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My Georgia Peaches 3: Unskinned
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)

***

In April 2004, erotic author "BVRETR" submitted an 
excellent story to another website entitled "My Georgia 
Peaches," which was followed-up in the short-term by a 
second chapter. In the absence of any further 
submission, not only did I subsequently wonder myself 
what became of these girls, several readers of the 
"Harper Valley" series, actually contacted me and asked 
if I would write a further episode for them privately. 
(Mf, ped, 1st)

**

The problem of course inherent in attempting to do 
that, is the differing writing styles which put at risk 
the credibility of the stories. With "Unskinned" I have 
kept it very short and simply moved things along 
marginally. 

All first-time readers need to know at this juncture, 
is that Bill, a 36 year old single rancher in Texas has 
rescued three young girls from an auto-wreck. Tracy 15, 
Mandy 13 and their little sister Mary 10. Opportunity 
has gotten the better of Bill's common-sense and he has 
just taken little Mandy way beyond the realms of a 
conventional good-night kiss.


Not every day a single thirty-six year old man 
"inherits" three under-age female dependents. Might 
sound like the stuff of dreams - Aladdin cums to the 
party as it were, but the reality is something vastly 
different, let me tell you.

For a while I lay there in a semi-stupor. "Let me get 
this right" I rationalised. I had just sexually 
entertained a thirteen-year old girl by drenching her 
in cum from head to foot. Fun certainly, but what 
happened to chivalry, the rights of an undoubted child, 
a normal bed-time story? I could always plead the fifth 
of course, but then I was left with something that no 
defense attorney could break down – my conscience! I 
castigated myself for not thinking things through a 
little better.

I scooped up the little red-haired moppet, kissed her 
softly, which had her stirring slightly, and took her 
back to her bed. Checked on Mary – she of the 
incredibly well sculptured little rear-end, and drew 
the quilt up a little. No girl that age should be doing 
for me what she was...especially asleep!

One thing I had figured, their wrecked car had to be 
gotten clean out of sight of any would-be-interested 
third party that might be calling around. Last thing we 
needed was some highway patrol officer with nothing 
much else to do 'cept ask questions fronting up and 
checking out the garage.

At 6:45 am I gently shook Tracy.

"Listen sweetie, look after your sisters for a while 
ok? Just gonna move your car somewhere well out of 
sight. Half asleep, she kinda got the gist of the 
conversation and muttered what sounded like "Yeah, OK," 
Ten seconds later she was out to it. 

Although the rain had eased up, out-back was a quagmire 
and I really didn't want to spend too much time rigging 
up the tow. The Duster...damn, hadn't seen one of those 
old crates since Spielberg's DUEL, had sustained some 
front end damage but nothing too serious. For a rig 
like my Ford 450 it wasn't even a challenge. Slip-
sliding over to where Tom had dropped it, I roped up 
the steering so she wouldn't move and hauled ass to an 
old empty barn the far side of the property that was 
the ideal spot for the de-commissioned auto and having 
gotten her up to the double doors I had but to loosen 
her ropes and push her in. Easy peasy!

If there's one thing you can be sure motivates young 
girls this age, its hunger. By seven thirty, give or 
take a yawn, it was "happy hour" so far as the grill 
was concerned. Eggs...any which way, bacon rashers, the 
odd sausage...even the hotcakes got a work-out. It was 
time for a press conference. 

"OK girls, I said, "Lets talk." They huddled up, all 
ears.

"Now, " I said, "I'm assuming that your step-mother 
won't be calling the cops over the car, if for no other 
reason, I doubt she has quite the right answer as to 
why you kids flew the coop in the first place. I'm 
betting she'd not want to be trying to justify a range 
of assault charges either." They looked impressed with 
my reasoning.

"I gotta tell ya," I added, "I have no idea what I'm 
gonna do with you either, but for the next few days at 
least, you can stay here while we figure something 
out." Mandy immediately came over and hugged me which 
simply gave her an opportunity to rub her hot little 
budding breasts all over my chest while the others 
giggled.

