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Harper Valley: Once Bitten
By Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
***
Having never planned to return to the Valley, it seems
the best of intentions can be fully negated during a
moment of weakness. Jerry has a lot to answer for.
(MMf, ff, inc, orgy)
***
I suppose I could always claim it was a case of "guilt
by association," yet the least competent of lawyers
could dismantle my case in seconds, once my willing
participation in earlier Harper get-togethers was aired
publicly.
The fact is however, I had no intention of ever re-
acquainting the girls with their former reckless ways,
instigator that I undoubtedly had been in the past.
Were it not for Jerry's incessant badgering, I would
surely never have caved-in emotionally and accepted an
invitation to what was billed - laughably in hindsight
- as a "quiet afternoon with some old friends."
Having by necessity to return to Australia as I
mentioned, we had managed, for two months at least, to
distance ourselves from Jerry's persistent pleas to
"come over and see everyone" knowing exactly what that
was likely to entail. With just three weeks to go
before we returned to our home in the US, Jerry played
his last card – and I didn't even know it.
The call from Warwick was innocuous enough. We had
stayed in touch, corresponding mostly by email and
aside from the normal pleasantries, had exchanged our
views on most everything from escalating fuel costs to
Brianna's latest loser of a boy-friend. I have to be
honest, just the mention of his daughter's name was
enough to conjure up memories of former intimacies
between us that would maintain my body heat even in the
Arctic Circle. Quite irrationally, the thought of some
callow youth attempting to navigate amateurishly her
young body, filled me with instant distaste. I think
Warwick was of the same opinion.
"Jer's real disappointed you won't be able to make it
before you leave," came suddenly from way left field.
"He really wanted to have a little social get-together
for you."
I felt a total heel... for all of thirty seconds.
"Yeah well I know what Jer's "get-togethers" usually
entail Warwick," I replied. "My three girls would be on
their backs upstairs before the first commercial
break... and that's a best-case scenario!"
"I think you got it way wrong my friend," Warwick
answered. As far as I know, he just had in mind to ask
Connor, Brad, George, Steve and Graham over...maybe
Craig as well. Just a few drinks and nibblies is all."
"It's the nibblies that bother me Warwick." I
interjected. "It's what those guys do best... and hey,
was that invite to include their own daughters or was
Jer planning on just sharing mine around?"
"Nup, everyone's daughters were to attend. Jeeze you're
getting paranoid in your old age Noel," he added.
Could be he had a point there!
"Michelle was looking forward to seeing you too,"
Warwick added subtly, ladling on the guilt factor.
I was right that second, if not a lost cause, something
very close to it.
"Ok, Ok," I blurted out, emotionally drained. "Tell Jer
we'll look-in Saturday afternoon. Just for a few
minutes...maybe a quick drink, but that's it. Oh, and
I'm having the girls dressed in chain- mail by the way
– neck to ankle... just in case he has any ideas!
Warwick was still chuckling even as he hung up the
phone.
***
It was bordering the ethereal, walking through Jer's
home again and knowing what sexual eccentricities shall
we say, must have been conducted there since last we
set foot in the place. Getting on for four years now
since my days as a neophyte at Harpers, I wondered just
how many other young girls' lives must have radically
changed as they inevitably have for my three – all
clear of their teens now. I glanced at the couch over
near the far wall and could still see Jenna perched on
Warwick's lap topless, her skirt crumpled up around her
waist as both he and Connor took turns kissing her,
their hands roaming her slim body at will, one fondling
her still-developing breasts the other perpetrating
many a gross indecency inside those light blue panties
she has always favored.
Although way past their adolescence, none of them
appeared much different, certainly none looked their
age, Kylie especially. Never was this more evident than
as I watched them mingling now with other High School
acquaintances who would have been only in years eight
and nine at the height of our Harper participation.
Sitting in my favorite recliner at Jerry's nursing a JD
and ice, the status-quo for me at least, was definitely
restored.
"You see much of Bob these days? Warwick asked,
completely disturbing my reverie. I knew exactly what
he was meaning of course - were Angela and Tiffany
regular house-guests at our home in Nebraska and if so
- full details would be appreciated!
"I think they've only been over once since," I replied,
"and even that was just a social evening, nothing
vaguely hard-core," I grinned.
