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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Harper Valley: Outpatient Inquiries by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com) *** Frankenstein had clearly documented problems with HIS creation, I seem to be heading down the same tortuous path apparently. (Mf, ped, inc, 1st, org) *** As is clearly evidenced by virtue of "Harper Valley Homecoming," the fluctuating fortunes as it were, within the Valley itself, are central to many people's inner desires. I have never mentioned this, but throughout the past year or so, I have received emails worldwide in great proliferation, many of these tellingly, from young girls pleading for a wild-card entry into an upcoming party. (Never actually gotten around to discussing who would be paying for the air- fare to get here!) A fortnight ago, I opened-up an innocuous-looking email from one Khoa Tran, a Vietnamese gentleman living in Geelong, Victoria. Like many before him, he wrote that he has avidly followed the Harper juggernaut since it's inception. Unlike many before him though - he then expressed a desire to bring his own daughter up to Sydney for the specific purpose of enrolling her as a guest participant in a forthcoming soiree. I wrote back advising him that we no longer attended the parties as a family, nor do we handle "bookings" as such, for obvious security reasons. He replied that he had read "Harper Valley Homecoming," however and that "all" he wanted, was for his daughter to be "shared amongst a few men" (his exact words) not necessarily a 'party' as such!. If nothing but curious at this juncture - I enquired as to what made him think his daughter would want this herself, as he had already confessed that she knew nothing of Harper Valley whatsoever. In a very lengthy reply, he explained that his own wife had walked out when their daughter was way younger, leaving him to bring her up alone. Sadly, he then outlined how lonely he was and that with the advent of his daughter's adolescence, he had become sexually fixated with her. She had, according to him, expressed her complete sympathy and understanding of his 'problem' and professing great love for her father, permitted him certain "license" to use her body for his own gratification. This he told me, included her sitting on him after she would return from school (or in fact any time of his choosing) and allowing him to grope her unrestrictedly, albeit through her clothes. He explained that groping of young girls itself was common in Vietnamese culture by fathers, older brothers and even uncles, so this was nothing she found particularly unusual. (Hell, we gotta get this going within western civilisation) Furthermore she would let him lick her face, legs (below the hemline), neck etc - even dry-hump her from the rear as well as actually rub his dick across her cheek until he sprayed her mouth and forehead at close range. If you can believe it... all this she considered an "acceptable sacrifice" to make. For her unwavering acceptance of such behavior - he loved her he wrote, but that he was finding it now impossible not to experience the full consummated act with her. Herein the stumbling block evidently. Completely unwilling to allow him to either kiss her lips, put his hands in her bra or panties, undress her, let alone penetrate her, she told him she even found the idea of masturbating him - disgusting! His logic therefore was that she would more than likely allow "a few men" to grope her and most likely masturbate over her - in the knowledge it would gratify her watching father, thus fulfilling once again, her role as a caring and dutiful daughter. What he anticipated however, is that whilst thus undoubtedly aroused herself, she may well not consider kissing other men's lips, or having their hands up her skirt... in the least bit 'disgusting,' Perhaps even allowing herself to be stripped and ultimately penetrated, was not beyond the bounds of possibility, clearing the way in her orgasmic bliss to allow him to finally take her. It certainly sounded good in theory! Now if I was to be brutally honest, though hardly in a position to speak for others I realise, I have never found Asian girls generally, to be much of a turn-on - any more than would I be for them most likely - but there again I had yet to see a photograph of Thao, not to mention a dozen or more shots of her! Talk about an instant convert. This girl was arrestingly beautiful and in possession of one of the sexiest teenage bodies I have ever had the pleasure to lay eyes (let alone anything else) on. Lovely doe-eyes, perfect smooth skin, wonderfully sexy full mouth and for some reason not harshly Viet-looking. She was a total doll! Looking at those photographs and imagining her father's hands groping her stupid as she sat there in his lap in her school uniform no less, was cranial meltdown! So passionate was his written plea (obviously highly educated, his English is word-perfect), I figured I would call "the crew" and sound them out. It was a stifling hot day sitting in the coffee-shop, me with my cappuccino - Jer, his latte coffee. "Look, can I be frank Noel?" he started. "Be whoever you want Jer," I replied. He just looked up at me, humor never was his strong point! "Well the fact is, you know - Asian girls aren't exactly what we're all used to... Now if you want to get Sally back here..." I didn't even bother answering - simply pulling out Thao's picture and laying it on the table alongside his latte. "Dear