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Harper Valley: Outpatient Inquiries
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
***
Frankenstein had clearly documented problems with HIS
creation, I seem to be heading down the same tortuous
path apparently. (Mf, ped, inc, 1st, org)
***
As is clearly evidenced by virtue of "Harper Valley
Homecoming," the fluctuating fortunes as it were,
within the Valley itself, are central to many people's
inner desires. I have never mentioned this, but
throughout the past year or so, I have received emails
worldwide in great proliferation, many of these
tellingly, from young girls pleading for a wild-card
entry into an upcoming party. (Never actually gotten
around to discussing who would be paying for the air-
fare to get here!)
A fortnight ago, I opened-up an innocuous-looking email
from one Khoa Tran, a Vietnamese gentleman living in
Geelong, Victoria. Like many before him, he wrote that
he has avidly followed the Harper juggernaut since it's
inception. Unlike many before him though - he then
expressed a desire to bring his own daughter up to
Sydney for the specific purpose of enrolling her as a
guest participant in a forthcoming soiree.
I wrote back advising him that we no longer attended
the parties as a family, nor do we handle "bookings" as
such, for obvious security reasons. He replied that he
had read "Harper Valley Homecoming," however and that
"all" he wanted, was for his daughter to be "shared
amongst a few men" (his exact words) not necessarily a
'party' as such!.
If nothing but curious at this juncture - I enquired as
to what made him think his daughter would want this
herself, as he had already confessed that she knew
nothing of Harper Valley whatsoever.
In a very lengthy reply, he explained that his own wife
had walked out when their daughter was way younger,
leaving him to bring her up alone. Sadly, he then
outlined how lonely he was and that with the advent of
his daughter's adolescence, he had become sexually
fixated with her. She had, according to him, expressed
her complete sympathy and understanding of his
'problem' and professing great love for her father,
permitted him certain "license" to use her body for his
own gratification.
This he told me, included her sitting on him after she
would return from school (or in fact any time of his
choosing) and allowing him to grope her unrestrictedly,
albeit through her clothes. He explained that groping
of young girls itself was common in Vietnamese culture
by fathers, older brothers and even uncles, so this was
nothing she found particularly unusual. (Hell, we gotta
get this going within western civilisation) Furthermore
she would let him lick her face, legs (below the
hemline), neck etc - even dry-hump her from the rear as
well as actually rub his dick across her cheek until he
sprayed her mouth and forehead at close range.
If you can believe it... all this she considered an
"acceptable sacrifice" to make. For her unwavering
acceptance of such behavior - he loved her he wrote,
but that he was finding it now impossible not to
experience the full consummated act with her. Herein
the stumbling block evidently. Completely unwilling to
allow him to either kiss her lips, put his hands in her
bra or panties, undress her, let alone penetrate her,
she told him she even found the idea of masturbating
him - disgusting!
His logic therefore was that she would more than likely
allow "a few men" to grope her and most likely
masturbate over her - in the knowledge it would gratify
her watching father, thus fulfilling once again, her
role as a caring and dutiful daughter. What he
anticipated however, is that whilst thus undoubtedly
aroused herself, she may well not consider kissing
other men's lips, or having their hands up her skirt...
in the least bit 'disgusting,' Perhaps even allowing
herself to be stripped and ultimately penetrated, was
not beyond the bounds of possibility, clearing the way
in her orgasmic bliss to allow him to finally take her.
It certainly sounded good in theory!
Now if I was to be brutally honest, though hardly in a
position to speak for others I realise, I have never
found Asian girls generally, to be much of a turn-on -
any more than would I be for them most likely - but
there again I had yet to see a photograph of Thao, not
to mention a dozen or more shots of her!
Talk about an instant convert. This girl was
arrestingly beautiful and in possession of one of the
sexiest teenage bodies I have ever had the pleasure to
lay eyes (let alone anything else) on. Lovely doe-eyes,
perfect smooth skin, wonderfully sexy full mouth and
for some reason not harshly Viet-looking. She was a
total doll! Looking at those photographs and imagining
her father's hands groping her stupid as she sat there
in his lap in her school uniform no less, was cranial
meltdown!