"Now look missy," I said disentangling her, "That's not 
what you need or what I need. You're thirteen for God's 
sakes, stop acting like Christine Aguilera and give me 
a break here."

"Sorry Bill," she teased, backing off and returning to 
her chair where she sat with her legs spread about ten 
inches wider apart than they need be. Damn, this was 
really going to be hard!

I thought we'd start with basics.

"Hey, where do you guys actually come from?" I asked. 
Tracy took up the tale as group spokesperson.

"Well we live in a little place called Greensboro," she 
drawled. "Its about eighty five miles due east of 
Atlanta just off Interstate 20, pretty much mid way to 
Augusta. Quite a nice place really but nothing for 
young kids to do. It's not exactly jumping." she added 
as an afterthought.

"You go to school there?" I asked.

"Mary does, Mandy and I go to Gatewoods, it's a co-ed 
in Eatonton...'bout twenty five miles away, south of 
the Interstate on route 129."

"We catch the bus real early," put in Mandy, still 
showing no inclination to close-up those legs.

"Well someone's gonna have to be writing you all one 
hell of a long absentee note," I told them. They all 
shuffled about in their chairs awkwardly.

"First up," I continued, "Seems like we're gonna have 
to drive to Houston and get you all some spare clothes. 
From what I can see, none of you have enough stuff with 
you to last the weekend. Didn't seem like there was 
anything in the car I just brought in." 

Looking at the three of them sitting there, hair all 
mussed up, but still hot and girlish, I couldn't avoid 
imagining helping them to try on a couple of skirts and 
dresses. Goddamn what a rush!

"Anyway girls, while I get ready," I suggested, "What 
say you all wash-up and clean away for me? No-one 
moved! I stared Tracy down and reluctantly she got to 
her feet and headed off towards the bench-top. "Go on," 
I chided, "you too Mandy - won't kill you. Mary, you 
can be on sweeping detail." Hell, they might all have 
had hot bodies and sexy little asses, but they were a 
hop skip and a jump from being overly domesticated, I 
figured.

Having them crammed up in the front seat of the truck 
was anything but a hardship. Three fresh-smelling young 
girls and a row of legs exposed up to their youthful 
thighs. In Mandy's case of course...exposed up to her 
knickers just about. Would have taken nothing for me to 
pull over a couple of times and exploit the situation 
for all it was worth. I had this deep-seated impression 
that little in the way of resistance would have been 
encountered either. Damn I had to stop these thoughts 
if I was to aspire to the role of even a part-time 
guardian!

Not ten clicks from the city limits and the one 
absolute last thing I wanted to hear. A Police siren! 
"Jesus," I thought immediately, "Don't tell me they'd 
already seen the Duster in the ditch, checked the 
details back in Greensboro and had been tailing anyone 
with three girls in the vehicle?"

I pulled over, "Stay cool girls," I muttered, "Don't 
say anything."

"License and registration please?" asked one of 
America's largest living cops, leaning in the window, 
most like taking in the line of knees, if not other 
stuff.

"What's the problem officer?" I asked. He wasn't big on 
humor. 

"Radar clocked you at seventy sir, it's a fifty-five 
limit round here." He was still eyeing the girls. 

"I told you daddy!" said Tracy suddenly. She smiled 
sweetly at the colossal torso filling my driver's side 
window. "Dad didn't mean to Officer, we were 
distracting him." The other two giggled.

"These your kids?" he asked, unsmiling as ever,

"Yep, that they are," I replied, waiting for the 
handcuffs to make an appearance.

"You know you shouldn't have three abreast riding up 
front with you," he levelled at me accusingly, checking 
out my license thoroughly. Jesus, did he have to 
mention that word "breast?" A man can only take so 
much!

"I'm real sorry Officer," I said, indicating to Mary to 
hop in the rear seat quick smart. "I'll ease up on the 
gas too. Sorry, just didn't notice the signs."

