Author's Note:

   This, in terms of reader trivia, is the previously unpublished thirty-first Harper Valley episode, although not involving the traditional venue associated with Harper interludes.

    Not two weeks after we all returned from LA, Jenna bailed me up in the kitchen one Saturday morning to ask if I had ever been to "Minus Five?" Having no idea what she was talking about, I sought an explanation. Several minutes after she had gushed forth as to how her friends reckoned it was the newest and coolest place in town - some sort of mega expensive nightclub by all accounts...I was virtually none the wiser.

     In the light of what was to transpire the following weekend after I took Jenna there and for the benefit of readers at this site, I will describe "Minus Five."

     Conceptually brilliant, 'Five' really is the ultimate in cool night spots. The creation of a New Zealand businessman who opened the first venue in Christchurch in 2004, it offers the thrill-seeker, thirty minutes (at a time) in a literal ice-cavern. The refrigerated premises contain a well stocked bar - made of ice, as are the walls, floors, ceiling, seats, bar-stools, lounges, decorations, even the glasses you sip your cocktails from. If you are so inclined (and most do)...you can eat the 'glass' as you drink. The place is adorned with wonderful ice sculptures and if you think you have been there and done it all up until now, let me assure you, you haven't! How many of you have ever seen a rock-band performing in Everest wear, trying to stave off frostbite?

    Sessions ($30 per person) are limited to thirty minutes, ostensibly on account of the temperature. Up until 6.30.p.m. children even are admitted in the company of adults obviously. Whilst "Minus Five" is the tag-line as it were, it is frequently colder. The night Jenna and I were there, it hit minus fourteen according to the wall sensors. Patrons are required to wear protective gear including zip-up yak-hide coats, two sets of gloves/mittens, scarves and thick shoes - all of which management provides whilst you queue-up. Available cocktails ($10) inside are at the cutting edge of alcoholic mayhem. The "Husky" as it is affectionately known, being a tossed conglomeration of just about everything behind the bar. With a 'kick' like battery-acid on the rocks, I had three!

    Let us then return to the night in question.
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    Suffice to say "Minus Five" is probably the most patronised locale in the city at the moment (and even as you read this, management is opening three new venues in Florida, New York and Barcelona concurrently)Â

    Kind of an "L" shaped affair, with any more than twenty people at a time, it tends to get quite crowded. The Saturday night Jenna and I went there, they had perhaps a dozen other visitors, mainly tourists.

    We were perched on one of the ice-lounges chatting, me with my second 'Husky' and Jenna striving to keep up with her Mango creation, when our conversation was interrupted by a heavily accented,

   "Say, could you guys take a picture of us please?"

    The question was delivered by a remarkably pretty blonde, proffering me her digital camera, the other arm around the shoulders of her equally attractive brunette companion. Standing alongside a highly detailed ice sculpture of the Sydney Opera House, they quite understandably wanted one of themselves together.

   "Sure," I said, handing my "Husky" to Jenna and you have to be real careful holding drinks in there - they are that slippery. Took a couple for them and handed the camera back. "Thanks a lot," came the bubbly Californian accent once more. I wished momentarily I had been taking pictures of other things but managed to quell the indecent images.

   Still chatting to Jenna, I noticed our American friends posing beside various ice sculptures further along the lounge, each taking photos of the other. Both in their very early twenties I would adjudge, I took pity on them as they held the camera at arm's length trying obviously to squeeze themselves both into the frame.

  "Hold this Jen would you?" I said, passing across my 'Husky,' "I think they need more help."

   Grateful for the assistance, they re-positioned themselves once more for the family back home. The smiles they were generating more than penetrated the cold.

   "Is she your daughter?" asked the blonde girl whose name I discovered was Sandy, glancing across at Jenna as she sipped her Mango juice with a three-way kick. "She's very pretty."

  Something in her words caused me to glance up at her.

 "That she is Sandy, thanks." I replied.

   I was about to hand the camera back when her friend, who introduced herself as Erin, smiled sweetly and asked if I could take "just one more picture" of them, over with the 'naked guy.'

  A full sized sculpture, but a couple of metres from where Jenna was sitting, the 'guy' was indeed naked. Not only well muscled, this icy tribute to all the Schwarzeneggers of the world, held center stage between the bar and the far wall. His sculpturer having spared no detail, caused doubtless many an embarrassed "Oh wow," from the female patrons to visit.

    Handing me the camera (whilst Erin gave Jenna hers) both girls then knelt at the foot of the statue smiling wantonly. Not sure what Jenna was thinking - if anything, but after we took a couple of pictures, Sandy asked if we could engage video mode.

    With seemingly practised confidence, both girls then wrapped an arm around each leg, leant inwards and began a simulated lick-fest of the hero's iced appendage.