God!" he spluttered, picking it up. "Is that really her?" I answered by adding three more photos to the first, each one successively sexier by my reckoning. "And you're telling me she lets her father fondle her and rub his dick on her face? How old is she exactly?" "Sixteen I think he said Jer," I answered. The guy was having visible palpitations. "This isn't a joke by any chance?" he asked sheepishly. "Well to be honest Jer," I replied, "I thought he was jerking my chain first up, but believe me - it's all on the level." I reiterated the culture-thing and the fact she would permit certain behavior but not other indecencies. "So you're telling me she lets him dry hump her standing up, lick her all over then cum in her face - but she won't let him kiss her??? You're kidding! "That's about the score mate," I said. "When in Rome... I guess!" He was studying Thao's photos again. "Oh, we gotta do this," he muttered "My sentiments exactly Jer," I smiled. Replying to his email, I informed Khoa that I had arranged for Thao to be suitably "entertained," if he was still of a mind to bring her to Sydney - but only on the obvious proviso that she knew what she was letting herself in for. He promised to get back to me. I wasn't expecting that to be within six hours! The gist of his reply was that she had agreed to accompany him - mainly because she was tiring of being pressured for full-on sex by her father and had made him promise that if she did this and let him watch her being "groped" by other men, then he would stop pestering her for more than she had agreed to let him do to her. Damn, I like the way these eastern girls think! The flight was set down for the following Saturday. I agreed to pick them up at the airport - the least I could do, I figured! Some photographs lie - these didn't! Thao was simply gorgeous. She seemed surprised that I referred to her by that name as she calls herself Caroline and is known as such - at school, by her friends and within the full embraces of her Australian life. I told her that I considered Thao the most lovely name and did she mind if I called her that? She seemed to approve, judging by the shy smile she gave me, which itself sent me deeper into wolf-hound mode. Khoa, who also uses a preferred name of Bao, was indeed a pleasant and educated man. Fairly small, well dressed and with the entrenched politeness of far-easterners - almost a throwback to British colonialism, at the point he ushered Thao forward for that first introduction, I knew at once that here was an oriental Miss of rare perfection. Dressed much like any other young Aussie girl, she had on a tight pair of jeans which from the rear did everything right and a skimpy little black camisole- styled top which left a healthy gap of bare midriff that showed off her curvy hips and flat abdomen to their best advantage. To put it succinctly - she was hot as Hell. Her long dark hair obviously just washed and shining, complimented a really pretty face and the way she would keep brushing those strands out of her eyes whilst she talked softly, was most engaging. She had just the right amount of make-up and sexy lip gloss to complete the picture admirably. Looking at this dream - I just couldn't imagine her sitting in her father's lap allowing his hands to feel her up from top to tail - never mind Brad's! Having been born and bred here, she barely had any accent, although she would frequently break off to say something to her father in her native Vietnamese. Other than that - she sounded like most any other Aussie schoolgirl. Just made it all the hotter somehow! I momentarily wondered if I should blindfold them both and get them face down on the floor but it seemed like overkill to me. This really wasn't an occasion needing either a shoe-phone or the cone of silence that I could see. Nevertheless, once exiting the freeway, I took an unnecessarily long and convoluted series of back streets to get to Jerry's place - almost got lost myself! Jer had the rare foresight to leave the garage open, so I drove straight in and the door closed automatically behind us - our very own little R-rated eco-system. Hadn't even exited the car before Jer put in an appearance through the connecting door - for the express purpose of checking out the merchandise doubtless. It must have met with his approval, I could swear he blushed. "Like you to meet Thao, Jerry, and her father, over here Jer," - I had to wrench his attention off Miss five-two, one-ten pounds, "Mr. Khoa Tran." He shook hands with Tran but elected to take Thao's hand which he kissed in his best Clark Gable fashion. "A pleasure to meet you Mr. Clarke," she said politely. I wondered what she was really thinking? "What a dickhead!" probably. "Oh, call me Jerry, everyone does!" Jer mumbled, taking his time relinquishing her delicate little hand. "Think she likes you pal." I whispered, as we headed for the hallway. "You think so?" he replied - the sarcasm right over his head! Jer obviously had had little trouble making up the numbers. Brad, Connor, Graham, Steve and Craig were all presented to the young girl and her father, who any onlooker would have thought were just there for a social barbecue. I couldn't say as Warwick's (rare) absence was any great loss, I didn't even enquire as to the reason for it. One thing I will say for Jer - he's a great host and very attentive to social niceties. The men all had a beer in their hands within five minutes. My JD and ice was sitting there on the bar and Thao he fixed up with a lime