"Yeah, well I can see why." he muttered enigmatically. 
"Let you off this time driver, but keep it down, 
right?" 

We let him swing back on to the highway first before 
getting back on the Interstate. 

"Daddy?" I said, turning to Tracy. She giggled and just 
held my hand momentarily. 
 
Judging by their awestruck little faces, I doubt any of 
them had ever been inside a big-city mall and Houston 
has a monopoly on those. 

I didn't get to actually help them on with any dresses 
or skirts worse luck, but simply advising and choosing 
for them was a pleasurable experience of which my 
previous thirty-six years had been bereft. The many 
giggles I heard from the nearby change-rooms was simply 
cruelty unplugged, knowing full well that the girls 
were physically teasing one another with hands fingers 
and I have no doubt – hot little tongues when the 
occasion presented itself.

Eventually we walked out with multiple packages for 
each of them, enough lets say for several days' wear 
between washes. Whilst their arms were heavier, my 
wallet was considerably lighter. Hell it was fun 
though, specially the twenty minutes or so watching 
them rifle through the latest (and skimpiest) 
underwear. Damn it all, those low-slung jeans and high-
cut knickers are surely the work of Venus, Aphrodite 
and God-knows what other Gods of male arousal.

We hung around Houston till late afternoon, the girls 
wanting to see something of the big city. By the time 
we had gotten back to the ranch, darkness was falling 
and I figured a few thick steaks tossed on to the 
barbecue wouldn't go astray.

Looking back now, if anything could be said to have 
gone astray, it was my good judgement. 

It didn't help, them all looking so goddamned 
attractive that evening– even before the bourbon began 
working its quietly erotic magic. No-one asked them to 
dress up – it was hardly a black-tie affair gathered 
around the hotplate, but I can understand that they 
wanted to wear their new outfits and feel like the 
pretty young things they so indisputably were.

Obviously someone's make-up kit had survived the car-
wreck since they all fronted-up outside having set the 
table in the dining room, not only decked-out in new 
skirts and tops, but with mascara, blusher, painted 
nails and the one thing I have always been a sucker for 
- lip gloss! 

Little Mary was giving her best impression now of a 
mature fourteen year old. You would never have doubted 
it. Mandy looked like...well, Mandy I guess. Coquettish 
tilt of the head – the classic lollipop stance I call 
it. Tiny breasts not only well defined beneath that 
brief top, but at the behest of what must have been 
some kinda push-up training bra, two-thirds free of her 
neckline. Her expression, not wishing to put too fine a 
point on it, was not one a thirteen year old should be 
setting out to create. As for those hot little lips? – 
damn, I had to turn my attention back to those steaks 
and flip them a couple more times. 

Oh yeah, I didn't mention Tracy did I? Well, let's just 
say, a fifteen-year old has a head start in the trying-
to-look-adult stakes. Toss in a nice-fitting shortish 
skirt, matching top with more than a hint of promise, 
prettiest of faces atop as desirable a figure as God 
has yet handed out, and you're talking beauty with a 
capital "B." Actually, you're talking 'goodbye-any-
resolution-you-ever-had.' If not straight-out 'Marry me 
please, we'll worry about the birth-certificate 
later... after you're pregnant!"

In hindsight, I suppose I wasn't helping anyone's cause 
letting them all drink alcohol. To be honest though, 
everyone's behavior was exemplary throughout dinner. We 
all ate well and simply chatted about Greensboro, 
school, their step-mother, or as Tracy referred to her 
– "The Wicked Witch of the North." 

The girls had prepared a pretty fair tossed-salad and 
together with a few corn fritters and mushrooms, I'd 
have to say no one was hungry by mid-evening. Mandy I 
noticed was starting to give me her fixated look of 
wanting something more than conversation, I figured I 
was going to have to re-write her night-time prayers.

And now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord to let me creep
Into your room while you're awake
My underwear for you to take

Yeah, that'd do it nicely... Mandy to a "T."

Getting them all involved in clearing away and washing-
up wasn't quite as easy, but by ten after nine 
everything was ship-shape and we retired to the lounge.

