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Harper Valley Homecoming
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)

***

Not a Harper Valley 'gathering' as such, but rather a 
sequel to the earlier "Harper Valley: Distant 
Princess." When a young girl travels ten thousand miles 
to re-visit the "scene of the crime" as it were, she 
must have enjoyed something. (MMf, ped, mast, orgy)

***

During a European stopover in Britain last year, Jenna 
had accompanied me to the south west of England where 
we met a rather lovely young lady - Sally Young, who 
like Jenna was then barely sixteen, and who I had come 
to know through the wonders of Internet communication. 
The three of us shared a uniquely wonderful night that 
was adequately covered in the body of "Distant 
Princess." The enforced "goodbyes" had not been without 
some emotional expenditure on the girls' part and in 
fact they did keep in touch - well, we all did to be 
honest - on our return to Australia. 

When the Harper Valley period came to its abrupt end, 
communications between Jenna and Sally tapered off 
gradually, whereas she and I began to exchange emails 
on an increasingly regular basis. Whether she harbored 
the same feelings as did I, I couldn't say - bearing in 
mind the near forty-year age gap - let's get real... 
such would have to be wishful thinking on my part. 

Not that my interest ever flagged you understand but 
Sally ensured a continuity in that direction by plying 
me with updated digital photos of herself that although 
tasteful in the extreme, brought with them a tease-
factor bordering on cruelty. Tight little bras that 
suggested rather than exposed, skirts so brief, they 
might have doubled as hotpants and swim-wear likely to 
be banned on any family beach. What she could do with a 
pair of undies, a tie and just a smile, was no-one's 
business! I had no shortage of desktop 'wallpaper' 
let's say! 

It had reached the stage that I was seriously thinking 
of reasons to return to Salisbury, after all I have 
always wanted to write a book about Stonehenge.

"If I came to Sydney, might you be able to put me up?" 
read the last line of the email in question? I called 
Jenna downstairs.

"Does that say what I think it says?" I asked her

"Yes," she giggled, "Is she really coming over?"

"Your guess is as good as mine Jen," I answered.

Well in the next five weeks or so not only did Sally 
confirm her itinerary, she emailed me just about every 
third day and made mention of the fact she would be 
able to stay for a fortnight. Talk about forward 
planning!

During those last two weeks before her departure, our 
emails took on a wholly new aspect. Far from skirting 
the sexual angle, Sally openly confessed that not only 
did she know I would be more than likely wanting to 
sleep with her, but that she also looked forward to 
such an eventuality - and not just with me either. I 
didn't pass on this fact to Jenna - I figured she was 
not on a need-to-know basis... as yet!

It came then, upon an abnormally hot day early 
November, that I found myself pulling-in to the only 
free parking space I could find in some ten acres or so 
of car-park at Sydney's sprawling International 
Airport. With the increased terrorist security, it took 
her longer than usual to clear customs and find her way 
to the cavernous arrivals hall. I had been wondering 
meanwhile whether they had checked her hand-luggage and 
found any of those lethal bikini panties and strapless 
bras - both of which I would rate a substantial health 
risk over and above anything that an Al-Queda operative 
might pose.

Amazing the difference a year makes. Even more 
beautiful if possible, Sally at seventeen was now a 
young woman of poise and presence, no longer that shy 
little schoolgirl I hugged and molested so delightfully 
at the Milford Hall Hotel the previous year. At the 
point she saw me and ran down the ramp, tossing her 
arms around my neck, all I could ponder was "Vive la 
difference." 

"Is it always this hot here?" she giggled, her Brit 
accent standing out like a beacon in the Aussified 
crowd. 

"Only when someone like you steps off the plane 
sweetheart," I told her truthfully. 

Dressed most attractively in just a simple skirt and 
top, the body beneath was evidently anything but 
simple. I had to discipline my mind and hands, as both 
were gearing up for some seriously inappropriate 
behavior long before we had even exited the main 
terminal building. Sally hugged my arm, fully aware I'm 
sure, of the effect she was having on me. All 
temptation aside though, it was a thrill and a half 
just having her here.

"I'm soo looking forward to seeing Jenna and the other 
girls,' she gushed, as I opened the car door for her.

"Seeing them where??? - In bed?" I hoped she was 
meaning. 

Recovering my composure somewhat, I just told her the 
feeling was mutual and that they were all at home 
waiting to meet her.

Ahead of anything, she wanted to see Bondi Beach first, 
so exiting the M2 freeway we headed off to the eastern 
coastal suburbs, where like so many overseas travellers 
before her (myself included) she was visibly 
disappointed at the limited panorama on offer. Miami, 
it ain't! I hastily explained that pretty much any 
beach north of the Harbor was a step-up from Bondi, 
promising to show them to her in the coming days.

