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

***

Just one of the previously un-published Harper Valley 
episodes that occurred last year and which I am now 
more at ease in sharing with the general populous. (Mf, 
ped, inc, mast, bd, orgy)

***

Mick Jagger may once have had difficulty in obtaining 
some degree of "Satisfaction." That certainly hadn't 
been my problem. More a case of heading up towards my 
"Nineteenth Nervous Breakdown." Nothing can be for ever 
though and the events of the past few weeks are 
bringing us inexorably to some sort of closure. 
Incredible though all this has been, I needed my life 
back in order and my daughters' back on track. 

It started a few days after Steve's second party. Both 
Kylie and Jenna were spending more and more time in 
each other's room. Natalie even was becoming a frequent 
visitor to one or the other and the level of communal 
giggling was clearly betraying their increasingly 
shared sexual indulgencies. Whilst common-sense 
dictated I keep myself at arms' length, other areas of 
my anatomy were willing an imminent participation, 
which came to a head as it were, the night Natalie 
called down to me, "Dad, would you come up here for a 
moment please."

Rather than detail the ins and outs of that preliminary 
four-way tag-team event, let me merely make the point, 
that what went down that night was way outside the 
scope of the Kinsey Report. Only the imminent return of 
my son around 11 pm. averted the potential for 
untreatable, though shared skin damage. As it was, all 
of us were in need of some major tlc - the girls, top 
and bottom. Sexual excesses of this nature beget yet 
more carnal indulgence. 

One becomes desensitised, fully uninhibited and as far 
as Kylie at least was concerned, just plain insatiable. 
Schoolgirls perhaps, what I was seeing though was a 
growing dependence on our family interplay and a 
preference all round it seemed for unhinged sexual 
involvement. To put it crudely, all three were more 
than happy to be fucked senseless in front of each 
other and with a growing need for concurrent 
participating sibling involvement.

Be that as it may, a short time later I had worse 
things to worry about. The Wednesday following for 
example! Winging my way to the school bus-bay to pick 
up both girls as I have done for the last God-knows how 
many years, I was puzzled when only Jenna appeared to 
be standing there waiting. 

"Where's your sister?" I asked, presuming she had 
either gotten a lift with one of her friends, as she 
occasionally has, or had stayed back for sports 
practice.

"Ohh, not sure dad," Jenna replied as we swung into the 
exit lane - behind the other two hundred parents' cars. 
She didn't sound too convincing and seemed to be 
avoiding direct eye-contact which was quite unlike her. 
I knew immediately something was up. They both have 
cell phones so obviously they would have been talking 
at some stage.

"C'mon Jenna," I said, "You're holding out on me."

She was looking increasingly uncomfortable in her 
enforced silence. Even so, sitting hunched up there in 
the seat beside me, her shortish uniform revealing 
sufficient young leg to be providing more than enough 
of an arousal factor. I was thinking all the wrong 
things in all the right places. 

At the next corner she just looked across at me and 
visibly unsure of how to continue, simply said.

"Oh dad, you're going to be soo mad!" I suspected that 
much already.

"She's at Jerry's place dad. She didn't want you to 
know." How I avoided a rear-end collision I don't know. 
I swung off into the first side-street!

"What do you mean, she's at Jerry's place?" I killed 
the motor. "You'd better tell me the whole story 
Jenna," I said, "Real quick!"

Between nervous glances and agitated hand movements I 
got the gist of it. It wasn't good! Seems Jerry had 
been calling her once in a while and asking if she'd 
like to "trade a day's school" for a little "fun," much 
the same as I heard him and Brad offer her that day in 
the Pleasure Dome. Up until today, and I was prepared 
to believe Jenna on this point, she had declined the 
invite. 

He had even apparently extended the offer to include 
both of them, trooper that he is, not that Jenna was 
interested in taking him up on the offer it seems. I 
should be thankful for small mercies. Apparently Jerry 
had called the previous evening and pleaded with her to 
"just be naughty" for one day and Kylie had cracked. 
The deal had been apparently that he would pick her up 
just after I dropped them both of them off, then take 
her back to school late afternoon in time for me to 
pick both girls up - me supposedly none the wiser!

"So why isn't she here now Jenna?" I asked, probably 
able to guess the answer. 

"You've spoken to her haven't you?" I added, seeing as 
no immediate reply was forthcoming.

She hesitated, "You're going to be really mad now," she 
half-whispered, before continuing on. "But I guess 
you'll find out anyway. She text-messaged me just after 
recess... Brad went over there too."

