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Ghosts Of Harper
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
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As promised, the follow-up to "Harper Valley: Last
Rites." Just when you thought it was safe to take a
walk in the park. (Mf, ped, mast)
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Author Note: Despite so many emails from readers - some
quite impassioned actually, "Harper Valley" ended for
us, under the circumstances outlined in the earlier
stories months ago. It simply was never going to be
possible to re-visit those times. I replied to many of
you, pointing out that it wasn't a case of not wanting
to continue the series - I simply couldn't. Had not
circumstances then provoked a chance meeting just
recently, this 'account' could never have existed. It
was a fully unplanned and one-off occurrence - a secret
indulgence known only to my daughter and myself. Events
that afternoon quite obviously extended somewhat beyond
the closing line here, but whether or not I want to
make such knowledge public, I have yet to decide.
At least four and a bit months since we had quit the
group, much to the chagrin of at least a dozen fathers
I could name, Jenna and I had found ourselves at home
one weekend recently with some time to kill - the other
kids all following their various pursuits. Chris and
Larissa were over with her in-laws, Kylie had her
friends upstairs while Natalie was interstate playing
hockey.
Although winter still, it was unseasonably warm - sunny
and in the high twenties. I asked Jenna if she would
like to take a brief stroll with me in the nearby park.
Giving me a little hug and a "Sure dad, just hold on a
sec," she was off to her room from which she emerged
shortly afterwards in a rather fetching ultra-short
denim skirt, teamed with a tight but most attractive
little grey-ribbed top with Foxy Princess or something
similar, emblazoned in pink lettering across an area of
her chest that really didn't need any further
advertising.
Holding my hand and looking as pretty and desirable as
all Hell, we walked the couple of blocks to the park's
entrance. Despite the warmth, the paths were still
strewn with fallen leaves and the trees awaiting their
Springtime renaissance. A couple of young boys on
bicycles crossed the path just ahead of us. Judging by
the look the elder of the two gave Jenna, it didn't
need a clinical psychologist to figure out what he was
thinking. Areas of his anatomy I feel sure, were
reacting much as nature intended. Taking stock of the
bed of soft brown leaves just across the way, I was
having trouble dismissing a few somewhat lurid
fantasies myself.
Just two minutes later we were stopped in our tracks by
a familiar voice.
"Hey, Noel... Jenna... wait up!"
Turning around, no less a duo than Connor and Jerry
were hotfooting it in our direction.
"You two don't look much like nature lovers," I said,
"What are you doing here?"
"Just driving past the entrance gates," replied Connor,
inclining his head back down the path.
"We saw you and Jenna heading-up this way."
"Yeah, well don't get any ideas Connor," I muttered.
"We're not rejoining the fold - just in case you were
wondering."
"Nah, its fine," Jer put in. "Mind if we just walk with
you for a while? Nice and relaxing in here isn't it?"
he exchanged glances with Connor, the meaning of which
weren't immediately obvious.
I could hardly fail to notice Connor's eyes as they
alighted momentarily on Jenna's hot little rear end as
she leaned over to brush a couple of leaves off her
shoe. Hardly in a position to judge any such action
myself anyway, having been glancing at that same
prominent set of curves at every opportunity. Seeing
her breasts jiggle slightly as she dislodged the leaves
was something less than a hardship also.
"You look very pretty Jenna," said Jer, his words
carrying a meaning far beyond their immediate
implication. The hot little smile she tossed him was a
bonus! Even though she was now sixteen, girlishness had
yet to be replaced with womanhood and hallelujah for
that!
We had come now to the kids' playground, completely
deserted but for an older couple crossing the far side
of the grassy knoll just behind the swings. I
remembered back to the hours I had spent pushing the
four of them in tandem when they were yet to hit double
figures, in hot summers past.
"Want a swing Jen?" I asked her. "Let's see how high
you can go these days?"
"Oh sure dad," she replied. "In this skirt - you could
see my panties."
"Well don't mind us," Connor quipped, "I think we've
seen more than that before." He actually got a blush
out of her.
"Well keep your legs together sweetie," I suggested.
"Just a quick swing... Jer can give you a push."
I never thought she'd do it.