They all wanted to watch a movie, so after rifling 
through my dvd collection, someone found Ferris 
Bueller's Day Off and by general consensus, it was 
chosen. I would have thought it way too old for them to 
have known, but evidently it has a cult-following among 
the current teenage set.

Despite the availability of multiple chairs, seems 
everyone made a bee-line for the big old sofa. Long 
before the credits even had rolled, I had Tracy 
alongside me holding my hand, Mandy the other side – 
God only knows what she was thinking about holding and 
little Mary who asked plaintively, "Can I sit on your 
lap please?" 

How much distraction can the average man take?

Tracy kept looking across at me and smiling and it 
didn't need an expert on body language to translate. 
Mandy had settled for my right hand and was in fact 
clinging on to my arm like grim death. Sweet little 
Mary bless her, was lying back against my shoulder in 
that twilight zone somewhere between her REM stage and 
fitful wakefulness. Kissing her cheek once in a while, 
she would stir for a moment then nestle in further. Her 
wriggling little bottom on my lap was causing a power-
surge I could have done without.

Long before the Ferrari took its swan-dive from the 
rear of the garage, the girls were yawning themselves 
stupid.

"Let's call it a night kids," I volunteered, shuffling 
little Mary off my lap on to the lounge between her 
sisters. Mandy stood up immediately and taking my hand, 
looked at me expectantly.

"Where do you think you're going?" I asked her, the 
bourbon in full swing now as it coursed through my 
venal system. I may even have slurred the odd word.

"You said we're going to bed," she giggled. "C'mon 
let's go." She started tugging my arm.

I looked across at her elder sister.

"Tracy," I said, "Would you please take your little 
sister here to bed," Crazy giggling from all three of 
them now, Mary having come miraculously to life.

"I don't mean that Tracy... and you know it!" I added. 
My little faux-pas was making me hot now imagining the 
possibilities.

"Just a goodnight kiss then... pleeaaase?" Mandy looked 
up hopefully.

No way could I refuse those beautiful little lips and 
bending down, kissed her softly. Her arm encircled my 
neck in a vise-like grip as she made the most of the 
moment. Damn, I've been kissed by professionals didn't 
have half this little one's enthusiasm for the job.

Well, I wasn't gonna get far without bestowing similar 
favors upon the other two was I? Mary also, kissed like 
a mid-teenager – quite as sexily as her older sister. 
That left Tracy. Oh boy, did that leave Tracy? 

The bourbon aside, just holding that beautiful dream in 
my arms and kissing her flush on her soft and willing 
lips pretty much engaged "procreation warp factor 4." I 
felt her pulse racing as fast as my own and quite 
honestly had not her two other sisters been there, I 
would have taken her there and then on the floor. I 
just looked into her eyes and even that was a mistake – 
I saw there, my own feelings returned in triplicate.

"It's been a wonderful night girls," I managed to get 
out, disengaging myself from Tracy's embrace and the 
proximity of those hot little breasts. "Get yourself to 
bed now and we'll figure something in the way of 
strategy in the morning."

Tracy just looked at me with an expression that would 
have melted a lesser man's resolve. With both sisters 
in tow, she headed off for their rooms while I stumbled 
into the bathroom, needing urgently the coldest shower 
I could handle.

There was no sound from the far end of the hallway as I 
returned to my bedroom and there was absolutely no way 
I was going to risk upsetting the status-quo by looking 
in on any of them. I crashed!

Must have been an hour or so later that a footfall 
outside my door brought me fully awake. Even alkied-
out, the slightest sound triggers my internal alarms. 
Enough moonlight was on hand to permit me to make-out 
the door opening perceptibly. I knew immediately it 
wasn't Santa Claus or any guest entity from the X-
Files. Aliens don't giggle! I figured I'd play along 
here.

"He's asleep Trace," Mandy whispered to her sister. 
Like Hell I was!

Next thing, the sweetest of soft kisses on my lips, I 
moved my face a little and I knew they had ducked down 
besides the bed.

