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Peter Pan Harper Valley
Published: 20.09.2016 . 137,054 Words.
The opening Harper Valley chapters, first compiled in the early 2000’s, although undeniably adult in content are, if you have the awareness to see, anything but “grubby” little tales. They are in fact, intended as a dedication to the beauty of youthful innocence and at their core, is a deep love and respect for the feminine form. To many, this will appear an irreconcilable paradox given the content.

If you cannot divine the difference between “exploitation” and “limitless appreciation,” best you go read something else. “Heart of Darkness,” by Joseph Conrad for instance!

The girls here are loved – probably more so than most. They simply have had an opportunity to express their youth and sexuality in ways that not one in fifty million young females the world over, ever have.
A few inconsistencies in the ages of the girls to be politically correct but other than that this is the most erotic story I ever read
It's a wonderful story and very well written which is what I liked a lot. Pretty annoying though that the ages of the three daughters are not consistent with the storyline; they go from younger to older and than suddenly much younger again. Also, the son in the story is first called Chris and than later on Luke. C'mon, really? I also wonder what the (middle-aged) guys have been eating or drinking as they can 'perform' many miracles in any one session of a few hours. It's funny at first but really gets quite unbelievable after a while.
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This edition as an e-Book published 2021
“Young girls are akin to fine wine. Let them age a little and you can appreciate the blend”
Shortly after “The Complete Harper Valley” was published, I recall thinking, “How did we pull through all this relatively unscathed?" Certainly no voice spoke to me from out of a burning bush, no clay tablets fell at my feet, inscribed with the words, “Remember my Ten Commandments?…you just blew the lot.” There was merely a sense of regained normality.
Fate however had no intention of relinquishing its iron grip on both circumstance and emotion, and t hus ensuing events from late 2007 onwards, resurrected once more, the spectre of valley-life in my day to day domesticity.
Certainly the family, as a cohesive unit, has not been drawn-in to the maelstrom any further, but for myself I must plead guilty to the charge of cavorting with the Devil when he has asked me to dance.
Unlike “The Complete Harper Valley,” the chapters here, though chronologically accurate are not linked in any way and may be viewed simply as isolated “instances” rather than being the end result of any master-plan as such.
As such, this book should not be regarded as a sequel per se, or even a continuance. It is as the title suggests – simply a postscript!
Peter_Pan Longmont, Colorado USA January 2021
(As initially published in “The Complete Harper Valley”)
and you’re all Harper Valley hypocrites”
So sang Jeannie C. Riley way back in 1968, in the song written by C & W star Tom T. Hall, that propelled her to the top of pop charts worldwide. The lyrics are as applicable in 2005 as they were almost forty years ago. It remains one of my all time favorites.
Much as I would like to admit that the contents of this book were inspired by the song itself, such is not the case. Nor do I imagine either Tom T Hall or Jeannie herself would wish to be associated with what is inescapably adult literature. The fact is, that without going into unnecessary detail, certain real-time events paved the way for this series and it was simply the association of young girls currently attending High School, that recalled to mind the lyrics of Harper Valley PTA .
That said, I remain deeply appreciative of both Jeannie C. Riley and Tom T. Hall for their collaboration on this timeless classic.
Certainly, ‘passing the baton’ as it were, had seemed smooth enough. I was delighted that she and Luke had developed the bond they had at the very end of the “Harper interlude.” Not only was I comfortable in the knowledge that like us, she and her father had seceded from the group but by forming an attachment with my son – I saw more of her now than at any time during the frenetic partying.
They seemed both compatible and emotionally linked – I have never once seen or heard them arguing and she became as regular a fixture at our dinner table as any of my four. We still talked as we always had, she never failed to give me a goodnight kiss before Luke would take her home or George, pick her up. Speaking of George, he and I would often go to the local tavern for many pleasant hours of two-way vocalised indulgence. On much the same wavelength, we were never short of a subject for conversation let’s say.
Whenever the subject of Harper Valley came up – and that actually was very rarely – he would freely admit to missing the physical side of things with my three – little Jenna especially, for whom I know he still carries a flame, one of glowing intensity if the truth be known. One has only to watch his reactions when around her, just the little things – how he looks into her eyes when she is talking. The occasional contact with her hand or shoulder – all the quintessential gentlemanly quirks. I, of all people should recognize the symptoms, being thus afflicted in Larissa’s presence.
I must openly confess, nothing would have given me greater pleasure than to see Jenna form a deeper attachment for him, despite the uncompromising age difference. She will never find anyone who loves her more and who would forever treat her with George’s unconditional respect and kindness. No-one ever likely to fuck her more intensely either. He really had her number and she – his! If George wanted to take her to bed three nights a week, it would be wholly with my blessing. Well - so long as I could watch!
So yeah, Larissa was on site more often than not. Sometimes she would even come here direct from College and make a start on her assignments whilst waiting for Luke to get home from work. That of course gave she and I time together – especially when I was enlisted to source web-sites, relative to whatever she was researching.
