Chapter 13: Harpers Afloat

We all knew it! Harper Valley was taking over our lives. It wasn’t so much that anyone was getting bored with sex – quite the reverse in fact. We could barely pass each other in the hallway now without having to resort to some minor indecency. A hot little spank, fondle of a breast – even a full-on quickie up against the wall if the coast was clear. Admittedly, the latter was usually with Kylie, who had no qualms whatsoever about getting down and sexy with me anytime, any place! When a hot little tease wanders out of the bathroom into your room late nights in just her skimpy bra and panties, one finger in her mouth giggling – what the hell are you supposed to do? Get out your crucifix and wave it in her face, while snarling “Back spawn of Satan?” or read aloud an appropriate passage from the Gospel According to St Mark maybe?

Whilst Natalie was more inclined to seek out prolonged late-night action under my covers – The Yardbirds’ one-time hit Over Under Sideways Down, coming readily to mind here, Jenna still had this thing for being squashed submissively up against the steering wheel pre-school. I have a theory that she rather likes the feel of sticky panties as she sits at her desk. No accounting for taste. Certainly fun getting them sticky!

Activities between the three of them were common-place if not significantly on the increase. Two of them would end up taking extraordinarily long showers together when Luke was not home, Jenna and Natalie especially I noticed. Nor was it rare to hear crazed giggling from one of the rooms, and giving in to temptation I would look-in to find Kylie on her back – usually naked or close to – being kissed and fondled by Natalie (she always tends to keep just her panties on) while Jenna would be licking her sister’s pussy in frenzied delight, quite often with her hand in her own knickers (if she had any on). For my part, it was never a wise move to actually go in, as this would invariably degenerate into a three-girl rape session ... exactly as they had planned it.

I think though that we sensed even then, it all had ultimately to end – as much at home as in the Valley. What otherwise would be the plan? Bring their boyfriends home to routinely fuck their other sisters? Invite Brad, Jerry, Connor and associates to each wedding so they could do a number on the bridesmaids, if not the bride? Have them tell their friends they had to be back home early because their father wanted to try a new position?

We hadn’t yet got to the stage of a round table conference but assuredly winds of change were blowing in from the south.

Meanwhile the Harper juggernaut rolled on. Interestingly, in discussing life with Jerry, Brad and Warwick amongst others, it seemed that each and every daughter was becoming more and more ... desirous let’s say, of more regular intimacies. According to Warwick, Brianna was skirting dangerously close to the edge of nymphomania so far as her night-time needs were concerned. Hell, my three were well past that!

The next gathering saw everyone back at George’s place. Strictly speaking it should have been our turn, but given that in the intermediary period we had hosted a major barbecue function to honor Jenna’s soccer league success at their State semi-final, we were exonerated. Jerry, Brad, Warwick Connor and several others had attended the match and the post barbecue festivities. With no preconceived intent, at least I like to think that, the afternoon had, with the undoubted assistance of several bottles of champagne, taken on the attributes of a typical Harper’s script. Basically, in Natalie’s enforced absence, Jenna and Kylie both found themselves the main attraction and by late afternoon had been so comprehensively fucked by each and every guest a number of times - both singly and together, they were forced to declare giggling, a state of vaginal emergency.

The event was soured to a small degree at the point Brad, admittedly whilst ‘under the weather,’ produced a camera–phone and commenced what was obviously intended as his own private photographic exhibition of Jenna, who having been three-quarters stripped of her sports outfit and pushed across a low trestle table in little more than her panties, was being somewhat indelicately penetrated by Connor and his friend. Not that she was objecting. Over with Kylie’s group at the time, I managed to get myself back on-site and wrest the device off him after just one pic. Even though not officially a Harper’s engagement, I reminded him of the total photographic ban in place. Being otherwise fully engaged (if not engorged) at the time, Jenna remains ignorant to this day, of the existence of that one carnally explicit portrait (You think I was going to delete it?)

