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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Harper Valley: Last Rites By Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com) *** Although pre-dating the last three HV recollections on Kirsten, I am now bowing to reader pressure and submitting the two "lost" stories that followed our withdrawal from Harpers. (The next episode will be next week) These have not been published in the earlier series. (Mf, ped, mast, bd, orgy) *** As far as the family was concerned, Harper Valley ended for Natalie, Kylie and Jenna (Chris too of course) with the concluding events that were recalled in seminal detail in "Farewell to Zion." For those of you without the opportunity to have read "The Complete Harper Valley," such knowledge is unfortunately denied you, but be assured, the decision was taken as a family to wholly withdraw from the 'arena of dreams.' Regrettable in hindsight then, that in a moment of abject weakness I was to re-indulge my overwrought need-for-seed but one last time, and fully without the awareness of the other four. True, Jer had bombarded me with requests for a re- think, or more specifically a complete back-down on our decision. In desperation, he had even text-messaged Natalie, Kylie and Jenna, pleading for their re- involvement, fuelled I suspect, by the exhortations of the majority of the other participating males. Only threats of bodily harm finally caused him to back- off. We still talked once in a while of course, even had a cappuccino occasionally at the local shopping mall when he would take great delight in regaling me with many a sexual tale of deviant behavior at some recent party - but the subject of my daughters was clearly understood to be off the agenda. I made casual enquiry about Rhiannon, hoping in fact to hear little that might sadden me and it was a source of great pleasure admittedly when I heard Jerry comment that she had hardly attended since we left. Obviously, I was not over my personal crisis regarding that wondrously brief relationship. Jer was never to be privy to such knowledge. Larissa, being now Chris' full-time girlfriend, was a regular fixture at our home and was pretty much slotted-in as my fourth daughter. She and her father no longer attended the parties either, having taken the decision to leave, the same week we did. George and I became ultimately close friends and spent many a long and pleasantly alkified night in each other's company. Why the Hell then couldn't I just have let sleeping dogs lie? It wasn't a "party" as such, Jerry knew he had less chance of securing my presence at another of those little gatherings than he did of coercing Jenna to model a new range of swimwear for him in his own bathroom. "Just an informal gathering of a few friends at his place," was how he initially described it to me, that night he called last week. And so it proved to be. He simply omitted to mention that the "couple of ladies" coming as well, were actually still in tenth grade. Having first to drop Kylie off at a girlfriend's sleepover that night, I arrived at Jerry's place a good hour and a half after everyone else. Many familiar faces on site. Connor, Warwick, Brad, Graham...a shifty-looking guy called Lenny who you wouldn't buy a used toothpick off, let alone a car, and another friend of Jer's whose name I've forgotten. Ahead of anything though, I noticed Virginia chatting animatedly in one corner and Caitlin sitting on Warwick's lap. Both appeared to be sans their own fathers, which might have been considered risky in the attending circumstances. While Jerry and I were talking, I noticed a couple of men quite unfamiliar to me, enter the loungeroom from the far hallway, which appeared to be some sort of cue for Brad and Graham to get up and leave the room. Given their evident self- satisfied expressions I asked Jer what was going on? He just smiled his "I'm so debauched I can't believe it" look and informed me there was "another girl or two" upstairs somewhere. "Well at least it's none of my three I was thinking," somewhat smugly. At that point, Caitlin walked over and sat herself down on my knee - much to Warwick's chagrin I noted. "Hello Noel," she whispered, cuddling up against me. "We've soo missed you and the girls. Are you ever going to come to another party?" "No sweetheart," I told her, gently kissing her forehead. "We all made the decision to pull-out and we can't go back on it now. To be honest, I didn't even know any of you poppets would be here tonight." She smiled that wonderfully warm and inviting little smile she is so good at and despite myself, I then wanted to take her somewhere private and recall some of the magic I had missed so much. She wasn't making it any easier for me and at the point Jer got up and went across to say something to Connor, I was finding my hands remembering old habits as they inched their way beneath Caitlin's rather prominent and eminently desirable young breasts. That low-cut blouse she had on was doing little to dissuade my interest in that general area either and didn't she know it? The slightest of sighs betrayed her needs and if those little lips weren't suddenly and intentionally within kissable range, then my understanding of the feminine art is sadly lacking. No-one could kiss lips like that, attached to a youthful body such as they were, and not experience majorly high-voltage arousal. Slipping a hand beneath her top, the coolest and smoothest of female curves on site liquefied whatever resolutions I might have set for myself. Glazed and wriggling now, Caitlin's kisses became more passionate, mine more daring. Caressing those wonderfully taut and erect nipples inside her skimpy bra, there is no way she could have been unaware of the system-reboot taking place right beneath her hot little bottom. I was back in the fold alright! The designer of that particular skirt