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My Georgia Peaches V: Safety In Numbers?
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
***
I have been literally besieged by readers demanding
the next instalment in the lives of the three runaway
siblings. I would be lying to you if I said I hadn't
forged a significant emotional attachment to the girls
myself - I simply have not had the time or opportunity
to write it all down. Here now however, is the next
brief chapter. (Mf, ped, bi, mast)
***
The caffeine worked its magic well enough and after an
invigorating shower I was back on track emotionally,
though still shy a couple of hours' sleep.
Ambling out to the kitchen, Kathy was busying herself
with breakfast for the kids by the looks of things. I
asked her where they all were.
"Taking their sweet time," she said. "Surely in the few
days they've been with you even, you've seen how slow
they can be once they get in the bathroom - Tracy
especially." She had a point there, mind you what
generally walked out, was most definitely worth the
time invested. I didn't figure I'd mention that little
observation.
"Hi Bill," gushed Mandy, seating herself beside me at
the table, making sure her leg made partial if not
fully suggestive contact with my own. Kathy dropped a
plate of scrambled eggs and bacon in front of her,
indicating the full toast rack center-table. When my
own serve made an appearance seconds later, I couldn't
help thinking how easily I could get used to this kind
of spoilt domesticity, having done everything for
myself for so long now. Kathy was no slouch at the
grille either!
Little Mary was the next to put in an appearance.
Rushing over to hug me first had the other two's eyes
rolling in their head. Best they just thought she was
overly affectionate I thought, rather than clued-up as
to her newly come-by nocturnal preferences. I could
feel still those unripened but so sexy little pinkish
folds between my fingers.
Tracy was the last to join us. Giving me a flirty
little kiss on the cheek in passing, her expression was
definitely "Hmmm, I wonder if you did something with
either of my sisters last night?" then as she sat down
"And if you did you are so dead meat!"
Trying to keep the whole thing platonic in front of
Kathy was anything but easy. Tracy maintaining dreamy
eye-contact throughout my scrambled eggs. Having to
constantly close-up Mandy's legs and fend off
deliberately loaded barbs from Mary such as her
infamous "How hot was it last night?" Tracy even shot
me a killer glance on that one!
Kathy seemed not to pick up on anything though and
eventually we were all done. I packed the kids off to
their rooms (not that they took much persuading) whilst
I help Kathy clean up. Drying the dishes while she
washed up gave me time to talk with her a little. I
figured she must have done it pretty tough after the
girls' father died but there again he didn't sound that
great an asset either if the truth be known. Either
way, it utilised little in the way of psychoanalysis to
realise that it wouldn't take much for me to fall for
this woman even though she was possessed of a fifteen
year old stepdaughter that currently had my number -
every which way but loose! When you're talking
'permanent' rather than 'fleeting,' a hot little
teenage ass, has by necessity, to be eased out of the
equation...or in Tracy's case - 'squeezed' out!
"Would you like us to show you around Greensboro?"
Kathy enquired. Even though it wasn't exactly
Greensboro I wanted to be shown around, I agreed.
We took the Ford as it might have been somewhat of a
squeeze in Kathy's Camry sedan. Greensboro is very
typical small-town America...small, though quaint in
places. I figure the entire shopping acreage there,
would comfortably fit inside the Houston Astrodome.
During a stop-off at a coffee bar-mid morning, the
girls in fact regaled Kathy with their shopping
experiences in Houston the previous weekend. I was
reminded more, I have to say of that particular
evening.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you girls have a
crush on Bill," Kathy grinned as we exited yet another
boutique.
"Nah, they just see me as a surrogate father I think
Kathy," I replied, trying desperately to shift the
focus of the relationship. It was only seconds later I
realised what I'd intimated by virtue of Kathy's
enforced blush. Tracy flashed me her trademark smile
and took a hold of my hand - much to the other two's
consternation.
It was late afternoon when we got back home and no
sooner had we walked in than the phone rang. Kathy
answered it.
"Come and see my room," Tracy implored, propelling me
towards the hallway. The other two looked daggers at
her and would have followed had not Tracy waved them
back. "C'mon girls...Bill will go see yours too - won't
you Bill?"
