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We may as a family have seceded from the fortnightly gatherings, but life goes on in the Valley, NOTHING is irreplaceable and certainly "no-one" is bigger than the game itself! (Mf, ped, inc, 1st, mast) *** I haven't been entirely honest with you all. Not in what I have detailed let me quickly admit, but rather in what I HAVEN'T told you. Whether or not I have a need to confess my involvement (and at this juncture, you should know that Jenna. Kylie and Natalie have no inkling of what I am about to relate) is open to speculation. I have simply come to a decision recently, to open a window if you like, into a shadowy world of sexually unhinged indulgence, that in some quarters will be denounced as deviate in the extreme, in others, as being at the zenith of erotic good fortune. To whichever camp you subscribe, it ultimately matters nothing to me - I am just the storyteller. Pinpointing the origins of the weekend in question is simple enough. Those of you who have read the Harper Valley recollection entitled "They Shoot Hussies Don't They?" may remember that was the occasion that my three girls' English teacher - Graham Saville, first introduced his daughters Chloe and Kirsten to the madding crowd. Chloe at that stage was just thirteen and her little sister only ten. Not surprisingly, the novelty of involving girls of that age in such sexual opportunities as thus presented themselves that day, took the short-term fancy of several fathers - their own included evidently. No more than forty-eight hours after the party at Connor's house had broken up, I had a call from Jer, who always tended to see himself as group spokesperson. "Well what did you think of the party?" he asked. Not sure what he was expecting me to say, I just replied, "One hell of an afternoon Jer, my three are still pretty sore actually." He was quiet for a moment then asked abruptly, "What'd ya think of Chloe and Kirsten?" Immediately, images of the ten-year old on Connor's bed with Jenna's hand up between her legs, replayed themselves quite involuntarily. They were followed by recalled images of Kirsten gasping with surprise, as both Connor and Sandy sprinkled liberal amounts of talcum powder over her tiny and as yet only partially developed breasts. "I think we got lucky Jer, to be honest," I answered. "Why do you ask?" Again a slight hesitation. "There's been kinda a development," he drawled cryptically. "What sort of development might that be Jer," I asked. He did after all, always love to dramatise anything given half a chance. "Well it goes without saying Noel," I heard him cough for effect, "Girls that age - you know what I'm saying - really young girls, just have the edge don't they?" I was going to ask "what edge?" but of course I knew precisely what he meant. I just liked to kid myself I was above such contemplations. Nevertheless, I wasn't gonna make it easy for him. "Well sure Jer," I said "Who but a fool could argue the semantics of any under-age drawcard? But what's your point my friend?" "What if I told you we were organising a one-off night with Graham's two and a few other cute little things that their father's have pledged to bring along?" I genuinely was stumped for an immediate reply but after a moment, came out with, "I'd say....why ya telling me that Jer? Firstly, Jenna and Kylie are in their mid to late teens so what relevance my involvement? Secondly, what is it you're angling for - my blessing?" "You're telling me you're not interested? He sounded speechless. "I'm telling you, its really none of my business Jer and anyway pre-teen exploitation really isn't my scene - undoubted pleasures that such might bring. "You are such a hypocrite," he levelled at me. "What the hell were you doing with Chloe then? From what I could see you had her panties off in record time and if that was simulated sex you two were having, then my optician is up for retirement...Oh and guess what mate?" he ranted on, "Just five weeks ago she was still only twelve...a bona-fide pre-teen my friend." Ok, so he had a point. I could hardly leave him with the upper hand however. "Five weeks is five weeks though Jer," I countered. "She was still a teenie any way you cut it. But I do admit (I was feeling vaguely concessional) that seeing little Kirsten being stripped and fondled, not to mention Connor shaking baby powder over her nipples, was just about as hot as it gets." "Thank God for small mercies," Jer muttered, "I was beginning to think you'd lost it Noel." Neither of us spoke for a moment. "So ARE you interested in coming next Saturday?" he continued on. "Graham says he'll bring both Chloe and Kirsten. Two other fathers have said they will bring their daughters - one's ten, another's eleven, I'm not sure about the others. Even Warwick has said he knows a friend of a friend who would be more than happy to "borrow" another eleven or twelve-year old for the occasion." I was going to ask how anyone could possibly know someone who would "lend" their pre-teen daughter for a sex party...but if it was at all likely - Warwick would definitely know them. Something I have never told you all about Warwick you really should be made aware of. He is a high-ranking barrister - stoic defender of the faith! Almost laughable isn't it? "Tell you what Jer," I replied, "Just to keep you all honest I might put in an appearance. If for no other reason - I rather like little Chloe, I might just take it upon myself to watch