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Finding Neverland

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    Some of you might remember reading an earlier story - "Way Outside the Curriculum." It, like it's sequel, "Outside the Curriculum: Learning Made Easy," was written with the kind help of Peter_Pan, who I'm sure many of you must know!

    Even before then I had emailed PP heaps of times, telling him how much I enjoyed his stories (God, if my father knew I read stuff like that!) and that I wished I could write like him. We became fairly regular correspondents and after I submitted the first "Curriculum" he offered to help me with the sequel too.

    After deciding I wanted to be a journalist, I enrolled at La T

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robe University here in Melbourne, studying for a Communications Degree. I have stayed in touch with PP since (he helps me with writing assignments) and it was only just after Christmas that he asked me "Did I ever get up to Sydney at all?" The truth is, I hardly ever do - except occasionally to see my uncle when we all drive up there as a family. They don't live that far from PP as it happens. Anyway, I wrote back saying "What made you ask that?"

    When he replied that he would like to have met me and maybe have a coffee somewhere, inexplicably I blushed reading it. Something inside me wanted suddenly to meet him. Wasn't anything sexual or even that I felt like another dumb author-groupie...I just knew I had to see him.

    Although I've just turned twenty now, I suppose you could say I have led a sheltered life - maybe that's why I click on sites like this, haha! I have only ever had a couple of boyfriends and neither were what you might call "serious." I lost my virginity to one of them but it was no big deal - the fat lady most definitely failed to make it on stage. I was only eighteen then and I remember being so bitterly disappointed by it all.

    So taking a pretty big risk I suppose, I emailed PP a week or so later and made like I was coming up to Sydney with some friends the following week and that I would have several hours to spare if he still wanted to meet me. This was just over a week ago now. I had of course to tell my parents the same lie.....that I was flying up to Sydney for the day with some friends. We are still on holidays from Uni so mum and dad didn't really think too much about it luckily. Dad just said to call him on my cell-phone and he would pick me up from Tullamarine whatever time the plane landed back in Melbourne.

    I was so excited. PP arranged to meet me at Alexander's - a well-known wine and coffee bar in the center of Sydney - right opposite the Town Hall, only a fifteen minute cab ride from Sydney domestic terminal itself. I had his picture of course and he told me exactly where he'd be and what he'd be wearing. It was pretty easy finding him.

    How do I describe Peter_Pan? Let's see - he was a bit shorter than I expected for some reason - about five-ten or so I guess, and although having not that much hair now, was nowhere near bald, and looked nothing like a fifty-something year old should - nearer a guy in his middle to late forties. Something about him still reminded me of a little boy. He didn't talk, think or act like a way older man - the name "Peter_Pan" so suits him, although as you probably all know - his real name is Noel. He has a really kind and interesting face, nice hazel eyes, and if I had to describe in one word what my first impression of him was - it's "safe." I can imagine girls have fallen in love with him all his life!

    He has a really educated accent - not so much British (which I know he is) as just un-Australian somehow. He has travelled a great deal and it comes through when he speaks. Actually it would be true to say - he talks like he writes. He's very charismatic and so easy to listen too and be with.

    When I got there, he gave me a big hug (he's not a small guy!) and sat me down at the far end of the coffee lounge in a private niche. I must have seemed like a doped-up teenager - not really sure what to say without appearing overly childish. He made me feel totally at ease though and we talked for almost two hours. He's one of those people who likes to maintain eye contact and you don't find him trying to look you over or peer down your top - not that I have much there to peer at!

    We chatted about so many things.....his life, how he became a writer (You wouldn't believe the things he's done - everything from driving a truck to acting, fire-fighting, real estate and teaching!) By the time we got on to University and my hopes of being a journalist (oddly - both he and his ex-wife were one) I felt like I'd known him all my life - cliché that this sounds I realise.

    I'm not sure now what prompted him to ask me if I'd like to have a few hours "in private" before I had to catch the plane home but I do remember saying to him "I'd love to," without the slightest hesitation. He then took my hand and we walked a block and a half to the Centerpoint complex where I didn't even think it strange when he walked up to the reservations desk at the Hilton there, and booked a suite upstairs. He just smiled at me and I trusted him.

    I've been sitting here thinking for a while now, wondering just how to explain to you what happened during those next few hours. PP could do it so easily. Any way I put it, it's going to make either me sound stupid or him grotty, and nothing could be further from the truth.

    I'm just going to write it as I remember it!

    Before anything, he ordered a plate of sandwiches and some wine. While we waited for those to be brought up, we sat side by side at a rather stylish round glass table overlooking Castlereagh Street and just about finished the day's Su-Do-Ku puzzle....him doing 80% of it.

    The wine of course made me feel flirty and I began wondering what it would be like to kiss PP or better still to be kissed by him. Looking at me as he was right that moment, I'm sure he picked up something from my body-language. He just observed me in that warm and inviting way that he does, and then simply patted his knee. As if totally rehearsed, I went across to his chair and sat demurely in his lap. I must admit, I wasn't feeling overly demure right at that moment.

    His gentle kiss made me blush, it was definitely not the kiss of a man long past middle age or of one who didn't have much of a clue what he was doing. The next kiss was longer and as his arm encircled my waist...again I felt so safe and protected. He told me I was very pretty - a fact I have to say, that the mirrors at home have never been able to convince me of. Still, what girl doesn't want to hear words such as those?

    I had on just a simple cotton dress - it's mid summer in Australia currently with temperatures in the high 30's to low 40's most days...and that's centigrade! I couldn't help shuffling about on his lap - I think he must have thought I was restless or something, because he nodded towards the bed and asked me "Might you be more comfortable on the covers?" It was like him asking me about going to a private room - I didn't even think to say "no." I just nodded. Had I after all planned all this subconsciously, before I even left Melbourne?