    Jenna began giggling uncontrollably, whilst I was waiting for security to come and drag us all away. A couple more girls on their iced bar-stools pointed to our group whilst quite obviously blushing at the unfolding drama in their midst.

    Erin then pleaded with Jenna to take a few seconds' video of herself mid 'blow-job,' which must have had my daughter just about wetting herself. I had then of course to return the favor, filming Sandy's undoubted prowess with her tongue. I would have paid good money to know what Jenna was thinking during that brief interlude.

    I figured we all needed an extended break after that, there still being a quarter of an hour almost of our "session" left. I asked the girls if they would like a drink. They weren't shy let's say!

    Whilst huddled up on the lounge we traded information, discovering that both girls were from the Sausalito area of San Fran and that they were due to fly out of Sydney back home to the States the following evening. Sandy, not surprisingly was a model and Erin working for some legal firm in Oakland. In the 'looks' department, there was nothing between them.

   You know when personalities 'click.' Problem is, you know when they more than click too!

    To cut a long story short, they asked us if we would like to come back to their hotel for a nightcap. I looked at Jenna, who never having been one to shun social convention, just smiled up at me.

  "Can we dad?" she asked.

    I thought I caught a momentary glance between the other two but could not be sure.

    As it happened, they were staying at The Grace - a rather beautifully refurbished edifice in the heart of the city - barely sixteen minutes walk from "Minus Five" itself.

     The girls' suite was spacious and comfortable. Returning the courtesy of their invitation, I contacted room service and within fifteen minutes trays of sandwiches and liquid pleasantries made their appearance. Jack Daniels for me of course, and a pack of Bacardi Breezers for the girls. Well OK, two packs!

    I had not been mistaken earlier. A couple of times I caught both girls off guard, looking at Jenna mid conversation and exchanging glances that confirmed their ...well, "mutual admiration," is the best way of putting it I suppose. I wasn't short of a certain "admiration" myself however, given the compelling proximity of Sandy's short tight skirt and Erin's plunging neckline.Â

   "Anyone want to see a movie?" Sandy drawled attractively right that moment. I definitely wanted to see something - just wasn't sure quite what!
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    None of us having seen the "Underworld" sequel - "Evolution," we fired that up and being unable to efficiently and comfortably arrange one sofa and two chairs around the wall-mounted TV, we opted for the King Size, which accommodated four people with consummate ease. Jenna between the girls and me alongside Sandy.

    You would think I might have learned from this dangerously up close and personal scenario in the past. Maybe I was just hoping!

    The more werewolves bloodily despatched, the more alcohol we consumed. "Yukky" became the girl's catch-cry as the screen filled with digitised corpses. Still, if one watches a film of this nature one cannot expect to see a documentary on the lifetime achievements of Mother Teresa.

    Having ordered yet more beverages, it would be fair to say everyone was pleasantly disposed towards life at this juncture. Jenna and Erin especially had upped the giggling factor considerably, with Erin more than once making contact with Jenna's leg I noticed, when commenting on some scene or other. Nothing suggestive really, just girlish familiarity which in itself can be such a tease to the onlooker. I can't speak for the participants.

    I should point out also that all three girls' skirts were riding temptingly high above the knee as they snuggled further into the coverlet. Sandy's especially was taking up more and more of my sidelong glances.

    We would have been more than half-way through the movie when either the alcohol kicked-in big time or some ill-gotten need-to-breed manifested itself into the collective conscience on site. I had just turned to glance at Sandy at much the same second she turned her head my way.

    There was no reason to ask permission. Sexy lips are what they are, all you can ever do is kiss them and hope for the best. I knew at once I had struck a rich vein and it sure wasn't shale oil.

    I heard a "Gosh dad," from the far side of the bed but was then far too taken up with proceedings to care about appearances. Sandy was as warm and tasty as they come and it was the work of but a moment, to lay her full length on the bed covers, that long blonde hair splayed all over the pillow rather attractively. No Playboy photographer could have done better.

    Her breasts so prominently displayed at that angle, I simply nuzzled them softly through her top which had her wriggling pleasurably as the whimpers and sighs gained volume. Placing my hand along the inside of her thigh betrayed her needful compliance as she moaned gently and spread her legs noticeably. More than familiar with this road-map I edged on to the motorway north.

    Glancing across at the other two girls, perhaps wondering why no further exclamations of dismay at my blatantly sexual conduct were forthcoming, I all but slipped off the bed.

    Erin had Jenna in much the same position as Sandy and was kissing her passionately, whilst beginning to squeeze her breasts as might any besotted schoolboy, given the opportunity. It was definitely stealing my thunder.

    Sandy, noticing no doubt, my momentary distraction from the path of righteousness, glanced her friend's way also. Smiling up at me, she whispered "Erin has a thing for young girls...we both do actually. Does that offend you?" I merely shook my head - this was really a moment frozen in time!