Trying to ensure one stays in the correct lane when 
negotiating a motorway at 120 plus, is no mean feat 
when you can see at least four inches down a seventeen 
year old girl's cleavage and the hemline of her 
gathered skirt is beginning to reveal a hint of cerise 
colored knickers. She knew exactly what she was doing 
to me! 

Our home, being no more than four minutes from the exit 
ramp of the Hills freeway, we were pulling into the 
driveway less than forty minutes later. Jenna came 
skipping out before I even killed the motor. Dressed as 
she was rather smartly in a two-piece outfit, Sally's 
first comment was "Wow, you look great Jen, a little 
older too."

"So do you," she giggled and then they were hugging 
each other, some interestingly curvy body parts, by 
necessity in sudden close proximity. God-dammit, how 
sexy young girls are when they're together!

Kylie wandered out minutes later but introductions were 
not necessary as Sal broke off chatting to Jenna to 
address her with "You must be Kylie right?" They too 
hugged briefly.

"Gosh you can tell you two are sisters," she grinned.

I could see I wouldn't be getting a word in edgeways 
for the next hour or so and thus retrieving Sally's 
luggage from the trunk, I headed indoors, dumping her 
stuff upstairs in the spare room that I figured they 
would get round to taking her to shortly. Seriously 
small and only sparsely furnished with little more than 
a bed and 'robe, it would nevertheless suffice for the 
two weeks she was here. 

Natalie swung her car onto the grass strip alongside 
the driveway just moments later and from the den 
windows I could see them dragging Sally outside to meet 
her too. I figured it could be a while before I was 
needed on deck so I used the time to catch up on some 
client-work that was pressing.

Couldn't help but wonder whether or not Jenna had ever 
gone into detail with either of her sisters as to what 
actually had taken place between the three of us that 
night in Salisbury. My guess was that she hadn't. 
Foremost in my mind now though, was what opportunities 
might present themselves in the coming days. That of 
course was pretty much up to Sal.

Rather than regale the reader with details of the 
afternoon's sight-seeing, perhaps I should cut direct 
to the post-supper activities. 

Well, to begin with it was all pretty low-key. Having 
cleared away the dishes, we just sat around and talked 
for a bit. Sally was understandably jet-lagged and 
being a sultry night, we all turned in early. My three 
took themselves off to their bedrooms giggling as 
always.

My room being equidistant between Sally's bedroom and 
the bathroom meant that she had to pass my door on the 
way back from the shower. Why then she chose to do 
that, wrapped in a towel that revealed considerably 
more than it concealed, is open to conjecture. Not that 
I was complaining.

"Goodnight Noel," she whispered in passing.

"Want me to tuck you in sweetheart?" 

"Oh, If you like," she teased.

Closing her door, I watched as she stood by the bed 
undoing the clasps, allowing her beautiful hair to fall 
across her shoulders. With her arms up like that, the 
towel barely covered her upper thighs and with both 
breasts so clearly delineated, I was feeling abnormally 
healthy. As she picked up her bra and panties from the 
bed-cover I turned to leave.

"You don't have to go," was all she said. It wasn't all 
she did though. 

As I watched, pretty much bereft of speech you can 
understand, she allowed the towel to fall to the 
ground, standing before me completely naked. Then in as 
arousing a performance as might be expected from Gypsy 
Rose Lee herself, she wriggled sexily into those tight 
little panties just as slowly as she could. Watching 
that enticing little triangle of hair between her legs 
gradually disappear, really did things for me. Standing 
there topless now, her wonderfully hot breasts jutting 
out proud and free, she retrieved her matching blue bra 
and then took her good time hooking the damn thing up.

Conversation really wasn't called for.

"I didn't drag her by the hair over to the bed grunting 
insanely, but I did murmur something to the effect that 
there is a limit to a man's resolve, however strong - 
and that mine had just crumbled. I wasn't too gentle 
how I got those panties off again either. Judging by 
the degree her legs were quickly spread however, I 
don't think she held that against me. 

Looking for a little payback in return for having been 
seduced in my own house, I just knelt there nuzzling 
her pussy momentarily as she squirmed with 
anticipation. Inserting my index finger deep inside 
those warm and moist folds, which besides being great 
on the visuals, kick-started some serious moans from 
that sexy little mouth - I slipped the other hand 
beneath her right bra cup and commenced on a course of 
nipple therapy. After a few moments I moved on to her 
other breast. So aroused was she getting, she pulled 
her own bra straps down her shoulders and wriggled free 
of both cups. I knew exactly what was called for at 
this juncture.

As I leaned across her body, gently taking one nipple 
into my mouth sucking deeply, my fingers now worked her 
clitoral hood as back-up. Sal was over the edge... 
sixty floors up and clinging to the ledge with one 
finger. "Don't tease me," she all but pleaded, 
wriggling her hips in near desperation. 