"God Jenna, are you serious?" I snapped. "You're 
telling me she's been in that house with both of them 
all day?"

Jenna looked mortified. "I'm sorry," she muttered. "I 
should have told you shouldn't I?"

"Yes sweetheart," I replied, hastily restarting the 
motor. "You should. Fact is though, Kylie should have 
known better herself. She should never have gone there 
alone. She's only sixteen...and with two adult men who 
should have more sense themselves. Let's just go get 
her shall we?" 

Even as I changed into fourth, I was seeing her sitting 
alongside Jerry that morning and hearing her giggle as 
he doubtless slipped a hand up under her uniform and 
between her legs as he drove home. I wondered if she 
had worn her sexy little white cotton school knickers 
or slipped on a hot black g-string for him. Either way 
she would have had him so hard. As for Brad's 
involvement, I was prepared now for everything, from 
pregnancy to aggravated rape... if not both! 

As I mentioned, Jerry's house is barely ten minutes 
from our place. Pulling up outside, I saw Brad's 
Wrangler and Jerry's Previa in the driveway. The latter 
bringing to mind immediately, recalled images of Kylie 
on her knees in the back that night, while Jerry and I 
took our pleasures with her as we waited for Michelle 
to get home (as was succinctly described in the 
unpublished but marginally distributed eleventh HV 
episode) There really was no escaping the fact that now 
in hindsight, this current situation was totally my own 
fault.

Knocking, procured not the slightest response. Jenna 
pulled out her cell.

"No, don't call her Jenna," I said, We'll go round the 
back. "Hey, maybe you should wait in the car 
sweetheart." I added, having second thoughts.

"No way dad," she muttered, "She's my sister you know." 
She had a point.

As expected, the rear door to the kitchen was open and 
we let ourselves in. Judging by the washing-up still in 
the racks, the residents had had other things occupying 
their attentions it would seem. Some indistinct dialog 
was audible which was obviously coming from upstairs. 
Jenna and I glanced at each other - both unsurprised I 
imagine. Making our way to Jerry's bedroom we paused 
before entering. Clearly Kylie was still alive at 
least, judging by several girlish "Oh, ohh, ohhh's" 
headed our way. 

Trying to figure the best way to handle our entrance, 
no plan was readily forming. Stuff it, I just shoved 
the door open. 

Never having fainted outright in my life, this was as 
close as ever I came. To doing it. Jenna made some 
half-choking sounds as her hand flew to her mouth.

It wasn't just the fact that Kylie, her back to us, was 
seated on a small wicker-chair between the bed and the 
mirrored built-ins, her arms and wrists bound tightly 
behind her. It wasn't the fact that her crumpled 
uniform being pushed way up beyond her hips and 
unzipped at the back right the way to her bottom, 
afforded her less than no modesty. 

Her white knickers and bra I noticed were still lying 
on the bed, where someone had apparently gotten them 
off her pretty damn quick. I could even live with the 
fact that Brad and Jerry were holding her legs wide 
apart as they groped and fondled both her breasts with 
quite obvious relish. 

No, what drained entirely the color from my face, was 
Warwick right up there between her legs fucking her... 
make that raping her, like there was no tomorrow. Steve 
wanking himself to kingdom-come, his outsize manhood 
angled directly at her face while Connor of all people 
was crouched down alongside Jerry, busily engaged 
seeing just how far under her bottom he could slip his 
hands and with a particular locale in mind I imagine.

Such were her restraints that one could not immediately 
tell whether Kylie was a willing participant although I 
had the impression that wide as her legs were being 
held - she could probably have gotten them wider.

The ponderance was swiftly laid to rest seconds later, 
as between several barely conscious "Ohh... ohhhh's!" 
we both suddenly heard her quite audibly plead, "Fuck 
me... Oh fuck me," her pretty hair jiggling around her 
shoulders as Warwick rode out his final seconds. 

That he and Jerry had seen us entering the room was 
beyond question. There was simply no stopping a fully 
loaded freight train without brakes. 

In the seconds following our entry, Warwick consummated 
the act by spurting whatever it was he had left, as far 
up inside her reproductive system as he was able. To 
judge by his demeanor he was finding the experience 
much to his liking. Steve too had worked himself into 
sufficient a frenzy to unload a quantity of his best 
vintage across Kylie's face and breasts, least such 
that were exposed between the on-going groping session.

"I trust you all have an explanation for this?" was all 
I could think to say. If the truth be known, the sight 
before us was not without a certain arousal-factor.