George’s get-together was much like George himself. Polished, very well organised and in good taste. Yes, girls can be fucked tastefully or not. Its all in the methodology and the surroundings.

From my viewpoint I took the opportunity of spending most of the day with Larissa. I hadn’t seen that much of her for a few weeks and had been missing her greatly. Didn’t even get to the stage of unhinged physical by-play for quite a while, just preferring to talk, cuddle and kiss her, while catching up on lost moments. My three were by necessity being stripped and fondled however within minutes of the front door closing. Natalie and Jenna found themselves side by side on the same lounge, being French-kissed while other hands worked their way inexorably into their bras and knickers. The last I saw of Kylie, she was being groped on all sides and propelled somewhat roughly into George’s den just across the hallway in nothing more than her high-cut bikini briefs, by four slavering dads. George was with her so I knew the other three would be OK!

There were plenty of parents to go around ... of both sexes and thus Brianna, Louise, Chantelle, Tanya, Michelle, Brittany, Nadia etc, were all potentially well catered for.

Meanwhile Larissa and I had ended up in her bedroom and as I undressed her slowly on her own bed I finally realised what I should always have known and understood. That like my three, she was still just a young girl growing up, experiencing admittedly the sexual freedom not one in twenty million probably have the chance to, yet enjoying her body every bit as much as her partners. Love and sex after all, remain completely separate entities despite the fact that social etiquette tells us they should be intrinsically linked at all times.

At one stage I recall George coming in on his own while I was making love to Larissa on her side and with her back to him. She knew he was there. The casual observer might have described the scene as erotically perverse, seeing a girl’s father kneeling at his seventeen-year old daughter’s bedside, gently stroking her neck and shoulders as she is being taken to the heights of sexual passion by a man getting-on for three times her age. It certainly was a surreal experience. I was hoping privately I could maybe return the favor if he and Natalie found themselves in as emotionally vulnerable a position some time in the near future.

Probably to allow some of the other girls a little more sexual latitude but “the triplets” were given a rest in the ‘bedroom mazurka’ sequence after the rest period. It was almost refreshing just sitting out in the garden with them and Larissa, just talking normally rather than over-indulging our group libidos. From what I heard later, little Caitlin and Tanya were given extended work-outs in every known position. Not sure who the third girl was. I did notice that Graham, Chloe and Kirsten were absent from the party due, so it was suggested, to it being Chloe’s time of the month.

This entire interlude however is not the center-piece of this particular Harper episode. So allow me to move right along.

Once in a while, Jerry actually has all his brain cells functioning in parallel. They were, the day he called me and said,

“Well, what about a cruise?”

“A cruise?” I replied. “You mean like Master & Commander: The Far Side of the World? ... or A Night to Remember Jer?”

“Just one of those island cruises,” he answered.

For those of you unfamiliar with Sydney nautical options, this is a city of maritime delights. People get about on boats here like those in Switzerland use skis. Sydney harbor is a boatman’s paradise and being, with the possible exception of San Francisco or Auckland the world’s largest and most heavily populated waterway, it offers any and every floating relaxation imaginable. From two hour harbor cruises to all day trips outside the heads up and down the near coastal inlets, its just a matter of how much damage your American Express card can reasonably sustain. For the well-heeled, the “Tasmanian Sea-Link” car-ferry can zap your family and your Camry down to Hobart in a matter of two nights or so. Cost you way more than a return trip to London but hell, it’s one over the top luxury vessel.

Now as it happens, Jerry was talking about one of the local island crawls. By “local” I mean Noumea, Vanuatu, French New Caledonia, even the odd “mystery” island as the brochures gushingly promise. All up ultimately, much the same distance as Auckland. Infinite routing permutations and all supported by the latest generation cruise ships... 80-100,000 tonne leviathans most of which are considerably bigger than the QE2. The trick is, to get enough people to go to make it economically feasible. A twenty-nine hundred dollar single berth can be picked up for as little as $850 if you get enough people to share a state-room.

