Forget Harper Valley PTA

We were welcomed by a man who I recalled as hosting the birthday party I had brought my daughter to. He obviously recognised me too. When introduced by Jerry he said "We've met before haven't we?" I nodded.

Inside, we were ushered-in to an enormous room they could have staged the seventy-seventh Oscars presentation in. Tables were scattered about with nibblies, drinks and what have you, while a dozen or so groups of chairs were clustered around the wall. Its what was ON the chairs caught my eye. Girls! - handpicked pretty ones by the look of it. The greater majority were in short skirts, but a few had on nice dresses and others were wearing tight jeans with mid-riff tops. Of greatest concern, I recognised a couple of girls from Jenna's grade - God, does she actually know about all this I wondered?

As Jerry had mentioned, there were indeed a few mothers seated with their daughters and I counted at least three sets of what were obviously husbands and wives. Perhaps most staggering was the fact that all these people were basically middle to upper class families, absolutely none of whom would you be expecting to see at such a venue. Mind you at this juncture, I had still no idea what exactly the program for the afternoon's festivities was likely to be. But for the young girls, It looked for all the world like an up-market Tupperware party about to kick-off.

I noticed one or two men who like myself appeared to be unaccompanied and who were standing uneasily along the far wall, either with a friend or smiling at whoever glanced at them.

Wondering how this was going to "begin" as such, and at that stage, people were still coming in - ostensibly men, accompanied by one or two girls who presumably were their daughters...I noticed a couple of girls leave their seats and cross to other small groups. One cute brunette, who couldn't have turned eighteen by more than a few hours, sat herself down on another man's lap while he was talking to a young woman in her thirties. He put his arm around her, said something I couldn't hear, then kissed her on the lips. The woman took hold of the girl's hand and smiled at her.

"Pretty isn't she?"

I was jolted out of my reverie. "Her name is Chantelle," Jerry continued, "That man is her best-friend's father. If you look over there," he inclined his head to the far side of the room, where the girl had been sitting, "That's her best friend Nadia, sitting on Chantelle's dad's knee."

Other girls now appeared to be moving around the room, several fathers too, leaving their own daughters and heading off to their chosen quarry. Not all though, one man I noticed across from us and who had just walked in, began kissing the girl he had brought. She was responding with quite some passion.

I caught Jerry's attention and pointed out the couple...."Are they?....." He anticipated my question.

"Yes, that's his daughter Brittany. Isn't she hot?"

"Hot" didn't cover it by a long shot. In one of the tightest and shortest skirts on offer there, as she stood on tip-toe to kiss her father, his hand dropped to her bottom and began just rubbing it affectionately. I couldn't believe what I was seeing....but I wanted to see more!

Michelle I noticed, had left her dad too and was over with a small group to our left. A man in his late thirties had his arm around her as they chatted. My mouth was drying up, no doubt about it.

I turned my head. Occasionally you see something you have difficulty in accepting, however much you might want it to be happening. I was having one such epiphany! As Chantelle sat on her friend's father's lap, the woman who had been holding her hand began surreptitiously pushing the girl's skirt up. She then slipped her hand right up between her legs and it looked to me like she was rubbing her panties. The man said something to her as the girl wriggled noticeably.

There was something clearly wriggling in my own trousers at this stage.

Both of them were now intently involved with the little brunette. The woman eased Chantelle around until she was straddling the man...obviously her husband. For his part he was now not only kissing her but had one hand up under her top and by the look of it, was fondling her breasts. His wife pulled the girl's skirt higher and was openly now rubbing her hard between her legs through her fully exposed dark blue knickers, her arms encircling the girl's waist and hips. The girl appeared to be murmuring something..I couldn't hear what.

Brittany's father had been joined by a second man. As the girl French-kissed her father, the other man stood behind her, kissing her neck and bringing his hands up under her arms to commence fondling her breasts. The father said something to him, after which he stopped fondling her but reached down and taking hold of her hips, began easing her skirt upwards. I noticed Brittany clearly pushing back with her bottom into the man's crotch which although I could not see from the front, must obviously have had something there she liked. By the time her panties were exposed, I was needing a paramedic.

