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Harper Valley: Last Rites
By Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
***
Although pre-dating the last three HV recollections on
Kirsten, I am now bowing to reader pressure and
submitting the two "lost" stories that followed our
withdrawal from Harpers. (The next episode will be next
week) These have not been published in the earlier
series. (Mf, ped, mast, bd, orgy)
***
As far as the family was concerned, Harper Valley ended
for Natalie, Kylie and Jenna (Chris too of course) with
the concluding events that were recalled in seminal
detail in "Farewell to Zion." For those of you without
the opportunity to have read "The Complete Harper
Valley," such knowledge is unfortunately denied you,
but be assured, the decision was taken as a family to
wholly withdraw from the 'arena of dreams.'
Regrettable in hindsight then, that in a moment of
abject weakness I was to re-indulge my overwrought
need-for-seed but one last time, and fully without the
awareness of the other four.
True, Jer had bombarded me with requests for a re-
think, or more specifically a complete back-down on our
decision. In desperation, he had even text-messaged
Natalie, Kylie and Jenna, pleading for their re-
involvement, fuelled I suspect, by the exhortations of
the majority of the other participating males.
Only threats of bodily harm finally caused him to back-
off. We still talked once in a while of course, even
had a cappuccino occasionally at the local shopping
mall when he would take great delight in regaling me
with many a sexual tale of deviant behavior at some
recent party - but the subject of my daughters was
clearly understood to be off the agenda.
I made casual enquiry about Rhiannon, hoping in fact to
hear little that might sadden me and it was a source of
great pleasure admittedly when I heard Jerry comment
that she had hardly attended since we left. Obviously,
I was not over my personal crisis regarding that
wondrously brief relationship. Jer was never to be
privy to such knowledge.
Larissa, being now Chris' full-time girlfriend, was a
regular fixture at our home and was pretty much
slotted-in as my fourth daughter. She and her father no
longer attended the parties either, having taken the
decision to leave, the same week we did. George and I
became ultimately close friends and spent many a long
and pleasantly alkified night in each other's company.
Why the Hell then couldn't I just have let sleeping
dogs lie?
It wasn't a "party" as such, Jerry knew he had less
chance of securing my presence at another of those
little gatherings than he did of coercing Jenna to
model a new range of swimwear for him in his own
bathroom.
"Just an informal gathering of a few friends at his
place," was how he initially described it to me, that
night he called last week. And so it proved to be. He
simply omitted to mention that the "couple of ladies"
coming as well, were actually still in tenth grade.
Having first to drop Kylie off at a girlfriend's
sleepover that night, I arrived at Jerry's place a good
hour and a half after everyone else. Many familiar
faces on site. Connor, Warwick, Brad, Graham...a
shifty-looking guy called Lenny who you wouldn't buy a
used toothpick off, let alone a car, and another friend
of Jer's whose name I've forgotten.
Ahead of anything though, I noticed Virginia chatting
animatedly in one corner and Caitlin sitting on
Warwick's lap. Both appeared to be sans their own
fathers, which might have been considered risky in the
attending circumstances. While Jerry and I were
talking, I noticed a couple of men quite unfamiliar to
me, enter the loungeroom from the far hallway, which
appeared to be some sort of cue for Brad and Graham to
get up and leave the room. Given their evident self-
satisfied expressions I asked Jer what was going on?
He just smiled his "I'm so debauched I can't believe
it" look and informed me there was "another girl or
two" upstairs somewhere. "Well at least it's none of my
three I was thinking," somewhat smugly.
At that point, Caitlin walked over and sat herself down
on my knee - much to Warwick's chagrin I noted.
"Hello Noel," she whispered, cuddling up against me.
"We've soo missed you and the girls. Are you ever going
to come to another party?"
"No sweetheart," I told her, gently kissing her
forehead. "We all made the decision to pull-out and we
can't go back on it now. To be honest, I didn't even
know any of you poppets would be here tonight."
She smiled that wonderfully warm and inviting little
smile she is so good at and despite myself, I then
wanted to take her somewhere private and recall some of
the magic I had missed so much.
She wasn't making it any easier for me and at the point
Jer got up and went across to say something to Connor,
I was finding my hands remembering old habits as they
inched their way beneath Caitlin's rather prominent and
eminently desirable young breasts. That low-cut blouse
she had on was doing little to dissuade my interest in
that general area either and didn't she know it? The
slightest of sighs betrayed her needs and if those
little lips weren't suddenly and intentionally within
kissable range, then my understanding of the feminine
art is sadly lacking.
No-one could kiss lips like that, attached to a
youthful body such as they were, and not experience
majorly high-voltage arousal. Slipping a hand beneath
her top, the coolest and smoothest of female curves on
site liquefied whatever resolutions I might have set
for myself.
Glazed and wriggling now, Caitlin's kisses became more
passionate, mine more daring. Caressing those
wonderfully taut and erect nipples inside her skimpy
bra, there is no way she could have been unaware of the
system-reboot taking place right beneath her hot little
bottom. I was back in the fold alright!