"Jesus Christ," said Brad, spinning one eighty degrees 
and backing off from the chair like it was an uninvited 
leper. Kylie herself jerked her head round and seeing 
us both standing by the door, managed a combination 
blush, gasp and yelp. Her expression was one of 
cringing embarrassment. Closing up her legs, all she 
could get out was "Ohhh dad!" Glistening cum ran the 
length of her cheek I noticed, seemingly following the 
trajectory of an earlier ten-gun salute, to judge by 
the tell-tale stains on both her forehead and other 
cheek. 

"God," muttered Connor, his two hands swiftly withdrawn 
from beneath my daughter's hot little rear-end.

"Close," I said, then looking at Jerry, "Yeah now about 
that explanation?"

"I-it's not like it seems Noel," he stammered. "We have 
done nothing she wasn't agreeable to."

I paused...

"So she asked you to tie her up Jer?....and to get your 
friends down too... right?" 

He looked mortified. I walked over and began undoing 
the rope. Close-too I could see the full result of 
their frenetic activities. It was not only her face 
bore streaks of dried cum. Her breasts, lower abdomen, 
thighs - even her back, bore witness to the multiple 
seminal sprayings she had been subjected to. Finger 
marks the length of her thighs and across her breasts 
further enhanced the images of their five-way carnal 
interaction. 

"I give you my word Noel, she let us. Jerry was saying. 
"We asked her if we could. This morning, after she said 
Brad could come over, I asked if she'd let the other 
three come as well. It's the truth."

I looked down at Kylie who having zipped her uniform 
back up and tugging her dress down, was just sitting 
there rubbing her wrists. So hot did she look at that 
second, small breasts clearly visible down her top, and 
especially with the knowledge she was sans underwear, I 
could have taken her myself.

"Dad, I'm so sorry, I know I shouldn't have come here." 
She was looking up at me. "I did say they could tie me 
up though and they haven't hurt me or done anything I 
didn't want. It's my fault too I didn't get back to 
school at 3.00 pm. I just kinda lost track of the 
time." 

That, I could well believe. I had to admit one thing, 
that despite whatever had come to pass the last few 
hours in Jerry's place, Kylie was certainly looking 
agreeably healthy!

Jenna had come across now and was kneeling there 
holding her sister's hand. I would have expected 
slightly more decorum under the circumstances but give 
Brad his due...he is a committed child molester. 

"Hey Jenna," He called out. "You wanna come here and 
sit with us on the bed for a few minutes while your 
sister gets herself ready?....if that's OK with your 
dad of course." 

I was about to say "Go fuck yourself Brad," when I 
caught Jenna's expression. A cross between "Ohhh that's 
naughty" and "Can I dad?" I knew she was up for 
it....and God, did I want to see that?

Seating myself in the one spare chair over by Jerry's 
desk, I motioned to Kylie to come and sit on my lap. 
Jenna was sidling over to the bed where all five of 
them were now crouched like hyenas on heat. They made a 
space for her in the middle.

Clambering on to the bed, her hot little bottom 
presented momentarily, a rather appealing image of 
youthful sexuality. Steve must have thought much the 
same thing as he gave it a light swat with this hand. 
The brief contact with her bottom was just sufficient 
to cause her skirt to flip upwards, displaying her 
light blue knickers to all and sundry. Jenna yelped and 
turned her head to Brad admonishing him in as 
flirtatious a manner as she could muster. I hugged 
Kylie as she sat with her back to me on my lap. 

Across the way, Connor was waving Kylie's knickers and 
bra in Jenna's face. "See? your sister let us take hers 
off Jenna...You wanna be a good girl and let us do the 
same with yours?" Warwick was already kissing her as 
they drew her up between them all. Never had I gotten 
so hard so quickly. This fact was not lost on Kylie it 
seems, who just giggled softly, turned her head to me 
and muttered, "Dad!!!"

"Nooooo" Jenna responded. "You just asked me to sit 
with you." Goddamn she's such a fully-fledged tease 
these days!

"Well how about you just show us your knickers for a 
second then?" asked Connor, quite obviously availing 
himself of the reasonably good viewing angle down her 
top, three-quarters buttoned up as it was.

"OK just for a moment then," she giggled, before taking 
hold of the hem of her school dress and yanking it 
upwards for perhaps three seconds. In that time I would 
imagine, all five of them were rendered completely 
rigid...always assuming they weren't already. Taking-in 
that briefly exposed but exquisitely arousing view up 
between the legs, of my youngest daughter's little blue 
frillies, my hands were understandably inching towards 
Kylie's lap.