"What was that?" I teased, "Is there something else I 
can do for you then?'

"Pleaaase," she whimpered.

I couldn't take any more either. Freed of its spun-
cotton incarceration, my erection had the simplest of 
game-plans. As hard and as deep as the drill-shaft 
would allow. That translated to several minutes of 
uninhibited penetrative anarchy. From a mathematical 
viewpoint, either side of the equation contained a 
string of unknown integers. All I can say is, that 
solving the equation was the height of passionate 
expression. I wanted to possess her - she needed to be 
possessed. Fulfilling as my ultimate release was, 
Sally's orgasm transported her to somewhere I'm sure 
she had never been. 

Right then I just wanted to hold her and kiss her. 
Neither of us dressed or even moved apart from our 
conjoined state. I remained inside her even as we lay 
side by side, while I simply watched the young girl's 
biorhythmic programming, stabilise itself. I was still 
stroking the hair out of her eyes as she fell asleep.

Back in my own room an hour later, I was reminded of 
Oliver Hardy's classic line, "Another fine mess you've 
got us into Stan."

Day two was spent cruising the northern beaches which 
being by necessity, accompanied by four young girls in 
spray-on bikinis is, I assure you, a most pleasant way 
of spending a day. 

Natalie and Chris cooked for us all that evening but 
despite my "good intentions" to enact a re-run of the 
previous night's bedroom mazurka with our curvy little 
guest - I didn't get the chance. From 7.30 pm to way 
past midnight Sally was in each of their bedrooms in 
turn, either talking girl-stuff or (and I have valid 
reasons for thinking this) not talking at all by virtue 
of other shared indulgencies. I saw nothing - but I 
heard more than enough to suggest she and Jenna at 
least, were re-visiting some happy memories.

Come breakfast, I entered Sally's room to enquire what 
she'd like to eat. One wholly empty room could only 
mean one thing. Creeping then into Jenna's room - I was 
prepared to find two totally exhausted young girls 
flaked out for the duration. What I wasn't expecting to 
find is... nothing - not even Jenna!

The sight that met my eyes in Kylie's bedroom will stay 
with me until they bury me. Probably way after that 
even!

The three of them were squeezed into (or rather, on top 
of) that single bed, all were sound asleep - in just 
their panties. Sally was between the other two, her 
head on Jenna's shoulder, her body spooned neatly into 
Kylie's. Sally's right hand was still inside Jenna's 
panties while Kylie's was draped around Sal's torso 
gently holding her breasts, while her own rose and fell 
softly in sync to her gentle breathing. All their hair 
was splayed about the pillows and if anyone reckons 
they have seen a sexier or more alluring sight - then 
truly, they are having themselves on. Kylie's little 
bottom alone - so clearly outlined through her thin 
cotton panties was as arousing as it was beautiful to 
behold. For a moment I was reminded of that wonderful 
night in 2003 when first I slipped those hot little 
knickers of hers down.

Quite clearly, the three of them had shared some inter-
girl magic during the night and for that I was more 
than happy. Given our post-Harper celibacy we could 
never again as a family, re-create those halcyon days, 
so in a sense, whatever went on in that bedroom with 
the three of them, was simply their own private little 
Shangrila. I backed out silently and returning 
downstairs - cooked my own breakfast, Chris and Natalie 
having already gone to work.

Rather than relay the touristy side of Sally's stay 
with us - and let's be honest, I fully doubt that's 
what you all came to this archive for, I might gloss 
over the low-key domesticity and get straight to the 
semantics. 

A couple of nights later then, whilst shall we say, 
testing-out my depth-sounding equipment at some ungodly 
hour, Sally casually let slip between groans of 
pleasure, how turned-on she had been, reading about the 
girls' early experiences at Harper Valley and that part 
of her had wished more than anything, to have 
experienced what it would be like with multiple older 
male partners. For my part, I confessed how erotic an 
experience for me it had been simply witnessing such 
transgressions with my own daughters, not to mention 
the inevitable participation factor.

"Do they still hold them?" she asked suddenly from way 
left field.

"What? The parties you mean?" I replied, hoping to hell 
she wasn't thinking what I figured she must be 
thinking.

"Yes," she whispered, all tease now... then ramming 
home her advantage, "Wouldn't you like to take me?"

Swiftly withdrawing my own 'advantage,' I just stared 
at her.

"Well to be honest my little English rose," I told her, 
"nothing would have given me greater pleasure, but a 
pledge is a pledge and all of us have agreed 
unilaterally not to ever go there again... I'm sorry 
sweetie."

Pouting like Cleopatra on a good day, she fell back on 
the old 'How-could-you-hurt-me-like-this' attitude.

"You couldn't even take me just on my own?" she half-
pleaded. 

God, what images that little possibility caused 
suddenly to flare-up in my subconscious. I almost 
cracked!