Bacardi cooler, after first getting the OK from her father. I think Khoa would have been agreeable to her being shot full of Southern Comfort with an ecstasy chaser! Seven pairs of eyes, eight if you want to include my own, were studying that wonderfully hot and lithe body. Well that is what we were there for isn't it? I think the girl rather enjoyed being the center of attention... she sure as Hell wasn't being too shy to judge by the flirty little smiles she was giving everyone. In fact I would have to say she seemed quite confident in herself - more so than a young Australian girl might have been... especially on their own. I had the distinct impression she liked western masculinity let's say. As it turned out - that's just as well! Now, it should be explained to readers at this juncture, that in my original "overview" to Jerry, all I mentioned as being in the game-plan was that the girl was expecting some sort of 'communal groping' and not necessarily en masse either. I presume Jerry had passed that message along to his cohorts. In fact we seemed to have a bit of a Mexican stand-off all round. No-one seemed keen to seize the initiative - neither the men, Khoa or Thao herself. What we needed here was an intermediary, and thus in George's absence, I took it upon myself to play anchor-man. "Come and sit on my lap sweetheart," I called out to her as she stood near the doorway sipping her cooler. That brought a pretty flush to her cheeks and she walked over and with little hesitation - sat herself down on my lap. Oh yeah! was that pleasant? Well, the question of her maybe kissing someone else's lips was answered soon enough. God knows whether she just liked me or wanted to put on a show for her father, but no sooner had she gotten herself comfortable than she turned to me and our lips just kinda met briefly... then less briefly! She tasted delicious and whatever perfume that was she had on was simply inspirational, so was the view down the front of her camisole. She followed my glance down that-a-way and giggled. Glancing across at her father in the chair opposite I could see we definitely had his attention. At the point I raised my hand and gently fondled her breasts, there was no gasp of surprise and fake protest that might be expected from a young Harper attendee. Instead it seemed to me that she thrust her breasts out to encourage further interplay. Suited me, she felt so hot and sexy, no wonder her father availed himself of her domestic behavioral traits. My groping took on a more in-depth aspect and as I slipped both hands up beneath her camisole, cupping the contents of her skimpy bra, she gave a little wriggle of pleasure and looked across at her father. Not only was he fumbling now with his own zipper, Jer's other five guests were likewise disposed - Steve the first to present his somewhat erect member for the young girl's viewing pleasure. I allowed my hands to wander over her entire body, across her belly, around and beneath that curvaceous little bottom, up and across her lap before sliding suggestively between her legs applying fully indecent pressure to her vaginal area as it curved out of sight beneath that tapering "V" configuration. There can be no doubt Thao felt my own penile stiffening beneath her bottom but showed no emotion whatsoever at such recognition. She was driving me crazy. The more I groped her and the more visibly molested she appeared to be - the more compliant her involvement. "You like my body Mr. Baker?' she whispered, as I began stimulating her nipples through her bra. "Please, call me Noel," I groaned, nuzzling her neck like the needful lover I was swiftly becoming. Talk about seizing the initiative. With no warning, Thao dismounted my lap then clambering back up on my knee, squatted there, her breasts thrust provocatively forward and her bottom angled directly to her father. "Feel me," she teased, presenting her lips in such close proximity that I had to kiss her - and not that casually either I must admit. Able now to see clearly her beautifully sculptured breasts - almost to the nipple, I began kneading her with one hand while with the other I continued to play with her bottom and everything in between, in full view of our enthralled audience. "C'mon Noel," Brad muttered - his voice noticeably a couple of octaves higher than usual. "Only so much a man can take... give her here for a few moments would you?" I could understand his plight and giving the girl a quick kiss on the lips, whispered to her. "You are so lovely Thao, go and give Brad a turn, there's a good girl." She looked at me almost disappointed. "You a nice kind man, you very gentle with girls." I smiled at her. "Yes Thao - that's because I love beautiful little girls like you." She leaned forward and gave me the sweetest kiss. Barely had she gotten on to Brad's lap when he had his arms around her waist, one hand groping her breasts, the other - rubbing her pussy as hard as he was able, through the thick denim. He tried tugging her zipper down but she pulled his hands away and said something I couldn't quite hear. "Just OUTSIDE my clothes" I think it was. Brad's chair being the closest to Khoa's, presented the girl's father with a ring-side view of his daughter's aggravated sexual assault. 