"Show us your bra now sweetheart," said Warwick, one 
hand already heading towards his groin. "Don't be shy 
honey, we've been looking at what your sister keeps in 
hers all afternoon." They all guffawed.

Blushing imperceptibly, she reached-up and began 
undoing her top few buttons. The suspense was killing 
everyone. 

Shyly then letting her top gape open, her flimsy little 
matching blue bra - little more than a crop-top really 
-was revealed to all comers. Entranced myself and 
concurrently nuzzling Kylie's neck, my right hand 
slipped beneath the hem of her uniform, moving ever 
upwards. The insides of her sleek thighs were aflame, 
or was it my burgeoning lust? I really couldn't tell. 
As I reached that which I sought, she wriggled on my 
lap, pushing back into my chest while her legs parted 
to accommodate my fingers as they worked their way 
between her thighs and through her rather dainty pubic 
hair, soft and curly as it was.

"Just be gentle dad," she whispered, snuggling against 
me and looking up as she spoke. "I'm a bit sore down 
there." 

"Oh, do tell," I responded. "How many times did they 
fuck you sweetheart?"

"A lot," she giggled, before glancing back towards her 
younger sister. 

Over on the bed, things were hotting up - and fast! 
Warwick and Steve, obviously less than satisfied with a 
quick tease, had Jenna's zip down at the back and 
despite her best struggles and gasps of "Nooo, don't 
strip me," were slipping her arms out of her uniform. 
The more she wriggled around the hotter she was making 
them all. 

"Mmmmmm," said Warwick slipping one hand down inside 
her bra. "We really need to get these out I think." 
Steve it would seem, needed no further prompting and as 
he finally got the clasp unhooked behind her, Connor 
reached up and pulled the tiny little bra down at the 
front. They had her arms out in a flash. The sight of 
Jenna's pert breasts as they slid into view pushed me 
completely into the Twilight Zone. With two fingers 
well up inside Kylie's pussy, sore or not, I had her 
fuse well and truly lit.

Across the way, Jerry and Steve had Jenna pretty well 
on her back while Connor and Brad had her school dress 
up around her waist and were in the process of pulling 
her panties down - while she begged them half-heartedly 
to desist, courtesy of one of her best "please don't 
even think of stopping" appeals.

"Sit on my lap facing me Kylie," I mumbled hoarsely. It 
was the work of but a second to get her thus angled. 
Hastily unbuttoning her dress I leaned forward and 
kissed her breasts which merely served to throw the 
turbo switch. She was moaning even at this stage and as 
I gently began to suckle her I had another shock. The 
milkiest of fluids began to seep from her nipples, 
evidence if such be needed, that they must all have 
been sucking her pretty hard for several hours. 

She wasn't fully lactating obviously, but what had 
appeared to be the onset of pre-milk-flow some weeks 
earlier was now clearly at the next stage. Certainly 
her breasts were fuller and more rounded than they had 
been even a month or two ago. These physical changes in 
so young a girl simply hot-wired my senses. Perhaps the 
extra-curricular night-time activity with her two 
sisters of late had contributed in part to this 
phenomenon. 

Extracting my erection as I suckled her, I pulled her 
to me until I felt the head begin to penetrate her 
labia. I was both shocked and aroused to feel copious 
amounts of semen trickling out of her as I very gently 
eased my way inside. I felt her wince a couple of times 
but drawing down on her nipples had the desired effect 
and she clung to me. I kissed her and told her how much 
I loved and wanted her. In that moment she was as much 
my ethereally desirable lover as she was my daughter. 
Contrary to accepted social dictates - there is a point 
on that event-horizon when those twin identities can 
briefly blur the line between fantasy and reality. 

Jenna's world meanwhile was one of tortuous pleasure, 
although at that particular moment she would doubtless 
have been the last to admit it. Brad had her knickers 
completely down now, her right leg free of them as they 
clung rather alluringly to her left ankle. Her small 
triangle of dark hair - cute'n curly like her sister's 
- was now fully exposed to the men, two of whom were 
taking the opportunity to fondle her between her legs. 

Steve and Warwick, both of whom have an inarguable 
fixation with young girls' breasts, were rubbing and 
groping Jenna's for all they were worth. Wriggling 
enticingly as she was held down, she found herself now 
in precisely the same sartorial condition as her sister 
had been but minutes earlier. Clad only in her 
crumpled-up outer uniform, completely exposed above and 
below the waist with merely the suggestion of being 
dressed.