Caitlin had on, should have won the "Procreational Award" for 2004. A central zip, of all brilliantly conceived fashion innovations, meant that not only could she flaunt her hot little red briefs without either bending over or even spreading her legs, but that in the event she found herself seated astride a gentleman of such questionably deviate intentions as myself, instant access for both fingers and other appendages, was but a zzzzzzzzzzzzz away! Let's just say I put the thing to a thorough road-test! Observing standard operational procedure, I first allowed my hand to inch its entirely paedophilic way due west, beneath the skirt. Approaching the tropics, Caitlin's milky-soft skin betrayed the heat build-up between her slim legs. That first gentle brush down the front of her panties brought forth a small gasp of pleasure. It wasn't the '"small" gasps I was looking to promote though! Leaning into me, both breasts pretty much visible to nipple level down her bra, I set-up camp digitally speaking, alongside her central printer-port. The material there was wet and the outlook for "more showers." My vocalised "You OK with this sweetie?" was of course quite unnecessary but gave her at least the opportunity to pull back from her on-going lip activity and to acknowledge her assent to my continued vaginal therapy, albeit at this stage through her panties. Feels so damn naughty that, it's to die for! In terms of being "erect," I was suffering penile claustrophobia. At the point however that I was able to shuffle that hot little body temporarily sideways, I was in a position to free-up access to both my own and Caitlin's zip. It worked well. In as big a hurry to divest herself of her panties as myself, she wriggled out of those confining but Oh, so arousing little undies, at much the same time I drew out my own plug-in. Swiftly flipping her over on to her tummy, fully astride me now, she lost no time in making the necessary adjustments. The view ahead from my perspective was not half bad. Both breasts and nipples completely visible and in continuous motion whichever of us moved and however slightly. Once fully inside her, it was simply a case of finding new angles of incidence and a compatible rhythm. Far from quiet now, she was contributing greatly to our joint pleasure by alternately pleading for deeper penetration whilst kissing me passionately. Life does not get any better than this - trust me on this point! I have made mention of the fact before, but to make love to a young girl while she is for the most part fully dressed, is just the hottest thing. From any rearward voyeurs' POV all that could be seen would be a hot young girl face down on some guy's lap, her wriggling rear-end fully covered still with perhaps the occasional peak of various naughty areas, as the pace hots up. You can always tell when a girl is nearing her own orgasm. She begins to kiss so intensely and the urgency throughout her body can be felt. As it happened, I was there in the same ball-park. This was a 9.5 on the Richter Scale! Even as I pumped-in the last of my white magic, Caitlin was murmuring unintelligibly and clutching me to her. I just hugged her and covered her beautiful face with kisses. We lay there for quite a while, completely sated but more importantly having touched on a higher plateau for those all-important seconds. As always, I was having thoughts already as to how much I would have preferred she not consummate any similar act with another man there - As if I had that right! Perhaps divining my thoughts, Caitlin gave Warwick a thinly disguised if not incontrovertibly abrupt brush- off when he sidled over, intent quite obviously on furthering her orgasmic cause. He has always reminded me of the Coyote when it comes to his bedside manner so far as young girls are concerned. Beep beep! Virginia was up to her old tricks. Anyone, anyplace...anytime! Connor was availing himself of her charms, spread there as she was on the far lounge with another of Jerry's friends rudely assaulting her fully exposed breasts. So grateful was I at that juncture, that Rhiannon was not a party to this little session. Caitlin sat with me.....on me actually, for quite a while and we talked of many things. School, Jenna and just who in fact cares if Brittany is pregnant? By the time she wandered off, Jerry was organising a few late- night drinks and nibblies. Lucky I would only have those three or four back-streets to navigate en-route home. No need to traverse any major highway, thereby risking a random police breath-testing unit. By eleven-ish I was feeling not half bad. Spent some quality time with a few of my other friends, the girls having taken themselves off somewhere - upstairs I think. I did notice guys filtering themselves out from various conversational groups at intervals and heading in the direction of the hallway, presumably for a few moments passion on the upper floor. I mentioned that I should be "getting home soon" to Jerry at one point. "You can't go 'till you've been upstairs Noel," he responded, winking maniacally like John Cleese. "Yeah?" I asked. "Doubt there's much going on up there I haven't seen before Jer." I added. "No, maybe not," he replied, "But it's never hard to watch is it Noel?" I looked at him. Sometimes he could be such a sleazebag! Principally to shut him up, I took myself up the stair- well not ten minutes later. More than familiar with the layout of the house I first looked-in on Michelle's bedroom - one that held especially fond memories for me. Virginia was playing to a full-house - Graham and two other guys I neither knew or cared that much about getting acquainted with. One thing I have to admire about Virginia - she's a stayer! Put her in the most outrageous sexual predicament and she'll work it to her best advantage. Of course, caring little where she is being penetrated or by whom at any given moment, does make