"Not one, not all - that was the deal Sally," I 
answered her, "I can't go back on that... won't go back 
on it!"

I think she was still radiating discontent twenty 
minutes later, as she finally drifted off to sleep in 
my arms.

It was that same night, something awakened me hours 
later - uncontrolled lust I suspect.

Maybe I didn't have to attend another 'party' as such? 
How hard would it be to get a few of the guys together 
at someone's place, simply for a one-off evening of 
social interaction - a sort of, "Let's show the Brit 
guest a good time" type soiree?

I called Jer the next evening and explained my 
predicament... or rather, Sally's predicament! 

"Are you kidding?" he almost choked the other end. 
"Give me ten minutes mate, I reckon I can get twenty 
guys on site before the next commercial-break."

"Calm down Jer," I said, "Just want to organise a nice 
gentle but 'instructive' evening for her. I don't think 
she wants to be in intensive care for the rest of her 
stay here. She's still very young - Jenna's age 
actually, and take it from me Jer... she's no slut, 
just a hot little teenager with hot little hormones, 
OK?"

"Yeah Noel, sure, I understand," he replied in that 
fake appeasing tone of his that so pisses me off 
sometimes. If this all went through, I was really gonna 
have to watch out for her, I could tell.

"So, what? You'll let me know if she's interested?" he 
added.

"That I will Jer," I told him. "Call you tomorrow."

"Interested" she certainly was, but understandably, the 
concept of being the only girl in a veritable sea of 
masculinity was a little daunting, the 'security-in-
numbers' in having other females of her own age on 
site, patently lacking.

"It frightens me a little," she admitted, "Going to a 
party was kinda neat, but just on my own?... hmmm, not 
so sure about that."

"Well sweetheart," I offered, "It's entirely up to you. 
It's this or nothing but hey, I can fully understand 
your concern Sally. Not even sure I'd want to put in an 
appearance myself with only half a dozen women around."

At least that got her smiling.

"You would be with me the whole time, wouldn't you?" 
she asked softly.

"The whole time Sal - I wouldn't let anything happen to 
you, I promise. Any time you want to go home, we leave 
on the spot OK?"

**

When I called Jer back later and told him we had a 
green light, I think he just about came over the key-
pad.

"Oh really? Well that's great Noel," he spluttered, 
trying to maintain control I imagine. "The weekend OK?"

I told him Saturday afternoon was fine and that she 
didn't want any more than six other men there. She 
hadn't actually thus specified, but knowing Jerry, I 
figured I'd better have some sort of circuit-breaker in 
place.

Took a quantity of verbal deception on my part to 
screen this clandestine operation from the three girls. 
Although it wasn't a Harper Valley get-together as 
such, had they known about it, not only would my 
credibility be shot for all time, all three would have 
been angling for an invite! What am I saying? they 
would have been dolled up to the nines and the three of 
them squeezed into the back seat ready to rock... maybe 
I'm taking the conservative option with those first two 
letters!

"I'm soo nervous," Sal whispered as we pulled into 
Jerry's driveway. So was I, if the truth be known... 
nervous that I might have a stroke before we even got 
inside. You should have seen her!

Tight little black dress that was more of a sheath. 
Partially split up the side and showing enough teenage 
leg to bring-on early Alzheimers. So low-cut was the 
top she had only to cough and her nipples would most 
likely have put in an appearance. You can only get away 
with this sort of tease with fairly small and 
ultimately firm teenage breasts. She most certainly had 
both. Clinging to her hips, every curve that 
wonderfully hot little body possessed, was highlighted 
for one's viewing pleasure. God knows what she had on 
underneath!

Then there was the remaining exterior presentation. 
Washed and teased-up honey-blonde hair falling across 
her beautifully shaped shoulders. Not too much make-up 
but enough to interest the young, the old and probably, 
the infirmed. Very light application of mascara and 
lip-gloss that demanded to be kissed off. at the first 
opportunity. She was a total dream. 

I was sorely tempted to cancel the evening and check 
her in to the nearest motel.

"This is Sally, Jer," I said, upon his opening the 
door.

His system fully shut-down momentarily, he just stared. 
"Ohh Jesus Christ ... I m-m-mean please excuse me, you 
are just so beautiful Sally."

By necessity incurring third-degree blushes, she took 
his hand and shook it. I think Jer would still be 
standing in the doorway there, had not I shepherded 
Sally around him and headed for the lounge-room. 

The entire scenario was then replayed as seven pairs of 
eyes focused on what was on my arm. Helen of Troy might 
have been instrumental in launching a thousand ships 
but I can tell you right now, the vision that walked 
through that doorway most definitely launched seven 
erections - eight, including my own. Another nine 
hundred and ninety-two would have been no problem! 