This wasn't strictly true I have to say, but I couldn't
see much point in advertising our weak moments.
Besides, it was a while ago now.
I was watching Natalie chatting to a girl she evidently
knew – rather cute little dark-blonde girl who if I'd
seen her before at the High School, I had no
recollection. I doubt she could have been more than
seventeen.
"You remember Melanie?' Jer asked, following my line of
vision.
"Can't say as I do Jer?" I muttered. She must be a
couple of years younger than Jenna right?"
"Something like that," he replied, "She's been a
regular fixture at the last half a dozen parties -
really in-demand girl."
Sensing an undertow that might conceivably involve me
in topics I had not planned to re-visit, I just
shrugged. "Yeah, well I can see why!"
Even as I spoke, I was unavoidably seeing that trim
little body upstairs in the master bedroom, her clothes
being indelicately removed by five praying mantises,
their hands seeking the gratification that comes from
stripping a teenage girl naked on a King size bed, up
front of some seriously heavy-duty fondling and petting
beneath the sheets. The inevitable carnal knowledge
followed most likely by a communal shower and the
experience of being dressed again by five very eager
fathers.
I was impelled to finish my Jack Daniels in one gulp.
Larissa I noticed had seated herself alongside Connor
and the two appeared to be deep in earnest
conversation. Graham, Chloe and Kirsten were away to
their right chatting with Paul and Chantelle who even
at the distance she was, looked a million dollars in a
rather fetching mini-skirt teamed with a midriff top
that showed the last couple of years had not added a
millimeter to that highly visible waistline.
"What do the kids think of you having a wife their own
age?" Brad asked. I had been wondering where Brianna
might be, but right then I saw her disengage herself
from a group of girls near the archway and start
walking towards us.
"Hasn't been a problem," I told him. "Natalie thinks
that having a stepmother almost three years younger
than herself is hysterical...she's forever calling her
"mommy!"
"Hello Noel," interrupted my thought processes. Brianna
always did have that effect on me. Looking still
sixteen or so and hell she must have been nudging
twenty, she sat herself down on my knee. A wicked smile
was beginning to contort Warwick's features. Funny how
the most resolute of intents can be shattered by subtle
perfume and a young girl's bottom massaging your upper
thighs.
"I've missed you" she purred. "Why did you have to go
to America?"
Right that second I was wondering myself.
"Combination of reasons sweetheart," I replied, "But I
have missed you too – more than you know."
That brought a smile to her expressive little face.
"Are American girls as pretty as the girls here?" she
pouted.
Not sure whether she meant at Harper Valley or in
Australia generally, I opted for safe mode.
"Certainly no prettier my sweet," I answered. "and in
your case," I allowed my hand to caress her right
cheek, I'd have to plead "No contest."
"Can I go upstairs with you?" she whispered after a
couple of moments.
"Shocked," "cornered," "tempted," "comatose," all had
relevance here. I was praying none of the immediate
group had overheard Brianna's question.
"I-I hardly think Larissa would approve," I stammered,
realizing immediately that what I was saying in
essence, was "yes."
"I don't think she'll notice," she giggled.
Glancing across the room I was somewhat stunned to see
my wife kissing Connor with a passion not borne purely
of social etiquette.
"Always was a girl followed her inclinations,"
announced a familiar voice behind me. George was
pulling up a chair alongside us.
I grasped his hand. "Long time my friend...and yeah,
your daughter does appear to be way less shy these
days."
A smile creased his face. "So, why don't you accompany
Brianna upstairs for a short while? I'll look after the
girls for you."
Looking about the room I could see Kylie talking
animatedly to Michelle in the corner, while Jenna had
joined Graham and his two girls the other side of the
room. Maybe they wouldn't be requiring the chain-mail
after all.
I had always been going to do it I realized...right
from the moment she asked the question. Even as we
negotiated the second flight of stairs I found myself
glancing at Brianna's tight blue skirt through which
the outline of her panties was clearly delineated. I
couldn't help wondering just how many lucky guys had
been privileged to pull those sexy little undies down
the last couple of years. Today though, it was
undoubtedly to be my honor once again!
Opening the door to the guest-room, Brianna turned her
head slightly and I just had to kiss her. Whatever
resolutions I may have made, evaporated on the instant.