Nestling her bottom on the small wooden seat, it was
indeed a privileged view momentarily. She gave a little
gasp of girlish tease as a flash of white undies lit up
the retinas of Connor and myself. Jerry was sharing an
equally good aspect however, standing directly behind
her, his hands on her hips as he pushed her higher.
With each successive push it was obvious he was making
contact far lower than was necessary and at the point
Jenna giggled and turning, said, "That's enough I
think, I can do it myself now," his hands were fully
encasing her butt with each push.
Despite the down-draught of each swing, which caused
the hem of her skirt to flare out, so tight did she
keep her legs together and by continuously holding her
skirt down with one hand, we were denied the view we
all cherished. Even Jer had walked around to the front
in the expectation I'd imagine of seeing right up her
tight skirt.
"Such a spoilsport," he muttered, as Jenna slowed to a
halt, after which she alighted from the swing and stood
there, smoothing the denim down over her hips. I had
this sneaking suspicion the exhibitionist in my
daughter had yet to run its course. I so hoped I was
right.
"Hey Jenna," Connor called out, "Come and park yourself
down this-a-way on the slippery dip here." He patted
the shiny plastic at the base of the slide. "Let me
take a couple of pictures of you...if that's OK with
your dad?" He looked across at me.
I just shrugged... didn't bother me.
Jenna flashed one of those devastating smiles she can
produce on cue and sat her curvy little rear down on
the slide while the three of us watched. Connor took
out his camera phone and moved in closer.
Looking around momentarily he opted for the naughty
approach. "Look, there's no-one around sweetheart," he
said to her, "Just give us a flash of those cute little
undies - just once huh?"
With but a second's hesitation, glancing first at me,
Jenna wriggled her hips fractionally which had the
effect of causing the skirt to inch up her thighs.
Parting her legs just slightly, completed the tease, as
the clear triangle of her white cotton undies was
openly displayed. Connor took way more than one picture
if the truth be known. What this was doing to me best
not be admitted, but my resolve lets say, was decidedly
on the wane. Parts of Jerry's anatomy I have reason to
believe, were anything but!
"God, that is so sexy Jenna," Connor muttered and
glancing around once more to confirm the group's
continuing solitude, added in little more than a
whisper, "C'mon, lets see all of them sweetie. Make
your Uncle Connor a happy man"
My mouth was drying up rapidly as Jenna, evidently
willing to "play," rocked back on her bottom, tugging
her skirt right up to her hips and exposing her panties
in totality. The effect was cruelly heightened by her
parting her legs wide, now allowing us all the luxury
of seeing that amazingly feminine indentation for its
full depth. I knew she was enjoying this. What girl
doesn't like to be the center of attention, even
allowing for being in the company of three irascible
old deviates like ourselves?
"Now that's all," she said, tugging her skirt down once
more and sitting demurely on the end of the slide,
hands in her lap. Connor almost dropped his cell phone
in shock.
"You can't leave us like this Jenna," Jerry pleaded. I
don't think he even realised his hand was idly
caressing something it shouldn't be. Jenna realised.
She giggled and looking directly at his groin area,
smiled sweetly.
"Can't trust you two," she replied, glancing then
across at me...."you three, I mean."
I was hurt!
"I didn't start this Jen," I told her..."Don't be
blaming me."
"C'mon dad," she teased, "You didn't stop it either!"
She had a point there.
"Look sweetheart," Connor was cajoling pitifully,
"There's no audience. How about you just give us a
quick look at those sexy little tits you've got hiding
under that top?...just to remind us of what we've
missed all these months. We really have missed you
Jenna...incredibly."
It was the most emotionally charged statement I ever
heard Connor make. Might have brought a lump to my
throat had not one already been forming elsewhere.
"Nooooo," she replied softly, folding her arms across
her chest in an unconscious show of girlish innocence.
"I'm not going to expose myself in a public park."
"Well come home with us then," said Jer, quick as a
flash. Had to pay that one.
To be honest, the image of Jenna getting stripped -
even down to just her undies - right there in that
playground, especially with the potential to be caught
out, was playing havoc with my sense of acceptable
social etiquette.
