Harper Valley Revisited

This story is written based upon the Harper Valley series of stories, posted on another web site. I enjoyed them very much so I decided to try my hand at a similar story. It really is based upon those other stories, but believe it can stand alone. Though I am female, I wrote this from the point of view of a father. While the Harper Valley series is, according to the author, a true story – this is pure fantasy. None of it happened and probably never would around these parts. But then that's what fantasy is all about, isn't it? I hope some find it entertaining. Now – the story:

I am a forty year old father who has raised a lovely, mature beyond her years, eighteen year old daughter. Her name is Ashton and her mother died in a car accident when Ashton was only four. I have cared for her ever since. We recently moved into a well to do neighborhood where most residents are upper middle class to just plain upper class, if the USA would admit to such a class distinction. We live on a five acre tract with lots of privacy, but with neighbors close enough to be friends if you want, far enough apart if you don't. I am a retired financial analyst who managed to get out of the market at its peak and as a result have quite a nice nest egg. I am in good physical shape, with more money and time on my hands than is probably good for me.

Ashton was just beginning her first year at the local university not far from our home. Did I mention that she is lovely? Such an understatement, but then I am probably a bit prejudiced in that regard. She has beautiful shoulder length, dark hair with a hint of red in it when the sun shines just right. Her hair is parted on the right in such a manner that when she leans forward, it falls over her left eye in a most attractive, and yes, sexy manner. She has the most beautiful big brown eyes set above high cheek bones which frame a youthful mouth with full, sensuous lips. She is 5' 6" with a body that has matured beautifully, long slender legs above a pert round little ass which tapers to her small waist. Her breasts are in perfect proportion to her body, not huge but large enough? What's the saying - anything larger than a mouthful ------?? I have raised her to be proud of her body and neither of us are very inhibited regarding nudity around each other. The lack of inhibition around each other may have a lot to do with what has happened since I attended a meeting of the sorority she would like to join. Somewhat unusual I thought, to invite parents to such a meeting but if that's what Ashton wanted, the so be it.

I certainly considered Ashton sexy and figured she would probably break a few hearts along the way, but had never harbored thoughts of having sex with her in any shape or form. Well, perhaps I had fantasized about sex with her – but actually doing it – No Way. Things do have a way of changing. Enough background. Now let me relate what has happened.

The meeting was held at the school about a month after classes started that year. Most of the students at this university were day students so very few lived on campus. Ashton and most of her friends lived at home with their parents while attending school. The program at the meeting included meeting the other students and their families as well as the faculty advisor, a very well preserved older psychology professor.

Ashton was having fun chatting with her friends and I was enjoying meeting some of the other parents. I noticed one man in particular watching the young girls as they talked and cut up as girls in their teens or early twenties will do. It was late summer and most, like Ashton, were dressed in shorts and tops that left the midriff bare, or short skirts and t-shirts displaying their bodies to best advantage. I wasn't a certified dirty old man, yet, but these girls were so cute and, dare I say it, yes, sexy, that it was hard not to let your imagination run free for a bit. Ashton ran up to tell me she and two of her friends were going in search of another girl. I knew the two girls she was with. They were new friends from school that were about the same age or a bit older than she, but Ashton had visited them at their house and they had come to ours and I felt they were good kids. Also didn't hurt that they were almost as cute as Ashton, especially in their little bikinis when they went for a dip in our pool. I had met their father, Noel, and thought he was a nice guy who loved his daughters. I smiled and told Ashton I'd wait for her there and off she went with the two other girls. The man I had noticed earlier had observed our brief exchange, then eyed Ashton with a funny look on his face as she ran off. Then he looked back at me and walked over to where I was standing.

"Hi, I'm Jerry Clarke," he said. "That is a lovely daughter you have there."

"Thanks," I said, eyeing him a little cautiously. "I'm Parker Bryant. Nice to meet you," I said, not knowing if it was going to be nice or not.

"Nice to meet you as well, Parker," he said as we shook hands. "Are you folks new to the area?" he asked.

"Well, we've been here for a few months but are just beginning to meet the neighbors and get acclimated," I replied.