    Well it was certainly more comfortable - especially when he lay me back against the pillow and kissed my lips again. I could feel myself just letting go. I knew I would be fine with him whatever happened and now, it was my turn to smile.

    As he began to kiss my neck and then - so tenderly - a spot only a few inches above my right breast, I knew how all those girls, both at Harper Valley and in his other stories, must have felt. It all seemed so unreal, and as I wriggled slightly, he kissed my actual breast. I was unable to suppress a slight gasp of pleasure

   "This just can't be happening" I was thinking to myself - it's simply another Peter_Pan story. I could almost read the words in my mind, even as I shivered beneath his gentle caresses. I love my hair being played with (I'm a honey-blonde btw, just not a dumb one) and all the time he was kissing me, he would run his fingers gently through it. Funny really, but all the time I was with him, I never once seemed conscious of his being so much older, although I do have to say, PP comes across as the "father" every girl wishes they could have had. How lucky are his kids?

    It wasn't until he actually undid the top few buttons of my dress that I felt any sort of doubt as to what I was doing. Didn't last long though. As he exposed my small bra (I'm still only a 32B) and then kissed me either side of the clasp, I knew beyond doubt that this was what I wanted. I think he knew that too! Maybe because I was a bit embarrassed, but I remember apologising for being small to which he replied, "You are beautiful Kimberley, and anyway, smaller breasts are way sexier." ....I almost believed him!

    Unhooking the bra, he exposed me fully and I felt myself tensing up. I couldn't fail to notice though that my nipples were now soo erect. As he started kissing both breasts and teasing my areolae with the tip of his tongue I am sure any girls reading this will understand exactly what I mean, when I say that all the nerve endings in my pussy, were suddenly on red-alert and tingling from what he was doing to me.

    Wearing just three items (bra, panties and dress) didn't exactly provide much back-up in the modesty stakes - especially when PP slipped is hand up between my knees and began feeling his way cautiously along the inside of my thigh. I was experiencing so many different sensations at that stage, I wasn't sure whether I wanted to spread my legs more or close them up. Pan made up my mind for me by gently pulling my dress up to my waist. I'm not sure that the sudden exposure of my thin cotton panties was more arousing for him or me? Either way I remember thinking "Well there's really not too much point pretending to be the innocent little virgin now, is there?" and I allowed him to part my legs further.

    He just looked at me for a moment - in my eyes, nowhere else, and I could feel his gentility and his respect. It made me cry almost.

   "We'd maybe better take this off?" he whispered, indicating my dress - "before it gets too creased," he added, grinning.

    Things were getting serious. Just in my panties now (having removed my bra, seeing as it wasn't serving any useful purpose at that stage) he had me lie on my tummy which felt soo vulnerable and sexy. Massaging my shoulders firmly but gently, he began kissing his way down my spine until he reached the small of my back. I know I must have been wriggling all over the place by then, but he so knew what he was doing.

    When he took a hold of the elastic and began pulling my panties down a fraction I turned chicken and began shaking my head....the complete opposite of what I wanted! He said nothing, merely lowering his head and kissing me at the very beginning of the curve of my bottom. That did it....I let out a little yelp of surprise and I'm sure - wriggled my bottom slightly, just for his benefit.

    It was to benefit me too of course!

   Turning me back over, I instinctively covered my pussy as he tugged my panties down and off, but he took my hands and just raised them over my head. I felt so open and 'submissive' I suppose is the word - but overriding everything, I wanted him to see me naked and more than anything I desired his touch and his affection. He gave me both and this was something I had never experienced. He was the ultimate teacher!

    Still dressed himself, not that I was giving that fact any great attention, he simply knelt between my legs and kissed me firmly on my now quite wet pussy. My hips wanted to thrust up towards him, but I managed to control the urge. I think I was whimpering though and making lots of little noises as he continued nuzzling me down there. Whether he spread my legs or I did it myself, I really can't remember, but when I felt his tongue gently separating my labia and then flicking across my clitoris I simply could not control my emotions any more.

    Letting out a small cry of extreme pleasure, I spread my legs wider and allowed him the access he craved and that which I needed! I must be honest, in the past, neither boyfriend even tried getting to first base with me sexually. It was just a case of "in-out" a few times and then "That was great Kimberley." I'm sure many of you girls can identify with that one!

    The orgasm he quickly brought me to was like nothing I had ever experienced. So intense was it, I just gasped and clung to him, allowing the incredible sensations to take my body wherever they had a mind to go. It was almost a disappointment to return to reality.

    I know I was breathing hard and just for the moment unsure of where I wanted to go from here. Well that's a lie - I knew exactly where I wanted PP to go - it was more a case of someone simply making the first move...after all, I had no clothes on....that must have been giving him some ideas!

   "Are you quite comfortable with all this Kimberley?" he asked me suddenly. It sounded so chivalrous I almost laughed, but instead I just nodded and put my face up for him to kiss me - which he did. Definitely no father-daughter relationship developing here, although recalling to mind what I've read about at Harper Valley, who knows?

   PP finally discarded his jeans and top and while I have to be brutally honest and admit that no trace of any six-pack remained - his physique, though showing obvious signs of middle-age was nothing to be ashamed of believe me. I've seen guys in their late twenties and thirties at St Kilda beach in Melbourne in way worse shape. Still quite muscular, only a slight paunch was noticeable and with no trace of a beer-belly most guys that old carry. He didn't appear to be in the least embarrassed by undressing in front of me and I found that rather sexy too.