So passionate was his written plea (obviously highly
educated, his English is word-perfect), I figured I
would call "the crew" and sound them out.
It was a stifling hot day sitting in the coffee-shop,
me with my cappuccino - Jer, his latte coffee.
"Look, can I be frank Noel?" he started.
"Be whoever you want Jer," I replied. He just looked
up at me, humor never was his strong point!
"Well the fact is, you know - Asian girls aren't
exactly what we're all used to... Now if you want to
get Sally back here..."
I didn't even bother answering - simply pulling out
Thao's picture and laying it on the table alongside his
latte.
"Dear God!" he spluttered, picking it up. "Is that
really her?"
I answered by adding three more photos to the first,
each one successively sexier by my reckoning.
"And you're telling me she lets her father fondle her
and rub his dick on her face? How old is she exactly?"
"Sixteen I think he said Jer," I answered. The guy was
having visible palpitations.
"This isn't a joke by any chance?" he asked
sheepishly.
"Well to be honest Jer," I replied, "I thought he was
jerking my chain first up, but believe me - it's all on
the level."
I reiterated the culture-thing and the fact she would
permit certain behavior but not other indecencies.
"So you're telling me she lets him dry hump her
standing up, lick her all over then cum in her face -
but she won't let him kiss her??? You're kidding!
"That's about the score mate," I said. "When in
Rome... I guess!"
He was studying Thao's photos again.
"Oh, we gotta do this," he muttered
"My sentiments exactly Jer," I smiled.
Replying to his email, I informed Khoa that I had
arranged for Thao to be suitably "entertained," if he
was still of a mind to bring her to Sydney - but only
on the obvious proviso that she knew what she was
letting herself in for. He promised to get back to me.
I wasn't expecting that to be within six hours!
The gist of his reply was that she had agreed to
accompany him - mainly because she was tiring of being
pressured for full-on sex by her father and had made
him promise that if she did this and let him watch her
being "groped" by other men, then he would stop
pestering her for more than she had agreed to let him
do to her. Damn, I like the way these eastern girls
think!
The flight was set down for the following Saturday. I
agreed to pick them up at the airport - the least I
could do, I figured!
Some photographs lie - these didn't! Thao was simply
gorgeous. She seemed surprised that I referred to her
by that name as she calls herself Caroline and is known
as such - at school, by her friends and within the full
embraces of her Australian life. I told her that I
considered Thao the most lovely name and did she mind
if I called her that? She seemed to approve, judging by
the shy smile she gave me, which itself sent me deeper
into wolf-hound mode.
Khoa, who also uses a preferred name of Bao, was indeed
a pleasant and educated man. Fairly small, well dressed
and with the entrenched politeness of far-easterners -
almost a throwback to British colonialism, at the point
he ushered Thao forward for that first introduction, I
knew at once that here was an oriental Miss of rare
perfection.
Dressed much like any other young Aussie girl, she had
on a tight pair of jeans which from the rear did
everything right and a skimpy little black camisole-
styled top which left a healthy gap of bare midriff
that showed off her curvy hips and flat abdomen to
their best advantage. To put it succinctly - she was
hot as Hell.
Her long dark hair obviously just washed and shining,
complimented a really pretty face and the way she would
keep brushing those strands out of her eyes whilst she
talked softly, was most engaging. She had just the
right amount of make-up and sexy lip gloss to complete
the picture admirably. Looking at this dream - I just
couldn't imagine her sitting in her father's lap
allowing his hands to feel her up from top to tail -
never mind Brad's!
Having been born and bred here, she barely had any
accent, although she would frequently break off to say
something to her father in her native Vietnamese. Other
than that - she sounded like most any other Aussie
schoolgirl. Just made it all the hotter somehow!
