldn't have been easier. Although unshaven, the hair surrounding her slit was neither rampant or thick...merely an exquisite natural frame which was never likely to need a razor. It was to me the prettiest little pussy I had laid eyes on and in its refined naturalness - just the biggest turn-on.

"Be careful with her please," said George. He needn't have spoken.

Being as wet as she was, was an enormous plus, for both of us. She cried out as I entered her, just looking at me and transferring her own arousal to me...as if I needed it.

At the point of reaching the hymen, I took hold of her left hand with my right and continued to just push in and out with only marginally increased pressure. Although she would obviously have been able to feel the obstacle, I don't believe it was hurting her. She was wriggling with pleasure which suggested her "apprehension factor" was low. I pushed in now with some little force and I felt her wince. Knowing she was eighteen, and assuming that like most normal girls she must masturbate regularly, I assumed the hymen would be somewhat less rigid these days and that one thrust might effect its demise. Such was the case and as I crossed that new frontier she let out a whimper but one that soon gave way to extreme pleasure as I penetrated her deeply.

George, unable to restrain himself further understandably, had his own shaft out now and was wanking in full view of his daughter who was now half crying with pleasure.

"Ohhhhh, don't stop," she begged.

Yeah right, like I was ever going to?

I suppose you would have to term it "an ejaculation," but what I managed undoubtedly was an eruption. As I came in her, I felt her own orgasm which had been building to a wondrous crescendo....We simply held each other's hand tightly and just let it happen.

To be continued...

(c) 2005