Chapter 5

If You’re Going to Harper Valley, Be Sure to Wear Some Flowers in Your Hair.

These fortnightly gatherings are playing havoc with our lives. If you think cigarettes are hard enough to give up, try cutting down on skimpy little knickers and push-up bras once you have a taste for both ... as it were!

Barely had Jerry and Michelle departed that evening, than it was on!

“C’mon dad ... Pleeeeassse take us this weekend! We’ll be good.”

“That’s the problem Jenna,” I said, “It’s your interpretation of ‘being good’ that worries me. Look what happened tonight? Give you two any opportunity and its every man for himself these days.”

“Didn’t see you showing too much restraint with Michelle dad,” muttered Kylie, perfecting her cutesy-little-daughter routine just inside the kitchen doorway.

“That’s enough out of you two,” I replied, fully aware I was never going to win an argument with either of them, whatever the rules. “And you can stop that cheeky pouting Kylie – we’re not going OK?”

“Sure dad,” she grinned and headed off to bed, shepherding Jenna ahead of her. “Goodnight daddy,” they both chorused from half way up the stairs, before breaking down in a fit of giggles. Ya gotta love them!

The subject of Warwick’s upcoming hosting-debut wasn’t raised for the next day or so. I figured I was on top of the situation and back on track for “responsible parent of the month” nomination. Amazing the damage just one ‘phone call can do! Shortly after 8 pm Friday – the entire teenage entourage was out - enjoying boyfriends, girlfriends or sleep-overs, when my cell rang.

“Hi Mr Baker,” floated delicately from the micro-speaker. Recognising that confident little voice, yet having no expectation of hearing from her so soon, I felt eighteen again.

“C’mon Larissa,” I said, “Call me Noel.” So happy was I to hear from her, she could have called me anything she damn well felt like – I would have crawled across hot coals to hear from her.

She said she hoped I hadn’t minded her calling but she just wanted to say hello and see if I was going to the party on Saturday. At that particular second I wasn’t even thinking of the party or anything else much above her beautiful face, tender lips and wholesome youth. As she spoke with me I could visualise just how she was sitting, the delicate curve of her hips, one hand playing idly as it always was, with those little curls up near her forehead. I wondered what color ribbon she had in her hair and whether she was just the slightest bit damp even talking to me. I wasn’t actually thinking of her in any blatant sexual way at all strange to say, simply happy as all hell that she’d called.

“Yeah Larissa,” I was saying, “Thing is, I actually told the girls I wouldn’t be taking them again.”

“Oh!” She sounded just so disappointed. “Does that mean you won’t be going either?”

I thought for a split second of asking her out on a date instead, before reality kicked-in big time. “What the fuck are you thinking Noel? A seventeen-year-old girl dating a guy in his late forties ... very late forties? Yeah right!” I collected my thoughts rapidly.

“Larissa, I would dearly love to go especially knowing that you’ll be there to be quite honest, but if I do, how can I justify to Kylie and Jenna, going myself while insisting they stay home? Kinda a double standard there doncha think?

“Well why can’t they go?” she asked. “It’s not as if you’re forcing them too.” God, the simplicity and logic of the female mind-set! She was continuing, “And I know dad will be soo disappointed.”

Now that I could understand! Recalling immediately those images of him gently spreading Jenna’s legs as she lay on me, while I pulled her bra straps down, there is no way he wouldn’t have been planning on either a re-run or a repeat performance with her sister. Worse still, the thought now of taking on the role of voyeur at such a spectacle, was anything but repugnant to me. I hesitated before I answered her.

“Did George actually say anything about what happened at the Archer’s place Larissa? I asked tentatively.

I think she half-choked...”What didn’t he say!” she replied. “He thought that Jenna was just so hot and that none of the other girls could hold a candle to her ... I think that was the phrase he used.”

“Hmmmm, so the guy has taste” I thought to myself. This was panning-out as a major major re-think. I mean I could hardly disappoint her greatest fan could I?

“Well maybe ... just one last fling,” I said to her. I heard the swift intake of breath. She probably punched the air with a “Yes” too!

“I’ll make it up to you Noel,” she whispered teasingly before hanging up. So bad was my subsequent fit of shaking, it was all I could do to depress the “end call” button.

Kyles was home later that night but I didn’t tell her the inquest had been re-opened. First thing the next morning I had to pick up Jenna from her sleep-over and take the two of them to school. Needless to say, following a brief tete-a-tete in the rear seat, Kylie ever the spokesperson, asked hopefully just as we pulled up at the main gates, “Had any second thoughts dad?”

I told them I had recanted my stance on the subject, but just this once and not to take it as carte blanche from here-on in. The squeals of delight, kisses and shoulder-hugs that followed that little statement necessitated my explaining to various parental onlookers, “It’s OK Guys, we’re just a really close family!”

Just as a few staid older parents were glancing my way frowning upon such open affection, Warwick pulled up behind me. Brianna was out the passenger’s door like a flash and leaning-in to give me the most passionate kiss on the lips, before linking arms with my two girls, the three of them winging it up the grass verge. The frowns gave way to astonished stares – I think I made the “likely pedophiles list” that morning.