I momentarily wondered if I should blindfold them both
and get them face down on the floor but it seemed like
overkill to me. This really wasn't an occasion needing
either a shoe-phone or the cone of silence that I could
see. Nevertheless, once exiting the freeway, I took an
unnecessarily long and convoluted series of back
streets to get to Jerry's place - almost got lost
myself!
Jer had the rare foresight to leave the garage open, so
I drove straight in and the door closed automatically
behind us - our very own little R-rated eco-system.
Hadn't even exited the car before Jer put in an
appearance through the connecting door - for the
express purpose of checking out the merchandise
doubtless. It must have met with his approval, I could
swear he blushed.
"Like you to meet Thao, Jerry, and her father, over
here Jer," - I had to wrench his attention off Miss
five-two, one-ten pounds, "Mr. Khoa Tran." He shook
hands with Tran but elected to take Thao's hand which
he kissed in his best Clark Gable fashion.
"A pleasure to meet you Mr. Clarke," she said politely.
I wondered what she was really thinking? "What a
dickhead!" probably.
"Oh, call me Jerry, everyone does!" Jer mumbled, taking
his time relinquishing her delicate little hand.
"Think she likes you pal." I whispered, as we headed
for the hallway.
"You think so?" he replied - the sarcasm right over his
head!
Jer obviously had had little trouble making up the
numbers. Brad, Connor, Graham, Steve and Craig were all
presented to the young girl and her father, who any
onlooker would have thought were just there for a
social barbecue. I couldn't say as Warwick's (rare)
absence was any great loss, I didn't even enquire as to
the reason for it.
One thing I will say for Jer - he's a great host and
very attentive to social niceties. The men all had a
beer in their hands within five minutes. My JD and ice
was sitting there on the bar and Thao he fixed up with
a lime Bacardi cooler, after first getting the OK from
her father. I think Khoa would have been agreeable to
her being shot full of Southern Comfort with an ecstasy
chaser!
Seven pairs of eyes, eight if you want to include my
own, were studying that wonderfully hot and lithe body.
Well that is what we were there for isn't it? I think
the girl rather enjoyed being the center of
attention... she sure as Hell wasn't being too shy to
judge by the flirty little smiles she was giving
everyone. In fact I would have to say she seemed quite
confident in herself - more so than a young Australian
girl might have been... especially on their own. I had
the distinct impression she liked western masculinity
let's say. As it turned out - that's just as well!
Now, it should be explained to readers at this
juncture, that in my original "overview" to Jerry, all
I mentioned as being in the game-plan was that the girl
was expecting some sort of 'communal groping' and not
necessarily en masse either. I presume Jerry had passed
that message along to his cohorts.
In fact we seemed to have a bit of a Mexican stand-off
all round. No-one seemed keen to seize the initiative -
neither the men, Khoa or Thao herself. What we needed
here was an intermediary, and thus in George's absence,
I took it upon myself to play anchor-man.
"Come and sit on my lap sweetheart," I called out to
her as she stood near the doorway sipping her cooler.
That brought a pretty flush to her cheeks and she
walked over and with little hesitation - sat herself
down on my lap. Oh yeah! was that pleasant?
Well, the question of her maybe kissing someone else's
lips was answered soon enough. God knows whether she
just liked me or wanted to put on a show for her
father, but no sooner had she gotten herself
comfortable than she turned to me and our lips just
kinda met briefly... then less briefly! She tasted
delicious and whatever perfume that was she had on was
simply inspirational, so was the view down the front of
her camisole. She followed my glance down that-a-way
and giggled. Glancing across at her father in the chair
opposite I could see we definitely had his attention.
At the point I raised my hand and gently fondled her
breasts, there was no gasp of surprise and fake protest
that might be expected from a young Harper attendee.
Instead it seemed to me that she thrust her breasts out
to encourage further interplay. Suited me, she felt so
hot and sexy, no wonder her father availed himself of
her domestic behavioral traits. My groping took on a
more in-depth aspect and as I slipped both hands up
beneath her camisole, cupping the contents of her
skimpy bra, she gave a little wriggle of pleasure and
looked across at her father.