She tasted like the provocative little teenager she was
only to be for a few more weeks regrettably.
Closing the door behind us, I propelled her to the bed
with an urgency I had no right to be feeling. More than
happy to accommodate my lustful inclinations, she lay
back on the coverlet as my hand delved between her
legs, finding solace in the heat and intimacy there-in.
My fingers sought out her panties, specifically the
crevice mid center, where I traced and retraced the
contours of her pussy. Slipping my hand beneath the
elastic, I traversed the familiar terrain until my
index finger located the ingress it sought.
Brianna was making urgent little sounds herself now –
more so, when I began fondling her left breast with my
free hand. Tugging her skirt higher was the least of
problems, especially given my acute motivation and her
unforced complicity. Divested of her top moments later,
she looked the image of innocent tease, lying there in
just her bra and panties, the soft material having
worked its way into her vaginal cleft, one bra strap
down around her right elbow.
"I know I sound such a slut, but I need you to fuck me
so bad," she giggled.
"Right now sweetheart, a "slut" is exactly what I need
too, so don't feel bad," I grinned, one hand already
inside the waistband of those sexy pink knickers. They
looked even sexier as they slipped past her knees,
which she very considerately raised for me. Tugging her
bra free was accomplished courtesy of some strategic
wriggling on her part, thus rendering her completely
naked and at my total deviate whim.
There was so much I could have done to her but you
know? nothing really beats kissing. Shucking off my own
pants and shirt, I lay beside her before pulling her on
top of me while hanging on to that curvy little bottom
for support. With her breasts resting flush up against
my chest, thus providing an uninterrupted view down her
cleavage and her hair hanging loose across both our
faces, I used my spare hand to align certain essential
physiological components.
The gentle sigh that emanated from those barely glossed
lips bespoke a girl thoroughly at ease with her
immediate predicament. Penetrating her deeper still –
so easy at that angle, brought back memories of so many
pleasurable moments spent with Brianna in the past.
"Push in further," she almost whimpered, her eyes
closed in silent ecstasy.
As the tempo increased, she began arching her back to
facilitate a deeper penetration. Able now to suckle
either breast as I thrust upwards, I knew she was
losing control of her emotions, fully submissive and
responding more to the primitive matrix.
I wasn't too far off "primitive" myself at the point I
was able to discharge my entire collection of
impregnated DNA carriers, into her hot procreative
cavern. For a full thirty seconds, she lay atop me,
small beads of sweat making her hairline damp, her
respiration anything but stable.
"Was that what you had in mind?" I whispered
eventually.
"Uh huh!" she managed, that sweet face the image of a
satisfied Cheshire cat.
Rejoining the group, it didn't appear anyone had even
noticed our absence. Natalie and Melanie were still
chatting, Kylie was seated demurely on the far couch
where Warwick and Jerry had joined her, but nothing
vaguely untoward seemed to be in the wind. Giving
Brianna one more kiss, I returned to my chair and the
refilled glass of JD that someone had kindly attended
to.
Brad had joined Connor, one either side of Larissa but
neither was acting in any amorous manner towards her.
They appeared to be deep in normal conversation.
Perhaps what I saw earlier between her and Connor was
less suggestive than I had imagined. I was beginning to
feel bad about my interlude with Brianna. That's 'bad'
as opposed to regretful.
Right then I noticed that Jenna was no longer sitting
with Chloe and Kirsten, nor was their father Graham.
Glancing around I could see neither one of them. It was
only when I realized that Paul had disappeared too that
my suspicions were aroused.
Quaffing the remnants of my drink I ambled across to
Kylie.
"Have you seen Jenna?" I asked her. I thought I
detected a smirk on Jerry's face but said nothing.
"No dad – she was over with Graham's girls just now,"
Kylie replied.
"Yeah well he's not around either," I semi-growled.
"They might have gone outside," Warwick suggested. I
could have sworn there was a smile playing around his
face also.
A cursory glance around Jerry's well-manicured garden
five minutes later, ruled that possibility out, leaving
options somewhat thin on the ground. With a degree of
trepidation I headed back towards the main staircase.
Surely she hadn't?