Warwick came over and leant on the hood.

“You and the girls dropping by tomorrow?” he asked. I had little cause to wonder which of those two were the higher on his wish-list.

“Sure thing,” I replied, “ Looking forward to it.”

“Good man,” he mumbled, “Get there as early as you can ... let’s make a day of it.”

I was going to ask if he meant a “day of them” but thought better of it. Already I was seeing white-hot scenarios forming on the periphery of my imagination. I simply shook hands and swung back into the morning gridlock.

How hot was that Saturday morning? Just knowing I was going to see my two cute little daughters getting likely stripped and fucked silly within hours was pulse-raising stuff. God–knows what the anticipation factor was doing to them. I knew now how Jerry and Warwick must have felt driving their girls to these parties all this time.

We didn’t actually exchange that many words all morning – not a lot you can say when you stop to think about it. Kylie and Jenna both did themselves up like hot little teen teases ... absolutely tasteful to be sure ... but still no mistaking the sluttish-intent. Teased-up hair, short tight (matching) skirts and tops which would undeniably give on-going credence to the “twin sister” myth. Lightest touch of make-up, eye shadow and lip gloss and sexy little black strapped shoes. It goes without saying we went very close to be extremely late getting there – they were that hot! I guarantee they felt like slipping a hand up inside one another’s knickers the entire trip there and yes, I did check that possibility in the rear view mirror ... it simply didn’t happen.

Warwick’s house is barely ten minutes from our place. I’ve never been so glad to get somewhere!

No sooner had I parked than the girls were unbuckled and out the back doors. I watched them mingle with several other familiar faces. Brittany and Louise were already there with their dads as were Brianna and Caitlin, another little bubbly blonde from Kylie’s tenth grade home-room.

Jerry pretty much followed me in to the drive-way not two minutes later and I had barely been able to extricate myself from the driver’s seat, before Michelle flung her arms around me and gave me the warmest of hugs. I indicated the side gate through which my girls had just walked. With her beautiful blonde hair trailing off her shoulders, she took off after them. Jerry, seeing me alone in the car enquired with not a little trepidation in his voice.

“Aren’t Kylie and Jenna with you?”

“Relax Jer,” I countered, “They’re here. No need to throw a nervy turn!”

“Thank God,” he muttered, then realising how desperate he must have sounded. “It’s just they your girls are so damn hot, I was kinda looking forward to...”

“Yeah, you don’t have to explain Jer,” I cut him off, “Don’t wanna hear all the gruesome little details.” He looked somewhat embarrassed.

“Besides,” I continued, “Got a few plans for Michelle myself – probably nothing you’d want to hear about either.” He half-smiled.

“Oh, I dunno about that!” Damn, he was more twisted than I’d imagined!

Warwick’s place was way smaller than the previous venues, but with a huge rear garden. To compensate for the impractability of housing thirty odd guests in a multiplicity of rooms indoors, he had hired a huge marquee that had been professionally set-up on the rear lawn. With the block pretty much secluded by cedars, complete privacy was maintained. Within, one had the option of sitting on scatter-rugs, portable lounges, ordinary chairs, the occasional ‘day and night’ or freshly cut lawn, all of which were to be put to good use. To any neighboring observer it would simply appear to be a teenage birthday party in progress.

A small “bar” had been set up on a couple of trestles and most every adult gravitated towards that little area to begin with, while the girls giggled and chatted in small groups within the cavernous venue. This time it appeared more than the usual number of mothers were in attendance – I counted at least six. And they say women are the fairer sex? It promised to be an ‘interesting’ afternoon.

I was mid-way through my first chardonnay, keeping an eye on Kylie and Jenna who were at that stage, chatting animatedly within a small mixed group down the far end of the marquee, when my burgeoning fears were arrested as George and Larissa were ushered in through the main flap. Both made their way over to me immediately. Shaking George’s outstretched hand I had to admire Larissa’s absolutely stunning appearance. Simple but immaculately fitting dark blue dress that clung to her like a devoted lover. Long enough to be tasteful, short enough to bring on an erection, a thin black belt highlighted her slim waist. The dress’s one concession to outright sexual-tease - a micro zip that ran hem to crotch. (How many trips up and down had that recorded on the way to Warwick’s place I wondered?) Her dark hair was perfectly groomed as always and swept back at the sides with small clips that were hidden beneath small frangipani. She was a living doll.

Larissa hugged me and took my hand – George seemed quite at ease with her familiarity, simply asking, “Are your two here Noel?” I pointed out the little group down the far end and he hightailed it in that general direction. For some reason, I really liked George – way ahead of Jerry and Warwick if the truth be known. That he had infinitely more taste and finesse was beyond question. The thought of him and my two girls – either separately or together - really kick-started some serious adrenalin flow. For now though, I had other things and other fantasies on my mind.

