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My Georgia Peaches 4: Duck Season Now Open
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
***
With my three underage dependants in tow, I had by
necessity to trek across-state to return to the scene
of the crime as it were. What I found, isn't what I
expected. (Mf, ped)
***
You may recall I was (enforceably) entertaining Mandy
and Tracy between the sheets that night, after they had
crept into my room uninvited, with nefarious plans
afoot to broaden their biological knowledge of the male
body.
That admittedly had been a pleasurable experience.
Matter of fact it still was – well up until the time
their youngest sister Mary had come-a-calling, looking
for her siblings.
Hastily disengaging myself from Mandy who just about
gave the game away giggling as I withdrew from her
seethingly hot little receptacle, I called out , "Yes
sweetie, your sisters are here, they just came in for a
late-night chat about things. Everyone back to their
own beds now!"
If I had any expectation of that happening, I was sadly
mistaken. Next moment Mary was up on the bed herself
and scrambling under the covers.
"No way!" I told myself, "Innocent little pre-teens are
definitely not part of the equation here."
So there we were, Mandy lying alongside me still
giggling. Tracy on my right purring with contentment
and now this new little tease burrowing in between us.
I had hoped to avoid further confrontation, but that
was laid to rest at the point Mary shrieked, "Tracy...
why are you naked!?" as she discovered her sister’s
denuded condition. Leaning across me suddenly, I was
unable to prevent her finding that the three of us
shared a similar intimacy.
"What’s been going on in here?" Mary asked in all wide-
eyed innocence.
I thought it best not to tell her.
Now look girls," I said, thinking to round things off
with a little old-fashioned authority. "It’s been a big
day, we really have to figure out where we all go from
here in the morning, so just get yourselves back into
bed and I’ll see you kids at breakfast."
Mandy of course, I had to physically eject, being then
privy to watch both her and her elder sister wriggling
back into their bras and panties the far side of the
bed. Mandy took forever! Even in the room’s darkened
state – that was no hardship let me tell you.
In the calm light of dawn and in the absence of other
distractions, I was able to map out some vague
strategy. That the girls had unfinished business in
Greensboro was inarguable and a resolution had to be
found.
"We’re not going back," they chorused as one, when I
broached the subject across the breakfast table.
"I want to stay with you," Mandy pouted.
"Me too, " chirped little Mary with a mouthful of
cereal.
Tracy just lowered her beautiful eyes and made me feel
such a heel!
"Now look here girls," I said, striving for some sort
of conciliatory tone, "Forgetting even what you’ve told
me about your stepmother... "
"The Wicked Witch of the East you mean," Tracy mumbled.
"Whatever," I replied wanting to hug her and take her
upstairs, "There is the small matter of your schooling
and future. Three young girls can’t just disappear...
people are gonna ask questions. We have to step through
this sensibly."
None of them spoke... they were just staring at me
defiantly.
"Look, whatever’s going on at home girls, I have to
take you back and sort something out., I don’t have any
choice." Then, seeing their fully distressed glances at
one another I added. "Trust me, I won’t be dumping you
on the doorstep and taking off. I just have to get a
handle on the situation – you understand where I’m
coming from?"
Reluctantly they nodded. Mandy’s legs I noticed at this
time, were set at their normal seventy-five degree
spread, showing a healthy panorama of light blue cotton
panties. I was beginning to think the kid simply
couldn’t help herself.
Given that Atlanta is some eight-thirty miles from my
place and Greensboro another sixty odd from there, I
wasn’t setting out to make that in one day.
Dressing-up in their new clothes which besides making
them feel pretty cool I imagine, was not exactly hard
on my eyes either. Tracy especially, wearing a light
application of make-up additionally, was a knock-out.
You would never have taken her as being under-age...
you definitely would have taken her though!
Pretty damn hot for a late Spring day and as the big
450 chewed up the miles we must have drunk pretty much
a crate of Sprite and Pepsi between us. Managed to
avoid any unnecessary driving interruption, courtesy of
the Texas Highway Police and all in all it was a pretty
uneventful road trip. Less traumatic I would imagine
than the outbound journey in their stepmom’s Duster
earlier in the week.