Even as I negotiated the last stair I could see the
door to the main bedroom was closed. It hadn't been
when Brianna and I took temporary possession of the
guest room a short while ago. Approaching the door, I
could clearly hear noises from within. It didn't sound
like a group of people playing Scrabble!
Of a mind to fling the door open, I nevertheless opted
for the strategic approach and very slowly opened the
door. I suppose I knew what I was going to see.
At least she still had panties on.
Kneeling center-quilt, Graham was in front of Jenna
with Paul to the rear. His arms were around her,
holding both breasts and he was fondling them stupid
even while he nuzzled her neck. I could plainly see how
erect her nipples were.
Graham's hand was between my daughter's legs and he
appeared to be either fingering her inside her panties
or simply rubbing her through them. Either way, Jenna
was moaning audibly, her arms around Graham's shoulders
and her head thrown back, clearly enjoying to the hilt
everything they were doing to her. None had noticed my
intrusion. Partially shielded by a portable room-
divider right near the door, I figured I would just
watch for a moment.
Observing with a mixture of arousal and disappointment
I suppose, I was forced to concede that if this is what
Jenna wanted, then it was hardly my place to read her
the riot act – especially given my own actions just ten
minutes earlier. Like her sisters, she was a young and
very attractive girl who evidently saw nothing wrong in
taking pleasure where pleasure was up there on a silver
platter for the taking. It was my own actions after
all, that had led all three daughters "astray" yet
watching her there on that bed, allowing both men to
fondle and seduce her, I couldn't help but wonder just
what actual damage was being done. An "adult" now
legally (eighteen in Australia) she was certainly old
enough to know what she liked.
So taken up were they with what they were doing to her,
neither Graham or Paul noticed me standing there, four-
fifths obscured.
I watched fascinated as Graham began tugging at the
waistband of her panties...even more fascinated when
Jenna got up on all fours to allow both he and Paul to
tug them down past her knees where she wriggled out of
them as provocatively as she knew how. Both men were
groping and mauling her breasts as they stood out
prominently at the angle she was kneeling.
"You want to fuck her first Graham?" I heard Paul ask
his partner in crime.
I cannot lie to you. Just knowing what I was about to
witness, caused a copious amount of blood to flow to
areas of my anatomy that are not normally up for
discussion in polite circles. I'd say the two men were
suffering a similar physiological upgrade.
More than happy to frolic naked with her abusers, Jenna
allowed her ex-teacher to propel her to an upright
kneeling position on the quilt, her bottom pretty much
resting on her feet. My guess that he wanted to
penetrate her front-on proved accurate. All I can say
is, she must have been wetter than a sponge in a
monsoon given that Graham unzipped before slipping into
her with consummate ease and in seconds, was thrusting
hard, holding her tightly around the waist. Paul right
that moment was kneeling behind Jenna, his hands
cupping her still quite small breasts, as he gazed
downwards over her right shoulder evidently fascinated
by the sight of Graham's penile ramrod disappearing up
inside her lightly furred pussy. Despite Jenna's knees
staying well apart, I could not make out this level of
detail. Not sure whether that was a good or bad thing.
If Jenna's willing complicity was ever in doubt, such
was allayed at the point she began moaning to such an
extent I wouldn't be surprised if they heard her
downstairs. Brianna had been set to "mute" by
comparison.
Supporting herself on Graham's shoulders, I could see
her mouth open in pleasured rapture as he came inside
her with the full force of a committed lover. Holding
her to him tightly around the bottom, he spurted
everything he had to give inside that diabolically
heated little cavern between her legs.
For a moment no-one spoke, I had to check what, if
anything at all, had leaked into my own airspace.
Fortunately the seal had not been broken.
Paul evidently saw no need for a quarter-break, pushing
Jenna back on all fours and aligning himself directly
behind her. I could see her hand reaching back under
her, to cup her pussy. She was feeling I imagine, a
heap of sticky stuff leaking out and running down the
inside of her thighs.
He took her even more forcibly. I could see her breasts
quivering with each thrust and hear plainly her moans
of pleasure as he pistoned in to her, not ten feet from
my place of concealment.
"Fuck Jenna," he grunted, "I've dreamed of doing this
to you ever since that cruise in '05. When you and your
dad went to the US I never thought I'd ever get the
chance again..."