At this point, Jer relieved me of my young partner and 
she was introduced in turn to Warwick, Brad, Connor, 
Steve, Graham and a sixth guy I had never met whose 
name was Dennis so I discovered. All managed to behave 
themselves, though Brad I could see, was visibly high-
strung by her presence. I couldn't blame him in all 
honesty.

Even deducing that she was obviously there to 
participate in matters of a sexual nature and her 
knowing that they knew that... no-one was prepared to 
make a first move as such. I think it was more a 
question of nobody wanting to appear crass or 
insensitive in any way. I was wishing George was on 
hand - he would have been the perfect intermediary for 
her.

To begin with, I had her sit with me - somewhat neutral 
territory - on the far lounge. The men drew their 
chairs up, Brad and Warwick electing to stand instead 
with their drinks in hand. In hindsight, I would have 
to say it was probably the drinks - or in Sally's case, 
the bourbon and coke - that ultimately got things 
moving.

Alcohol is a great leveller of playing fields and by 
her second refill, she was definitely getting 
'level'... giggling a lot and acting well, just plain 
'flirty' I guess. Talk about preaching to the 
converted.

Connor was the first to score a home-run. Patting his 
lap, he asked if she would like to sit on his knee. 
Glancing at me first, I just smiled and whispered, "Go 
on sweetheart, you'll be fine." She thus accepted his 
dubiously motivated offer. Watching her plant her hot 
little rear, down on his lap and the consequent 
northwards creep of her hem-line... not to mention that 
which the dress' split was obviating, carried a 
significant arousal-factor that all present could not 
fail to experience. 

Like moths to a flame, the group clustered around the 
chair, hoping if nothing else, to better their view 
down the teenager's dress. At the point Connor started 
kissing her, the court was definitely in session!

Kissing always begets more kissing. In Connor's case it 
begat a whole lot more. Now admittedly he was both the 
youngest and arguably, the best looking guy there, so 
Sally's "starting" with him was fully understandable. 
What I hadn't expected was my own reaction. I freely 
admit it - I was jealous as all Hell and was more than 
ready to grab her arm and take her back home before 
they got any further. Had she been my own daughter I 
could have been no more protectively inclined. 

Forced to stifle such reaction however, I just smiled 
at her and let the script unfold however it had been 
written. 

Their kissing had reached the passionate stage and at 
the point Connor's hand began cupping and lightly 
squeezing her breasts, we had ourselves a ball-game. 
Pausing a few times to glance back at me, she was 
obviously enjoying the attention - and the groping, 
which by now was causing the other six to shuffle about 
in an agony of expectant participation.

Warwick and Brad began to take matters into their own 
hands as it were. While Brad began to slide his hand 
down beneath her top, quite obviously groping the 
contents of her right bra-cup - that which Connor was 
not busying himself with, Warwick had knelt down beside 
the chair and began slipping his hand up inside Sal's 
tight little dress, forcing as he did so, the hemline 
even higher. She gave a couple of shocked "Nooos" but a 
few more kisses from Connor soon shut-down that line of 
resistance.

All of us were then privy to discover exactly what she 
had on under that dress - a pair of skimpy but very 
sexy little baby-pink panties. She tried to maintain 
her hemline at a decent level, but let's face it, with 
eight men on site having decidedly contrary views on 
that subject, she was fighting a lost cause from the 
outset. In no time they had her dress pushed up to her 
waist and those pretty little panties fully exposed. 
Brad himself saw to her upper de-commissioning and 
within seconds of slipping all resisting straps down 
her arms we were jointly invited to ogle that rather 
come-on-ish matching pink bra that was doing a piss-
poor job really in terms of covering up those girlish 
curves.

"C'mon Brad, get those sexy little tits of hers out," 
Steve enunciated. Immediately I was reminded of his 
former sexual exploits with my two girls in Warwick's 
shower all those months ago when both had their hot 
little breasts molested and sucked every which way 
courtesy of this particular individual.

Sal was hot and beginning to moan now between the lip-
action. When Dennis knelt down beside Warwick and began 
rubbing the front of her panties rather lewdly, just as 
Brad was obligingly extricating her nipples from their 
protective support cups, the mood of the group was 
definitely up-beat! 

"God is she one hot little tease?' muttered Graham, 
probably not yet over his former indulgencies with 
Jenna aboard the "Pacific Princess" earlier this year. 
He too was beginning to take his turn groping whichever 
of Sally's breasts were temporarily freed up. As for 
Sal herself, she was way past running the "shy little 
girl" routine and if those legs weren't parting now 
with somewhat indecent haste, then I need horn-rimmed 
glasses.

Despite myself, things were definitely gearing up 
physiologically and despite any former misgivings - I 
wanted now to see her raped long and hard. I don't 
think I was alone in that fantasy.