out for her and her little sister's welfare. Where's the gathering set down for by the way?" "Brad's place Sunday. We're starting later - around five-thirty-ish." came the reply. "Makes sense," I laughed, "Gives everyone time to attend afternoon Mass!" ** Had no problem explaining my absence to the girls the following Sunday, simply telling them I had to work on some new software applications with my business partner cross town. They pretty much all had things to do anyway. Arriving at Brad's home it looked like the place had been decorated for Aaron Carter's eighth birthday. I wondered if there plans afoot for everyone to wing-it to the local McDonald's for a piece of sponge-cake with a sparkler in it. "Jeeze, how old ARE these girls?" I was wondering. I didn't have long to find out. Graham was pretty much the first there and having little Chloe run up and hug me was anything but a hardship. Neither was looking at her. I realise there probably shouldn't be, but there is something intrinsically sexy about very young girls in party dresses that seem to bridge the gap so readily between child and young adult. Chloe's certainly did that - a pretty yellow cotton number gathered at the waist, which was also doing a piss-poor job of concealing her hot little breasts, which even at thirteen, were doing their best to promote their welcome presence. Kirsten was no less attractively presented and if that wasn't a touch of make-up that Graham had encouraged her to wear, then I'm a poor judge of allure. She was a doll and it could hardly escape my notice just how many of the fathers on site did a double-take as she giggled her way towards the lounge-room, hand in hand with a very proud if not fully decadent daddy. Speaking of "attendees," I counted at least fifteen other guests. most of whom I knew by sight and pretty much all of whom had, like me, older daughters that had graced many a Harper gathering. Thankful I was right at that moment I had no pre-teen daughters left. Might I have been tempted to bring them? I like to think not....but there again who could ever have convinced me eighteen months earlier that I would willingly stand by while not one, but all three of my daughters were taken repeatedly by multiple partners and in most every position imaginable - all in the name of New-Age sexual freedom? Having no wish to shock the reader insensible, but the fact is, there were a couple of mothers there also, their arms around their young charges who quite obviously had been expertly dressed and dolled-up by their moms. Sometimes I think its maybe the rest of the world needs to take a reality check. These little innocents are not as "innocent" as society would have you believe. Introduced to a pretty little red-head named Samantha, who her father happened to mention was ten, I would be lying if I told you I had anything on my mind but having her sit on my lap right then, whilst I kissed those already exquisite shoulders and ran my hands gently through her teased-up curls. Instead I was forced to say "Nice to meet you Samantha, I hope we can spend a few moments together later?" For just a second she looked straight at me and that perceptive little expression simply erased my hard drive. Then her father pulled her away to meet someone else and the moment was trashed. Amber and Kaelyn were, as Jer had speculated, ten and eleven respectively. Two pretty little ash-blondes who although eighteen months apart, could easily have been taken as twins. Both shared a mop of hair, deep blue eyes and a propensity to giggle when addressed (one could only assume when undressed also) Their father Martin, who had sporadically attended the parties back when my three last attended, lost no time in asking me, "Any chance of seeing your three girls again?" "They are sorely missed," he added. I wondered for a moment whether or not that was a deliberate play on the word "sorely," but gave him the benefit of the doubt. "Fraid not Martin," I replied, letting go his hand, "We made the decision to abstain full time and that's how its gonna stay my friend." Wondering what his own fifteen-year old elder daughter was doing these days, I continued, "So what's the story with Wendy? I didn't even know you had these two poppets as well!" Both looked up at me at that second, impish smiles at the ready. A man could die looking upon such sublime tease. "Wendy is fine," he responded, "She actually went to your friend's place the other week," he inclined his head towards Jerry, just across from us. "Great," I thought, "Another nail in her coffin, if he and Brad had anything to do with it." Being introduced to twelve-year old Courtney was highly pleasurable also, but it was her mother I couldn't take my eyes off. "Why" I wondered, would a sexy-looking, immaculately dressed and worldly young woman like Haylee, be parading her innocent little pre-teen daughter (yeah, I know - it's just hearsay) in front of a bunch of desperately perverted fathers such as were present, unless she was equally perverted herself? In that contemplation, I think I probably answered my own question... (c) Peter_Pan 2006 This 'extract' from Chapter Eleven of "Harper Valley: A Postscript" (2006) http://www.lulu.com/content/402381 "World of Peter_Pan" website: http://www.geocities.com/worldofpeter_pan/index.html "The Complete Harper Valley" http://www.lulu.com/content/106537 *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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 47