'Why kiss a girl when you can play with her tits and pussy' was the creed Brad lived by and this indeed was his sole game-plan. A couple of times I saw her wince as he squeezed her breasts either side with more than just playful zest. Still, she kept her legs at a healthy forty-five degree spread as he rubbed her clitoral area its full length. It would be living in denial to say that watching a teenage girl's basic sexual humiliation in front of her own father was not a rampantly arousing spectacle. Khoa must have thought so too, as he suddenly stood up, swollen erection in hand and not two feet from his daughter's face muttered something in Vietnamese. Thao smiled and turned her head upwards - just as he spurted a stream of glistening cum all over her mouth and cheeks. The expression on everyone else's face was priceless. True, we have all witnessed the most inventive of sexual liberties taken at various Harper gatherings with girls even younger than Thao, but on all those occasions the girls were in the company of their peers. Here just one teenage girl was at the sexual mercy of basically eight men and with no back-up of her own sex. It was riveting stuff! Khoa's performance sparked a communal back-lash. Shovelled unceremoniously onto Connor's lap I watched as he too began fumbling beneath the girl's camisole, giving her small breasts a substantial massage. She actually gave out a cry of surprise as Steve leaned across and slipped his hand beneath her bottom, feeling the curves there with indecent precision as with his spare hand he continued wanking himself insensible. I can't say with any honesty that she looked "worried" as such, but at the point Craig approached Connor's chair and slipped his hands too up between her legs - rubbing her "V" with notable relish, she did glance across at her father anxiously. Whatever her emotional contemplations at that second though, Khoa would have been the last one to be sounding a front-line retreat, given his renewed self-masturbation as he observed Thao's escalating bodily contact. Following her father's lead, Steve was out of his chair and having successively secured her full attention - spurted two streams of hot cum across the girl's face, some of which trickled shortly afterwards, right onto her upper cleavage. Fearing perhaps that the action was bypassing him, Graham summoned up the courage (it not being his house) to announce. "Why don't we all go upstairs to the bedroom where it might be a bit "easier" for us all. No one spoke for a second - probably all wondering exactly what the term "easier" might be conveying. Khoa certainly had no objections. "Yes, my daughter happy to do this,' he said. A disguised 'instruction' perhaps? Whatever, she appeared to have no disinclination to disobey him, and disentangling herself quite expertly from multiple groping fingers, got off Connor's knee and stood up, smoothing out whatever creases she was able. Hardly a word was spoken as the troupe headed for the staircase. There appeared to be a reluctance to lead the assembly. Most likely on account of the fact everyone wanted to watch that hot little bottom ascending the stairs... I know I did! Graham was inarguably correct in his assessment - it was certainly "easier." Almost pushed and dragged to the center of the bed, Thao found herself completely surrounded by well-wishers. Hands began feeling up her thighs - right the way to the northern terminus while others groped her breasts and hips. Craig was paying the girl's backside his full attention, feeling it up lewdly as she wriggled about, giving everyone their share of her willing and sexy little body. I wondered if poor little Rhiannon was subjected to this sort of attention in her bedroom most nights? Nothing I really wanted to contemplate if the truth be known. I think in hindsight the 'breakthrough' as such, came after the kissing reached epidemic levels. No sooner had Connor finished monopolising those hot little lips than Jerry began kissing her passionately. Brad then slipped a hand down her bra and began groping her skin to skin. Quite obviously in hostile territory now, she tried to resist and maintain her border patrol but the body was simply unwilling to follow instructions. "No please... not under my clothes," she wailed, but with Graham's hand now joining Brad's inside her other bra cup, she was really fighting a lost cause. Being kissed senseless was rendering her opposition negligible. "Yes, please... get her tits out," Khoa exhorted his fellow paedophilic army officers. "Show me my daughter's tits, take her top off.." They didn't so much 'take it off' as consign it to the used clothing bin. Now this time we did hear a few gasps of shock... even more, when Connor and Jerry slipped her bra straps down her arm, sufficient for Craig and Brad to free up both her breasts. So erect were her nipples even at that stage...any juror would be reluctant to rule out the girl's complicity in the unfolding events. As Khoa recommenced jacking himself to nirvana, both Craig and Brad began suckling her breasts deeply and Thao herself was right then farewelling any hopes she may have had of an early night. I'll be honest, at the point Khoa more or less grunted... "Please - take her jeans off," I was first in line. Unbuckling her belt, Graham and I took a leg each and divested her of those tight little jeans in ten seconds flat. The ensuing sight of that white hot teenage body struggling with the inevitable, and clad now in just the skimpiest of light pink cotton panties, was to know heaven before you die. "Finger my daughter," Khoa pleaded gutturally. I think I counted three hands in her panties within the space of four seconds. Still being kissed in rotation by whoever was nearest, Thao was on heat, spreading her legs to facilitate as many points of entry as she could organise. Kneeling beside his abused daughter... Khoa showered her panties and tummy with a second stream. 