Forget Harper Valley PTA

Author's Note:

This story is completely fictional!

This is primarily a "group sex" tale but due to the occcasional "incestuous elements" present, has to be classified "Incest" to comply with the webmaster's rating preferences. It is the story that began the Harper Valley series which was later published as a twenty-one chapter book, details of which can be found in the author profile.

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I'm still in shock. Major league, brain-cell frying disorientation type shock! Fact is, I have now a whole new slant on the education system or at least, the home education system. Problem is, I now have to make one crucial decision.

It would doubtless come as no surprise to all but the voluntarily cloistered few, that at some stage or other, the average father looks at his daughter or daughters and thinks..."yummy!" Many, I am sure (and you can count me in here!) reflect beyond the "yummy" stage to the "what if?" stage or if, like mine they are just too cute for their own good - the "gotta do something about this" stage! Given the facts as laid out in an earlier tale (published elsewhere) "It Came Upon a Midnight Clear," one can see that any such contemplation was circumstantially grounded by "opportunity" which ultimately opened up a new family-career path.

A while back now, the co-ed High School my daughters have all attended, held one of their regular parent/teacher nights. One fronts-up to a regular procession of Math, History, English and Science lecturers who not that long ago would never have made it past the first interview for a teaching position. They drone on about the importance of assessments, percentile bands, re-vamped syllabuses and vocational guidance, while you sit there thinking "What a fucking idiot!" Once in a while I have broken up the drudgery by asking them if they know what a pteranadon or an archaeopterix is - never yet found one who did...science professors included!

However I digress. Between appointments for specific teachers I found myself chatting to other parents, whilst Jenna then eighteen, my youngest, was talking to her girlfriends. One such conversation began after a father, a little younger than myself, had been watching Jenna for a while before speaking to me,

"You have a very pretty daughter you know."

Deciding not to punch him out then and there, I was on the verge of saying "Yeah, and I wouldn't mind fucking your's either," when I realised he may not have had one. So I just said "Uh-huh, thanks. Yep, she is a little sweetheart."

At that moment a rather cute blonde sidled up to him and muttered,

"Be another ten minutes dad."

We got to talking and comparing notes. Michelle I discovered is also in her final year but in a differently graded stream to Jenna - they know each other recognizably but have never spoken. I noticed that her father levelled many a secondary glance at Jenna before asking what struck me as a weird question.

"Does she get out much?"

Not entirely sure what he meant, I simply replied that she goes out quite a bit with girlfriends. She has, like most eighteen-year old girls at college, her own little clique.

Well this guy - he introduced himself as Jerry Clarke - was sure taken with the subject of young girls, he must have singled out at least half a dozen in the room for some personal comment or other.

Suddenly from way left field,

"Ever thought of "doing it" with one of these girls?" he whispered.

"Yeah," I replied, "And the 10 years in the slammer afterwards." I added.

"Not necessarily," was the cryptic response.

Right then, his number was called and his daughter collected him. Before he left, he asked if I'd like to have a cappuccino with him at the local mall the following Saturday morning. Having no particular reason not to....I agreed.

I don't think I'll ever see a cappuccino in quite the same way again.

It didn't take him long to get back on his topic of choice....girls. I wondered if he was compiling a University thesis. Somehow we got on to the subject of what a tease they can be (as if I hadn't noticed).....the need to spank them sometimes (now that was a subject close to my heart!) But it was at the point he asked me once again, if I had ever thought of doing anything with any young girls that my ears pricked up (not just my ears either!) Thinking it best not to mention my one slight straying from the path of righteousness, I merely said that I had "thought" of doing lots of things...what father hadn't if they are honest?

He persisted. "IF you had the opportunity though....would you?"

"Depends on the opportunity," I answered honestly.

He looked around the coffee bar almost furtively.

"What would you say if I told you there were quite a few fathers locally who held these "parties" where young girls - albeit in their final year and having turned eighteen, attended and where pretty much "no rules" as such, apply. He winked as he enunciated the last sentence.

"I'd want the address," I replied, wondering where the hell this was heading.

Jerry then went on to explain that he was part of a circle of parents, almost all of them at my daughter's school, who held these bi-weekly parties on a rotation system and at which a condition of entry was that "after a preliminary induction" every father wishing to go, must bring his own daughter. I asked the obvious question....."What about the mothers?" His reply of "Oh, several girls are taken by both parents," just blew me away! It also sent my imagination into hyperdrive.

"So you're telling me Jer, a houseful of teenage girls, are stripped and made to have sex with other men while their moms and dads watch???"

"Not MADE to," he said. "They are more than willing and its not just with the other fathers - they have sex with their own dads as well, sometimes their moms too. That PTA night we met, at least five of those girls there attend these parties regularly."

Convinced he was joshing, I just mentioned that I had to go as I had a fair few things to attend to.

"Well?" he said, "You want to at least come and have a look?"

Curious beyond belief, I said "Sure......when?...where? But I'm not bringing any daughter."

"No, that's fine," he replied, "No-one does the first time they go. The next party is today week. Don't have the venue yet, 'll call you."

With that, he left. I had two more cappuccinos!

Jerry rang me the following weekend and made arrangements to pick me up just after lunch. My kids were all out doing other things which worked in well. There was always the cellphone if anyone needed me.

Some fifteen minutes north of my home is "Millionaire's Row" as it is colloquially known. An exclusive suburb best described as semi rural. Multiple adjoining five/ten acre blocks each with room for a decent airstrip. Three million might just buy you the cheapest homestead up there. A few of the girls from the college lived up thataway I knew, having taken both Jenna and Kylie there for the odd birthday party. Privacy certainly wasn't an issue in Windsor Hills.

Michelle was seated in the front with her Father and I found the conversation somewhat heavy going, realising that she must obviously be an active participant. What do you say to a pretty eighteen-year old girl on her way to a sex party? "Do you fuck here often?"

For her part, Michelle seemed as relaxed and normal as any teenager on her way to the shopping mall. She smiled at me when I got in and was chatting away to her dad the whole trip. Dressed in a hot little skirt and top, I wondered if that was some kinda "uniform" they were all expected to wear?

As Jerry pulled into a drive-way, I had my first coronary. I knew the place - it was one of the houses I'd brought Kylie to a few months earlier. Several hundred yards long, the drive gave way to a tree'd courtyard where ten or eleven vehicles, mainly 4-wheel drive monstrosities, were arrogantly clustered about the main entrance. Jerry backed-up between two huge pine-trees and the three of us exited. Michelle was holding her father's hand I noticed.