    We just slipped under the covers and he pulled me on top of him and began kissing me. With his hands cupping my bottom I loved the feel of my breasts as they made contact with his chest. Freeing up a hand, he began to fondle my nipples which made me hotter by the moment. I could feel his erection swelling beneath my pussy and there was no need to ask the question.

    It took little re-adjustment of our bodies before the head of his penis was flush up against my very wet "slit" for lack of a better word ("Vagina" sounds overly clinical sometimes!) I was just so wet he was able to slip it in to me with barely any upward movement. He would have known now quite obviously, that I was not a virgin and for absolutely no reason, I suddenly wished desperately, that I could have been one still for him. Given the very limited sexual action I have ever seen though....I really think I only lost it by a technicality. Anyway. being the complete gentleman, he said nothing of course, simply setting up the most wonderful of rhythms inside me that had me moaning softly in seconds. I usually hate it when I read about girls doing that but I couldn't help it. He was driving me crazy.

    All I could think of was Larissa, Michelle, Brianna, Rhiannon and all the rest of them. If it had been even half this good for them, how they must have all looked forward to each successive party?

    Peter_Pan makes love to you.....he doesn't fuck girls. This I think is what separates him from the average male partner who simply is wanting to get from point A to point B as quickly as possible. I could sense he was about to cum and although ready, was not prepared for the incredible orgasm that overtook me right as he did so. I could do nothing but lie there clinging on to him as he just kept pumping it all into me. Crazy as it sounds, I had an overpowering urge to become pregnant to him, impossible as that might be, given that I have been on the pill for more than eighteen months now.

    We stayed in that bed for another hour or so doing nothing but talking. I lay against him as he cupped my breasts, nuzzled my neck, just making me feel so special and wanted. It seemed the most natural thing in the world. We could easily have spent the time in lustful enjoyment but both of us knew that wasn't what was called for here.

    I did regret so much having to get dressed later, although having a shower together beforehand was quite beautiful. He soaped me up like a little girl and was so gentle - washing my hair for me and then drying it off on the bed while I just sat there naked. I felt twelve again.

    I had truly found Neverland.

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    PP saw me to the outer departure lounge that evening and by simply saying to me as they finally announced boarding, "Thank you Kimberley. I just want you to know I have never experienced a happier five hours in my life," I knew I would never know anyone like him again. We kissed that last time.

    There were so many tears in my eyes as I walked along the air-bridge.

   

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Outside The Curriculum: Learning Made Easy

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Still in my own little "world" and bleeding quietly, not that anyone was paying that much attention, I was watching yet more of Todd’s cum slowly trickle down the inside of my leg. I could hear my dad now, "Have a nice time at Cathy’s sweetheart?"

What would I say? "Sure dad, we had heaps of fun. Od’d on the Chardonnay watching some hot sex scenes on TV and afterwards Cathy’s dad was good enough to rape me a couple of times…..well at least before he started fucking his own daughter."…and believe me, that’s exactly what he was attempting to orchestrate the far side of the room.

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stify">We couldn’t hear clearly what he was saying to her because Todd had his back to us but the continuous shaking of her head and her general body language suggested he was making something more than a general "pass" at his daughter.

she emphasised her feelings on the matter at hand, with an emphatic "I said no dad!" Didn’t look to me like he was giving up too easily though.

Twice

I think Elise and Julie had plans afoot to help Todd get down and dirty with his daughter, if for no other reason because of their own recent paedophilic experiences. Suppose they figured that if Todd was of a mind to fuck his daughter’s girlfriends like that, the least he could do now was to serve it up to Cathy as well. True, incest is incest but you’d be surprised how many little details you can overlook after two wine casks.

A further outcry from the far side of the room drew everyone’s attention. Cathy was having none of her dad’s attentions and following an obvious attempt by Todd to grope her breasts, she was now tugging his hands out from the top of her gaping nightdress and pushing him away.

This time we did hear Todd’s comments.

"Damn it Cathy, you get me to fuck one of your girlfriends, touch yourself up in front of me…that’s pretty much incest to start with! C’mon sweethweart, you’re sixteen now, almost seventeen – hardly a baby. I just want to do it with you once Cathy…I’ll never ask again, I promise!"

"Go on Cath," giggled Elise. "You were wanting your dad to fuck Debbie, admit it."

I’m sure I caught the slightest blush as she looked across at Elise.

"Well, what if I did El? Doesn’t mean I have to let my own dad fuck me does it?….would you let yours?"

"Hmmmm," Elise replied, looking back at her and smiling. "You know, I just might…and I wouldn’t be surprised if dad’s already thought about it. He often seems to "accidentally" come into my room or the bathroom when I’m changing."

"Mine too," chirped Julie. "Don’t think my dad would think twice about it!"

Generating so many hot images in my own mind at that moment, thinking about my father and the times he has either brushed up against me in a doorway or spanked my bottom playfully in passing, I hoped no-one saw me reddening-up momentarily.

Cathy was just sitting there, arms hunched-up around her knees, obviously running all the permutations in her mind. I remembered months ago we were all talking about incest one night and I’m sure Cathy had said something like "It would be interesting!"

It was about to get more interesting.

She was looking across at Todd, who had retreated a couple of paces and was just kneeling on the floor. Her expression was definitely not one of disgust….more another word, that retained those last three letters.

"Promise, just the once dad?" she all but whispered. The three of us girls looked on impassively. Striving to maintain our dignity, there wasn’t one of us could wait to see Todd fuck his daughter into the Twilight Zone. As for Todd, his expression had just changed to one of "Thank you, thank you God."