Not only was he fumbling now with his own zipper, Jer's
other five guests were likewise disposed - Steve the
first to present his somewhat erect member for the
young girl's viewing pleasure. I allowed my hands to
wander over her entire body, across her belly, around
and beneath that curvaceous little bottom, up and
across her lap before sliding suggestively between her
legs applying fully indecent pressure to her vaginal
area as it curved out of sight beneath that tapering
"V" configuration.
There can be no doubt Thao felt my own penile
stiffening beneath her bottom but showed no emotion
whatsoever at such recognition. She was driving me
crazy. The more I groped her and the more visibly
molested she appeared to be - the more compliant her
involvement.
"You like my body Mr. Baker?' she whispered, as I
began stimulating her nipples through her bra.
"Please, call me Noel," I groaned, nuzzling her neck
like the needful lover I was swiftly becoming.
Talk about seizing the initiative. With no warning,
Thao dismounted my lap then clambering back up on my
knee, squatted there, her breasts thrust provocatively
forward and her bottom angled directly to her father.
"Feel me," she teased, presenting her lips in such
close proximity that I had to kiss her - and not that
casually either I must admit. Able now to see clearly
her beautifully sculptured breasts - almost to the
nipple, I began kneading her with one hand while with
the other I continued to play with her bottom and
everything in between, in full view of our enthralled
audience.
"C'mon Noel," Brad muttered - his voice noticeably a
couple of octaves higher than usual. "Only so much a
man can take... give her here for a few moments would
you?" I could understand his plight and giving the girl
a quick kiss on the lips, whispered to her. "You are so
lovely Thao, go and give Brad a turn, there's a good
girl."
She looked at me almost disappointed. "You a nice kind
man, you very gentle with girls." I smiled at her. "Yes
Thao - that's because I love beautiful little girls
like you." She leaned forward and gave me the sweetest
kiss.
Barely had she gotten on to Brad's lap when he had his
arms around her waist, one hand groping her breasts,
the other - rubbing her pussy as hard as he was able,
through the thick denim. He tried tugging her zipper
down but she pulled his hands away and said something I
couldn't quite hear. "Just OUTSIDE my clothes" I think
it was.
Brad's chair being the closest to Khoa's, presented the
girl's father with a ring-side view of his daughter's
aggravated sexual assault. 'Why kiss a girl when you
can play with her tits and pussy' was the creed Brad
lived by and this indeed was his sole game-plan. A
couple of times I saw her wince as he squeezed her
breasts either side with more than just playful zest.
Still, she kept her legs at a healthy forty-five degree
spread as he rubbed her clitoral area its full length.
It would be living in denial to say that watching a
teenage girl's basic sexual humiliation in front of her
own father was not a rampantly arousing spectacle. Khoa
must have thought so too, as he suddenly stood up,
swollen erection in hand and not two feet from his
daughter's face muttered something in Vietnamese. Thao
smiled and turned her head upwards - just as he spurted
a stream of glistening cum all over her mouth and
cheeks. The expression on everyone else's face was
priceless.
True, we have all witnessed the most inventive of
sexual liberties taken at various Harper gatherings
with girls even younger than Thao, but on all those
occasions the girls were in the company of their peers.
Here just one teenage girl was at the sexual mercy of
basically eight men and with no back-up of her own sex.
It was riveting stuff!
Khoa's performance sparked a communal back-lash.
Shovelled unceremoniously onto Connor's lap I watched
as he too began fumbling beneath the girl's camisole,
giving her small breasts a substantial massage. She
actually gave out a cry of surprise as Steve leaned
across and slipped his hand beneath her bottom, feeling
the curves there with indecent precision as with his
spare hand he continued wanking himself insensible.
I can't say with any honesty that she looked "worried"
as such, but at the point Craig approached Connor's
chair and slipped his hands too up between her legs -
rubbing her "V" with notable relish, she did glance
across at her father anxiously. Whatever her emotional
contemplations at that second though, Khoa would have
been the last one to be sounding a front-line retreat,
given his renewed self-masturbation as he observed
Thao's escalating bodily contact.