    I didn't even feel a sense of immediate loss as Sandy wriggled her way over to Jenna, whence she began fondling my daughter's other breast which, beneath the somewhat tight top she had chosen to wear, was most prominent, despite the fact that she is barely a 34 B cup. Jenna opened her eyes to observe her new assailant for a moment but obviously decided to go with the flow, allowing both older girls to kiss her in rotation now.

    "Are you Ok with this Noel?" Sandy muttered a few moments later, looking back at me. "You don't mind us kissing Jenna?" My non-verbal acquiescence took the form of an impartial nod. It was definitely up to Jenna to "mind" and from what I could see, that wasn't even a consideration.

    Having observed Jenna at the mercy of various oversexed males and females at Harper Valley, you might think I had seen it all. Let me tell you then, watching my daughter being kissed and gratuitously felt-up by two girls at once - neither but a few years older than her, set a new benchmark in erotic viewing.

    As Erin began to slip her hand down inside Jenna's bra, Sandy began pushing her skirt up, well beyond any acceptable level of decency. I have to admit to being riveted by the sight, most especially as her panties were forthwith on show to anyone thus interested.

    Sandy was obviously keenly interested, as with one hand on active duty, still fondling her right breast almost lewdly, she slipped her right hand well up between Jenna's legs and began rubbing the front of her panties sufficiently that Jenna gasped audibly between Erin's kisses, at the same time making a half-hearted attempt to pull her skirt down.

    Up until this moment I had managed to remain a passive, though highly interested, let it be said, observer. At the point however that Sandy seized Jenna's wrist and then after wriggling her own skirt up high enough, guided my daughter's hand up between her own legs, facilitating contact I imagine with her own undoubtedly hot little panties, I found it necessary to apply some localised therapy of my own.

    "She is soo sexy isn't she?" I heard Erin mutter to her friend, breaking off from kissing Jenna momentarily. "And she has the hottest little boobs," she smiled lasciviously quite forgetting my presence obviously, as she groped once more the contents of my daughter's bra.

   Sandy must have flashed her a glance in my direction as Erin immediately let out a cry of embarrassed regret. "Ohhh, I'm so sorry," before seeing what it was I was doing, then she half giggled. "Oh wow, doesn't look like you mind seeing your daughter in this position either."

   I was in no position to participate in any in-depth conversation right that moment, so I simply shook my head and continued addressing my own needs.

    Jenna I noticed, was not in need of a girl's instruction manual either and was now actively causing friction on some majorly interesting part of Sandy's lower anatomy that had her wriggling her hips in pleasure. I noted her own reciprocated fingering of Jenna's still concealed pussy, causing my daughter's hips to thrust up with unabashed pleasure. Both girls were beginning to moan like alley-cats on heat.

    What did that make me I was wondering?

    Despite her "involvement" let's say, Sandy was actively interested in my own ministrations and parted her legs further I am sure, to enable me to see with total clarity what Jenna was doing to her. I could of course already see what indecencies she was wreaking on Jenna's teenage body.

    With the coming of my own personal little moment of truth, having inveigled my way up close and personal to Sandy's up-skirt attributes, I am in no way ashamed to admit that I spurted a somewhat warm confection across her thighs, the lower extremities of her lilac pink knickers as well as my daughter's hand and lower wrist.

    Despite her own impending "Waterloo," Jenna flashed me a "That's so naughty dad," glance, just up front of her own whimpers of release as Sandy's fingers I could see, were forcing the silky material of her panties well up inside her attractively displayed cleft.

    Sandy too was skylarking up there with the Gods as Jenna's fingers, having slipped beneath the leg of her panties, were now manipulating it would seem, her entire clitoral area. Her tight little blonde pubic curls clearly visible now, only added to the highly arousing scene being played out.

    Erin meanwhile had her own program of self-help well underway. Still fondling Jenna's breasts with rare enthusiasm, her left hand had wormed its way beneath the waistband of her own skimpy panties and she was clearly masturbating herself quite as hard as the situation demanded. Her own cries of orgasmic solace trailed on the wind.

   For a good few moments, no-one spoke. Not a lot one could say really!

   Jenna half sat upright, propped up by a couple of pillows. "I'm sorry dad," she murmured, making decent her hemline, as well as a few adjustments further north.

   "For what sweetheart?" I replied. "I didn't see anything just now that warranted an apology - from anyone." I glanced at the other two - Erin blushed noticeably. "If anything, it was me got a little 'out of hand' you might say." That cracked Sandy up.

   "You girls just chat between yourselves," I suggested, "I'll go fix us all a coffee." So saying, I eased myself off the bed and headed for the mini-kitchen where I could see a small fridge and some tea-making equipment. I couldn't hear what was being said but I did notice from the occasional glance, a lot of smiles and tellingly, no inclination from any of the girls to space themselves apart any further.