"Really!" he said, somewhat absently. "That's good. "

Then he abruptly changing the subject, saying, "Your daughter seems like a very mature young lady?" And, looking at the young girls walking by, said, "what do you think of all these young things running around here? I tell you, it really gets the old juices flowing watching these girls running around these days in such sexy outfits, doesn't it?"

A little taken aback at his remark, I replied, a little hesitantly, "Yes, guess it does. Styles have certainly changed since I was that young."

"Yeah, know what you mean. You know, it's all father can do to make sure they don't get themselves in trouble, if you know what I mean?" he winked at me.

"Yeah, guess I do." I replied a bit uncertainly. Where was he going with THIS?

"Ever thought of "doing it" with one of these girls?" he whispered, pointing to a very cute blonde in a tight tan mini skirt with a blouse covering very nice breasts, with cleavage, and a figure to die for.

"I guess I have, like most men, fantasized about it, but consequences always seem to get in the way," I laughed nervously.

"Well, I'd bet there are those here who don't just fantasize about it," he said with a cryptic look. Then before I could reply, said, "hey, here comes your daughter with my daughter, Michelle."

Ashton ran up, accompanied by the two girls she had left with and a third girl that I assumed was Jerry's Michelle. "Dad, this is Michelle, and you know Jenna and Kylie", she said completing the introductions.

"Well, hello Michelle. It's nice to meet you. And it's nice to see Jenna and Kylie again too." Turning to Jerry, I said, "Ashton, it looks like things are beginning to break up here and it's time for us to head home. It was nice chatting with you Jerry, and", turning back to the girls, "certainly nice seeing you young ladies. I'm glad Ashton has met such nice friends."

"Ok, Parker," said Jerry as we turned to leave. "We need to go as well. Come on Michelle." As we left, he turned to me and said, "How about letting me buy you a cup of coffee this Saturday. Say 10:00 am at the coffee shop in the mall? "

Not at all sure why he wanted to have coffee with me and needing to get on, I said "OK sure. See you then."

To make a long story a little shorter, I met Jerry at the coffee shop that Saturday and after somewhat cautiously broaching the subject of sex with younger girls, he floored me with some amazing stories; stories about a group of fathers and daughters and, apparently, some mothers, who socialized (I use the term loosely here) together every two weeks or so at each others homes. He asked if I would be interested in attending, with or without my daughter, but, he quickly added, it would be more fun if she could come. I could come alone the first time but after that I would have to bring Ashton if I wanted to attend any more parties. His description of what went on at these parties is what floored me. Girls, most Ashton's age or a little older, most of whom had been at the sorority meeting, would have sex with the older men, even their fathers. He said Ashton was so mature for her age he was sure she would fit in. I wasn't so sure, but the thought of those young girls having sex with older men, their fathers even, intrigued me. Hell, it was a real turn on. I know I should have told him then and there that there was no way, but I didn't. As we left the coffee shop, he told me the next party was scheduled for the next Saturday and gave me the address, again encouraging me to come. I said I would think about it. He said he'd call me and we parted before I could object.

The next Tuesday afternoon, I picked up Ashton at school and she asked if she could go to Kylie's house so they could listen to music and study together. Since they lived just down the block from us, I agreed and dropped her off there.

As she started to get out of the car she turned and asked if she could invite Kylie over to swim the next day and I agreed. "Thanks, Dad," she said with a cute little smile on her face. Leaning over she gave me a hug and then kissed me, on the mouth, with considerably more enthusiasm than our usual peck on the cheeks, then was out the door before I could say anything. A little surprised and puzzled at the affection she had just displayed, I put the car in gear and drove on home.

I actually looked forward to the next afternoon and sexy little Kylie in her bikini. I idly, well maybe not so idly, wondered if Kylie had ever attended one of Jerry's parties.

Wednesday came and I again picked up Ashton at school, this time with Kylie, who was looking amazingly sexy in a short little skirt and tight sleeveless blouse stretched over her chest. Ashton got in the front seat beside me and gave me a hug and another of those kisses, not a French kiss mind you, but definitely longer than usual and I swear I felt her mouth open and her tongue graze my lips. Kylie looked at us as Ashton kissed me then looked out the window with a smile on her face. That my daughter was up to something was obvious, but I wasn't sure what it was. Probably wanted a really big favor that she thought I might not allow. Little did I know.