By late afternoon we had passed Jackson, travelling on
Interstate 20, some thirty- two clicks past the city
center, when Mary announced to the world she was ‘tired
and wanted to rest-up.’
Probably as good a time as any to give the rig a break
so we pulled into a run-down Motel just on the
outskirts of Greenfield, Mississippi, the population of
which would comfortably fit inside the Houston
Astrodome. Waiting at the reception desk, I was half
expecting Norman Bates’ mother to lob in at any moment.
"Festival time, see? We’s all booked out ‘cept for the
cabin down the end" the gnarled old proprietor wheezed,
indicating with his head directionally.
I was wondering just what kinda festival these yokels
might be having – probably some pagan dancing round the
maypole.
"Only two double beds mister, but I reckon you could
work something out with your daughters here." He winked
at me.
"If only he knew," I was thinking.
Having registered, I handed over just forty dollars
which he seized with not inconsiderable delight.
Pointing-out a small diner attached to the west-side of
the Motel, he shuffled out leaving me in possession of
the key.
"Not too bad," Mandy announced, settling herself down
on the bed against the far wall. Just for a moment she
reminded me of a young Katie Holmes. There’s way worse
things to be reminded of I have to say.
"Well before anything, I need a hot shower," said Tracy
flopping down in the nearest chair. I think we could
all identify with that one!
Bringing our stuff in from the Ford, it was then a
regular procession in and out of the bathroom. I cannot
deny - the water was hot and the towels in plentiful
supply. By six thirty, the diner was getting a few
envious glances.
"OK kids, lets check it out," I said, leading the way.
Given that this was bordering on Hicksville, the food
was amazingly palatable. In fact, by the time I’d
finished my fourth beer I was feeling right comfortable
with life.
"Let’s go to bed early can we?" ... Who else but Mandy
of course?
Deciding who slept with who was no simple matter
though, since all three made it clear they wanted to
share my bed... just in the interests of ‘friendly
togetherness’ being the official line. Sadly I did have
my own preference but would never have revealed it for
fear of causing hurt. Tracy’s expression conveyed
similar thoughts. The only fair thing was to draw
straws. Mary was the first eliminated and then cries of
anguish rent the air as Mandy’s straw was at least two
centimetres shy of the mark.
Looking very much the like the cat that had just
slurped-up the last of the cream, Tracy deposited her
night clothes on her side of the double bed. I told the
other two to go change in the bathroom.
"Will you tuck us in please Bill?" Mary asked
plaintively –such a little sweetie.
With Tracy the far side attending to Mary and me giving
Mandy her cuddle, we must have looked like a regular
pair of parents kissing their kids goodnight. The
things I was thinking about kissing do not bear
mention.
Whatever platonic relationship I might have been
kidding myself was possible, once I was beneath the
covers, with those enticing young arms around my neck
and being kissed by so arousing a set of soft lips, I
was no longer conscious of my companion’s tender age –
simply an escalating need that had to be fulfilled.
With the other two girls just a few yards away and
probably listening, we could not indulge in any vocal
gymnastics and it was left therefore to our bodies to
come up with an equable solution. I’ll re-phrase
that... Tracy’s body came up with the perfect solution.
In little more than one fluid movement, she divested
herself of what skimpy clothing she had on and then lay
atop me lengthways. If I had entertained any earlier
notions of chivalry... they had long since dissipated.
Very much in the position I found myself with Mandy the
previous evening, I had gently to thrust up in to her
while cupping her small rounded bottom with both hands
and feeling therein the sculptured magnificence of
God’s own handiwork just fifteen years earlier.
Slipping one hand higher, I took hold of a soft young
breast and fondled the girl until I felt her wriggling
with pleasure beneath my touch. A sense of urgency was
pervading the situation, clearly evidenced by Tracy’s
sudden downward thrust of her hips as she stifled a
moan using my torso as a temporary gag.
In the briefest of whispers I heard her pleading "Fuck
me Bill, please don’t stop!" Kissing her, I had no
intention of doing anything else. This was getting
serious.
Coming inside a girl, when one is forced to do so fully
un-demonstrably is anything but easy. It also heightens
the pleasure in some perverse way. Easing Tracy’s hot
and abused little body off me and laying her on her
back, I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised to hear
Mandy half giggling, "Are you kissing Tracy, Bill?"