"Sure" I replied dutifully as I was yanked
unceremoniously to one side. Damn, she was no wuss to
be sure! No sooner were we in her bedroom than Tracy
closed the door, threw her arms around my neck and
started kissing me with a fervor. "Will you make love
to me tonight Bill? Pleeaase," she begged. "I know you
want me, I can tell," she giggled. She wasn't far
wrong!
I was seriously thinking of bringing that little event
forward to the here and now, when Kathy's voice
suddenly assailed us.
"Better see what she wants I guess," I said,
disentangling her arms - God her breasts looked so
inviting right there in my direct line of vision. I
went back to the kitchen.
"Look Bill, I'm so sorry but I have a real problem."
"What is it Kathy?: I asked
"It's my mother, she's been having a lot of trouble
with her back recently. She slipped over a couple of
hours ago and thinks she's pinched a nerve in her
vertebra. She needs me to go and do a few things for
her as she can hardly walk she said." Kathy paused for
a moment. "Would you mind very much looking after the
girls for a few hours until I get back - probably
around 10.30 pm.? She only lives ten minutes away!"
I tried my best to look like this would indeed be a
loathsome chore but that given my chivalrous nature - I
was up for it. She gave me a hug that I wasn't
expecting but certainly found invigorating in the
extreme.
Talk about telepathy, the news was on its way to Mary's
bedroom by the time I had exited the kitchen. You have
never seen three more effusive and wide-eyed young
girls as were circling their quarry right that second.
Farewelling Kathy, I barely made it to the lounge-room.
Two curvy young rear ends seated themselves either side
of me and Mary's, as you may have guessed sank
compliantly, but uninvited I have to say, directly on
my lap.
"Let's not waste any time," she giggled, snuggling in
and placing her lips in the exact right spot for me to
kiss them.
The briefest of lip contact and I made as if to get up.
"Better we start getting something for dinner girls," I
muttered.
Two young arms grabbed mine, ensuring I couldn't get
up.
"We're not hungry Bill," Mandy pouted - I'll swear her
breasts were bigger than they were even last week.
Maybe I could just see more of them through that tight
little top she had on.
"Well not for food at least," Tracy teased. Her
expression - pure lust at that second - her meaning
anything but indistinct. "Would you like to go to my
room?" she asked softly - those glossy lips promising
what I shouldn't be thinking.
"What's wrong with my room Tracy?" Mandy interjected -
"You can't have him all to yourself... and anyway,
you're only eighteen months older than me!"
"And I'll be a teenager in only twenty-six months,"
Mary tossed in for good measure.
"Why does he have to go to any of our rooms?" Mandy
giggled, "There's no-one else here." So saying, she
wriggled the hem of her skirt up to fully indecent
levels. Those hot pink undies were burning holes in my
retinas.
"Pull your skirt down Mandy, that's disgusting," Tracy
chided her younger sibling. "You behave like a slut
sometimes - you really do!"
"Well, look who's talking?" Mandy fired back "You've
been fucking Bill whenever you've had the chance..." I
heard Mary gasp with shock.
"That's not true," Tracy screamed at her defensively.
"OK that's enough girls," I wrenched myself free,
jettisoning Mary in the process. Now cut the bitchy
talk - both of you... you're just kids for Chrissake!"
I added.
Tracy, fully indignant, was already on her way to her
own sanctuary. A reverberating slam confirmed the room-
owner's mood.
"Let her sulk Bill," Mandy said breezily. "Come to my
room for a while - I want to show you some photos in my
album." Taking my hand, she tugged me to the far
hallway.
"Can I come with you?" asked Mary, with little hope of
acceptance it sounded like.
Mandy stared for a moment at her little sister, "Yeah,
I guess Mary," she muttered at last, "Come-on then!"
We made an unlikely trio as we trooped into Mandy's
rather neat little domain.
"Is that necessary?" I asked as Mandy, having closed
the door - locked it. I wasn't sure whether her action
was to keep intruders out, or me in?
"Tracy thinks she owns the place," she replied, "I'm
not having her just walk in here when she feels like
it... might be embarrassing," she giggled. It was all
Mary could do to keep a straight face too I noticed.
With little Mary seated on the small bed beside me and
clinging on to my arm at every opportunity, I flipped
through the photo-album which did a fine job of
recreating visually Mandy and the girls' earlier
childhood. Thirteen years in pictures, translates to
remarkably few photographic highlights, the earlier
prints obviously having been given to her at some
stage.
