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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- 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 *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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 44