"Go to sleep you two," I called out. "We have a big day
tomorrow,"
"That was soo good," Tracy whispered "Mmmmmmm." Hot
damn, was she ever right? I figure we all fell asleep
within minutes after that, a full day’s driving does
that to you.
Must have been somewhere near 3 am when I woke thinking
I was having a heart attack. I felt pressure on my
chest and other sensations lower down I couldn’t
instantly place. It was the hair in my face gave it
away.
"For God’s sake Trace," I whispered, coming to,
"Haven’t you had enough? You’re gonna wake your sisters
if you keep this up." My body I realised wasn’t
listening, being actively involved in performing
unspeakably sexual deeds within that tight little pussy
atop it.
The briefest of giggles brought home the facts of the
case. Hot as Tracy’s vaginal ingress had been – this
wasn’t it!
"What the?" I managed to get out, "Mandy?? What the
hell are you doing here?"
"You didn’t mind fucking me last night," she whispered,
doing things with her hips no thirteen-year old should
know about."
"Oh my God," I groaned. I wouldn’t have minded fucking
her then either.
Unlike her older sister, Mandy could not contain her
exuberance and at the point I began spurting whatever
semen I had left, deep inside her, she let out a series
of "ohhh’s," that anyone in the next cabin would have
heard.
I was still manipulating her erect little nipples when
Tracy awoke with a start.
"Mandy," she cried out, fully aware this time that her
little sister was being fucked like a whore and quite
obviously desirous of such treatment.
She really had no call for slapping me across the face.
Actually, now I think of it... maybe she did!
Without the benefit of Perry Mason at short notice, I
was forced to defend myself.
"I give you my word Trace, I thought it was you," I
offered up lamely.
"Yeah right Bill," she countered. "Like you can’t tell
the difference with a thirteen-year old girl?" I wasn’t
going to win any points saying, "Well, actually, now
you mention it Tracy..." so I clammed up.
Escorting Mandy back to bed, fully naked still, I was
at least relieved to find Mary sound asleep and none
the wiser.
"Now stay here," I hissed, kissing her goodnight on the
forehead.
Her back to me, I kissed Tracy’s neck on sliding back
under the covers. I ran my finger down her spine
towards her bottom.
"Don’t" she sulked, wriggling. Women? God, they’re
beautiful!
If the passionate kiss Trace and I exchanged when we
woke was anything to go by, forgiveness was one of her
decidedly Christian traits.
"I honestly thought it was you sweetie," I told her, "I
must have been asleep when she crept in."
"Paedophile," she grinned, sticking her tongue out at
me. How could I argue with the facts?
Before heading back to the Interstate, we stocked-up on
breakfast big time at the diner and left clutching bags
of crisps, and other munchies together with a six-pack
of creaming soda, enough let’s say to get us clean
across the Georgia County line.
The second half of a trip always passes quicker than
the first half, although it was mid afternoon by the
time we hit the outskirts of Greensboro. The girls were
noticeably restless and quite obviously not relishing
their imminent family reunion.
Wending our way along Centennial Avenue East, Tracy
pointed further down the street, "There, next door to
the two-storey place – the house with the old Firebird
out the front. Pulling up outside, the place looked
neat enough. No mansion to be sure but a long ways from
the derelict I’d been imagining. As for the Firebird...
a good few grand had been poured into its restoration I
was thinking.
"Well kids, you ready?" I asked, knowing full well they
never were going to be!
Shepherding them on to the porch behind me I knocked.
Almost immediately a small security section of the door
slid aside and I was about to introduce myself when I
heard a gasp, followed by "Oh My God!" Obviously she
had seen her step-children. The door was flung open.
For someone built up in my mind as the most bitter and
evil stepmother ever to walk the earth, the role model
for "Throw Momma Off The Train" most probably, I was
not prepared for the fine-looking woman standing just
inside her doorway there. Pretty much my age I’d say,
Kathy Raines as I discovered her name to be, was
anything but a violent looking woman.
Formalities exchanged we were ushered in. The three
girls interestingly enough went straight to their rooms
and slammed the doors. Kathy just looked at me and
shrugged her shoulders.
"We’d better talk," I suggested.