One particular picture - Mandy, at five, Mary just a
toddler and Tracy but a pig-tailed seven-year old,
brought home to me just how young they all really were
even now... just a blink of the eye since they were all
finger-painting!
I was still contemplating this fact when Mandy
retrieved the album from my clutches and fully
unexpectedly, pushed me back on her bed smothering my
face with warm kisses, her arms around my neck.
Now before you all condemn me for my actions, take a
moment to consider the situation if you will. Even at
thirteen, a young girl's willing and highly arousing
body entwining itself around your own is a powerful
aphrodisiac. With Mary additionally, beginning to
nuzzle up against my neck, I had as much chance of
shifting into neutral as of stalling the motor by
tossing a ham sandwich under the hood. The scent of
young womanhood is nothing to be denied either and I
freely admit any chivalrous notions on site were
quickly dispatched to the outer periphery of my
consciousness.
I found my hand unzipping Mandy's tiny little skirt,
even as she began wriggling out of the thing. My left
hand too had a mind of its own it seems and had inched
its way down to Mary's hot little rear-end whence it
began smoothing over that wonderfully taut and curvy
little bottom. I could feel the onset of the sexy cleft
between her ass-cheeks and began to fondle the general
area. I heard her giggle while at the same time quite
obviously, spreading her legs noticeably.
In just her bra and panties now, Mandy had shifted up a
cog. Kissing me passionately, she had rendered me so
far past the red-line, all I craved was to pull those
skimpy little panties down and to get one or more of
those hot girlish nipples into my mouth. With not a
little help from their owner admittedly, I managed both
tasks one-handedly in less than thirty seconds.
Completely straddling me now, Mandy had one leg across
her sister also and was wriggling about - fully, a
young girl on heat.
Reaching around with my right hand (my left was
performing unspeakably inappropriate things beneath the
waistband of Mary's own panties) I was able to slide
across Mandy's bubble-butt and down between her legs
which must have offered right then, a one-forty degree
access to her under-age but supremely inviting pussy.
It was at the point I felt her unzip me that I realised
there was only ever going to be one eventuality here.
It mattered not to my tortured psyche right at that
moment, whether she was thirteen or thirty... I just
needed absolution - in the form of my cock as far up
her slippery little pussy as I could get it. I rather
think this dovetailed with her own needs.
Having by necessity to relinquish my grip on Mary's hot
and pliant little ass, I held Mandy tight around the
waist and kissing her with renewed vigor as her hair
flopped all over my face, I just angled-up into that
moist cavern between her legs with frenzied need.
Completely naked now, she was moaning with unfettered
pleasure, using those hips of hers to great effect. I
began fondling her breasts roughly, oblivious to
anything else but the need to fill her with my seed.
What got me fully over the line however was seeing Mary
out of the corner of my eye, putting her arm around her
sister's arched bottom and whispering to her "Fuck him
for me Mandy."
Quite simply, it was the biggest cum in recorded
history. Mandy was still humping me like an animal, her
vaginal muscles squeezing me in their iron grip, thirty
seconds after I was drained of that last foot-soldier.
"You are just so beautiful sweetheart," I muttered, as
I ran my fingers through her hair holding her to me
now, fully aware of my recent illicit dealings but
feeling not the slightest guilt reprehensibly. She
smiled at me - the fully sated Cheshire Cat look, I
just had to pat that sexy little bottom!
A rather plaintive little "My turn," brought me back to
earth with a thud. Lying close up alongside me and
looking up expectantly, it was going to take a resolute
man to knock back the opportunity, if not the
obligation.
"No way Mary," her sister responded from atop my chest
and still breathing heavily from her own exertions.
"You're only ten, far too young to have Bill fuck you.
Get real!"
Mary's eyes pleaded with my own.
"I can't sweetie," I whispered, "Much as I would love
too, I told you before, when you're into your teens...
maybe."
"Well can you just kiss me and stuff," she asked
hopefully.
I looked up at Mandy who rolled her eyes. "Ok, while I
have a quick shower you can make-out a little Mary, but
that's all." She got off me then and picking up her
underwear, skirt and top, headed for the en-suite.
"I know you and Mary have already done some naughty
stuff Bill," she said, turning to glance at me
accusingly. I looked at her blankly.