Over at the play-center, Brad, with an accomplice or 
three had managed to unzip her dress at the back and 
the next thing we knew, it was draped over a nearby 
table, leaving Sally lap-bound on Connor still, being 
kissed by all and sundry and dressed only in her 
panties and bra - not that the thing was serving any 
purpose that low, her entire breasts being free of 
their cups and her nipples just so erect currently, it 
is little wonder Jerry was trying to suck them.

"Let's take her upstairs," someone suggested, Connor I 
think it was. Well, in true cave-man style, Sal was 
then hoisted across Brad's shoulder, her bottom 
provocatively posed in the extreme, her breasts flush 
up against his shirt at the back, as the entourage 
headed for the staircase. "Where are you taking me?" 
she asked breathlessly. Surely as dumb a question as 
she's ever asked, I was thinking.

Tossed unceremoniously on to Jer's quilt, she lay there 
giggling. I was wondering if she was going to put a 
finger in her mouth just to complete the picture. 

"Seems to me we should spank that hot little bum," 
Steve suggested, "Well just to kinda get things 
rolling... What do you say guys?"

Fact is no-one said anything much, seeing as two of 
them dragged her to the edge of the bed and began 
paddling that sexy little rear. Sally's probable 
genuine cries of pain were drowned out by the men's 
laughter and the spanks themselves. Asked to join in, I 
declined for now, besides I was having more than enough 
fun just watching, Her humiliation was complete when 
two of them pulled her panties down several inches, 
exposing both glowing cheeks which everyone in turn 
then smacked unmercifully for a few more minutes.

I called a halt to it myself, not because she was 
screaming in pain (she wasn't actually) but on account 
of the fact it's not what we had really led her to 
expect. Damn it was fun though. Pulling her panties 
back up when we had finished, she turned over on her 
back, glared at us all and fairly whimpered, "That 
hurt!" I had the unutterable conviction it had turned 
her on as much as us!

Who else but Brad to get us into overdrive.? Leaning 
forward he seized a hold of her elasticised waistband 
and was about to tug her panties down when Sally 
shrieked, "Noooo, not my panties again pleeeaase!" 
pulling them as she spoke, back up to her hips.

"So... she wants to play sexy games?" smirked Brad, "No 
problem - Connor grab her left leg, Warwick hold the 
other one would you?"

"Don't need to take them off sweetie, work's just as 
well this way," he grinned. 

God damn, how hot did she look right then having her 
legs held way apart like that, arms across her chest 
protectively and breathing harder than an Olympic 
medallist. I watched - more fascinated than anything - 
as, holding his erection before him now, Brad simply 
crouched between her legs, held her panties aside 
(which elicited many a whistle from onlookers) with one 
hand and thrust straight in to her obviously very wet 
vagina.

Sally might have been about to offer some verbal 
resistance. but at the point she found herself actually 
being filled to the brim by another middle-aged man's 
penile interceptor, pleasure was obviously the ruling 
emotion. If this was rape - no prosecutor would ever be 
getting a conviction. I saw the eyes glaze, her hips 
wriggle and her arms backing off from protective 
custody of her breasts, allowing several of the others 
to commence groping her at will.

"Fuck her hard Brad," Warwick encouraged his friend. 
Couldn't say as I had any objections either - so hot 
was the tableau before me. Wide as they were spreading 
her, Sal had no complaints, thrusting up with her own 
hips now to meet her partner's incursions. 

Brad never was a stayer (especially with Kylie) and 
within minutes his build-up was complete and I'm 
positive Sally would have felt that final swelling deep 
inside her gaping little pussy - for such it was, 
leastways as far as the majority of her pubic hair was 
concerned.

Both she and Brad were groaning from their joint 
exertions and at the moment he spurted his entire 
procreational stock somewhere up near her cervix, their 
cries of pleasured release were something less than 
restrained let's say.

Backing-up better than a cd-burner, Connor had his own 
cock in hand and ready even as Brad withdrew. Giving 
Sally not a moment's respite, he plunged the thing 
inside her causing her to both gasp and shiver with 
surprise. They didn't need to hold her legs any more 
and as Connor took the high road to happiness, she 
wriggled beneath him like a nymph on heat - which of 
course she was! Kissing and fondling her as he worked 
his penal magic, Sally was herself vocal in letting him 
know just how harshly she wished to be treated.

"Oooh... fuck me harder... c'mon," doesn't exactly 
leave room for wondering does it? I think she had 
forgotten about her sore bottom! More than happy to let 
whoever wanted to, to suck her nipples for as long as 
they wished, I could see her holding the back of 
Jerry's head, forcing his face into her breasts as he 
drew down on those erect little teasers.

Connor reached his Red Line 5000 soon after, and just 
held her knees apart as he vented his pleasure within 
that white-hot little receptacle - adding significantly 
to Brad's earlier deposits. As he withdrew, we could 
all see a rivulet now of sticky white cum exiting her 
moist and abused slit before trickling down her inner 
thigh.