    By the time I got back there with a tray, both Erin and Sandy were huddled up around Jenna seemingly prepped for some further girlish involvement. I say 'seemingly'....what else could you call it with both girls taking turns kissing Jenna softly on the lips as she lay submissively between them. In terms of sheer erotic moments, this be assured, ranked up there with the best of them.

    As I sat down on the coverlet, Jenna sat up and smoothed down her skirt, flashing me the prettiest of smiles as she did so. Everyone finished their coffee in near silence although an air of indefinable "expectation" hung over proceedings. The two girls I noticed continued to exchange glances with one another, whilst Erin's arm remained locked around Jenna's almost lovingly.

   "Are you still at school Jenna?" Sandy asked quietly. One sensed my daughter's almost shy affirmation of the fact was much to the other two's liking. "Maybe schoolgirls appeal to other girls as much as they do men?" I was thinking.  Â

    Either oblivious to my presence or uncaring thereof, Erin re-commenced kissing Jenna softly on the lips and it is no distortion of the truth when I say that my daughter's reaction was one of total capitulation. Allowing herself to be manouevered back on to the pillows, she offered not the slightest resistance, even as Sandy began to divest her of that lacy little top, while Erin was wasting no time unzipping her skirt. Just moments later, Jenna lay there in simply her matching green bra and panties - a sight it would be worth living through six lifetimes to see. Trust me on this!

   "God Erin," I heard Sandy mutter, "Do we have to go home in the morning?" Erin giggled and gently pulling Jenna's hair away from her eyes, sighed as she looked down at her. "I wish, she is soooo hot!'

   I reckon she got that right.

   "Can we undress her?" Erin looked up at me hopefully as she spoke.

   "Hell kids, you needn't be asking me," I replied, "It's Jenna's call - I don't even want to be refereeing this one!"

    Finally...a gasp from Jenna as the prospect of being stripped naked suddenly reared up as an imminent proposition. There was time for just one cheeky "Not my panties, nooo" before Erin had them down below her knees, that wonderful little triangle of furred privacy displayed to us all.

    Not to be outdone in the field of sexy innovation, Sandy had Jenna's bra unhooked and on its way to the edge of the bed covers before Erin had even worked her panties free of both feet. This was sheer visual torture on a rogue scale.

    In hindsight, I don't think I have ever seen two girls consumed with lust such as were both these Californian girls that night. Talk about a bull in a china shop - Erin had Jenna's legs wide apart and was licking her like a dehydrated child attacking an iced lollipop mid summer. As for Sandy, she was rubbing Jenna's left breast, as might an inexperienced partner on Prom night, while with her lips she was suckling her right nipple rather in the manner one might expect of a starving infant desperate for its morning starter-pack.

    Jenna was moaning freely, her arms way over her head as the two girls took their pleasures of her young and utterly sensual body. At one stage she opened her eyes and looking directly at me, willed me almost to share her own pleasure. I could do nothing...this was not about me. I could be no part of that tableaux and strangely was quite comfortable in that knowledge. I was to be fucking no-one this night and knew that with absolute conviction.

   I'm not even sure if I masturbated again - I think I probably did. All I recall now is that after I moved across to the high-back chair near the foot of the bed, both girls began feeling Jenna up as they took turns kissing her even more passionately. One of them would push two fingers well up inside her pussy while the other fondled her breasts and nipples shamelessly. That Jenna experienced multiple rolling orgasms is beyond question. At one stage she was literally whimpering for their attentions.

    Having perhaps some desire to level the playing-field as it were, I could only look-on with awed reverence, as Sandy leaned across and began actively masturbating her friend also to the edge of sanity as she worked the numbers with Jenna's slim and visibly trembling body. Both my daughter and Erin reached the high plateau together. I just hoped the walls were of a decent thickness.

    There was but one combination to satisfy.

    Even as they tugged Sandy between them, Jenna completely unaware I think that she was naked, I watched mesmerised as they stripped her completely, Erin more than happy to shed her clothes too at this juncture. All those hot young breasts being communally groped and fondled while their owners kissed, holding each others hands occasionally in a rather touching if not arousing display of entrenched feminine affection. Jenna I have noticed has a particular liking for hot young breasts (little wonder one might say, given her own intensely desirable twin mounds) Sandy's muted cries of satiated need, evidence if such be needed, that their combined ministrations had pressed all the right buttons.

    The alcohol had run its course with me and even as the three of them slid under the covers for a night of unhinged sexual excess one assumes, I just pulled the coverlet up over my knees and fell asleep. I didn't find it necessary to count bra-straps let's say!
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    We have never discussed that night since.

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     (c) 2006 Peter_Pan

This extract, courtesy of "Harper Valley: A Postscript"

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