"He'll wake up if you do that silly," It was Tracy, 
chiding her sister's forward behavior.

"Wake up?" I was thinking...more like "Crack up!" from 
the excitement.

"Go on...Trace...I dare you," I heard muttered 
somewhere near the floor.

Not often anything has shocked me senseless, but the 
feel of that cool girlish hand inching it's way under 
the bedclothes, simply to discover that I slept naked 
was enough to tip me over into full-on autism.

"He's got nothing on Mandy," I heard Tracy whisper to 
her partner-in-crime.

At that second, her hand came into contact with almost 
eight and a half inches of completely unfulfilled 
penile arousal.

"Oh my God," I heard her gasp beneath her breath. "He 
is sooo hard Mandy – I can't believe it."

"Let me have a feel," Mandy hissed. Another tiny hand 
snaked its way towards the walled city.

"Let's wank him off while he's asleep?" I heard Tracy 
mutter. A man has his limits!

"Let's not," I cried and in less than a second, I had a 
hold of both their arms as I dragged them both into my 
bed.

No way was decorum about to prevail. Under-age or not, 
these hot little sirens had sealed their own fate. I 
could take comfort in the knowledge now that I had 
observed every social nicety imaginable. Resisted their 
overt advances, sent them to bed, protected their 
innocence (well, what was left of it) and now this was 
how they repay me. Having my erection wanked stupid 
while I try to sleep!

Mandy, I lay beside me, while Tracy took up pole 
position as it were. Both were dressed in just their 
bras and panties – for roughly twenty seconds anyway. 
Tracy's were ripped off and sent skywards, Mandy's 
followed - she did it herself!

For all the lustful activity which followed, I treated 
both girls with respect and yes, I admit it, love and 
affection! 

Given Tracy's position – lying full length on top of 
me, Scrabble, really didn't present itself as an 
option. Kissing a fifteen-year old passionately, as I 
have mentioned before, is just about as good as life 
gets and when the said child happens to be naked 
additionally, the possibilities are endless. 

In this case, I wasn't left to dwell on the matter 
indefinitely, as a small hand took unerring grasp of my 
erection and proceeded to guide it between her sister's 
legs. Does this qualify as foolhardy play-acting or 
heavenly intervention.? You be the judge. All I know, 
is that sinking deep into Tracy's pussy, I was reminded 
of a few song-titles..."Hail to the Conquering Hero," 
"The Night the Light's Went Out In Georgia," and not 
surprisingly, "Satisfaction."

Tracy was a theme-park ride the equal of which I have 
yet to equal. Complete mistress of her own body, I 
worshipped at the altar of Kali. It wasn't the 
quantity, it was the quality. 

Having a hold of both her breasts as I thrust up hard 
into her, she moaned as might the north wind, while 
clinging to me and returning my kisses with a fiery 
passion. She needed what I had to give and we reached a 
plateau whereby she was no longer fifteen and I thirty-
five, merely an ageless fully reproductive female 
fulfilling her partner's sexual needs. 

I loved her in the instant, touching her soul and at 
the point I could no longer hold on to my procreative 
gel, I clutched her to me, smothering her beautiful 
face with kisses and wishing with my every fibre, that 
this night would never end. Pumping every last cubic 
centimetre of cum deep inside her , she simply lay 
astride me, sated and with the knowledge that no female 
before her, had ever aspired to their biological 
destiny more completely.

Mandy almost manhandled her sister as she sought to 
push her off me.. "C'mon Trace," she muttered, "My 
turn," with which she flung her legs across my tummy 
and hoisted herself in the saddle.

"Noooo Mandy," Tracy murnured, clutching at her 
severely dripping pussy I had reason to think, "You're 
only thirteen."

"Bill didn't seem to mind last night," she said. I was 
screwed!

"What?" Tracy cried out. "You didn't... did you Bill?"

"Whoa, now hold it," I said... playing desperately for 
time. "I didn't do what we just did Tracy no... believe 
me."