Well hey, at Harpers, the one thing we weren’t short of was people!

Took maybe a week’s organising but with the upcoming October holidays a seven to eight day cruise would not intrude on any school time. In the upshot, most everyone was more than willing to join the odyssey and with a little coercion we managed to book out five adjoining eight-berth cabins on A-Deck. Myself, the three girls, George, Larissa, Jerry and Michelle in suite 724. Pete, his seventeen year old son Michael, Brad and Louise, Steve and Nadia, Mal and Cathy in 722. Graham, Chloe and Kirsten, Luke, his wife Anne and their daughter Meredith, Wayne and Caitlin in 720. In suite 718 was crammed Paul and Chantelle, Connor and Sandy, Sue and Tanya, Keith and Brittany. In the furthest suite – 716 were Danielle and her dad Mike, Warwick and Brianna, Virginia, her younger sister Rhiannon, and father Craig. Theirs had a spare bed. A rather healthy ratio all up one must admit, of twenty-two girls to seventeen men. The “Valley” was well represented you might say!

Boarding that Friday evening was as hectic an affair as you might imagine it would be, with over two thousand people having to cram into Circular Quay where even the bridge of the Pacific Princess towered over the maritime terminal, her rear jutting out almost as far as the Harbor Bridge itself. It was a hot night and the ship’s air-conditioning was working overtime to maintain a comfortable balance between the need for layers of deodorant and frigid indifference. Having lost the odd member of our party at varying times amongst the jostling tourist trade, we finally located our parallel suites and incredibly not having a single piece of luggage misplaced, we checked-in to our quite splendid quarters.

First up, and doubtless this was repeated right the way through to 716 a “fight” for the bed with the best view. We had a choice of two double beds a double bunk a single bed and a pull-out trundle. Working on the theory that Jenna was arguably the smallest cabin-member – she inherited the pull-out. Kylie and Natalie had a cat-fight going over the single-bed nearest the window. Solved that by giving it to Jerry. I realised at this stage, “what the hell did it matter anyway?” as if anyone would be staying in the same bed! Purely for reasons of convenience, George and Larissa took one of the doubles, Nat and I the other. That left Michelle and Kylie with the bunk – naturally, they both wanted the top – we even had to toss for that, leaving Kylie muttering “not fair!”

The decks were packed as the huge ship was towed away from its moorings by a fleet of tugs. Horns blared from hundreds of other craft and in a traditional show of farewell, thousands upon thousands of colored streamers were tossed by visitors and passengers alike as she slid away from quayside. Free of her restraints, the Pacific Princess’ colossal diesel engines then kicked-in and propelled the cruiser towards Sydney’s North Head and the open sea. Remembering for a moment that this is exactly what it must have been like that night the Titanic pulled away from the docks in Southampton all those years ago, I didn’t feel much like cutting loose emotionally. Jenna must have noticed my passive expression.

“What’s wrong?” she said, “You don’t look very happy.”

“Its nothing sweetheart,” I replied picking her up around the waist – she weighs peanuts – “Just thinking about some things.” I added, “Sorry if I looked bothered. I’m not at all. Matter of fact I am so looking forward to this whole thing, you better believe it.” With that I kissed her on the lips, much to the obvious distaste of the grizzled middle-aged lady on my left who I doubt had ever had the experience herself, to judge by her bearing and demeanor. Definitely Head warden in a female prison!

“She married young,” I muttered to the woman, taking Jenna’s hand and leading her back to our cabin.

Life on board a cruise ship is geared towards two things. Providing and maintaining as festive an atmosphere as is possible and extorting from the unwary passenger every last dollar he or she so foolishly brought aboard. You imagine the night-clubs, bars, spas, room-service 24/7 are there purely for your on-board convenience? Think again. These ships are one enormous floating alcoholic haze, beers and spirits all marked-up to Hell and back. By the time your girlfriend is on her third Vodka Cruiser you could have bought a half bottle of decent bourbon at your local liquor store.