Connor had moved over meanwhile to where she was
sitting. As she looked up at him almost inquisitively,
he lowered his hand and cupping her left breast smiled
at her.
"Sexy as ever Jenna. Look around, there's no one in
sight sweetie - just a quick flash for us?" He looked
up at me, "You don't mind do you dad?"
"Jenna's call," I answered him.
I couldn't believe what I was saying. Not yet five
months since we had all agreed to take ourselves
completely out of the loop at Harpers and having
totally ceased any and all inter-family by-play, here I
was now acquiescing to Jenna's imminent sexual re-
exploitation. Talk about "Just one more for the road."
Glancing around, and also back down the pathway along
which we had just strolled, Jenna did what she does
best - she giggled. Then with the most sensual of hand
movements she took a hold of her top and pulled it up
quickly. Hooking her fingers en route, beneath what
must have been the skimpiest little bra in her
underwear drawer, she tugged both articles up to
collar-bone level.
I hadn't realised what even a few months of teenage
development could achieve. Rounded and filled-out now
to unprecedented levels of desirable young femininity,
her beautiful breasts shook momentarily as they were
freed-up in the warm early-afternoon sun.
"God Jenna," muttered Jerry. "You are just so lovely."
Indeed, looking at those lightly tanned slim legs as
they disappeared up beneath the denim - short enough
that Jerry and I at least, could clearly see her
panties once more. Her wonderfully flared hips and the
concavity of her abdominal area as it curved up towards
her upper chest - "lovely" seemed a sadly inapt word
for what we were seeing.
Wholly exposed for the ultimately short time that she
was, Jenna sat there proud and smiling prettily. Connor
could hardly be blamed for dropping to his knees,
leaning forwards and suckling her left breast as she
looked down at him with seeming fascination. I saw her
eyes close momentarily as he drew down on her nipple
and the softest of sighs was audible. One hand cupping
her other breast now, he sucked her right nipple.
Barely ten seconds would have elapsed before she tugged
the material back down and the magic was hidden from
us.
No one spoke. There was nothing to say - least nothing
that could adequately address how we were all feeling.
I knew even then that there was no way Jenna would be
leaving that play area without at least one of them
fucking her. I think she would have known it too...
wanted it most likely!
I watched as one suffering temporary paralysis, as
Jerry moved over to join Connor - a man either side of
her now. She put up but the most token of resistance as
they laid her back on that slide, legs draping off the
end of it at the knees. Connor bent over and began
kissing those hot, lightly glossed lips, his hands
starting now to fondle her barely-covered breasts.
Jerry was taking the southern flank and pushing her
skirt even higher than it had naturally slid already.
Those tempting white panties were almost completely
exposed now as she wriggled beneath her assailants'
ministrations. Jerry joined his friend in openly
caressing and abusing the young girl's breasts. I knew
just how hot this must be making her, given the several
months sexual abstinence especially. I watched, as with
his right hand he began then to rub the outside of her
panties at precisely the point her clitoral fold would
have been located. Between Connor's kisses she was
beginning to moan slightly.
There was still no-one around, yet seeing what was
happening right here in broad daylight was hotter than
anything I had ever experienced at any of the parties.
Watching my youngest daughter being sexually molested
in public pretty much, could only be described as the
ultimate turn-on.
Grabbing her around the waist, Connor pulled Jenna down
until her hips were right at the very end of the
slippery-dip, Jerry's hand still up between her now
freely spread legs, rubbing her pussy through the thin
cotton material with unfettered glee.
At the point Connor muttered "Take her panties off
Jer," Jenna tried to sit up.
"Nooo, not here...please," she protested between
kisses, making a grab for them with her free hand as
Jerry tugged them down marginally, displaying the first
dark wisps of some obvious re-growth.
The problem was solved with a minimum of fuss. Jer
moved himself to a vantage point between her well
spaced-apart legs, whilst Connor somewhat indelicately
took a hold of her panties at their narrowest point and
simply tugged them to one side. Her moist and
intriguing little ingress, framed once more by her
natural dark curls was displayed in all its youthful
glory to the three of us - my having to move up and to
one side to compensate for Jerry's torso blocking my
earlier view of proceedings.