Steve was next up and being a man of some creativity 
one assumes - had Sally kneeling on the covers on all 
fours, her back to him. She must have known his 
intentions - perhaps they mirrored her own. Whatever, 
this was nearer to rape than her previous two partners 
had orchestrated. So hard did he take her, gripping her 
hips with a passion as he thrust into her deeper and 
deeper that the girl was crying out in ecstasy as he 
pumped her to his own private Nirvana. When it was 
over, she just knelt there, shaking, one hand between 
her legs cupping her pussy. Mind you there was plenty 
in it to cup! 

Inevitably it befell my turn and for reasons totally 
unknown to me - I had to decline. I couldn't tell you 
why. Perhaps I didn't want to perform with her in 
public, thinking perhaps it might denigrate the 
situation but if that was the case, how come I had no 
qualms fucking my own daughters at the parties? Sally 
herself seemed disappointed, but I think she sensed 
that I fully intended to make good on my physical 
shortcomings later that night (and Oh, God... did I 
what?) 

Needing to recuperate, everyone trouped downstairs for 
some refreshments later. Sally was permitted to put her 
bra and panties back on but I could hardly say she 
walked with that steady a gait. Certainly the laughs 
and giggles in mad proliferation indicated not the 
slightest regret at her having attended the afternoon's 
debauchery in general. Whilst finishing off her soft 
drink in the kitchen, she actually whispered to me, 
"Thanks for bringing me - I'm really having fun." God 
knows then what everyone else was having? 

"How long is she staying with you Noel?" muttered 
Jerry, bailing me up at the percolator. "I mean she is 
h-o-t with a capital "H." Any chance of bringing her to 
the next party... it's only a week out!"

"Would that I could Jer," I replied, "but you know how 
it is... we made that decision months back... and no, 
she isn't coming on her own - just before you ask!" he 
looked for just a moment like the ever-defeated coyote!

It wasn't exactly a case of "ladies first' as we all 
headed back up to the bedroom, simply the fact that 
eight lustful men wanted to watch that sexy little 
bottom wiggling its way back up the stairs. And didn't 
she know it?

At the behest of our joint pleas, Sally actually stood 
there in the center of the bed and allowed the men to 
remove her bra and panties while she giggled and hugged 
herself in a fake show of modesty. When I say "remove," 
you can take that to mean stripping her naked in two 
seconds flat - two getting her tits out while unhooking 
her bra, three others (at least) literally ripping her 
panties down while having a gratuitous fondle or 
finger-insertion. More cum was trickling down her legs 
at this stage.

By general consensus, it was time for Sal herself to 
perform a bit of the old "touchy-feely," on behalf of 
half a dozen rampantly hot male organs. Starting with 
Brad, she seemed to know exactly what was expected of 
her and lowering her head in his lap - Archer's 
expression was one of pure bliss. Only thing is, that 
kneeling there as she was like that, Graham and Warwick 
found themselves staring hard at a very attractive 
little teenage bottom - one they had fully constructive 
ideas on how best to employ for their own well-being.

It was therefore a gasp and cry of genuine surprise 
that emanated from Sally's wet little lips mid suck, as 
first Graham and then Warwick lifted her rear end 
sufficiently to lodge their flagging dicks back in that 
tight channel of dreams. Graham particularly found the 
experience greatly to his liking - well judging by the 
fact he appeared to spurt uncontrollably deep inside 
her, after just a few thrusts. It was about this time 
she brought Brad to the promised land also and despite 
what she swallowed, he had enough in reserve it seems, 
to hand her a pair of glistening cheeks to match those 
already sticky lips.

There was an orderly queue at this stage - one for each 
end.

"Don't you want her too Noel?" Connor asked me at one 
stage, wondering I guess, why I had taken a seeming vow 
of celibacy. 

"Not that I don't want her Connor," I replied. "Think 
about it. She's staying with me - literally, if you get 
my meaning." I could see the cogs slowly clicking into 
gear. "Just don't feel disposed to overdo it. My only 
reason for coming tonight was to oversee everything, 
look after her and make sure none of you wannabe 
rapists die from an excess of carnal pleasures!"

"My comments suddenly carried greater meaning as I 
noticed Brad, recovered evidently from his penal dry-
cleaning, aligning himself now with Sally's rearward 
aspect, as she serviced something in Jerry's lap.

"That's naughty," Sally cried out suddenly, turning 
from her task and glancing behind her. Being Brad, what 
else could you expect though? Yep, back to his old 
party trick - trying to broaden a young girl's worldly 
experiences by tunnelling into unchartered portals... 
mind you at that angle, Sally's portal in question was 
kinda acting a little suggestive. I figured I would 
allow things to progress until she asked otherwise.