As Julie and Elise crawled towards her and in the state of undress they were, I’m sure Todd found that interesting to say the least, Cathy looked a little nervous.

"What are you guys doing?" she asked, hunching further up against the lounge. Not wanting to be the "Nigel" of the group, I had slipped my panties and nightdress back on and was heading over to the small gathering.

"Kiss her Mr Carter," Elise suggested, just a few seconds before he leaned across and did just that. I think she had merely pre-empted his plan of attack. Whatever, it was working. Not only did Cathy put up little resistance to her father’s lip-action but she quite obviously drew him closer in. He didn’t waste the opportunity and once again, began to lightly caress his daughter’s rather cute little breasts.

God was that hot? Elise and Julie must have thought so too. Both slipped their hands down between their own legs and almost subconsciously began to apply some much needed relief there. You think I’d be caught dead doing a thing like that in public? I’d have bet a million dollars I wouldn’t. I would have lost!

In less time than it would have taken to say "Let’s not tell Mom, Daddy," Todd had Cathy pretty much flat on her back across maybe half a dozen scatter cushions. Still kissing her passionately, he began slipping his hands up her nightdress – evidently to Cathy’s pleasure, judging by the unforced spreading of her legs. She gave a little cry as he reached her panties – fully on display to all of us now.

Watching all this was hotter than having it done to you I think…..especially being his daughter and all. I can barely begin to imagine what it must have felt like from Cathy’s viewpoint. She made no attempts now to deflect his hand as he began fondling her breasts through the wafer-thin material and the effect on her was nothing short of electric.

Wriggling all over the place she was pushing her hips up against his hand now, forcing him to rub her harder at the critical point. Elise was making more noise than Cathy, pretty much gasping as she pleasured herself to the edge. I showed a bit more decorum than that, but in truth, I just couldn’t wait to see her fucked silly. So wet and sticky was I between my own legs I don’t think I best admit what disgusting thoughts I was having.

As for Julie, she was using both hands on herself by this stage and I think if we had video’d her performance alone, we could have sold a copy to every boy in the school for $500 each. No telling what some of the teachers would have paid!

Whereas the sight of Todd’s erection would earlier in the evening, probably have had me running to the bathroom screaming and sobbing, given its recent acquaintance with my wet little pussy and beyond, I was little more now than an interested (well OK…very interested!) observer. Rumor has it that Cathy lost her virginity earlier this year. Now the truth or otherwise of that little floater was about to be revealed.

She put up little or no resistance as Todd rather fetchingly tugged his daughter’s panties down from hip level to a point at which they no longer had any relevance…..either as decoration or defense. Although evidently unfamiliar with the advantages of a fem razor, Cathy had a very neat little growth of dark brown curls that would have done Shirley Temple proud. Even without trimming, they grew neatly and restrictedly in the forecourt of her little temple. So far as I could recall, even in a bikini, none had ever dared to show themselves to family, friends or acquaintances alike. Right now, they looked just so sexy, her father risked a total shut-down of the senses.

Leaving her nightdress on, he simply spread her wider, and kneeling at the apex of her legs, where we could all see incidentally, well up inside her lower lips – where the color purple reigned supreme, he pushed hard into her.

Cathy let out an "Oh, Dad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" the three of us took up the slack with our fingers and Todd almost passed-out with pleasure I imagine. Having the romantic notion to kiss his daughter, Cathy simply put her arms around his neck and let her body take up active duty, as he began thrusting hard in to her. Judging by the depth of penetration, the question of Cathy being a virgin or not was more or less answered right from the opening encounter, as it were.

A girl doesn’t realise just how far she spreads her legs during sex until she sees another female actively pursuing the same goal. "Gosh, did I look like that?" I was thinking to myself. I soo wanted to look like that again!

To say Todd had settled into a rhythm would suggest he was in for the long haul. To be completely honest, I think he was not far from orgasm at the point he pushed into her. Grunting marginally better than his daughter who was tending more towards gasps and cries of pleasure, and not forgetting that after servicing three other girls he had little in reserve – of either cum or energy one imagines – he still managed to spurt something of interest well up inside Cathy’s little box of tricks.

She clung to her father, evidently riding her own incoming spring tide, as it washed inland carrying her somewhat enlivened senses with it. So excruciatingly hot was the sight before us, Elise, Julie and I were unavoidably transported to realms previously denied us.

For a while – silence reigned.

Cathy lay there, her legs still spread to the max, flushed and idly fingering herself – quite uncaring as to how she looked. Elise did something I thought was both sweet and extraordinarily hot! She crawled over and kissed Cathy on the lips as she lay there breathing heavily, her pretty breasts and still erect nipples showing clearly through her nightdress. It was a long kiss, giving Cathy time to encircle her long-time friend with her arms.

Most likely unintentionally, but it also presented Todd with a hands-on view of Elise’s very shapely rear-end, being as it was, just a couple of feet from where he sat on his haunches, an effectively spent force. Still, he was able to reach out and pat her! Gotta admire the man’s opportunism.

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Hot as all four of us girls were, Todd was but one man….and an exhausted one at that, so after we had gotten ourselves dressed (if you can call just two items of clothing "dressed?") we actually huddled up together on the lounge and watched another movie. Cathy and Elise with an arm each around their shoulders and Julie and I on the floor encircling a leg each. If this sounds suggestively sexual – it wasn’t…just a case of wanting to be close.

Unable to keep our collective eyes open by midnight, Todd made the inarguably novel suggestion that we all go to bed – together!