Funny thing, I never regarded the relationship at that stage as any more than that of father/potential stepdaughter, despite what we had shared so intimately in our previous co-existence. I’m sure it would have stayed this way too, had not we been left in the house alone one Tuesday afternoon when Jenna, Kylie and Natalie were all elsewhere and Luke had called to say he’d be an hour or so late.
These facts alone had actually nothing to do with what happened.. The wheels fell off over nothing more significant than Larissa inadvertently dislodging a reference book that fell on the floor between us, at the table we keep in the dining room specifically for school-work.
Leaning down, I picked the thing up and in the process of returning it to the small pile of other books, I discovered Larissa’s face only inches from my own. It was a beautiful face ….a face I realised I still loved desperately. She kissed me every bit as intentionally as a young girl on a first date. This of course put paid to any further homework.
“I so love you Noel,” she whispered, almost in justification of her lips being locked now, firmly on to my own.
“Well sweetheart ,” I said, disentangling our mouths momentarily. “I seem to remember us addressing this problem months back. Kind of a “High Noon” as I recall, with me riding off into a nuclear holocaust. You hooked up with Luke – I was happy for you both…..and now we’re doing our best to betray everyone we both love. Makes a lot of sense!”
“But since you mention it,” I added, “I love you too sweetheart. Beyond family ties, common sense or even biological credibility. What the Hell are we going to do about it?”
Larissa glanced towards the hallway and the far staircase .
“My thoughts exactly,” I smiled, taking her hand.
At the point I had her lying on my quilt in just her matching blue bra and panties, I could do no more than just stare at her unutterable beauty. Well I suppose that is radically understating the situation.. So much could I have done – it’s doubtful she would ever have recovered. I don’t even recall with any distinct clarity the order in which I proceeded.
Her bra must have been an early casualty because I can still taste the milky softness of those beautiful breasts and hear the soft girlish sounds of silence, as I suckled her to the very edge of reason. Her urgency grew with my own and I do remember that no sooner had I pulled her panties down, than she kicked them off and spread her legs wide, inviting somewhat more than a six-monthly gynaecological check-up.
I sank into the depths. I was home – protected by her arms and befuddled by her kisses. Nothing else mattered. When you love a girl on an empirical level like this – cause and effect no longer registers. I had all those months of separatist diplomacy to make-up for. I wanted nothing less than to impregnate her – to place my seed in the receptacle that had always been mine to usurp. George I knew, would understand.
Larissa moaned as I took her …. transported her, far beyond Neverland to a place that only I had residency. The tears she was shedding were anything but those of pain…it was in fact the worst agony of all ….understanding!
Even our joint orgasmic bliss was but an interruption in what followed. I made love to her on her knees, kneeling upright, astride me – and finally on her back with her legs over my shoulders. Long emptied of anything vaguely procreative, I was driven by such repressed love for the girl, I feared for my emotional well-being.
“Don’t pull out,” she pleaded at one stage …..”Don’t ever pull out!” Truth is, I hadn’t planned to.
A little later however, having by necessity to get dressed, I watched as she wriggled back in to her panties, more than happy to allow the soft cotton to stem the seeping tide from between her legs, having expressed her preference to stay ‘squishy,’ rather than take a shower and lose the ultimate focus of my affection.
How can I ever forget either, her kneeling there on my bed, breasts jutting out proudly as, handing me her bra, she just whispered in wide-eyed girlish tease, “ You put it on for me!”
So pleasantly arousing a task did that prove, packing those soft and delicate little orbs back into their padded creche, it was all I could do not to push her backwards, tug those skimpy little panties back down and take up where I left off. But for now – kissing her was what I needed and no lips ever to cross my line of vision, were better suited to such a task. I held her to me and let passion run it’s course.
With still a good half an hour before Luke or anyone else was due home, we just sat and talked. Far from my bedroom too – that definitely not being conducive to rational thinking.
“Do you love my son?” I then cruelly asked, having no right to put Larissa in so desperately pressured a situation, but equally – needing to know.
The poor kid lost out either way. Had she said “Yes,” it challenged then her own loyalties and morality. A “No,” would question her very motives for being with him, classifying her additionally as a “user,” simply hanging around until Mr Right reined in his steed in the coming months. She certainly didn’t rush her answer.
“Yes,” she finally said, “I do love Luke – but it’s just so different. I know he’s your son Noel , but he’s not you…he never can be. I don’t know what it is with you ….you make me feel like both your daughter and your lover. When you make love to me I just feel so close to you emotionally – it’s like I always was part of you. Things we share – she glanced back towards the stairs – Luke and I never can…and that’s not his fault…not anyone’s fault. Does all this make any sense?”
I smiled at her, “Luckily no,” I lied.
I knew of course exactly what she was trying to say and my heart ached for her as she spoke. Nothing though could ever bridge that getting on for forty-year age difference and however much I loved her, it was an inescapable fact now that our relationship was doomed to be one of fleeting coexistence. 59 -19….69-29…the most basic of math ruled out the possibility of this game ever going into extra time.
“Well sweetheart,” I grinned, “You’re just going to have to get used to being raped by an old man from time to time. Perhaps your father-in-law if things pan out right? Think you can live with that?”
She hugged me to her, “At least once a week?” she giggled, “Think you can manage that?”

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