Connor I noted, from what I could see at least around 
Kylie's shoulders, was obviously becoming emotionally 
inflamed by the scene before him, seeing as he had 
begun to kiss Jenna on the lips with what appeared to 
be unrestrained passion. Just seeing her put her arms 
up around his shoulders totally did it for me.

If Kylie was moaning, I couldn't hear it above my own 
heart-beat. There was nothing but a red-mist. I knew I 
was holding her tightly around the bottom and that 
however hard I was thrusting up inside her, it wasn't 
enough for either of us. Someone made the point in our 
direction "Fuck her harder Noel - God, is that hot or 
what? " but then another voice - a young girl's, came 
to me from the inner depths of this raging 
turmoil......"I love you daddy!" 

For an instant I just gazed down at the openly aroused, 
emotionally involved and sexually gifted teenage dream 
that was the uniquely beautiful daughter on my lap and 
without any further effort, came so heavily in her I 
know she felt it, even as my sperm sprayed her inner 
cavity. I held her to me, making no attempts to 
extricate my erection, as she just lay her head on my 
shoulder and whimpered quietly.

Jenna wasn't whimpering! She wasn't able to! The 
tableau on the bed was a seething mass of erotic 
degeneracy. Jerry had his cock so far up my daughter it 
was line-ball as to whose pleasure was the greatest. He 
was aided in this venture by having Brad and Connor 
holding her legs impressively wide while Steve and 
Warwick were both playing with and sucking her hot 
little jiggling breasts as they wanked themselves to 
Paradise. All within reach, were taking turns kissing 
her. 

"Fuck Jenna, you're just getting sexier by the minute," 
muttered Jerry as he quite obviously came in her big-
time. Her lower abdomen I could see was fairly rippling 
as he filled her tight little pussy, indicative most 
likely of her own orgasm coming to fruition on-site. 

They let go of her and Jenna just lay there, the 
ultimately contended Cheshire cat, not even bothering 
to close up her legs. She simply held her pussy tight 
with both hands as she struggled for breath. Both 
Warwick and Steve I could see, had spurted a heap of 
'white lightning' across both her nipples. Steve was 
idly rubbing his contribution into her left breast as I 
watched.

"God Noel," said Brad, "Your daughters are just un-
real. I hope you don't mind me saying this, but if only 
Natalie was here too." I was thinking the same thing 
myself!

"Can we just tie her up for a few minutes?" broke my 
post-orgasmic contemplation. It was Brad (of course) 
Jenna half sat up, pulling her crumpled uniform down as 
she did do. "Nooooooo, not that ," she pleaded. I had 
to see it, and nodded my acquiescence. Kylie had turned 
herself around and was sitting with her back to me 
again, obviously wanting to watch her little sister's 
fate.

"C'mon dad," Jenna half-giggled. "This is really 
naughty!" 

Before she had time to launch any major offensive, 
Steve had her arms pinioned behind her back whilst 
Warwick, retrieving the rope from the floor, handed it 
to Connor. They had her restrained in seconds.

If you have never had the opportunity of either seeing, 
let alone taking part in any sexual activity with a 
girl whose hands are firmly tied behind her, then your 
education is sadly lacking my friend. The sheer 
vulnerability of a young girl thus bound, her breasts 
and most everything else at the mercy of her captors, 
is a turn-on par excellence...as much for the girl 
herself I can safely vouch!

Dragging her off the bed, they sat her in the chair, 
her wrists wedged securely behind the high back. 
Surrounded by all five men, she gasped as Jerry knelt 
down and began pushing her dress back up towards hip 
level once more. Even with her legs clasped together we 
could all see the top of her pubic hair with its depth 
of ready promise. 

As Jerry began spreading her legs, Warwick's semen-cum-
lately could be seen seeping out of her pussy and 
running down the inside of her thighs. Connor and Brad 
meanwhile, responding to Steve's quite vocal demands of 
"Lets see her tits guys," had pulled the top of her 
uniform apart and were simply gazing at her exposed 
little breasts, heaving as they were from anticipation 
I imagine.

Being fully unable to defend herself or indeed prevent 
any aspect of her body being viewed, fondled or 
indecently dealt-with, Jenna simply had to put up with 
it. You can understand too, that simply looking wasn't 
entirely satisfying for those present. 

"I've just got to fuck her," announced Brad to no-one 
in particular. Poor Jenna could but watch as with 
Warwick and Steve holding her legs wide apart, Brad 
stationed himself between her thighs and experimentally 
rubbed the head of his erection the full length of her 
still-dripping slit. Her gasps this time were 
considerably more meaningful and as he slipped in to 
her a few centimetres, she began shaking her head from 
side to side - the very image of an imminent rape 
victim.