"Mary told me," she said in answer to my unspoken
question. "Just look after my little sister OK?" I was
still feeling like a rabbit under the glare of oncoming
headlights when she closed the door to the bathroom.
With her dress still hoiked up to the top of her legs,
it wasn't helping my cause that I could now see a
goodly proportion of her light green panties. Whilst
contemplating this none too unpleasant a situation,
Mary eased herself atop my chest to the space recently
vacated by her elder sister. Way lighter but equally
arousing, I could see quite clearly now the avenue of
dreams, down between her tiny mounds, up until it
disappeared within the recessed shadows of her little
bra.
"Take my panties off Bill," the budding siren giggled
as she clung to me, arms tight around my neck.
Dutifully I took a hold of the elastic waistband and
had worked her knickers no further than the lower
confines of her curvy little bottom, when she wriggled
out of them with consummate ease.
Allowing myself the luxury of smoothing over that
softer-than-soft skin, my fingers slipped down between
her sexy cleft, bypassed her rear portal... which
yielded up a small gasp of shock in passing (I was
definitely going to have to revisit this particular
locale in later years, should such be possible, I
mentally noted) before arriving at their intended
destination.
Still on the puffy side at that age, Mandy's moist
labia felt like heaven. Using just one finger, I spread
her pussy lips and gradually probed into the darkness.
She broke off from kissing me momentarily and I could
see in her eyes, the glazing and desire, resident in
the aroused female of any age.
"That feels yummy Bill," she muttered, her hips in
automated movement already and pressing down noticeably
upon my digital intruder. With another finger, I
located the clitoral nub and began rhythmically
masturbating her softly. Her legs by now were spread to
the east wind.
Call me off-centered, morally bereft or an entrenched
paedophilic sicko, but don't call me incorrect, when I
tell you that bringing a ten-year old girl to orgasm is
anything but a rampaging privilege. When they are on
the edge, pleading for more and looking at you with
that wonderfully submissive expression as you finger
them to Nirvana - you are at the peak of sexual
anarchy.....socially taboo or not.
Mary was at the mercy of an outwardly radiating seismic
quake. Her legs clamped shut, entrapping my hand as she
wriggled about uncontrollably, her eyes wide and her
mouth opening and shutting with real time pleasure. Her
tiny breasts were vibrating in my direct line of
vision. Holding her tight round the bottom, it would
have been so easy to manoeuver my erection up into her
- but I had made a resolution and by necessity would
stick to it.
I was kissing her again when I heard the bathroom door
open and Mandy return to our bedside. She would have
had a glorious view of her little sister's naked bottom
and my hands tight around it.
"What happened to your panties Mary?" she giggled,
patting her sister playfully on the rear cheeks. "You
haven't?" have you Bill?" she looked at me accusingly.
"Still zipped-up Mandy, fear not," I replied, pulling
Mary's body to one side so she could see for herself.
"Just gave her a quick thrill is all sweetheart. Anyway
- I gave my word, remember?"
Still with just a large towel around her - it would
have taken nothing to tug it loose - perhaps I should
have! Teasing me unmercifully, she let the towel slip
for a moment, exposing both teenage breasts which
immediately invoked activity within my own nether
regions.
"You think I'm pretty?" she asked in all seriousness. I
pulled her towards me and kissed her on the lips. "I
think you are all three the prettiest girls anywhere,"
I answered truthfully. I noticed Mandy's hand had
returned to Mary's bottom and were not those fingers
inching their way down between her legs?
Mary gave a little squeal when she realised it was not
my fingers doing the walking. "Mandy!!" she cried out,
"That's naughty!" I saw here a red-hot opportunity.
Seizing Mary's left hand, I guided it up beneath her
sister's towelled thighs. At first the young girl
resisted, but forcing her arm higher I reached the
stage I figured nature would take care of the lesser
details.
At the point both girls quite obviously had reached the
other's vagina, I was an unnecessary participant, but
did not break up the tableau for fear of disturbing the
status quo. Mandy began to moan softly as her sister it
would appear, had at least one finger inside her pussy
now, whilst Mary's eyes again took on that glazed look
as Mandy began to finger her younger sister back along
the path of righteousness. I didn't even have the
luxury of being able to extricate my own erection,
which was by now in dire need of some keen de-briefing.
