Forget Harper Valley PTA

Chris meanwhile had had all the fun with Brianna - I figured it was my turn. Getting him to sit in a spare chair, I got him to hold her front-on to me with her legs spread. He was happily occupied fondling her breasts while I licked her several more times. Brianna was moaning by then - if I had been a girl, I probably would have been too - in anticipation! She had her legs spread to the limit and was fully prepped I have to say.

I didn't so much get my erection out as "unchain it." I'm not that big, but there again, I never had a solitary complaint. Placing the head at her very wet vaginal entry, I reckon I showed remarkable restraint in not simply raping her stupid. Fact is, I wanted her to enjoy it as much as me. As I pushed in, I felt the tightness of her young pussy despite the fact it had obviously borne considerable in-bound traffic in recent times. She was wriggling about on Chris's lap, pushing forward with her little hips and completely given over to it. The old maxim "They don't make 'em like they used to," never carried less relevance.

It was then Chris' turn. It was at this juncture - holding her on my knee, feeling her hot little curvy ass, fondling her breasts and kissing her neck, sweet-smelling blonde hair full in my face and seeing Chris enter her, that I realised I was seeing all this happen to Jenna and Kylie. Try as I might, I could not shake the image.

After Chris filled her again (he wasn't much slower than me) Brianna lay against me breathing heavily and looking every inch a happily fucked teenager. Another father was walking over to us so I gave her a kiss and told her I'd see her before I went. Time to move on.

Approaching Jerry's little group I was staggered to see Michelle down on her knees, still in her skirt and panties however and French kissing a slightly smaller girl with rather cute pigtails. A man was positioning himself behind Michelle and as I watched, pulled her skirt up over her hips and then pushed her panties aside and began to finger her deeply while extricating a rather large erection with his now free hand. Jerry, watching proceedings closely, leant over and whispered something to his daughter that sounded like "Let him fuck you hard baby," but I could be wrong.

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 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 pretty 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.