"C'mon Jenna," he said, you love it! Following which he 
pushed in to her right to the hilt. Jenna's eyes opened 
wide - she barely noticed Connor lowering his mouth to 
her right nipple which he then engaged with his lips 
and began sucking greedily. Kylie and I noticed though! 
Although shocked by her sister's predicament, her own 
hand was inching its way between her legs. Mine had 
found her breasts meanwhile and I was finding the 
sensation of rubbing her nipples between my thumbs and 
forefinger almost as arousing as she was!

As Brad began fucking her in earnest, Connor and Jerry 
tipped the chair backwards a few degrees which had the 
effect of raising her hips slightly as well as making 
penetration both easier and deeper. Brad was pretty 
much drooling now as he unwound his pent-up energies 
within her tiny frame. So far gone was Jenna at that 
stage, they had no need of holding her legs apart and 
her predictable requests to be "fucked harder" 
certainly didn't go unanswered. It was over very 
quickly and as Brad pulled out, he leaned forward and 
kissed her on the lips.

"I've said it before sweetheart, and I'll say it 
again," he was breathing with inordinate difficulty. 
"You and your sisters are the hottest little girls on 
this here planet. Your father has to be the luckiest 
guy!"

Almost moved by this outpouring, I was just relishing 
the supremely enjoyable feel of Kylie's young bottom on 
my knees when Connor whisked his ass around in front of 
Jenna and before anyone much could speak, took out his 
impressively crafted erection and thrust it straight up 
into her. I had never seen him acting so forcefully. 
This was pure animal. Jenna was reduced to little cries 
and whimpers as he fucked her unmercifully in front of 
all of us. 

Straining to get a handle on this awesome sight 
unravelling just a few feet from where we sat, Kylie 
too was equally stunned......well, up until the point 
that Steve came over, pulled her hand out from between 
her legs and set in motion his own little rape session, 
even as she sat on my lap. 

Under normal circumstances of course I would have 
jacked-up about this little development but these were 
far from "normal circumstances." What we had here were 
two young schoolgirls completely on heat (sore as one 
of them was) and wanting to be fucked 
insensible......though I would have thought Kylie had 
already achieved that status. 

With Jenna literally crying out in passion as Connor 
showed her what can happen to naughty little teases 
when they insist on spreading their legs, Kylie was 
reduced to grunts and "Ohhh's" as Steve took her apart, 
coming well inside her within seconds.

A strange silence ensued as the smell of animalistic 
sex pervaded every corner of that room. Both Kylie and 
Jenna were panting, their faces flushed and acutely 
attractive in their post orgasmic state. Although 
Warwick was wanting his turn with Jenna (as was I)...by 
general consensus she had definitely had enough. Kylie 
was simply clutching her pussy and moaning softly as I 
held her to me.

They untied Jenna and both girls were handed back their 
bras and knickers. Watching them put those back on was 
sheer torture I should add and God, I have seen it so 
often now, you would think I would be feeling blasé at 
the sight. It's just getting worse. The uniforms don't 
help either!

Luckily no-one else was yet back when we got home. 
Upstairs, I had Kylie undress, at which time the full 
extent of her day's involvement was patently obvious. 
Almost bruised... her breasts were red and splotchy and 
bore still, evidence of much gratuitous fondling. 

She didn't want to talk about her fading-red bottom, 
but quite obviously there had been some in-depth 
spanking transacted on that hot little rear-end and 
without the protection of any knickers I would say. As 
for her pussy, it looked exactly what it was... fucked 
stupid! Her labia were swollen and the skin puffy well 
up into her pubic hair. Definitely time for a long hot 
shower - and handfuls of soothing cream. Courtesy of my 
hands of course. 

Jenna was fine. Wanting me to fuck her silly obviously 
while Kylie was in the shower which as it so happened 
correlated exactly with my own plans. She is such a 
delightful little tease!

So yeah, we were a tad late getting dinner that evening 
and this was but the beginning of both the most active 
phase of the entire Harper Valley interlude as such, as 
well as the onset of closure, in terms of a return to 
normal family life.

Copyright 2005 Peter_Pan

"The Complete Harper Valley" 
http://www.lulu.com/content/106537

Other Erotic Tales: http://www.lulu.com/content/166938

Visit also "The World of Peter_Pan" 
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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