"Look, she just came into my bed and we played around a 
little," I was on death row here.

"Yeah? What's a little?" she asked rather pertinently.

Well I was hardly going to tell her I'd been rubbing my 
cock up and down her slit so I just fudged it and 
said..."Oh you know Trace, just petting and stuff." God 
Damn, the thought of my cock up against her naked 
little pussy last night was talking me 
higher...especially given the fact my erection was even 
now gathering momentum right beneath that same hairless 
little doorway. As if sensing my thoughts, Mandy 
wriggled her pussy right where she shouldn't.

I felt her hand beginning to guide the head of my 
erection right to her entrance, and at the angle she 
lay, she had full control of whatever depth she chose 
to experiment with. I could no more have pulled back, 
than stab myself with a rusty steak knife. The fact 
that Tracy had no knowledge of my imminent intrusion 
into her little sister's way under-age vagina was just 
making it all the hotter.

How Mandy managed to not cry out as I entered her, 
remains one of the unexplained mysteries of the modern 
world. Come to that, its close to unbelievable how I 
didn't cry out in pleasure either, given how it felt.

Tracy was still lying beside us talking, even as I felt 
the first signs of vaginal resistance. Seems that for 
all her bravado, little Mandy was still a virgin. I 
felt her stiffen with apprehension but to her credit, 
she said nothing. If anything, I felt her bearing down 
somewhat.

Jesus Christ I thought to myself, she's gonna take her 
own virginity... I'm just a surrogate dildo here. Mind 
you, I've had worse jobs.

Unable to impale herself by way of any regularised 
downward hip movement, such action being immediately 
noticeable from Tracy's viewpoint, Mandy simply lay 
astride me, permitting me to tease her small breasts 
and nipples, the act of which became patently obvious 
to Tracy who commented rather tartly, "Fancy taking 
advantage of my little sister like that." If only she 
had known just what liberties I was taking with that 
hot young body.

Very perceptibly arching upwards myself, Mandy's hymen 
was facing it's imminent Waterloo. How she stifled any 
outcry of pain I will never know – it's amazing what 
you can achieve when circumstances dictate. Right at 
that moment fortuitously, a low frequency, almost 
guttural cry was escaping Tracy's lips. The little minx 
had been pleasuring herself the whole time. 

Helping her along with a quick fondle of both breasts, 
which brought forth an additional gasp, I thrust 
upwards just the one time. Unable to repress her own 
cry, I felt Mandy's hymen cede its thirteen year tenure 
and spreading her legs ever wider, the tip of my 
erection slipped so far up inside her , it was now 
encroaching upon her doubtless, natty little cervix. My 
recall to arms was playing havoc with my testosterone 
and just how long I could control my seeming in-
animation was one for the pundits

The fact that neither of us were showing any outward 
signs of the inner chaos was just another factor 
leading to what I could sense was an enormous orgasmic 
build-up. The very fact that I was fucking Tracy's baby 
sister – and that she didn't know it was heightening my 
pleasure and incredibly, tripling our co-stimulation. 
The slightest movement was inducing sensations of 
wicked self-indulgence.

The challenge however lay immediately ahead. To cum in 
her silently! Slowly she bore down on me, once more 
exciting every last nerve ending the length of my 
shaft. I returned the favor, while still fondling 
Tracy's nipples with my right hand. I knew Mandy was 
hovering between Heaven and Hell...I saw Heaven as the 
better option and gave a short sharp jolt upwards.

Kissing her was the only way of covering up the reality 
of the situation. I began spurting wildly as our lips 
met and in any other circumstance she would have been 
crying out with the passion of her first major vaginal 
orgasm. We made no movement of any sort as I felt the 
last of my sperm lining her inner walls. She was now a 
young woman and cupping her hot little ass, I held her 
to me, never wanting to withdraw from her. The last of 
the aftershocks were receding. 

Another though was to follow. 

"Tracy, Mandy, are you two in there?" came the 
plaintive little voice from the doorway.


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