We all had something way better though – girls!

Even by the time the eight of us had returned to 724, Jerry especially was looking a bit needful. Admittedly, our suite was a hellish tease – just three guys and five girls. And didn’t they just all know their drawing power? First things first though.

Well clear of the Heads now, the lights of Sydney just a glow on the fading rear horizon, it was time for dinner in the Starlight Club lounge. Having by necessity to pre-book for the entire trip, four complete tables for our entourage alone, we decided our small group would road-test the “Kontiki” bar as an aperitif. The girls, all done up in nice dresses, high heels and make-up, looked anything but underage – we weren’t expecting too many ID checks. The sheer relaxation of being in unpressured surroundings and with no time constraints for once, was a rare luxury.

Not long after we had seated ourselves at a darkened but rather cosy little nook down the far end of the cabin, with a round of old Jack and some Island Coolers for the girls, several of the others turned up, including Graeme, but without Chloe and Kirsten not surprisingly. With Hollywood’s best special-effects team, Kirsten could still look no more than twelve! Hot as my three appeared (and I hadn’t missed Jerry’s on-going glances at Jenna’s low cut dress) little Cathy’s turnout was to die for as she winged-in on Mal’s arm. A year or so younger than Jenna, she was still fifteen, not that you would have known in that evening dress she had on. Shining dark brown hair swept up at the back and with a beautiful little pendant around her neck that complimented two tiny emerald ear-studs. She was just beautiful. Not having indulged in much more than a passing “Hi” since all those months earlier at Warwick’s place, I aimed to do something about that and long before this cruise was finished. Larissa caught me looking at her and tugged my arm playfully.

“Way too young for you,” she teased. She had to be kidding!

Not that Larissa herself was anything but desire incarnate. Clingy black evening dress, split up the left hand side and though showing enough to tease, was marginally insufficient to get arrested for. I squeezed her hand and leaning forwards kissed her softly. George ... ever George, just smiled at me.

We were on to our third round of drinks when a steward from the Club Restaurant notified us that our dinner booking was ready. I had to pry Jerry loose from Jenna’s arm. What’s wrong with that guy? He’s turning into a real lap-dog so far as my daughter is concerned!

I won’t bore the reader with details of our gastronomic endeavors that night. Suffice to say, the food was exquisite and the dance floor one hell of an aphrodisiac. Ingesting the different perfumes of pretty much a dozen hot and sexy little girls as they allowed themselves to be held up close and personal, one hand tightly around their waist, had a longer-lasting effect than the bourbon let me tell you. I can’t speak for the other guys but as the night wore on I was finding it harder ... well lets just leave it at that shall we? – says it all.

Saved the last dance for Kylie and in less time than it took to twirl her around just the once, the earlier caresses and soft words with all those other girls were but a memory. I loved and wanted her so much then, it was hurting me. She knew – I could see it in her eyes. Oddly, there is just one person on this planet, living of all places in Clemson South Carolina, and she knows who I mean, who understands what I am trying to tell you here. What Kylie and I share is beyond special ... beyond defining. In another life we undoubtedly shared this same intense relationship only now it was her turn to be my daughter. Not caring whoever happened to be watching, I kissed her on the lips and simply whispered, “Later sweetheart.”

On my way back to our suite, I had to check and see who it was holding on to my arm. A beautiful little blonde poppet smiled up at me – Michelle ... thank God it wasn’t Jerry or Brad! She couldn’t have chosen a better moment – I loved her too! I think it was our suite we entered – wasn’t of major importance at that stage. There was a bed ... that’s all I needed. I pulled her down with me and she melted in my arms. I have no recollection of removing her dress but the next thing I knew she was lying beside me in just her panties and nothing else. Slipping my hand up between those incredibly warm thighs I felt her reaction as I caressed the front of her knickers with not a little urgency. She murmured something but I couldn’t tell what. I just had to kiss her all over. Starting with those wonderful lightly glossed lips I worked my way around to her neck which had her making all kinds of hot little sounds. Gasping softly as I kissed her breasts and now very erect nipples, I felt the softness of her flat tummy and turning her over quickly, tugged down her tiny little briefs. Spreading her legs gently, the gasps turned to whimpers and after that I was lost.