There was nothing reticent or even vaguely restrained
about what followed. Extricating what must have been as
solid an erection as ever Jerry had managed, he placed
his penile head right at the entrance to her fully
exposed slit and just pushed right inside her. I heard
her gasp but this was stifled by further kisses from
Connor who had set himself the highly pleasant task of
working her shapely little breasts free once more from
her top. These he was now rubbing and fondling rather
lewdly. I could hardly fail to notice how incredibly
erect her nipples were also, in response to what was
being done to her.
With Jerry basically raping her with unhinged abandon I
doubt Jenna noticed or even cared what Connor was
doing. Certainly no-one had to encourage her to spread
her legs wider - she was overseeing that little
requirement all by herself. Connor even was able to let
go of her panties completely. So spread was she at that
juncture, her pussy remained fully visible and Jerry
able to drive his erection up into her at will.
Watching her being so forcefully taken, her skirt
pushed up around her hips, yet still in her school
knickers, was one of the hotter sights that life has to
offer.
It was over in record time. Jerry, obviously gripped by
orgasmic forces beyond his control, held Jenna tightly
around the hips and for what seemed like ten seconds or
so pumped everything he had and more up inside her.
Judging by her own upward pelvic thrusts, Jenna herself
was little more than a committed female on heat.
As Jerry withdrew from her inner sanctum, breathing
irregularly but flushed obviously with post coital
pleasure, a torrent of milky-whiteness leaked out and
ran visibly down the inside of Jenna's thigh. Connor
even, appeared awed by the sight and stood back looking
down at my daughter as she lay there gasping for
breath, one hand idly caressing her left breast. It
really wasn't a moment for conversation.
In all the sessions I had ever witnessed during the
Harper period, nothing approached the erotic sensuality
of what I had just observed. The ultimate intimacy
being transacted in so public a place. Once more I
glanced around, simply to reassure myself we were all
in no immediate danger of unwanted disclosure.
Speaking of disclosure, Jenna appeared to be in no
hurry to close up those increasingly sticky thighs,
which may have accounted for Connor's decision to take
up the slack left by Jerry's vacating the starting
block.
Manouvering himself between her legs and having taken
out his own vitally interested erection, he leaned down
and whispered something to Jenna I could not hear. Her
swift reaction of a giggly "Nooooo" would suggest an
initial reluctance to comply. With Jerry's prompting
and further persuasion however, I could but stare as
they got her to turn completely over and straddle the
very end of the slide, bending over in such a way as to
suggest she was about to be soundly spanked.
With her curvy little rear-end displayed to the max
now, and with Jerry, after glancing around nervously to
ensure their continued privacy, beginning to grope her
breasts freely - an activity unfortunately quite
obscured, by virtue of her back being to us, Connor
parted her legs again while with his free hand he was
obviously pulling her panties aside once more.
Jenna gave the loudest of gasps as he penetrated her.
Her legs appeared to buckle momentarily but by
supporting herself with both hands grasping the edge of
the slide, she was able to maintain the status quo.
Holding her hips tightly, Connor spared no energy in
his quest for seminal finality. Thrusting up hard into
her, his labored breathing was matched by Jenna's cries
of passion. I actually walked around in front of the
tableau and the view I have to report - Connor fucking
her tail lights out and Jerry rubbing and pulling on
her fully exposed breasts - was not exactly a visual
hardship.
Jenna was in extremis. Public place or not, nothing
could have eased her fully wanton pleasures at that
moment short of a high-pressure water-cannon. At the
moment Connor shot his bolt... the analogy with the
water cannon was not that far off the mark.
"For God's sake Jenna," Connor was muttering between
his respiratory distress. "You are so the hottest
little tease on the planet." There was no-one up for an
argument there.
As Jenna slid to a sitting position on the edge of the
grass, right alongside the slippery-dip, she tugged her
skirt and top back down. Her hair was a mess! The three
of us sat around her in a near semi-circle. As she
raised her eyes to me, questioning... I just shook my
head.
"Don't even think about it Jenna." I said. "Of course I
want to... "want" is a slight understatement
sweetheart... but we made a decision. I have to stick
with it."
"Are you sure dad?" she pouted, parting her legs
sufficiently to show me the foolhardiness of my attempt
to take so high a moral standpoint.