He wasn't able to add further comment as right that
minute nature began to dictate the pace and he found
himself committed to adding yet more semen to that
already on site. Like his co-worker, he held on tight
to Jenna's supremely curvy little rear end, as he
jerked himself to salvation.
Thinking logically that they might let her get dressed
at this juncture, I was more than a little stunned when
Graham eased himself off the bed the far side, turned
back the sheets, proceeding then with Paul's help to
drag my daughter – vulnerably naked and sticky as she
was - beneath the covers. Just what they did to her I
have no way of knowing, but in the five minutes before
I slipped out, closing the door silently behind me, I
could see they had her between them and were indulging
most every male fantasy and then some, with a willing
and tacitly sexy young college girl. I also have the
impression she was pulled astride both men in turn and
pleasured - digitally and otherwise - to the edge of
sanity. Maybe beyond!
Relieved of having to make any hard-line decisions as
to either Jenna's promiscuity or my own incestuous
preferences, I returned to the lounge-room.
T'was a questionably bad move!
"A little social get together" is how Jerry had
described the intended afternoon to me. How "social"
can you get? I was thinking, as I watched Warwick kiss
Kylie with a healthy degree of passion while Jerry had
managed to slip a hand down the front of her dress and
was having an uninterrupted feel of my daughter's
breasts. Whether coerced by the other two or simply he
had noticed the opportunity in passing, but either way
Craig was one happy man, kneeling there at Kylie's now
shoeless feet, one hand up her dress, doing something
that had her legs now at a thoroughly indecent angle.
The tableau positively writhed in pleasured decadence.
I planned on venting my outrage at Jerry's betrayal but
had taken no more than two steps towards Molesters Inc,
when someone seized my arm. Turning my head, I found
myself staring down at one of the prettiest of visages
from my checkered past.
"Good Lord Chloe, look at you," I muttered.
Indeed, a few years had wrought wondrous changes. Now
in her last but one school year, here was a confident
young lady rather than a recent teenie. I was still
admiring Nature's work-in-progress when her younger
sister Kristen came over also. Even discarding the
light make-up and semi-revealing dress she had on, I
had to gulp in admiration at the yawning gulf between
the eleven year old child I remembered and the near
fifteen year old Lolita that now lingered beside her
sister.
"You are both so very beautiful," I told them. If
anything, it was a gross understatement.
"We missed you at the parties," Kristen whispered.
"For an instant I was lost in my contemplations. I had
forgotten that of course they still attended the Harper
get-togethers and must inevitably have partnered most
every male in the place, both together and singly one
imagines. I found the reflection momentarily
distracting.
"Have you seen our dad?" Chloe asked. "He was talking
to Jenna a little earlier."
Her question put me in an immediate quandary. Hardly
able to tell them, "Well as a matter of fact kids, your
dad's up in the master bedroom fucking my daughter's
lights out," I just passed it off with a non-committal
"I think he's upstairs somewhere Chloe."
She gave me a mischievous smile which conveyed a higher
degree of understanding than I would have expected,
then turned her head abruptly in response to a series
of loud giggles from behind her.
It was Kylie of course. Whatever indecency Craig was
perpetrating upon her reproductive system was evidently
tickling her fancy, not that she was in any position to
either reprimand or encourage him, since Jerry had
monopolized the use of her lips with his own. Natalie
still seated nearby with Melanie, was even moved to
lightly scold her wayward sibling with a curt, "Give us
a break Kylie."
It was only then I realized that Larissa, Connor and
Brad were also absent from the room. How could I have
been so gullible as to bring all the girls back to this
den of aggravated iniquity?
Chloe meanwhile, had seized my hand and was tugging me
towards the main hallway.
"Where are you going sweetheart?" I asked her.
"To find our dad," she replied breezily.
Unable to prevent her doing so, I just hoped "damage"
would be kept to a minimum. Kristen, catching up with
us, grasped my other hand as we ascended the staircase.
Reaching the top, who should be ambling down the
hallway towards us but Jenna and Paul. Flushed and
something less than steady on her feet, my daughter
chose her words carefully.
"Oh, hi there dad," she muttered, "Were you looking for
me?"
Looking guilty as Hell she blushed and stood there for
a moment, fiddling with her hair. In those few seconds,
she obviously realized I knew, for she lowered her eyes
and in little above a whisper said "I'm sorry dad."