While Kathy fussed around her remarkably neat little
kitchen, preparing us some coffee, I took the
opportunity of bringing her up to date with regard to
the last week or so (well, with the exception of
certain details which were definitely not on her need-
to-know list!)
I explained the fate of the Duster and my subsequent
involvement. I also mentioned that the girls had told
me they were headed for Arizona in search of their
Uncle. Inevitably of course the subject of why the
girls had taken-off was raised. Kathy freely admitted
that she had raised her hand against both Mandy and
Tracy in the past few months – principally on account
of their insubordinate behavior she said.
Tracy had suffered emotionally from her father’s death
and for some reason blamed Kathy in part. She had no
idea why. Recently she had been a real handful, wagging
school and staying out late. I didn’t necessarily
disbelieve this, having seen her feisty side at close
range myself.
The other two showed allegiance to their eldest sister
she said, and basically they hunted in a pack. She told
me she hadn’t yet called the Police as she figured
either they would call her at some stage or their Uncle
would, having figured that is where they might go. So
far she had been able to cover their absence from
school on medical grounds but another few days would
have been impossible.
Kathy then asked how I had handled looking after them.
Bad choice of words I was thinking but putting that
aside, I told her about the ranch, that I was unmarried
and had therefore heaps of space wherein to put them
up.
"Oh, so they’ve been alone with you all this time," she
said surprised, then realising what she was intimating
tried to cover her faux-pas... "Oh Gosh... I didn’t
mean it to sound like that," she added, visibly
embarrassed..
"Damn she’s pretty," I was thinking. "Wonder if she’d
look that cute if I told her God’s own truth about our
inter-relationships?"
I figured I’d change the subject. "Best we get the
girls out here Kathy," I said. She nodded, smoothing
her dress down somewhat demurely. Not demurely enough
though that I had failed to notice her slim physique,
rather finely turned calves and plenty of other stuff
currently hidden from view.
If you have ever tried to reason with a teenage girl
who’s mind is set along a certain channel you will know
the futility of such action. Try it with three girls!
A succession of "I knew you’d never believe me’s," and
"That’s what she says!" and "I never did that," and
when all else failed... "Yeah right!" meant that
almost one hour and forty minutes was totally wasted in
confrontational disagreement.
Twice, Tracy flounced off to her room and had to be
coaxed back. Predictably, the second time in there, she
threw her arms around my neck and started crying and
kissing me to the point of distraction. Almost worked
too. I would have been the deadest meat on Centennial
Avenue!
The upshot was, it was getting late and with nothing
settled, I couldn’t just leave them there and take off.
I owed them that much.
"Well Bill, we have a spare room if you’d like to
stay," Kathy offered. She must have been really
wondering when little Mary ran over and hugged me,
begging me to stay the night only to be followed by
Mandy echoing the same sentiments.
"Wow, you are popular," Kathy observed.
The fact is, I figured any option that might give me a
little more time alone with her was one worth pursuing.
"You’ll stay? That’s great," Kathy was saying. I
noticed immediately that Tracy, picking up on what she
saw as something there, tossed her stepmom a real catty
glance that was far from loving. I was reminded
momentarily of the gypsy girls fighting in "From Russia
With Love,"
"I’m not on your stepmom’s "side’ sweetheart," I told
Tracy as I said goodnight to her in her bedroom. "I
just think though that maybe... just maybe, you did a
few things you shouldn’t have and made her real angry."
"I wish I could sleep with you." she whispered,
changing the subject smartly, "But you don’t want me
now do you?" she added, playing up the hurt-little-girl
angle for all it was worth.
Oh God, did I want her right that moment?
"You’re fifteen sweetheart," I reminded her. "I can go
to jail for what I’ve done to you, you know that!" I
let it sink in, then closed-out with... "But yes Trace,
if I’m honest, I want you more than anything and if you
were eighteen I’d probably ask you to sleep with me...
even here!" She gave me the most beautiful smile.
Mandy and Mary shared a room and had their own bunk.
They at least were content in the knowledge that I
would still be there when they woke up in the morning.
I kissed them both.
Kathy and I talked for ages after that. It was a warm
night still, so we went out on the porch and shared
some wine.