The designer of that particular skirt Caitlin had on,
should have won the "Procreational Award" for 2004. A
central zip, of all brilliantly conceived fashion
innovations, meant that not only could she flaunt her
hot little red briefs without either bending over or
even spreading her legs, but that in the event she
found herself seated astride a gentleman of such
questionably deviate intentions as myself, instant
access for both fingers and other appendages, was but a
zzzzzzzzzzzzz away!
Let's just say I put the thing to a thorough road-test!
Observing standard operational procedure, I first
allowed my hand to inch its entirely paedophilic way
due west, beneath the skirt. Approaching the tropics,
Caitlin's milky-soft skin betrayed the heat build-up
between her slim legs. That first gentle brush down the
front of her panties brought forth a small gasp of
pleasure. It wasn't the '"small" gasps I was looking to
promote though!
Leaning into me, both breasts pretty much visible to
nipple level down her bra, I set-up camp digitally
speaking, alongside her central printer-port. The
material there was wet and the outlook for "more
showers."
My vocalised "You OK with this sweetie?" was of course
quite unnecessary but gave her at least the opportunity
to pull back from her on-going lip activity and to
acknowledge her assent to my continued vaginal therapy,
albeit at this stage through her panties. Feels so damn
naughty that, it's to die for!
In terms of being "erect," I was suffering penile
claustrophobia. At the point however that I was able to
shuffle that hot little body temporarily sideways, I
was in a position to free-up access to both my own and
Caitlin's zip. It worked well.
In as big a hurry to divest herself of her panties as
myself, she wriggled out of those confining but Oh, so
arousing little undies, at much the same time I drew
out my own plug-in. Swiftly flipping her over on to her
tummy, fully astride me now, she lost no time in making
the necessary adjustments. The view ahead from my
perspective was not half bad. Both breasts and nipples
completely visible and in continuous motion whichever
of us moved and however slightly.
Once fully inside her, it was simply a case of finding
new angles of incidence and a compatible rhythm. Far
from quiet now, she was contributing greatly to our
joint pleasure by alternately pleading for deeper
penetration whilst kissing me passionately. Life does
not get any better than this - trust me on this point!
I have made mention of the fact before, but to make
love to a young girl while she is for the most part
fully dressed, is just the hottest thing. From any
rearward voyeurs' POV all that could be seen would be a
hot young girl face down on some guy's lap, her
wriggling rear-end fully covered still with perhaps the
occasional peak of various naughty areas, as the pace
hots up.
You can always tell when a girl is nearing her own
orgasm. She begins to kiss so intensely and the urgency
throughout her body can be felt. As it happened, I was
there in the same ball-park. This was a 9.5 on the
Richter Scale!
Even as I pumped-in the last of my white magic, Caitlin
was murmuring unintelligibly and clutching me to her. I
just hugged her and covered her beautiful face with
kisses. We lay there for quite a while, completely
sated but more importantly having touched on a higher
plateau for those all-important seconds. As always, I
was having thoughts already as to how much I would have
preferred she not consummate any similar act with
another man there - As if I had that right!
Perhaps divining my thoughts, Caitlin gave Warwick a
thinly disguised if not incontrovertibly abrupt brush-
off when he sidled over, intent quite obviously on
furthering her orgasmic cause. He has always reminded
me of the Coyote when it comes to his bedside manner so
far as young girls are concerned. Beep beep!
Virginia was up to her old tricks. Anyone,
anyplace...anytime! Connor was availing himself of her
charms, spread there as she was on the far lounge with
another of Jerry's friends rudely assaulting her fully
exposed breasts. So grateful was I at that juncture,
that Rhiannon was not a party to this little session.
Caitlin sat with me.....on me actually, for quite a
while and we talked of many things. School, Jenna and
just who in fact cares if Brittany is pregnant? By the
time she wandered off, Jerry was organising a few late-
night drinks and nibblies. Lucky I would only have
those three or four back-streets to navigate en-route
home. No need to traverse any major highway, thereby
risking a random police breath-testing unit.
By eleven-ish I was feeling not half bad. Spent some
quality time with a few of my other friends, the girls
having taken themselves off somewhere - upstairs I
think. I did notice guys filtering themselves out from
various conversational groups at intervals and heading
in the direction of the hallway, presumably for a few
moments passion on the upper floor.
I mentioned that I should be "getting home soon" to
Jerry at one point.
"You can't go 'till you've been upstairs Noel," he
responded, winking maniacally like John Cleese.
"Yeah?" I asked. "Doubt there's much going on up there
I haven't seen before Jer." I added.
"No, maybe not," he replied, "But it's never hard to
watch is it Noel?"
I looked at him. Sometimes he could be such a
sleazebag!
Principally to shut him up, I took myself up the stair-
well not ten minutes later. More than familiar with the
layout of the house I first looked-in on Michelle's
bedroom - one that held especially fond memories for
me. Virginia was playing to a full-house - Graham and
two other guys I neither knew or cared that much about
getting acquainted with.