Even given his King size bed, it was still a challenge although we realised that most likely sleeping was not the primary intent here. With never less than one girl on top of him at any one time, four bodies were able to marginalise themselves across the bed quite easily, especially so with one or two usually on their sides during the night for reasons that any clear-thinking person should be able to deduce.

As far as Cathy was concerned….Todd had lied of course. "Once’ definitely had not been enough! Fact is, he managed to fuck us all at varying times during the night and in extremely varied positions. Despite facing the reality of zero stock-levels, he still managed to give us all a good time. Everyone did manage partial sleeping sessions.

I remember some time around 3 a.m. being roused by several fingers pushing their way into my pussy. Pretending to be asleep, I let him pull my panties down. I even kept my eyes closed as he began fondling my breasts and pulling my nipples gently. I’m sure he’d been doing much the same with the other three girls. It was after he began to suckle me (well I was lying right alongside him) that I could no longer keep up the charade. I just kissed him and whispered for him not to stop.

That was the first night I ever sucked a man off too. It just seemed so naughty doing it to him under the sheets not to mention having the other three sexy school-girls there. I guess we all woke up at different times and had hot little one on one sessions with Todd. Let’s not even mention the one on ones between us four girls.

So yeah, it was some sleepover…and under..and sideways!

 

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I’ve never met him but having exchanged so many emails with him now, I so want to. I can never thank him enough.

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Way Outside The Curriculum

Daddyz_Gurl on Group Stories

    To be honest, I have never written a sex-story before, its bad enough at my age that I even read them! If my dad found out, I’m more than sure he’d disown me. I could definitely forget the car he promised, for when I turn seventeen.

    Maybe on account of the fact I’d remained a virgin – probably the only one in my school’s tenth grade – that I’ve been having all these really hot flushes. It’s just been a matter of principle – I always wanted to believe I’d be a virginal bride - and well, so far at least, I’ve managed to stay on my feet, as it were.

   

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Until last night that is!

    You might have thought a girls’ sleep-over was safe enough? I sure did!

    I’ve known Cathy Carter since kindergarten. A really quiet and rather pretty little girl who looks way less than her sixteen years. Only three days older than me, we are both around five-foot three inches tall, though I’m blonde. Just thought I’d mention that, not that it makes any difference to anyone I realise.

    There were just the four of us there yesterday, the other two being Elise Sherman and Julie Cameron. Elise needing a manager, given the number of boys wanting to date her and Julie in dire need of a bodyguard, taking into account her track record for "luring away" other girls’ boyfriends.

    Anyway, the evening had been pretty normal. We had sent out for pizza early while Julie and Elise had each gotten a wine cask which given that none of us were what you might call power drinkers, was definitely asking for trouble I guess. We had been watching a couple of movies, one of which was Richard Gere’s Unfaithful. I don’t know if you are familiar with that film but it’s about Gere’s wife who gives-in to temptation and allows herself to be seduced by this artist-acquaintance she meets one day during a rainstorm.

    Some of the sex scenes in this movie are really graphic and there were times the four of us were kinda just looking at each other in embarrassment. Maybe it was something else? I know that during the sequence where Oliver Martinez takes Diane Lane from behind, in the public hallway of his apartment block, if I had been alone I would certainly have had a hand in my own panties watching it. Most girls would I’m thinking! (Most boys too.)

    The trouble started around eleven-thirty. Cathy was unsteady, even on her knees, and as she tried to fill Julie’s glass from the three-quarters empty cask, she slipped and dropping the thing, fell over onto some scatter-cushions. Everyone began giggling like crazy and I guess we must have been making a heap of noise because Cathy’s dad Todd, stuck his head around the door and said "C’mon quieten it down a bit girls."

    Todd I should add, is a really nice guy and having married very early, was still only in his mid thirties. Maths teacher at a neighboring High School, heaps of Cathy’s friends had often commented that he was a bit of a spunk-rat. They weren’t wrong!

    Looking at it from Todd’s viewpoint, I suppose seeing four sixteen-year old girls dressed only in skimpy nightdresses, acting all flirty and lounging around the floor in various girlish poses was a bit of a come-on but who would have thought anything would actually happen?

   "Ohh, sorry daddy," Cathy giggled, picking up the wine-cask. Her dad saw it.

   "Have you girls been drinking alcohol?" he asked…like there was anything now he could do about it.

   "It’s my fault Mr Carter," mumbled Elise, looking up at him from where she lay prostrate across a few piled-up cushions. "Cathy didn’t know I was bringing any." She looked up at him really cheeky!

   "You want to spank me?" she smiled up at him, before deliberately getting on her hands and knees and proffering her hot little ass in his direction.

   "Elise!!!" said Julie, "Don’t be such a tease."

   Just for a moment, I saw Todd’s expression as he looked down at Elise. You could see the outline of her cotton panties through the thin material as she knelt there. He wasn’t sure just how to handle this.

   "That might not be the most sensible of offers young lady," he replied after a few seconds. "You never know what might happen."

   "You’re all talk Mr Carter," she said, teasing him unmercifully by wiggling her bottom provocatively no more than a couple of feet from where he stood just inside the doorway.

    Faced with this ultimatum, he just leaned forward and gave her a light smack. The rest of us were watching pretty much amazed.

   "Like that really hurts!" Elise taunted him, if anything increasing acutely the angle of her hot little ass.

   "So you want to play huh?" Todd said to her, following which, he delivered what must have been a pretty stinging blow to Elise’s rear end.

    This time she let out an "ouch" but incredibly, made no attempt to either move, or cover herself. Todd delivered a third smack and Julie’s eyes I could see, were the size of saucers.