Having nothing else to contribute, I began fondling
Mandy's breasts with my right hand, whilst my left, I
slipped down the front of Mary's dress and began
rubbing softly her puffy little swellings. The effect
on both girls was dynamic - the moans increased and
their legs parted further. I could really get used to
this I decided.
Almost positive they must have done this to each other
before - possibly with Tracy roped-in as well, I just
waited for the inevitable outcome. Two hot and bothered
young sisters, clutching at their pussies as the waves
of ecstasy subsided. Great on the visuals admittedly,
but no great shakes in the area of immediate personal
satisfaction.
A sudden barrage of knocks at Mandy's bedroom door
accompanied by a terse "Are you in there Bill?" most
assuredly intruded on the moment.
"What do you want Tracy?" Mandy called out.
"I just want to talk to Bill for a few moments please,"
came the reply. Not often did Tracey ever say 'please.'
She must have been near-desperate.
Mandy unlocked the door and just stood there glaring at
her sister. Tracy wholly ignored her and just took a
couple of steps into the room.
"Bill can you please just come to my room for a few
minutes?" Her eyes then fell upon Mandy's somewhat
revealing towelling and Mary's obviously creased dress
but to her credit she held her peace and just waited
for me.
"I'd better go to her room - just for a short while,' I
added as if in justification of my actions.
Mandy made no reply and Mary just lay on the bed
looking a tad rejected as I got up and followed Tracy
back to her bedroom.
Having closed the door, she spun on her pretty little
heels and glaring at me, hands on her hips she let me
have it with both barrels. "You just fucked Mandy
didn't you?" Before I could answer she was up and
ranting. "And I suppose you fucked little Mary too,
right??" As the emotion built up, she just collapsed on
to her bed sobbing. "How could you?" I took a hold of
her and pulled her to me.
"Yes, Mandy and I did it Trace, but I give you my word,
I didn't fuck Mary....what do you think I am??"
Tracy was inconsolable. Between heaves and sobs she
managed to get out "You like Mandy better than me don't
you?"
Emotionally vulnerable as only young girls are, I
assured her such was not the case. "I love all three of
you Tracy - absolutely no favorites. How lame would
that be if you think about it."
Seems like she did think about it as she stopped crying
and snuggled into me. "I just miss not having a dad
Bill," she muttered softly, "And I really love you -
I'm just jealous I guess of Mandy... I don't know why."
"You have no reason to be sweetie," I said kissing her
now gently on the lips.
It was of course what we both wanted.
I had her skirt up around her hips in seconds as I
crushed her beneath me on her bed. Not even bothering
to pull her panties down, I just pulled my desperately
hard erection out and infiltrated that seethingly hot
receptacle that she was thrusting hard up against me.
She even held her own panties aside to facilitate
entry.
This was nearer rape but so evidently what she wanted
herself. As I penetrated her to the depths, the bed
shook with the force of my incursions. I even tore her
blouse and bra-straps in my endeavors to free up her
breasts. I then suckled both nipples as I continued to
force myself deeper and deeper into her womb. She was
gasping with unhinged pleasure as I slaked my lust,
pulling and rubbing her own breasts with feverish self-
gratification as I worked myself to the very edge of
reason.
"Don't stop Bill," she pleaded, a momentary lost soul
as I devoured that which she had to offer. Fifteen is a
world away from thirteen when it comes to sexual
capacity and fulfillment and I was made fully aware of
the difference at the point Tracy's orgasm kicked off
my own and we just rutted - being the only apt word -
ourselves to a mutually blissful conclusion. I was
still penetrating her to the depths and she, crying out
for yet more coital domination, long after my cum had
filled to overflowing, her beautifully tight and
procreative little channel.
Inevitably the adrenaline receded and I lay beside her,
caressing her breasts and thighs, as I allowed my
fingers to roam unrestrictedly through her damp and
sticky pubic hair. But for the ergonomic output we had
just expended, we would both have doubtless gone for an
instant replay. As it was, I had nothing left and Tracy
could hardly breathe!
What really put paid to any further interplay however
was Tracy's door being wrenched open, to reveal Kathy
standing there, white as a ghost.
"Can you think of any reasons why I shouldn't call the
Police right this second Bill?" she spewed the words in
utter disgust.
The fact is, I couldn't!
(c) Peter_Pan March 2006
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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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