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When The Sun Goes Down on Harper Valley - Intro
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
***
No more than a shameless "preview" of the latest Harper
Valley book. We may as a family have seceded from the
fortnightly gatherings, but life goes on in the Valley,
NOTHING is irreplaceable and certainly "no-one" is
bigger than the game itself! (Mf, ped, inc, 1st, mast)
***
I haven't been entirely honest with you all. Not in
what I have detailed let me quickly admit, but rather
in what I HAVEN'T told you.
Whether or not I have a need to confess my involvement
(and at this juncture, you should know that Jenna.
Kylie and Natalie have no inkling of what I am about to
relate) is open to speculation. I have simply come to a
decision recently, to open a window if you like, into a
shadowy world of sexually unhinged indulgence, that in
some quarters will be denounced as deviate in the
extreme, in others, as being at the zenith of erotic
good fortune. To whichever camp you subscribe, it
ultimately matters nothing to me - I am just the
storyteller.
Pinpointing the origins of the weekend in question is
simple enough. Those of you who have read the Harper
Valley recollection entitled "They Shoot Hussies Don't
They?" may remember that was the occasion that my three
girls' English teacher - Graham Saville, first
introduced his daughters Chloe and Kirsten to the
madding crowd. Chloe at that stage was just thirteen
and her little sister only ten.
Not surprisingly, the novelty of involving girls of
that age in such sexual opportunities as thus presented
themselves that day, took the short-term fancy of
several fathers - their own included evidently. No more
than forty-eight hours after the party at Connor's
house had broken up, I had a call from Jer, who always
tended to see himself as group spokesperson.
"Well what did you think of the party?" he asked.
Not sure what he was expecting me to say, I just
replied, "One hell of an afternoon Jer, my three are
still pretty sore actually."
He was quiet for a moment then asked abruptly, "What'd
ya think of Chloe and Kirsten?"
Immediately, images of the ten-year old on Connor's bed
with Jenna's hand up between her legs, replayed
themselves quite involuntarily. They were followed by
recalled images of Kirsten gasping with surprise, as
both Connor and Sandy sprinkled liberal amounts of
talcum powder over her tiny and as yet only partially
developed breasts.
"I think we got lucky Jer, to be honest," I answered.
"Why do you ask?"
Again a slight hesitation. "There's been kinda a
development," he drawled cryptically.
"What sort of development might that be Jer," I asked.
He did after all, always love to dramatise anything
given half a chance.
"Well it goes without saying Noel," I heard him cough
for effect, "Girls that age - you know what I'm saying
- really young girls, just have the edge don't they?"
I was going to ask "what edge?" but of course I knew
precisely what he meant. I just liked to kid myself I
was above such contemplations. Nevertheless, I wasn't
gonna make it easy for him.
"Well sure Jer," I said "Who but a fool could argue the
semantics of any under-age drawcard? But what's your
point my friend?"
"What if I told you we were organising a one-off night
with Graham's two and a few other cute little things
that their father's have pledged to bring along?"
I genuinely was stumped for an immediate reply but
after a moment, came out with, "I'd say....why ya
telling me that Jer? Firstly, Jenna and Kylie are in
their mid to late teens so what relevance my
involvement? Secondly, what is it you're angling for -
my blessing?"
"You're telling me you're not interested? He sounded
speechless.
"I'm telling you, its really none of my business Jer
and anyway pre-teen exploitation really isn't my scene
- undoubted pleasures that such might bring.
"You are such a hypocrite," he levelled at me. "What
the hell were you doing with Chloe then? From what I
could see you had her panties off in record time and if
that was simulated sex you two were having, then my
optician is up for retirement...Oh and guess what
mate?" he ranted on, "Just five weeks ago she was still
only twelve...a bona-fide pre-teen my friend."
Ok, so he had a point. I could hardly leave him with
the upper hand however.
"Five weeks is five weeks though Jer," I countered.
"She was still a teenie any way you cut it. But I do
admit (I was feeling vaguely concessional) that seeing
little Kirsten being stripped and fondled, not to
mention Connor shaking baby powder over her nipples,
was just about as hot as it gets."
"Thank God for small mercies," Jer muttered, "I was
beginning to think you'd lost it Noel." Neither of us
spoke for a moment. "So ARE you interested in coming
next Saturday?" he continued on. "Graham says he'll
bring both Chloe and Kirsten. Two other fathers have
said they will bring their daughters - one's ten,
another's eleven, I'm not sure about the others. Even
Warwick has said he knows a friend of a friend who
would be more than happy to "borrow" another eleven or
twelve-year old for the occasion."
I was going to ask how anyone could possibly know
someone who would "lend" their pre-teen daughter for a
sex party...but if it was at all likely - Warwick would
definitely know them. Something I have never told you
all about Warwick you really should be made aware of.