It was only as I experienced the greatest of releases that I realised the other double bed was anything but empty. It was also anything but quiet. Though bathed in simply moonlight, the occupants and their deliberations were entirely visible. Jerry, Wayne and Graham were completely naked. They had Jenna, still with her evening dress on apparently, although pushed well up past her hips, kneeling on all fours between them. From what I could make out, Wayne was fondling her breasts right down her dress while wanking himself with his free hand. Jerry had a hold of her hips and was taking her hard from the rear with long deep strokes to judge by his own groans of pleasure. Jenna meanwhile was wriggling about in near-ecstasy and to my everlasting amazement, had a hold of Graham’s erection which she was taking into her mouth as he knelt there, sucking him like there was no tomorrow. The harder Jerry fucked her the greater her moans of pleasure and the deeper she seemed to be taking Graham into her mouth.

“Oh God, Jenna,” Graham muttered as he quite obviously came in her mouth. Gripping a handful of her hair tightly, he made sure she had to swallow most every last drop. Jerry meanwhile had begun filling the furthest recesses of her young pussy as he clutched her hips and simply drove it into her. With her hot little ass as elevated as she could get it, she was making sure nothing distracted Jerry from his deliberations. I couldn’t see Wayne’s culminating performance but a sudden shocked “Ohhh” seemed to indicate he had jetted a whole lot of naughty stuff all over her somewhere. That dress was definitely going to be in need of some urgent dry-cleaning. I noticed too as she sat back on her heels, hands between her legs, that Wayne had managed to get both her breasts out which even now he was fondling and pulling playfully as they jutted free of her dress-top, while she sat there compliantly, seemingly unmoved to stop him.

“You have the hottest little tits sweetheart,” he mumbled. Predictably, Jenna just giggled.

Either totally oblivious to my presence or simply uncaring, the three of them were now in the process of pushing Jenna on to her back.

“C’mon, lets strip her completely.” said Graham. I want to fuck her naked.”

Having only to divest her of the dress and bra, it was the work of but a moment. Her little mock cry of shock as they got her bra off leaving her fully nude, was priceless.

It was only then I glanced down at my side and discovered Michelle had obviously sustained a subtle degree of emotional overload and was curled up beside me sound asleep. Kissing her softly on the cheek, I slipped the covers up around her.

Well Graham did say he wanted to fuck her naked and that’s precisely what he did. Dragged to the edge of the bed, where Jerry and Wayne held her legs as wide as they could get them, Graham wasn’t about to waste time with any unnecessary foreplay. Jenna gasped for real, as he pushed right up inside her pussy. It was too dark to make out any details, I can only assume how easy it would have been for him, given the quantity of Jerry’s cum that would have still been on-site.

“You are such a hot little slut Jenna,” he remarked, “I so love doing this to you.” One couldn’t really debate the virtues of either statement at that point. His words carried no offense despite their literal meaning. I realised then how many years he must have been looking at her seated behind her desk in class, aware of her girlish tease and simply longing to get his hands inside her bra and panties, if not other things. How many teachers suffer this agony every day worldwide? As both Jerry and Wayne began rubbing her breasts as they jiggled in response to Graham’s hard thrusts, I could see Jenna was almost totally given over to the sensations she was experiencing. Audibly demanding he fuck her harder, she responded to Wayne’s asking her to “rub her own tits” by cupping them and squeezing them in apparently total ecstasy. The other two were left to wank themselves insensible. Graham had a hold of her legs himself and bent now at the knees, he had them spread so wide that had it been daytime, the view would have been wildly arousing let’s say.