Now I know that Sally has never been rear-ended - we 
actually talked about it once and I got the impression 
even then, she wasn't totally horrified by the concept. 
Does nothing much for me to be honest, except arguably 
the visuals of the thing. I just indicated to Brad to 
take it real slow and easy and this he did. It 
certainly sparked up the viewing audience and seemed to 
catalyse her applicatory efforts as far as Jerry's 
penile enjoyment was concerned.

Brad was definitely getting to first base - being very 
naughty and using fingerfuls of lubrication that were 
still very much on site just one doorway further down 
that glistening cleft. At the point Jerry spurted 
whatever he had left, all over her face and breasts to 
adjudge his directional intent, Sally was able to get 
down on both forearms which both elevated her butt and 
offered Brad the keys to the city.

"It hurts a bit," she mumbled aloud, but was evidently 
trying to come to terms with it, rather than repel the 
uninvited guest. I was about to call it quits on her 
behalf when something must have clicked into place or 
whatever the appropriate term is, because she suddenly 
began moaning like a total slut on heat and started 
pushing back on to Brad's inbound member.

"Cum in me there," she whimpered, trembling noticeably. 
Brad wasn't needing to be asked twice and whatever 
pitiful amount of semen he still retained, he left as a 
calling card deep inside her forbidden channel. This 
was turning into one carnally deranged afternoon. She 
had then to allow four more of them the same latitude 
and by the fourth (Dennis) she was, if not pleading for 
it... so hot she didn't care who did what to her. I 
wondered what emotions her father would be feeling, 
were he able to see his daughter right now - then I 
realised, he would probably be spraying the room with 
bullets.

There was of course only one possible way to end the 
session - with a heap of warm water and unlimited soap. 
All seven of them got to shower with her - two at a 
time, three at a time etc. At one stage I counted four 
in there with her. As happened to my kids, she found 
herself being fucked hard up against the glass, 
kneeling on the tiles beneath the cascading water, even 
standing up while a couple of them restrained her arms 
and took her front on. 

Whatever, by the time they finally got her out, she was 
clean and sweet-smelling. Took an age to dress her as 
no-one was willing to cover up her bra and panties. By 
the time they had all taken their turns sucking her 
tits and fingering her stupid once more... she almost 
needed another shower.

"You were just wonderful Sally," Jerry muttered as we 
readied ourselves to leave. The others signifying their 
shared opinion. "The offer to come to next week's party 
still stands if that 'guardian' of yours ever relents." 

"You are a total prick Jer," I ranted. Sally grabbed a 
hold of my arm before I could plant one on that 
cunning, sleazy little mouth. Jerry knew full well I 
hadn't wanted her to know about that party. Now, she 
too would be at me all week!

"I wish you had made love to me," she whispered as we 
negotiated the first left past Jer's house. Glancing at 
her, I was overcome with remorse myself... what the 
hell was I thinking? Suddenly, desire of such magnitude 
swept inland, I wanted her with a vengeance.

Pulling abruptly up beneath an avenue of trees, her 
perfume was at once, intoxicating and arousing in the 
extreme. I just grabbed her and pulled her over to my 
side, having let the seat back to its maximum setting. 
Surprised she may have been - resisting she wasn't! 
"Making love" to her wasn't on the gameboard - I just 
wanted to fuck her insensible.

"Someone might see us," she giggled.

"Yeah... they might," I replied. "Now see if you can 
get those well-used little panties off and straddle me. 
I'd do it myself but at this angle, I don't fancy my 
chances."

She didn't find it that easy herself but hey, where 
there's a will... 

Trust me dear reader - this was as hot as sex gets! 
Fucking that beautiful little wench on my lap in the 
open, just with her dress pushed up and her ranting 
away with all sorts of sexy nonsense, was to die for. 
Three quarters primed before I even started, it didn't 
take many thrusts to achieve lift-off. A couple of cars 
did pass by but no pedestrians luckily, although the 
car's windows are very heavily tinted and would permit 
nothing in the way of a detailed image within. Given 
the inordinate amount of sperm still resident inside 
that uniquely arousing little vagina, and with the 
knowledge of how it got there, simply upped the ante. I 
cannot recall ever being so unhinged. Sally I would 
say, was on a similar plateau.

Kissing her afterwards merely prolonged the enjoyment.

"Can we go to bed early tonight." She asked dreamily?

Sometimes, girls can be so fucking stupid!


(c) 2006 Peter_Pan 

Author's Note:

Given the truly great response to the "The Complete 
Harper Valley" publication, I am extending the offer a 
further fortnight and will thus supply any reader who 
can quote me their Lulu purchase order number, the 
three "unpublished" Harper Valley episodes: "Harper 
Valley: Last Rites," "Ghosts of Harper Valley," and the 
lengthy "Harper Valley Fallout."

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Please visit also "The World of Peter_Pan at:
http://www.geocities.com/worldofpeter_pan/intro.html

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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