Paul looked like he could use the services of a good
defense attorney.
"'Tis cool" I replied, "Put a cat among a group of
pigeons and you can usually guess the outcome - right
sweetheart?" Not sure she saw the analogy there!
"Have you seen our dad Jenna?" asked Kristen, totally
unfazed by the cryptic content of the recent discourse.
Blushing anew, she pointed back the way she had come.
"I think he went in there," she answered, indicating
the same guest room that Brianna and I had recently
vacated. Before I could make further conversation she
slipped past us, Paul in tow, heading for the kitchen
it appeared.
Approaching the bedroom door with the two girls, I
pulled up suddenly.
"Let me go check," I said. Neither sister looked too
impressed with my authoritative stance.
Opening the door certainly invoked a raised eyebrow.
Larissa was still being kissed by Connor, only sans her
dress this time. That I noticed was lying on the floor
the far side of the room. Lying on her back literally
on the edge of the quilt, she appeared to be at the
mercy of the reliably devious Brad Archer who was in
the process of tugging her panties down to her ankles
while Graham was smothering her lower abdomen with
kisses, even as his hands smoothed their way across my
wife's barely-covered breasts. You'd think that would
have been distraction enough!
Nearer the headboard, Michelle clad in just a rather
fetching pair of light green panties was being
caressed, fondled and otherwise abused, by no less a
personage than Steve, aided and abetted by Mal and if
you recall - Brittany's father, Keith. All up, six men
combining to sexually harass just two vulnerable young
women. Jerry must have invited pretty much the Who's
Who of Harper Valley I was thinking.
Forgetting momentarily about my two charges outside in
the hallway, my visuals were interrupted suddenly when
a young voice behind me, cried out in obviously shocked
surprise.
"Dad!!"
Graham looked up startled, unsure of which posed the
greater threat – his daughters' presence or Larissa's
husband?
"Well look what we have here," Brad muttered, gazing at
Chloe and her wide-eyed sister as he nonchalantly
tossed Larissa's panties atop her dress.
"Hey, no-one forced her?" he added looking at me, on
the off-chance I was carrying a Walther PPK.
Larissa was now staring at me - a mixture of seductive
tease and gross betrayal. Still, she did look sexy like
that. Her pussy exposed...Brad's fingers playing with
it. Connor with his hands around her breasts as he
kissed her and Graham taking up the slack midway
between them.
It was no time to voice my discontent.
"Come up here both of you," Steve grinned, patting the
vacant coverlet between the two other girls. Graham
looked like he had something to say, but thought better
of it. Hard to plead a case for your own daughters'
honor when you've just fucked a friend's teenage
daughter senseless and are following that up with some
heavy duty fondling of another man's wife.
Chloe looked hesitant, Kristen didn't!
They had both girls' dresses off in seconds. Kristen,
it shames me to say (given her tender age) was a vision
of provocative desirability, perched there in the
skimpiest of matching bra-panty sets that would afford
little modesty even for a well endowed Cabbage Patch
doll. Her breasts, once mere speed humps as I recall,
were now if anything, fuller than her elder sister's.
She knew too how best to flaunt them – giggling and
deliberately leaning forward to give everyone in the
room an eyeful of cleavage. Chloe, no slouch either in
the "am I cute or what?" stakes, appeared happy to
allow Brad and Keith to partially strip her as she
knelt beside her three-quarters undressed sister.
"Chloe - play with Michelle," someone called out. I
think it was Connor.
Now, accuse me of deviate sexual programming if you
like, but if there is a solitary person reading this
who considers that the sight of two young and extremely
pretty girls kissing and caressing each other's near-
naked bodies, an "affront to decency" then I
respectfully suggest they go find a cut-price psyche
and book themselves in for a long session.
It was only at the point Steve suddenly grasped
Kristen's arms from behind and held them tight,
allowing Mal to tug her panties to one side whence he
began to finger her in full view of the whole assembly,
that I could drag my eyes from Chloe's activities.
Watching the young girl wriggle helplessly while she
was thus restrained I have to say, substantially fanned
the flames of desire.
Larissa even, gasped as Mal extricated what must have
been a long-suffering erection which he guided
unerringly between the gap in Kristen's panties and
into her rather dainty young pussy. She gave out with a
small cry of token resistance but moments later was
grinding her hips upwards as might a practiced whore.