When we arrived at our home, the girls jumped out and immediately went to Ashton's room and changed into their swim suits. As they came running down the stairs I was amazed at Kylie's suit, if you could call it that. It consisted of two tiny pieces of fabric barely covering her small breasts and tied with the slenderest of strings. The bottom was low cut and consisted of another small piece of fabric just covering the essentials in front and barely covering her ass in the rear. Ashton was in her bikini, not as revealing but sexy none the less. I must have looked a little shocked as they ran by me, as Kylie stopped, came back and did a little twirl in front of me.

"How do you like my new suit Mr. Bryant?" she asked with a mischievous smile on her face.

"Very attractive, but it's a good thing our pool has a nice high privacy fence young lady." I was more than a little aroused and, sticking my hands in my pockets, did my best to hide the rising in my trousers. Kylie and Ashton both laughed and turned to head for the pool. At the door Kylie turned and said, "why don't you put your suit on and join us Mr. Bryant? It'll be fun." Again with that smile.

"Yeah, Dad, come play with us. Pleeeease?" Ashton added, leaning her head forward and looking at me from under that hair falling over her left eye. She knew that stance never failed to melt me.

"OK, you girls go on now, maybe I'll join you in a bit." I said, my mind working overtime at what these girls might have in mind. WAS Kylie one of the girls that went to the parties that Jerry had talked about? Jerry had said the girls were willing participants and really enjoyed the sex. It sure looked like I might be getting set up. If so, I wasn't sure what I was going to do, but I sure wanted to find out. I went into the den and turned on the news, not really watching it, my mind definitely elsewhere. About ten minutes later I heard "DAAAAAD, where are you. I thought you were coming in with us. Come on, please."

I turned and there was Kylie at the doorway, a pretty little pout on her face. "Pleeease, Mr. Bryant."

"OK, sweetheart, I'll be there in a minute. Let me go get my suit on." What the hell, in for a penny, in for a pound I figured.

I went to my room, put on my suit and went back down to the edge of the pool. Both girls were swimming in the deep end and when they saw me Kylie pumped her fist in the air and yelled "YES!."

"What was that about?" I asked.

"I won the bet." She said. "I bet I could get you into the pool and I did."

"Well I hope the stakes weren't too high," I said with a laugh, and dove into the pool. I swam to the end of the pool, then back to the deeper end then to the side near the shallow end where I pulled myself out of the water and sat on the edge. Kylie swam over to me and stood in the water in front of me. Her wet bikini top was all but transparent and I could see dark little nipples poking against the thin fabric. Damn, this was one hot little girl. And she seemed intent on seeing just how far she could push.

She bounced closer, standing between my knees and put her warm hands on my thighs. With her eyes on my crotch where something was definitely moving, she said in a very small voice, "Do you like me, Mr. Bryant?" She looked up at me with that smile again. "I think you do," looking back down at my crotch and beginning to move her hands along the tops of my thighs. I totally forgot about Ashton watching from the end of the pool, as my hormones got the better of me. I just could not believe the effect this young girl was having on me.

"Kylie, I......." I started to say.

"Shhhh. Let me make you feel good Mr. Bryant." She said as her hand moved to my erection, now obvious under my suit. Then she placed her hands on the side of the pool and, in one smooth motion, lofted herself onto my lap, with her arms around my neck, sitting so that my erection was between her legs, straining at the fabric of my suit. She put a hand behind my head and pulled my mouth to hers. I was essentially paralyzed, unable to move on my own until her lips met mine. I returned her kiss with more enthusiasm than I had felt with any female in a very long time. She took my right hand and moved it to her breast, brushing aside the thin fabric covering.