'Would these memories be ever lasting him a lifetime' I was thinking. Eight pairs of hands I have to say, are able to fondle, finger and otherwise abuse a small girl's body to the limit of sensory capability. Having her breasts both sucked and rubbed, the inside of her thighs kissed (along with her lips) a minimum of two fingers spreading her vaginal lips apart and the occasional stream of cum over her face and tits, doesn't leave much room for conversation let's say. Steve said it all in the one succinct statement. "Let's fuck her!" "Please do so," Khoa muttered insanely, "Yes, fuck my daughter - all of you. Need to see her pussy fucked hard." He was almost certifiable! If you want to have your daughter fucked demonstrably well - then Brad's definitely your man. I have three daughters will attest to that fact! Not waiting for an invitation, he worked his way between the groping hordes and simply yanked her panties aside, exposing a veritable undergrowth, Asian girls being less inclined to go the shaved "I'm-a-little girl-again" route that their western contemporaries often find necessary for some reason. "I'm a virgin still," Thao cried out, wrenching her lips away from her current partner, "I get pregnant too maybe." Well the latter we could fix easy enough with a morning-after pill, the virgin bit - that was less easy. "Hold her legs," Brad snorted somewhat indelicately, but hey, we are talking about Brad! Thao's scream might have inspired a neighbor to call 911 had not Graham cut short the noise with a strategically placed hand. Still the mortified girl's eyes betrayed more than a momentary discomfort as Brad ploughed his own personal field of dreams. Long before he was ready to eject his own procreative toxic-waste however, Thao's hips were thrusting up to meet the incoming delivery mechanism. When Brad comes, it's not a majorly cultural event - but it does get the job done! He filled her to capacity. It was fun too watching so much leaking out of her. Exhausted but far from spent, Thao put up no resistance as two of them eased her panties right off, after all they were serving little purpose. Besides, fully naked now, she looked most appealing. Breathing heavily as she was, her eyes locked-on to mine. I would swear they spoke a language I understood. No-one barred my way between her legs! Given what you all know of my recent sexual history, you would think I had seen and done it all pretty much. I thought so too! Let me tell you then, whether it had anything to do with the prevailing circumstances (young innocent girl with eight men) - the fact that she was an Asian teenager, that incredibly arousing sight of her glistening free-range pubic hair? etc etc... All I can tell you is - being inside that girl's pussy that afternoon, was the epitome of erotic fulfillment. She just seemed to know instinctively how to move and seeing her being groped and fondled by so many pairs of hands as I penetrated her to the depths - was sheer ecstasy! I take no pride in saying that we all fucked her repeatedly, pretty much until she was clinically dead. It was at this stage that Khoa made his move. In all honesty, what father could watch such arousingly sexual abuse being heaped on his own daughter without wanting a modicum of action himself? I can never forget the heat generated watching Jenna getting herself fucked insensible by George that first time. Crouched on his knees, he positioned himself between his daughter's splayed thighs. The seven of us stood watching. It was not a time we were needed. Looking up at her father she frowned rather prettily, "No dad, you mustn't." she whispered, barely audibly. For a moment he wavered, unsure I think whether to enforce his desire or to honor his only daughter's wishes. The cum seeping out of her was incredible. "Allow me my greatest wish Thao," he literally begged her. For a moment she too appeared to be weighing up all options. Then she smiled. "If I thought my recent experience with her was at the cutting edge of achievable pleasure, watching Khoa take his own daughter and her full complicity in such forbidden intercourse - simply re-wrote the manual. God knows what he had left to give her. I don't suppose it really matters now I think of it. It is the act itself he so craved, not the bells and whistles. For her part... she was the perfect submissive daughter/wife/lover, moaning and encouraging his increasingly deeper penetration. I think the seven of us were excluded from the fantasy world those two shared for several awe-inspiring minutes. Certainly as they experienced a conjoined orgasmic bliss - our existence was superfluous in the extreme. After that, there could be no more involvement with her. Our time had long passed, theirs had just begun! (c) Peter_Pan 2006 Ever wondered what Kylie, Louise or Chloe look like? Visit "The World of Peter_Pan" and you might just find out! http://www.geocities.com/worldofpeter_pan/intro.html NOTE: Just a week left if you wish to acquire a copy of "The Complete Harper Valley," send me advice of your order number to receive additionally the three unpublished Harper-Valley episodes: "Last Rites," "Ghosts of Harper" and "Fallout." To all those who HAVE bought the book (and I have yet to hear from a dissatisfied purchaser heheh,) my thanks to ALL of you! *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 41