Finding an unoccupied chair close by, I drew Larissa down on to my lap. Just looking at her was a privilege. Exactly what was going on with us I don’t know but I sensed she felt it and as far as I could tell, definitely wasn’t fighting it. I told her how beautiful she was and kissed her. A girl doesn’t respond like she did unless something is there on-site to cause it. More than anything else, I wanted to take her home and to spend hours showing her how much I loved her. Speaking of which, I could pretty well see right down her top at that angle. My right hand encircled her left breast and squeezed it gently. She snuggled-in more to give me better access.

Oblivious to anyone else who may have been watching, I slipped my hand down inside her top where just a hint of light-blue bra was teasing my vision. So warm was she there, I felt her nipple growing even as I rubbed it softly between thumb and forefinger. Her hips wriggled slightly on my lap and reminded immediately of the proximity of that little zip, I just had to misbehave. Maybe she had worked on it with the WD40, but so easily did it unzip, her soft thighs were exposed in the blink of an eye.

Murmuring as I placed a hand on her leg, some six inches above her knee, she parted her legs slightly – enough lets say, to make visible the edge of the hottest little silky blue panties she must have been able to find in that third drawer down. Cute as they were, it wasn’t the “edge” of them I was thinking about ... more like dead center. Now we were on the home straight. As I rubbed her pussy beneath the soft material, she just looked up at me pleadingly. I didn’t need an expert in body-language to translate for me. With my right hand now fully inside her bra in charge of back-up, I managed to slip three fingers beneath the hem of her knickers, two of which negotiated the short trip to the main portal with consummate ease.

Once inside, I was taking no prisoners. So hot was she, I was almost relegated to being a ‘bit’ player. Eyes glazed, I know she wanted physiological input other than fingers right about then, but I was determined to tease her stupid. I felt her vaginal muscles gripping my fingers as I pushed in deeply whilst my thumb commenced a rhythmical, though pressured stimulation of her clitoral bud. I really was being cruel ... stopping at crucial moments just to tell her how lovely she was. She was gasping with a need to cum and so I relented and began rubbing her hard enough that she just spread her legs, bringing on the big-o with indecent haste.

“Better than a French Vanilla Chocolate?” I enquired. She put her head on my shoulder and purred.

“Is she your daughter?” said a female voice just to the left of my chair? I glanced around.

Sitting there on the rug was a very attractive young woman, ostensibly in her late twenties. Seems she had been indulging in a spot of close-range voyeurism during the concluding moments of Larissa’s performance.

“Er, no she’s not actually ... wish she was!” I replied quite truthfully. “And you are?’

“Oh, my name’s Susie,” she said, “I suppose I shouldn’t have intruded – she just looked so hot when you were doing that to her, I thought she might have been your daughter.”

I looked at her for a moment, wondering if that kinda thing was a regular event in her household. “You’re married then?”

“No,” she replied. “Just came here with my daughter – she’s only fourteen though.”

Now she had my interest. With Larissa propped up in my arms and equally attentive I imagine, I asked her if she often came to these parties – I had never seen her before. She said she hadn’t but had been invited, as her daughter Tanya was best friends with another girl who came often. I also learned that she was divorced and obviously interested in pursuing an “alternative” sexual lifestyle for both herself and Tanya. She asked if I had daughters.

I was about to point them out when I was lucky to avoid a heart murmur. Down the far end of the room I could see George seated on a portable lounge. Jenna was on his lap, her skirt pushed high towards her hips from what I could see, with his hand well up between her legs. That was fair enough – his own daughter having been much in the same position on mine. Kylie however was kneeling alongside, letting him kiss her while he appeared to be rubbing her breasts concurrently. Another older man was behind Kylie tugging her skirt up and about to slip his hands in somewhere he shouldn’t.

Other girls in that group were well into the “being fondled” stage also. Brianna I noticed was the subject of a major exploratory being undertaken by two men on one of the nearby scatter-rugs. Down to her bra and knickers already, one man had her arms behind her while the other had, it looked like, his hands in her panties. Her back being to me, I couldn’t see that clearly.

Well actually Susie,” I said “I do believe those two girls down there on the lounge are my daughters.” I pointed them out. “Just can’t seem to keep a rein on them presently.”

She laughed. “Wow, yes, they seem to be having fun.”

“Where is Tanya,” I asked her.

She pointed to a small group not far to our left. A very young girl with dark hair in a pony-tail was sitting on Brad Archer’s knee of all people. He was holding her around the waist chatting to another man and a blonde woman of middle age. It didn’t appear anything of a sexual nature was happening at that moment. Still, I was surprised she had left her daughter alone, it being her first time.

“Do you and Tanya know what happens at these parties?” I said, trying to put it as delicately as possible. She seemed surprised by my question.

“You mean do I know that Tanya might end up getting fucked?” she replied very matter-of-factly. Larissa gasped – I maintained a straight face!

“Well, er yeah ... and whatever else,” I muttered. “I mean, she is only fourteen.”

“Oh sure, but Tanya isn’t a virgin ... in fact she has had a lot of partners – all older men ... at home you know...” she added by way of explanation.

Thinking it best not to pursue that particular line of questioning, I asked her what it was, she herself liked.