   "C’mon dad," Cathy cried out…."That’s enough – you shouldn’t be doing that."

  "Yeah?" he responded. "And just who was it then offered herself for punishment?" Seeing as Elise still hadn’t moved, he gave her another one to be going on with.

    I have to be honest, it was just soooo hot seeing my friend getting spanked like that…I couldn’t help but imagine my own dad paddling my butt in front of the other three girls. More than anything I wanted to masturbate at that second but restrained the urge obviously. Looking across at Julie I’m sure she was having similar thoughts.

    Despite his daughter’s protestations, Todd’s open hand was descending now on to Elise’s rear cheeks pretty hard. Crying out with each spank she was still making not the slightest attempt to escape her fate. I could see Todd was becoming quite aroused by the circumstances and Cathy herself seemed resigned to her role as voyeur-come-lately.

   "That’s enough Mr Carter," cried out Elise, finally covering her bottom with her hands.

   "Just a couple more I think," said Cathy’s dad and before anyone could react, he just slipped both hands up beneath Elise’s nightdress, took a hold of her panties and tugged them down almost to her knees, completely exposing her rear end which by now was almost glowing. From where I was kneeling even, I could see my friend’s pussy and I just gasped. I wasn’t the only one.

    Elise cried out "Noooo Mr Carter….not my panties….please," while Cathy simply put a hand to her mouth and cried "Dad!!!!" Julie however, seemed to be enjoying the whole thing. I could be wrong, but it looked to me like she had a hand between her legs doing something that was rather naughty. You have to remember that we were all highly affected by alcohol at this stage. More than likely now I think of it, Todd was taking advantage of that very fact.

   "Damn it Elise," Todd was saying, having spanked her hard a couple more times, "You are such a sexy little girl." He stayed his hand and pulling her around somewhat, actually leaned forward and kissed her hard on the lips. Expecting she would either tell him to "F" off, or at the very least, slap him across the face, none of us could believe it when she returned his kiss.…not even bothering to pull her panties back up and believe me, nothing was left to the imagination.

   "Oh my God dad," said Cathy, "Are you crazy….she’s only sixteen. What if mom comes in?"

    Todd broke off from kissing Elise, allowing her to remember her panties which she started pulling up, though none too quickly I have to say.

   "Your mom’s gone over to her sister Cath, she won’t be back until the morning sometime." We have the whole night to ourselves. I could swear both Julie and Elise smiled at each other. Certainly a look of some sort passed between them. Todd glanced at Julie as she sat there hunched up on the rug, emptying the dregs of her glass.

   "Any wine left girls?" Todd enquired. Elise half crawled across the floor to where Cathy had dropped the cask. There was enough for one re-fill which she handed to Todd. "Here y’a Mr Carter," she slurred, acting fully coquettishly and giving him an eyeful down the front of her nightdress as she leaned towards him.

    The temptation must have been too much for him, because Cathy’s dad just put his hand down Elise’s top and fondled her there a couple of times. She let out a gasp of surprise as Julie teased him further, parting her legs visibly and letting him see exactly what her right hand was doing.

   Even Cathy was rendered speechless, not sure whether to watch her friend getting molested by her father or Julia as she took the initiative with her own plans for self-fulfilment. Incredibly, Cathy’s hand sought out her own little hot-house and uncaring now in the presence of her father, she spread her own legs and began rubbing the outside of her panties.

   Blushing as I know I was, I just couldn’t help it, and slipping my hand inside my own knickers I began fingering myself. I wanted Todd to see me doing it although I don’t think any of us were thinking what danger we were creating for ourselves. I think we were past caring.

    Right then however, all Todd was thinking about I guess was Elise’s breasts. Bra-less as she was (we all were) he had both her quite small boobs free of her top and was now pulling her nipples while he kissed her. All three of us could hear her moaning a little. Elise was getting soo hot, she too began rubbing herself with her free hand.

    Todd, we could all see had one unsightly bulge in his trousers and it was Julie who made the suggestion. "Why not take your pants off Mr Carter? I’m sure you’d feel better!"

    He had Elise laying back now on the cushions and seeing her like that, legs apart, panties completely exposed in front of his face, as she slipped her hand inside, two fingers at least in her pussy, just made the rest of us lose all our inhibitions.

   "Strip her Todd," said Julie, having some trouble breathing as she masturbated like crazy. She was beginning to rub her own breasts now with her spare hand. From what I could see of Cathy, she was hunched up against the far lounge…..legs wide apart, giving her father an unobstructed view of both her panties and her hands inside them.

    Todd appeared more taken-up with Elise’s immediate fate though and took less than twenty seconds to pull her panties completely down and her nightdress off. She gasped as she was forced to lie back against the cushions fully naked now. We could all see her neatly trimmed little pussy..and her fingers as they slipped deep inside herself. She must have been soo hot!.

    "Fuck her Mr Carter," Julie muttered, obviously aroused by her friend’s submissive position. "She wants it!"

    I don’t think she was too far wrong there either. Pulling out his erection and although hardly an expert on such things at that moment…he looked pretty big to me, he forced Elise’s legs as wide as he could and just pushed straight into her. I knew she wasn’t a virgin but it still looked sooo hot – a girl her age being fucked by a man old enough to be her dad.

    Cathy, Julie and I were all making un-enforced sounds of pleasure as we got ourselves close to orgasm. Elise though was completely losing it, crying out for Todd to "go deeper." He did as she asked though and just as his daughter came the far side of the room (believe me, you couldn’t miss it!) he got to the finishing line and began shooting up far inside Elise’s vaginal repository.