He is a high-ranking barrister - stoic defender of the
faith! Almost laughable isn't it?
"Tell you what Jer," I replied, "Just to keep you all
honest I might put in an appearance. If for no other
reason - I rather like little Chloe, I might just take
it upon myself to watch out for her and her little
sister's welfare. Where's the gathering set down for by
the way?"
"Brad's place Sunday. We're starting later - around
five-thirty-ish." came the reply.
"Makes sense," I laughed, "Gives everyone time to
attend afternoon Mass!"
**
Had no problem explaining my absence to the girls the
following Sunday, simply telling them I had to work on
some new software applications with my business partner
cross town. They pretty much all had things to do
anyway.
Arriving at Brad's home it looked like the place had
been decorated for Aaron Carter's eighth birthday. I
wondered if there plans afoot for everyone to wing-it
to the local McDonald's for a piece of sponge-cake with
a sparkler in it.
"Jeeze, how old ARE these girls?" I was wondering. I
didn't have long to find out.
Graham was pretty much the first there and having
little Chloe run up and hug me was anything but a
hardship. Neither was looking at her. I realise there
probably shouldn't be, but there is something
intrinsically sexy about very young girls in party
dresses that seem to bridge the gap so readily between
child and young adult. Chloe's certainly did that - a
pretty yellow cotton number gathered at the waist,
which was also doing a piss-poor job of concealing her
hot little breasts, which even at thirteen, were doing
their best to promote their welcome presence.
Kirsten was no less attractively presented and if that
wasn't a touch of make-up that Graham had encouraged
her to wear, then I'm a poor judge of allure. She was a
doll and it could hardly escape my notice just how many
of the fathers on site did a double-take as she giggled
her way towards the lounge-room, hand in hand with a
very proud if not fully decadent daddy.
Speaking of "attendees," I counted at least fifteen
other guests. most of whom I knew by sight and pretty
much all of whom had, like me, older daughters that had
graced many a Harper gathering. Thankful I was right at
that moment I had no pre-teen daughters left. Might I
have been tempted to bring them? I like to think
not....but there again who could ever have convinced me
eighteen months earlier that I would willingly stand by
while not one, but all three of my daughters were taken
repeatedly by multiple partners and in most every
position imaginable - all in the name of New-Age sexual
freedom?
Having no wish to shock the reader insensible, but the
fact is, there were a couple of mothers there also,
their arms around their young charges who quite
obviously had been expertly dressed and dolled-up by
their moms. Sometimes I think its maybe the rest of the
world needs to take a reality check. These little
innocents are not as "innocent" as society would have
you believe.
Introduced to a pretty little red-head named Samantha,
who her father happened to mention was ten, I would be
lying if I told you I had anything on my mind but
having her sit on my lap right then, whilst I kissed
those already exquisite shoulders and ran my hands
gently through her teased-up curls.
Instead I was forced to say "Nice to meet you Samantha,
I hope we can spend a few moments together later?" For
just a second she looked straight at me and that
perceptive little expression simply erased my hard
drive. Then her father pulled her away to meet someone
else and the moment was trashed.
Amber and Kaelyn were, as Jer had speculated, ten and
eleven respectively. Two pretty little ash-blondes who
although eighteen months apart, could easily have been
taken as twins. Both shared a mop of hair, deep blue
eyes and a propensity to giggle when addressed (one
could only assume when undressed also)
Their father Martin, who had sporadically attended the
parties back when my three last attended, lost no time
in asking me, "Any chance of seeing your three girls
again?" "They are sorely missed," he added.
I wondered for a moment whether or not that was a
deliberate play on the word "sorely," but gave him the
benefit of the doubt.
"Fraid not Martin," I replied, letting go his hand, "We
made the decision to abstain full time and that's how
its gonna stay my friend."
Wondering what his own fifteen-year old elder daughter
was doing these days, I continued,
"So what's the story with Wendy? I didn't even know you
had these two poppets as well!" Both looked up at me at
that second, impish smiles at the ready. A man could
die looking upon such sublime tease.
"Wendy is fine," he responded, "She actually went to
your friend's place the other week," he inclined his
head towards Jerry, just across from us.
"Great," I thought, "Another nail in her coffin, if he
and Brad had anything to do with it."
Being introduced to twelve-year old Courtney was highly
pleasurable also, but it was her mother I couldn't take
my eyes off. "Why" I wondered, would a sexy-looking,
immaculately dressed and worldly young woman like
Haylee, be parading her innocent little pre-teen
daughter (yeah, I know - it's just hearsay) in front of
a bunch of desperately perverted fathers such as were
present, unless she was equally perverted herself? In
that contemplation, I think I probably answered my own
question...
(c) Peter_Pan 2006
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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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