"C'mon Noel," Jerry piped up. "You knocking back your
own daughter's charms. Never thought I'd live to see
it!"
Connor put his arm around her waist and whispered
something to her softly. Next instant Jenna was letting
him kiss her passionately again, quite as if there were
no tomorrow. This 'walk-in-the-park' idea had
definitely been ill-timed I was thinking.
Connor's wandering hands were once again on the move. I
watched bemused, as he began once more pushing that
short little skirt towards its northern horizons. At
the point Jerry's hand began inching its way up between
her legs also, she gave a little yelp of surprise (and
encouragement) as they both continued dexterously
exploring her most intimate bodily attractions.
I definitely wasn't needed to come-on as a substitute -
not the way this game was panning out.
On her back and giggling uncontrollably, both men were
kissing Jenna in turn while teasing her motor-sensory
freeway from nipple to vulva. She was fully hotwired.
One could only describe the paedophilic scenario as
"deliciously decadent."
In hindsight I suppose it had been the "piece-de-
resistance" all three of us were thinking about but not
admitting to. The thrill of stripping Jenna in public.
Whilst I could never have brought myself to do this to
her - I certainly wasn't averse to seeing someone else
do it.
With both shoes already gone, there was no lower
impediment to their pulling her panties right down.
With a hand each either side beneath the elastic, it
was the work of but two seconds to tug those sexy
little cotton briefs down to her ankles. Jer oversaw
their removal while Jenna gasped and spluttered. "God,
not my panties guys!"
She tried desperately to cover her now fully exposed
triangle of dark curls - which given her wriggling and
general struggles, was causing even more semen to run
out of her delightfully sexy little cleft.
"Hold her waist Jer," Connor instructed, and on the
instant this was accomplished, he yanked her "Foxy
Princess" top right off, leaving her squirming on her
back clad only in that skimpy bra and with her skirt
bunched up around her waist. The view up between her
legs was murder.
"Dad... Dad," she pleaded. "Please don't let them strip
me - not out here! That is soo embarrassing."
My paternal instincts were long departed. The more
embarrassing the better! At the moment Jerry unzipped
her skirt, Connor had the bra straps right down her
arms. Both were tossed away on the instant. Seeing her
lying there fully naked now and oh! so vulnerable, I
think I felt a coronary coming on. It was definitely
worth it.
Sitting up and trying to cover her breasts, she made a
lunge for her clothes. Connor, ever alert to the
devious ways of a naked young girl however, grabbed her
wrists and pulled her to him. She fell across his body
lengthways, her breasts squashed up rather nattily
against his shirt. He should be so lucky! Jerry
kneeling beside the struggling and slim-hipped form,
delivered a pretty decent smack flush upon those
jiggling cheeks. Jenna let out an audible yelp as one
small hand was suddenly relegated to bottom-protecting
duty.
As before, the more she struggled whilst lying on
Connor, the more hard-core the view appeared up between
her thighs. It is only when you get to see a very young
girl fully naked (struggling and pleading also, is just
icing on the cake) that the utter beauty and perfection
of all those curves becomes apparent. Jerry seemed
intent on working his digital way across all of them
that afternoon it would appear.
Finding it next to impossible all this time, to keep my
own erection from indulging its biological preferences,
I had been forced to take things into my own hands as
it were - albeit within the confines of my own three-
quarter-zipped privacy.
With Jenna still struggling futilely to reach her
clothes, having both taken turns at spanking that hot
naked little backside just for the Hell of it, they had
her now fully on her back, wedged between them as they
lay on their sides, doing one imagines, pretty much
whatever they felt like to her. Her overall nudity was
temporarily less obvious being shielded by the two male
bodies either side of her prostrate body.
Virtually kneeling there, my hand continued to apply
its frictionalised requirements to an area thus in
need. Concentrating on nothing else, I suffered instant
apoplectic shock on hearing not more than a few feet
behind me.
"What are they doing to that girl Mister? Why's she
naked like that?"
Turning round fully mortified, I saw the two young
cyclists we had passed earlier, on the way in to the
park.
Karma had most assuredly caught up with me!
(c) August 2005 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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