Variations on these themes were being played out all over the room. Girls were being kissed, fondled...even tickled, wall to wall. One girl I noticed in a hot tight blue dress, was lying on a guy she had pushed back on one of the lounges and he had his hands all over her as she openly rubbed herself on him while he kissed her.

Jerry I noticed had headed off to his daughter's group where Michelle was now seated between two men, one of which had another girl sitting prettily on his knee. I couldn't see what, if anything was being done to either of them.

Such was not the case with Chantelle's friend Nadia however. I stared open-mouthed as Michelle's father undid her top, removed it and then pulled the girl's bra straps down her arms, fully revealing the sexiest pair of hot nipples which he began to suck in earnest - first one side, then the other. The girl looked across to her own father who smiled back at her obviously fully approving. He was busy enough himself, helping a young red-head divest herself of her light green panties. For the girl's part, she appeared to have her hand inside his zipper and she definitely wasn't looking for a Malteser!

At one of the small groups further along the far wall, two men and a woman were intent on watching the progress of two hot-looking blonde girls - they may well have been sisters - who were being encouraged to kiss one another while one was having her jeans pulled down and the other, her skirt pushed up. Obviously the mother of one of them, the woman was helping out with the jeans while another man was whispering something to her as he fondled her breasts.

Just away to my right, another effusivete little blonde who I recognised as Brianna - one of Jenna's classfriends and who comes over to our place once in a while, was being stripped by a tall man who I knew was definitely not her father. He had her down to her bra and panties and was in the process of unhooking her front clasp. I figured I may as well start somewhere. Brianna knew I was there, so I may as well do something! Besides, I thought she was the hottest little thing the first time Jenna invited her over.

As I approached, the man looked up - I don't think he had planned on any assistance. Brianna though smiled at me.

"Hello Mr Baker....you haven't been to any of these parties before have you?" I shook my head.

"No...and nor should you have missy." I teased her. She gave the sexiest little smile.

As the man unhooked her and exposed her breasts, he simply said "Name's Chris," and offered his hand. I took it, gave my name and turning back to Brianna asked the dumbest of questions. "Would you let me pull those panties down sweetie?" Even Chris looked at me like not all of my dogs were barking.

I think she was the first one to get nude...and boy was it worth it! Beautiful little figure, curvy hips, firm breasts with "suck-me-before-you-do-anything-else nipples. Chris beat me to it on that score. But the real prize lay there fully exposed now. Cutest pussy surrounded by wispy blonde hair that formed a delicate protective triangle just a little higher up. I had such a hard-on...mainly because I was unavoidably imagining seeing my own daughters being stripped the same way. God what would I have given at that moment to see that?

I dropped to my knees and nuzzled Brianna's pussy with my face. She was making all sorts of funny little noises - when I licked her, she made a whole lot more.

"Let's fuck her," said Chris, somewhat indelicately I thought, pulling her over to a spare lounge. Still, you couldn't fault the man's logic.

I looked around...and felt more chest pains! Several girls were down to their last stages of clothing.....most notably their panties. Funny how men like to leave that till last isn't it? The two blonde girls that had been kissing were now separated and seated on two guy's knees besides one another. One girl had a hand in her panties, the other was being held by the arms while another man was attempting to pull her knickers off. Her mother was otherwise engaged with some girl's father who, having gotten her down to just her knickers, was sucking her breasts one at a time and generating some serious moans. I would have kept watching but there was too much going on. Nadia was naked and being pushed backwards on the carpet as Chantelle's father continued to kiss her. Chantelle herself was in a far more interesting position. The man had his impressive appendage out while Chantelle lay full length on his wife, clad now only in her undies. It looked to me like the woman was rubbing the girls breasts with her own while her husband had two vaginal options immediately open to him (as it were) Doubtless he took both.