    Julie also brought herself off and desperate as I was….I didn’t want to sit there being the only one masturbating – that would have been embarrassing for me. So I kinda slipped my fingers out and tugged my nightdress back down. Between my legs felt like it was on fire…I don’t think I had been more than ten seconds short of finishing.

    Elise was just lying there moaning and clutching at her pussy. Her breasts and the ends of her hair were damp from the exertion. Her nipples still so erect, I could hardly believe it. Some of Todd’s cum was running out of her now and down the inside of her thighs. God, it was so sexy!

    "My turn." I heard Julie saying and I sat there dumbfounded as she pulled her nightdress over her head, crawling in just her panties, to where Todd was sitting back on his haunches getting his breath back. He just looked at her, his eyes taking in her entire body - from her swaying breasts to her firm and well-rounded little bottom, outlined as it was through the tight cotton material. As she reached the spot where Todd was half-kneeling, she turned around and deliberately wiggled her rear-end in his face.

    He didn’t need any other provocation, simply peeling her panties off and getting up behind her. She arched her butt higher, spreading her legs a little. Even from where I was sitting I could see how wet her pussy was. My own was in no drier a condition. I watched fascinated as he took her in that position. Cathy directly opposite them, would have had an uninterrupted view of her friend’s naked breasts as her father fucked her, kneeling there on all fours.

    Like Elise, Julie was no virgin, but this did not reduce the arousal factor from my viewpoint. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her naked bottom and the sight of Todd’s cock sinking so far into her with each thrust. How much did I want to know what that really felt like?

    Julie is not a shy girl let’s say, and the noises she was making left no doubt in anyone’s mind that what was happening to her was extremely pleasurable. She wasn’t exactly unclear in what she wanted Todd to do to her either! What absolutely stunned me though was hearing Cathy – his own daughter – telling him to fuck her harder. This was a sleepover not likely to be forgotten in a hurry!

    I think he and Julie came at pretty much the same time. Todd was grunting as he creamed her inside while Julie was just kneeling there, shaking and crying out as the orgasm hit her. Like Elise, she just clutched at her pussy between her legs then collapsed on the floor before the two girls began hugging each other for comfort. That made me even hotter I am ashamed to say!

   "Well Debbie?" I heard Cathy calling out to me. "It’s your turn."

   "Yeah right Cath," I called across to her. "Like I’m going to just do it…like that?"

   "Oh sorry, I forgot," she giggled. "Good little Catholic girl staying a virgin till she gets married! You’re just a scaredy cat Debbie."

   "I am not," I retorted, "If you want it so much Cath…do it with your dad yourself."

    That caused some fallout. I noticed the look which flashed across Todd’s face momentarily. "If only," I could see him thinking. Cathy actually blushed and was totally shocked at the suggestion.

   "That’s a disgusting thing to say Debbie," she mumbled.

   "Why?" I said. "Melissa Clarke in our grade is always telling us what her father does to her some nights."

   "What? and you believe her Deb?" Cathy replied. "Mel’s a total liar, she’d say anything to get someone’s attention."

   "Actually Cath," Elise interrupted. "Bronwyn reckons she was there one night and saw her dad doing stuff to her."

    Cathy was unimpressed. "Whatever...I’m not doing it with my dad – that’s incest and it’s wrong!" Todd I noticed was looking across at her and unless I’m mistaken, he was looking majorly disappointed. He came over then and sat alongside me.

   "Come on Debbie," he said, "Are you really a virgin?" I nodded.

    He then put an arm around me and kissed me. I was so shocked..I didn’t know what to do. Being kissed by an older man was both a little humiliating as well as somewhat arousing. I knew I shouldn’t let him do that but part of me so wanted it. I began to tremble and at the point he cupped my breast through the nightdress with his right hand, I pushed his hand away. He wasn’t to be put off easily though and kissing me harder, I was finding it more and more difficult to resist him. Again he cupped my breasts and gently squeezing me there I felt several hot flushes coursing through me. I could feel my nipples becoming erect and glancing down, was shocked to notice that you could clearly see that fact through the thin material. So too could I feel the effect this was having between my legs, I kept them pressed tightly together, not the direction they were necessarily intent on remaining..

    At the point he began kissing my neck a little beneath my ears, I was getting really aroused and restless. When he slipped a hand down my top once more and actually began fondling my breasts – rather than pull his hand out, I just allowed him to kiss me more passionately and I heard myself moan softly. I just couldn’t stop it. Feeling his hands on my breasts and his hot breath against my neck, I allowed myself to be eased downwards on the cushions until I was almost on my back. I could hear the other three girls whispering words of encouragement to Todd but I couldn’t tell you what they were actually saying.

    Half of me wanted this…the other half desperate to stop it in its tracks.

  "Just relax Debbie," Todd was saying to me.

    How much more relaxed can a girl get than letting a man more than twice her age kiss her while he navigates his way around her breasts following all four points of the compass?

    I was aware of Julie and Elise having settled themselves either side of me. Elise actually took a hold of my hand – for girlish support I imagine. I knew in my heart though all three of them wanted to see me get fucked more than anything.

    To my sudden horror I felt my nightdress being pushed up and my panties being tugged down. Figuring to berate Todd for his taking such undignified liberties...I was stunned to see Julie no less, looking up at me as she tugged my skimpy little pair of briefs lower.

   "Let yourself go Debbie," she was whispering. I couldn’t believe my entire vaginal area was now on full view – not just to my friends but to a thirty-five year old man whose own teenage daughter was sitting not three metres away.