It wasn't enough though to distract Chloe and Michelle
from the task at hand. Kissing each other passionately,
they had their hands inside each other's panties within
moments, both girls obviously quite familiar with the
art of pleasing another girl. Watching Chloe's fingers
deftly penetrate Michelle's barely concealed pussy,
more than made up for not being able to see (at that
angle) what Michelle was doing to her younger partner.
To judge by Chloe's wriggling hips though, it must have
been to her liking.
Twice Michelle turned her head to me and smiled. I
wasn't sure whether this was conveying a level of
sexual bliss on her part or something more subtle, such
as "I want you to do this to me later!" I have to be
honest, nothing would have given me greater pleasure!
Kristen meanwhile was being taken to the edge of
reason, courtesy of Mal's incessant upthrusting
technique. With Steve providing additionally a free
massage service so far as the young girl's breasts and
nipples were concerned, it was all she could do to
kneel there sedately. It seemed to me in fact, both she
and Mal arrived at their orgasmic grand central at much
the same moment. She closed her eyes and lay back
against Steve just as Mal quite obviously discharged
all he had available, deep inside Kristen's vaginal
repository. Just what Graham would have been thinking,
watching his youngest daughter fucked senseless on the
bed almost alongside, might make for interesting
contemplation.
There again though, at the point I glanced over at his
group of sexual offenders I realized he had other
things on his mind. My wife for one!
They had Larissa completely naked now and to judge by
the whimpering sounds she was making, hotter than a
pepper sprout. Brad was enjoying himself no end,
kneeling beside her, both hands beneath her chest
fondling her breasts like a pro. At first glance he
would appear to be milking her! Connor was still
kissing her passionately while Graham had worked
himself into a position of dominance, kneeling right up
against her rear cheeks, his hand-held erection more
than ready for business. In fact, even as I watched, he
worked it between her legs after which he began
thrusting in to her like a dervish. Larissa's moans
were nothing if not impressive.
Normally I may have been a tad miffed by her behavior –
not to mention that of her co-workers but somehow in
the bizarre environment the nine of us were sharing in
that bedroom, rules and etiquette seemed to have fled
the scene.
Hard to quit smoking cold turkey, I had never dreamed
that leaving Harper Valley might pose a similar
obstacle.
© Peter_Pan 2008
Author's Note:
Fully unaware how long this recollection would actually
prove to be, I fully expected to have it completed in
five thousand words or so. Such is impossible however
and like many of its predecessors, needs now to be
split into a second part. I crave your indulgence.
**
New readers may also not be aware that this is the
thirty-sixth Harper Valley recollection. The others
chronologically are:
Forget Harper Valley PTA
Return to Harper Valley
Hello Harper Valley: Goodbye Innocence
Harper Valley: Endgame
Harper Valley: The Way Forward
If You're Going to Harper Valley be Sure to wear Some
Flowers In Your Hair
Harper Valley Pleasure Dome
HV Eight We Always Lay 'Em Straight
You Never Know Your Luck At Harper Valley
Up Close & Personal
The Downsizing of Harper Valley
HV: New Blood
Harper Valley 13: You Call that Unlucky?
Harpers Bizarre
Harper Valley Angels
They Shoot Hussies Don't They?
Halfway To Heaven: Harper Delivers
Harper Valley: Distant Princess
Harpers Afloat
Harper Valley: Family Crisis
Farewell to Zion
Published collectively in paperback as "The Complete
Harper Valley" http://www.lulu.com/content/106537
Larissa
Harper Valley: Last Rites
Ghosts of Harper
Harper Valley Fallout
Homecoming
Echoes of Watergate
Harper Valley: Outpatient Enquiries
Valley Girl: Return of the Prodigal
If the Shoe Fits
Hotter Than Hell in Minus Five
When the Sun Goes Down at Harper Valley
Published in soft cover as a second anthology "Harper
Valley: A Postscript"
http://www.lulu.com/content/402381
Sisterly Affection
Harpers: Moment of Shame
Harper Valley: In the Heat of the Night
Other information is available on the Peter_Pan
website:
http://www.geocities.com/phrenetic_ice/wopp.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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