Following her father's lead, Steve was out of his chair
and having successively secured her full attention -
spurted two streams of hot cum across the girl's face,
some of which trickled shortly afterwards, right onto
her upper cleavage.
Fearing perhaps that the action was bypassing him,
Graham summoned up the courage (it not being his house)
to announce. "Why don't we all go upstairs to the
bedroom where it might be a bit "easier" for us all. No
one spoke for a second - probably all wondering exactly
what the term "easier" might be conveying.
Khoa certainly had no objections. "Yes, my daughter
happy to do this,' he said. A disguised 'instruction'
perhaps? Whatever, she appeared to have no
disinclination to disobey him, and disentangling
herself quite expertly from multiple groping fingers,
got off Connor's knee and stood up, smoothing out
whatever creases she was able.
Hardly a word was spoken as the troupe headed for the
staircase. There appeared to be a reluctance to lead
the assembly. Most likely on account of the fact
everyone wanted to watch that hot little bottom
ascending the stairs... I know I did!
Graham was inarguably correct in his assessment - it
was certainly "easier." Almost pushed and dragged to
the center of the bed, Thao found herself completely
surrounded by well-wishers. Hands began feeling up her
thighs - right the way to the northern terminus while
others groped her breasts and hips.
Craig was paying the girl's backside his full
attention, feeling it up lewdly as she wriggled about,
giving everyone their share of her willing and sexy
little body. I wondered if poor little Rhiannon was
subjected to this sort of attention in her bedroom most
nights? Nothing I really wanted to contemplate if the
truth be known.
I think in hindsight the 'breakthrough' as such, came
after the kissing reached epidemic levels. No sooner
had Connor finished monopolising those hot little lips
than Jerry began kissing her passionately. Brad then
slipped a hand down her bra and began groping her skin
to skin. Quite obviously in hostile territory now, she
tried to resist and maintain her border patrol but the
body was simply unwilling to follow instructions.
"No please... not under my clothes," she wailed, but
with Graham's hand now joining Brad's inside her other
bra cup, she was really fighting a lost cause. Being
kissed senseless was rendering her opposition
negligible.
"Yes, please... get her tits out," Khoa exhorted his
fellow paedophilic army officers. "Show me my
daughter's tits, take her top off.."
They didn't so much 'take it off' as consign it to the
used clothing bin. Now this time we did hear a few
gasps of shock... even more, when Connor and Jerry
slipped her bra straps down her arm, sufficient for
Craig and Brad to free up both her breasts. So erect
were her nipples even at that stage...any juror would
be reluctant to rule out the girl's complicity in the
unfolding events.
As Khoa recommenced jacking himself to nirvana, both
Craig and Brad began suckling her breasts deeply and
Thao herself was right then farewelling any hopes she
may have had of an early night.
I'll be honest, at the point Khoa more or less
grunted... "Please - take her jeans off," I was first
in line. Unbuckling her belt, Graham and I took a leg
each and divested her of those tight little jeans in
ten seconds flat. The ensuing sight of that white hot
teenage body struggling with the inevitable, and clad
now in just the skimpiest of light pink cotton panties,
was to know heaven before you die.
"Finger my daughter," Khoa pleaded gutturally. I think
I counted three hands in her panties within the space
of four seconds. Still being kissed in rotation by
whoever was nearest, Thao was on heat, spreading her
legs to facilitate as many points of entry as she could
organise. Kneeling beside his abused daughter... Khoa
showered her panties and tummy with a second stream.
'Would these memories be ever lasting him a lifetime' I
was thinking.
Eight pairs of hands I have to say, are able to fondle,
finger and otherwise abuse a small girl's body to the
limit of sensory capability. Having her breasts both
sucked and rubbed, the inside of her thighs kissed
(along with her lips) a minimum of two fingers
spreading her vaginal lips apart and the occasional
stream of cum over her face and tits, doesn't leave
much room for conversation let's say.