One thing I have to admire about Virginia - she's a
stayer! Put her in the most outrageous sexual
predicament and she'll work it to her best advantage.
Of course, caring little where she is being penetrated
or by whom at any given moment, does make it a tad
easier!
On this occasion they had her performing the awesome
feat of lying spread-eagled face down on Graham's lap,
butt tight-up against his lower abdomen - obviously
getting fucked, as her torso draped off the edge of the
bed, down between Graham's knees somewhere, sucking
noisily on one of the other guys as he knelt there on
the floor, making all sorts of disparaging remarks as
to her sexual predilection. As if to back-up his
assertions, he appeared to be groping the girl's
breasts with a fervor not seen since the days of
Caligula.
The third guy was the far side of the activated trio,
attending to his own problems. Even as I watched, he
managed to extract a healthy stream from his tortured
erection, which he managed to spurt directionally all
the way from the girl's lower back to her hairline. I
wouldn't be surprised if he even caught her on the side
of her face in places.
Graham motioned for me to take some imminently active
role in Virginia's further debasement, but in all
honesty she has never appealed to me. As a sexual
athlete, she is to be admired. As an object of
desirability, I find her as alluring as Mae West after
the autopsy!
The master bedroom was interesting.
Trust Brad to be 'in the zone,' when it comes to hot
under-age defilement. Center quilt, he and Len (or
Lenny as he seemed to prefer) were taking their time
doing some very bad things to a rather slim and
apparently compliant young Miss, that I took to be
Caitlin. The reason I couldn't immediately identify the
owner of the legs, is that they had her face-down,
tied-up and hooded. From the muffled sounds she was
making in response to the indignities being heaped upon
her - gagged too!
While Brad was attempting his usual party trick - the
rear-entry tango, Len was kneeling alongside her
prostrate body, his hands beneath her, mauling her
young breasts every which way. Dragging her butt higher
and spreading her legs further, even allowing for the
fact that I was to one side of the action and was
denied a view of the girl's outright sodomy, I figured
Brad was well inside...so to speak. What really
anchored my attention though was the fact that despite
her predicament and limitation of movement...she was
inarguably pushing her hot little ass backwards on to
Brad just as hard as she was able. As for Lenny, I was
thinking just how much skin-cream she would be needing
on those sore and abused little breasts by the time
this session was ended. Then again, God-knows what they
had been doing with her earlier?
Brad of course made complete his day and left his
calling card way up her forbidden channel. His second
or third for all I knew. Lenny too I could see now, had
been attending to his own grotty pleasures concurrently
and had spurted a copious amount of semen over her
bound wrists and lower back. The girl was a mess.
"Take her yourself Noel," Brad muttered, "Fuck her any
way you like....she loves it." He sat down on the edge
of the coverlet and gave her a bottom a spank, which
drew forth another muffled yelp.
Having no wish to do anything with a girl in that bound
and helpless condition, I approached her prostrate body
feet first. Untying her wrists, the girl wriggled
momentarily and I thought I caught sight of a hint of
dark curls between her legs. Hurriedly I removed the
hood.
Reflecting on the moment now....I truly believe I would
have preferred it to have been Jenna even (although I
would have recognised that curvy little bottom from
fifty feet away) I had no need to even turn her over
and remove the gag - the flared reddish hair was all I
needed to see.
I'm no street vigilante but I dropped Brad right where
he sat, with just one punch. Len saw or sensed my aura
I guess and took off. I would have killed him and even
that wouldn't have been enough!
I was crying by then, and ripping away the gag, I just
held Rhiannon to me.
Sobbing uncontrollably herself as I cuddled her, all I
could think was "Why?" "Why?" I wanted to believe that
she would never willingly submit to what I had just
witnessed and yet I had seen what I had seen. Her total
complicity and consensuality in her own degradation.
Never would this have happened, I told myself futilely,
if I had continued to attend the parties... I would
never have allowed it. She would never have wanted
it... permitted it even.
Brushing her hair back off her forehead and kissing
her, I could see her clothes across the far chair. I
brought them to her and once she had dressed. I just
wanted to hold her there on the bed until time ran out.
Brad was still out cold but breathing...unfortunately.
Jerry and a few others came up but seeing my
expression, sensibly remained outside the doorway.
When the red cloud had dissipated and the adrenaline
returned home, I began to wonder if I had even learned
my lesson over what had gone before so far as Larissa
was concerned. Some overly protective aspect of my
genetic make-up cannot accept it seems, the rights of
certain young girls... even Rhiannon's age, to choose
for themselves what they are comfortable with.
As the images came flooding back I just sank into a
morass of desolation. My beautiful and innocent little
Rhiannon - agreeing to being used like a cheap slut. I
couldn't bear it. But of course that's the whole thing
- she isn't mine is she?
Suffice to say, I have never seen her again and if
nothing else, that night achieved two things. It
completely vindicated my/our decision to withdraw from
the parties themselves and it gave me complete and
utter closure as to the period of my life that once was
known as Harper Valley.
It hasn't cured me though of looking at young girls and
wishing!
(c) Peter_Pan
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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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