"Squeeze it, Parker. Make me feel good too." She whispered, breathing in my ear. Heaven help me, I did. I squeezed gently, then took the nipple between my thumb and forefinger and rolled it back and forth, eliciting a moan of contentment from Kylie. Without more encouragement I moved my other hand to between her legs. She spread them a bit allowing me better access. I rubbed and felt her shudder. Abruptly she broke our embrace reached behind her back with one hand and to her side with the other. In no time the bikini was lying beside us. She stood, now totally nude, smiled down at me, then, kneeling, pushed me around and pulled my suit off, freeing my erect cock. She pushed me back and lay on top of me, her legs spread on either side of me, her small breasts pressed against my chest. We kissed for a long time, with Kylie moving slowly up and down my body, causing her pussy to touch the head of my cock with each passage, teasing that erection. That sweet little body sliding up and down my body was driving me crazy. She seemed to sense that I was going to cum if she kept that up, and stopped her movements, allowing me to recover slightly.

"Parker, have you ever fucked a girl my age?" she asked. I could only shake my head, no. "Have you ever thought about fucking Ashton?"

I felt hands around my cock, one squeezing my balls lightly, another around my erection, now gently stroking up and down. These were NOT Kylie's hands. My God, Ashton, I thought wildly, knowing I should stop this but unable to do so.

"She wants to fuck you, Parker. She wants you first before anyone else. She knows you love her more than anything and she is afraid to let anyone else do it. Will you let her fuck you? Will you take her cherry, Parker? She can do it right here, right now. You just have to lie here and let her do the work." Take her cherry? My God. Was Ashton a virgin at 18. Certainly it was possible but I thought very unlikely. She was every young boy's wet dream. I found it very hard to believe that she had never been intimate with anyone before now. Then I felt something cover the head of my cock. Ashton!!? Then an inch or two of my cock was engulfed, and I felt the resistance of my daughter's maidenhead an I knew.

Kylie continued to coo in my ear, her hair covering my face so that I could only vaguely see Aston straddling me. "I have already told her it'll hurt a little at first, but then it feels sooooo gooooood! She wants to do this with you, she knows you'll understand like my dad does." Then I felt the resistance give way and heard a sharp little cry from Ashton as she pushed herself down onto me. She pumped up and down on me, a little tentatively at first, then with more energy and quicker strokes. I absolutely cannot describe the feeling of that tight little pussy around my rampant erection. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before and I wanted it to never end. But, with all that had happened there was not way it was going to last much longer. Kylie moved from above me and I had an unobstructed view of my daughter riding my cock. An unbelievable sight.

"Ohh! Daaaady," Ashton moaned above me. "Ohh! It does feel good. Soooo Gooood!" she squealed. She continued to ride me and the inevitable happened. I felt her tight pussy tighten further as she had her first real orgasm and I could hold back no longer. I emptied my load into my daughter's virgin pussy. My hips piston up into her for a few more times then we both collapsed onto one another, Ashton's hair draped over my face, her mouth finding mine and we kissed. Not our usual father daughter kiss, a kiss of one lover to another, open mouths, tongues searching and finding more pleasure with each breath.

We slowly disentangled. Kylie was kneeling beside us, smiling at us as Ashton and I lay there holding each other. I looked up at her and grinned, a rather foolish grin at that.

"You little sex pot. You planned this, didn't you. You got me going and then when you knew I couldn't turn back no matter what, turned me over to Ashton. I thought it was just you that wanted to fuck. But you – and Ashton too – planned this all along, didn't you." I shook my head, not believing what I had just done, or rather what had just been done to, or for, me.

"Parker," Kylie softly said, "You're right, but Ashton wanted to do this. She wanted to know what it felt like but was afraid to do it with anyone else. She wanted to do it with you. She loves you and knows you love her and would never hurt her. Do you forgive us?" she asked with such sweet innocence that I could not be angry. On the contrary, I had been given the gift so many men long for but are afraid to reach for. On my own, I knew I would never have done it, but events have a way of taking over one's life.

"I know, Kylie," I replied. "There is nothing to forgive. If any forgiveness is forthcoming, I'm the one that needs it but somehow, I can't feel that this is wrong. Society says it is, but ...." I let the comment hang. I hugged Ashton to me and found that she was gently crying. "Ashton, sweetheart, what's wrong. I'm sorry if I hurt you and if you never want to do this again, we won't. I love you, honey, and would never do anything to hurt you or let anything else hurt you, ever."