She told me how difficult life had been with the girl’s
real father and that the truth was he raised his hands
against all four of them when the drink was in him –
which was most nights. For all that though, Tracy had
loved him and couldn’t accept his death for a long
time.
Relations between her and all the kids had soured over
the past few months apparently and there appeared to be
no way of salvaging the situation. She had slapped
Tracy across the face in desperation at her rudeness
and lack of respect, the night they had taken off and
had been sick with worry in the days since.
I wanted to hold her then, but in the light of having
known her for less than six hours, this seemed perhaps
a tad inappropriate.
Sometimes however things pass between newly introduced
couples that transcend the need for a "getting to know
you" period. You just are aware that the rules of
social convention don’t apply here. So it was with
Kathy and I. By midnight, I knew with the strongest
conviction that she wanted me to kiss her.
My theory was not flawed and even as I released her
from my embrace, whispering "Goodnight Kathy," I knew
we would both be lying awake in separate beds shortly,
wishing such were not the case but knowing that
etiquette must be followed.
Hours later, I heard my door very softly opening. I
knew it wouldn’t be Kathy. Which of them then was
pushing the boundaries of common sense here in their
own home?
"I couldn’t sleep, I kept hearing sounds that
frightened me," came a timid little voice. A small body
eased its way under the covers beside me.
"Mary?" I asked incredulously. "Come on sweetheart, you
can’t be here!"
"I want to be with you," she implored, her little hand
grasping mine. "I know you’ve done it with my
sisters... I just want you to fuck me too." Hearing
that, I almost slipped into a coma.
"You want me to fuck you???? Mary, you’re just ten
years old. I don’t fuck children!"
"Mandy’s only a child really," she muttered. She had
that right – a born defense attorney in the making
obviously.
"Well maybe so darling, and you’re right, I should
never have done anything with her – not Tracy even,
she’s only fifteen. Now be a good girl and get back to
bed."
"Don’t you think I’m even a little bit sexy?" she said,
suddenly pulling my hand to her breasts, which mere
bumps that they were, still managed to tweak all the
right levers. I had to allow myself the luxury of just
a quick fondle. She had her top up in seconds.
"Feel them properly," she said, "I know they’re a bit
small though."
Infinitesimally small they may have been, but I’m here
to tell you I felt those tiny little nipples growing
more erect by the moment, beneath my touch.
"Take my panties off and feel me," she pleaded. I was
on death row!
Expecting Tracy, Kathy and the Police (in that order)
to make an appearance at any moment, I nevertheless
allowed my hands the luxury of tugging those panties
down past that curvy ten year old bottom, leaving my
fingers free to roam those uncharted juvenile vaginal
highways and byways. How hot was she? My God, to finger
such that I felt that night is to experience forbidden
pleasures denied 99.9% of the population – and with
good reason.
Wriggling like a harlot, spreading her legs to
accommodate my wayward fingers and pretty much handing
me the keys to the city, I was losing my grip on
reality. Even at the point my finger exited her tight
little vaginal entrance, quite shamelessly crossing
that inch and a half bridge to her rear-entry forbidden
zone she just giggled and whispered, "I like it in
there... it feels sexy!"
I must have "played" with her for an hour. Fingering
every ingress, feeling every curve and suckling those
puffy little breasts and nipples while she lay on her
back taking pleasures that no ten-year old is supposed
to have on offer.
It was only when she began to plead with me to "fuck
her properly" that any sense of normality returned to
my warped perception.
"I cannot fuck you Mary," I replied. "You are much to
small down there and way too young. It would hurt you
badly. Trust me! Maybe when you are a teenager and if
we still know each other, I’ll think about it."
She was silent for a moment. "You promise?" she asked.
"Cross my heart and hope to die," I told her. "Now get
your panties back on and go back to bed sweetie. You’ve
made me behave very badly tonight... I should never
have done that to you!"
"Just feel me up a little bit more," she begged,
pulling my hand back between her legs. Who was I to
disappoint the kid?
If there is a Hell. I’m gonna need a good lawyer!
Having no option but to beat-off for the rest of the
night, I could hardly be surprised when Kathy brought
me in some toast and coffee the next morning, setting
the tray down on the bedside table with the comment,
"Looks like you had a rough night Bill."
Seemed to me I was in for a rough weekend!
(c) Peter_Pan 2005
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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