   "Undress her completely," I heard Cathy contribute, proppedup against the lounge and once again behaving in the most unlady-like fashion so far as her restless little fingers were concerned.

    I must have been way past the point of no return, putting up little resistance aside from a half-hearted "Nooooooo" as Todd pulled my nightdress up over my head. I mean..how seriously can you take a girl’s pleas when she’s freely raising her own arms to facilitate the garment’s removal

    It was done, I was naked. Naked in front of my girlfriends but more importantly, naked in front of my best friend’s spunky father, and at a time his own erection was poised but a matter of inches from my virginal little slit. Ok well yeah, I admit not wholly virginal perhaps….multiple fingers and a few other unmentionable articles having found their way in to the ante-chamber in months previous.

   I discovered how sexy it was being nude and just what power my youthful body actually wielded. I could see it in Todd’s eyes. As I lay there almost provocatively in the resigned acceptance of my fate, I began to wriggle slightly, the movement of my breasts attracting his eyes (and hands) I closed my eyes for a moment concentrating on the contact of his fingers with my erect nipples. As he began kneading them between thumb and forefinger, I heard someone gasp. It was a moment or two before I realised it was me.

   I knew my three friends were pleasuring themselves and as I felt Todd raising my legs directly under each knee, before spreading them to their limit, I wanted his eyes on my pussy, his hands on my breasts. What I could never have expected was that first lick. Jolted back to reality as his tongue forced its way between my very wet lower lips, I couldn’t believe the thrill of such intimate contact. I gasped loudly while at the same time making sure my legs didn’t decrease the angle of opportunity by so much as one degree.

   "Ohhhhh Todd," I seem to remember muttering, but by then his tongue had set up a vibratory motion on my clitoral hood. I was lost for all time. Aside from the occasional "Uhhh," "Ohhh," "God!" and "yeah…right there," I don’t think I was contributing much to the conversation. I recall momentary flashes when I was wishing it could have been my own dad there between my legs, but I just put that down to "irrational pleasured derangement" resulting from the attendant sexual pleasures being handed me.

   The introduction of his erection into my snug little cave sobered me up. I was about to be fucked..no other way of describing it. Tomorrow I would no longer be a virgin. Incredibly I felt a few tears coming to the surface. My body was in control now however, not my powers of deductive reasoning. The feeling of those first few moments of penetration were for me, at the opposing ends of the experiential spectrum.

   On the one hand, unutterable pleasure at the physical friction being set-up between my legs and on the other, great trepidation at what ultimately must follow, as my innocence prepared to leave me. In the passing of but milli-seconds I remember a kaleidoscope of pictures. Mom dressing me for my first day at kindergarten. Sitting on dad’s knee as a little girl at Christmas looking at the tree and all the presents piled up there. My first swimming lesson. Staying over with Cathy when she and I were no more than seven or eight. The day mom took me shopping for my first bra when I was twelve. That yucky first period. Roger Murdock – the dork next door, who gave me my first kiss when I was thirteen.

   I would probably have cried my eyes out had Todd not reached my hymen at that exact moment.

   Whoa! sexual pleasure right out the window…Hello pain! Was I ever thinking clearly now!

   "It’s Ok sweetheart," Todd was whispering to me….."You’ll hardly feel a thing,"

    For all those male readers out there who figure taking a girl’s cherry is just "routine therapy,"…..some momentary discomfort on the way to instant bliss, let’s just back up here for a minute!

    Imagine if you will, someone taking a large metal pipe…marginally wider than your mouth and inserting it there with but little delicacy. Then forcibly pushing it down until it reaches your tonsils. While you gag on the agony, they whisper to you "You’re really gonna love this sweetheart" and then shove it right down, your throat, performing an enforced tonsillectomy on the way.

    Hymens do not come with a perforated edge. Pushing through them is not only gross…its extremely painful. The blood isn’t a special effect from Industrial Light and Magic, its there because you just tore a large flap of skin clean off the girl’s inner vaginal wall. If men had to go through this…there would be fifty times as many virgins in the world at any one time.

    One thing though is true I have to admit. Such is the sensation of a man’s erect penis suddenly deep inside, fucking you to the edge of sanity and beyond……you do tend to lose sight of the pain that was pervading your entire body just seconds earlier. Even though I know I bled quite a bit….with Todd just thrusting as deep inside me as he could, his hands and lips playing with my breasts as he fucked me and knowing that my friends were watching me actually lose my virginity, I slid into a world of fully-aroused femininity I just couldn’t believe. I would have let any other man there fuck me until I passed out. Actually I came very close to it.

    Incredible too the urge to kiss and be kissed. I wanted only to please my partner and to put my body at his complete disposal. I think only a girl can understand that feeling.

    I was aware of Elise crying out as she made herself come, followed by Julie’s two-handed performance between her own legs. Todd I guess had way less sperm to give me at that point, but such was the feeling as he came inside me I could not prevent my own hands from fulfilling my own orgasmic needs.

    I felt how damp and sticky I was all over and I stared down between my legs as some of Todd’s surplus cum leaked out of my pussy. I caught a little on my fingers and raising it to my mouth tasted it. Whilst rather less tasty than a piece of lemon meringue pie, it wasn’t too bad. I could probably get to like it.

    To say I was ready to do it all again would be an understatement.

   Half sitting up, I could see Todd now moving across to his daughter who was lying semi-slumped against the lounge. Quite obviously she had reached her own terminal velocity! I couldn’t hear what he said to her but we all heard Cathy’s evidently shocked response.

    "No way dad!!!"

     There was a resolution to the problem at hand but its going to hafta wait till later.

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