Steve said it all in the one succinct statement. "Let's
fuck her!"
"Please do so," Khoa muttered insanely, "Yes, fuck my
daughter - all of you. Need to see her pussy fucked
hard." He was almost certifiable!
If you want to have your daughter fucked demonstrably
well - then Brad's definitely your man. I have three
daughters will attest to that fact! Not waiting for an
invitation, he worked his way between the groping
hordes and simply yanked her panties aside, exposing a
veritable undergrowth, Asian girls being less inclined
to go the shaved "I'm-a-little girl-again" route that
their western contemporaries often find necessary for
some reason.
"I'm a virgin still," Thao cried out, wrenching her
lips away from her current partner, "I get pregnant too
maybe."
Well the latter we could fix easy enough with a
morning-after pill, the virgin bit - that was less
easy.
"Hold her legs," Brad snorted somewhat indelicately,
but hey, we are talking about Brad!
Thao's scream might have inspired a neighbor to call
911 had not Graham cut short the noise with a
strategically placed hand. Still the mortified girl's
eyes betrayed more than a momentary discomfort as Brad
ploughed his own personal field of dreams.
Long before he was ready to eject his own procreative
toxic-waste however, Thao's hips were thrusting up to
meet the incoming delivery mechanism. When Brad comes,
it's not a majorly cultural event - but it does get the
job done! He filled her to capacity. It was fun too
watching so much leaking out of her.
Exhausted but far from spent, Thao put up no resistance
as two of them eased her panties right off, after all
they were serving little purpose. Besides, fully naked
now, she looked most appealing. Breathing heavily as
she was, her eyes locked-on to mine. I would swear they
spoke a language I understood. No-one barred my way
between her legs!
Given what you all know of my recent sexual history,
you would think I had seen and done it all pretty much.
I thought so too! Let me tell you then, whether it had
anything to do with the prevailing circumstances (young
innocent girl with eight men) - the fact that she was
an Asian teenager, that incredibly arousing sight of
her glistening free-range pubic hair? etc etc... All I
can tell you is - being inside that girl's pussy that
afternoon, was the epitome of erotic fulfillment. She
just seemed to know instinctively how to move and
seeing her being groped and fondled by so many pairs of
hands as I penetrated her to the depths - was sheer
ecstasy!
I take no pride in saying that we all fucked her
repeatedly, pretty much until she was clinically dead.
It was at this stage that Khoa made his move. In all
honesty, what father could watch such arousingly sexual
abuse being heaped on his own daughter without wanting
a modicum of action himself? I can never forget the
heat generated watching Jenna getting herself fucked
insensible by George that first time.
Crouched on his knees, he positioned himself between
his daughter's splayed thighs. The seven of us stood
watching. It was not a time we were needed. Looking up
at her father she frowned rather prettily, "No dad, you
mustn't." she whispered, barely audibly.
For a moment he wavered, unsure I think whether to
enforce his desire or to honor his only daughter's
wishes. The cum seeping out of her was incredible.
"Allow me my greatest wish Thao," he literally begged
her. For a moment she too appeared to be weighing up
all options. Then she smiled.
"If I thought my recent experience with her was at the
cutting edge of achievable pleasure, watching Khoa take
his own daughter and her full complicity in such
forbidden intercourse - simply re-wrote the manual.
God knows what he had left to give her. I don't suppose
it really matters now I think of it. It is the act
itself he so craved, not the bells and whistles.
For her part... she was the perfect submissive
daughter/wife/lover, moaning and encouraging his
increasingly deeper penetration. I think the seven of
us were excluded from the fantasy world those two
shared for several awe-inspiring minutes. Certainly as
they experienced a conjoined orgasmic bliss - our
existence was superfluous in the extreme.
After that, there could be no more involvement with
her.
Our time had long passed, theirs had just begun!
(c) Peter_Pan 2006
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