it a tad easier! On this occasion they had her performing the awesome feat of lying spread-eagled face down on Graham's lap, butt tight-up against his lower abdomen - obviously getting fucked, as her torso draped off the edge of the bed, down between Graham's knees somewhere, sucking noisily on one of the other guys as he knelt there on the floor, making all sorts of disparaging remarks as to her sexual predilection. As if to back-up his assertions, he appeared to be groping the girl's breasts with a fervor not seen since the days of Caligula. The third guy was the far side of the activated trio, attending to his own problems. Even as I watched, he managed to extract a healthy stream from his tortured erection, which he managed to spurt directionally all the way from the girl's lower back to her hairline. I wouldn't be surprised if he even caught her on the side of her face in places. Graham motioned for me to take some imminently active role in Virginia's further debasement, but in all honesty she has never appealed to me. As a sexual athlete, she is to be admired. As an object of desirability, I find her as alluring as Mae West after the autopsy! The master bedroom was interesting. Trust Brad to be 'in the zone,' when it comes to hot under-age defilement. Center quilt, he and Len (or Lenny as he seemed to prefer) were taking their time doing some very bad things to a rather slim and apparently compliant young Miss, that I took to be Caitlin. The reason I couldn't immediately identify the owner of the legs, is that they had her face-down, tied-up and hooded. From the muffled sounds she was making in response to the indignities being heaped upon her - gagged too! While Brad was attempting his usual party trick - the rear-entry tango, Len was kneeling alongside her prostrate body, his hands beneath her, mauling her young breasts every which way. Dragging her butt higher and spreading her legs further, even allowing for the fact that I was to one side of the action and was denied a view of the girl's outright sodomy, I figured Brad was well inside...so to speak. What really anchored my attention though was the fact that despite her predicament and limitation of movement...she was inarguably pushing her hot little ass backwards on to Brad just as hard as she was able. As for Lenny, I was thinking just how much skin-cream she would be needing on those sore and abused little breasts by the time this session was ended. Then again, God-knows what they had been doing with her earlier? Brad of course made complete his day and left his calling card way up her forbidden channel. His second or third for all I knew. Lenny too I could see now, had been attending to his own grotty pleasures concurrently and had spurted a copious amount of semen over her bound wrists and lower back. The girl was a mess. "Take her yourself Noel," Brad muttered, "Fuck her any way you like....she loves it." He sat down on the edge of the coverlet and gave her a bottom a spank, which drew forth another muffled yelp. Having no wish to do anything with a girl in that bound and helpless condition, I approached her prostrate body feet first. Untying her wrists, the girl wriggled momentarily and I thought I caught sight of a hint of dark curls between her legs. Hurriedly I removed the hood. Reflecting on the moment now....I truly believe I would have preferred it to have been Jenna even (although I would have recognised that curvy little bottom from fifty feet away) I had no need to even turn her over and remove the gag - the flared reddish hair was all I needed to see. I'm no street vigilante but I dropped Brad right where he sat, with just one punch. Len saw or sensed my aura I guess and took off. I would have killed him and even that wouldn't have been enough! I was crying by then, and ripping away the gag, I just held Rhiannon to me. Sobbing uncontrollably herself as I cuddled her, all I could think was "Why?" "Why?" I wanted to believe that she would never willingly submit to what I had just witnessed and yet I had seen what I had seen. Her total complicity and consensuality in her own degradation. Never would this have happened, I told myself futilely, if I had continued to attend the parties... I would never have allowed it. She would never have wanted it... permitted it even. Brushing her hair back off her forehead and kissing her, I could see her clothes across the far chair. I brought them to her and once she had dressed. I just wanted to hold her there on the bed until time ran out. Brad was still out cold but breathing...unfortunately. Jerry and a few others came up but seeing my expression, sensibly remained outside the doorway. When the red cloud had dissipated and the adrenaline returned home, I began to wonder if I had even learned my lesson over what had gone before so far as Larissa was concerned. Some overly protective aspect of my genetic make-up cannot accept it seems, the rights of certain young girls... even Rhiannon's age, to choose for themselves what they are comfortable with. As the images came flooding back I just sank into a morass of desolation. My beautiful and innocent little Rhiannon - agreeing to being used like a cheap slut. I couldn't bear it. But of course that's the whole thing - she isn't mine is she? Suffice to say, I have never seen her again and if nothing else, that night achieved two things. It completely vindicated my/our decision to withdraw from the parties themselves and it gave me complete and utter closure as to the period of my life that once was known as Harper Valley. It hasn't cured me though of looking at young girls and wishing! (c) Peter_Pan "The Complete Harper Valley" www.lulu.com/content/106537 Other Short stories: www.lulu.com/noel Visit also: www.geocities.com/worldofpeter_pan/intro.html *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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 42