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My Georgia Peaches 6: Rhett Butler Had it Easy
by Peter_Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
***
Following an increasing number of emails from readers
demanding to know how further Bill can complicate his
life, with his three young 'peaches,' here is but an
admittedly brief teaser. For those wishing to catch up
on their previous exploits, you should refer to
archives 39, 40 and 43. (MF, Mf, ped, rom)
***
For a couple of moments, a fully dysfunctional silence
held sway. Realising that she was completely naked
still, Tracy tugged the coverlet up swiftly. She wasn't
so much blushing as utterly transfixed with
embarrassment. I was long past that stage!
"Can I talk to you in the kitchen Kathy?" I muttered.
Despite my probable imminent arrest, I was determined
to make the most of my one phone call. Eyeballing me
steadily, Kathy retreated from the room closing the
bedroom door behind her.
"I'm SO sorry Bill," Tracy whispered. The onset of a
few preliminary tears adding to her mortified
expression. "I never wanted to get you into trouble."
A total sucker for any female in distress, I brushed a
few locks of hair from her forehead and kissed her
gently.
"I've been in a few tricky situations in my life
Trace." I told her. "Always managed to extricate myself
somehow, so let me go talk to your step-mom. Worst that
can happen is that she keeps a shotgun in the broom
closet somewhere."
That at least brought a smile to her pretty face.
**
Kathy though was not smiling. I sat myself down at the
breakfast table. The Crown Prosecutor was considering
her opening address.
"She's just fifteen Bill, how COULD you?"
"A moment of unheralded weakness Kathy," I replied.
"Maybe I've been single too long...maybe not long
enough? Perhaps the offer - and truly Kathy, the
suggestion did not come from me - flattered my ego." I
could see I was not helping my case, to judge by
Kathy's expression.
"Maybe you're just an entrenched pedophile Bill?" she
rounded on me. "Just how many other 'moments' like this
have there been in the recent past?"
"Why none Kathy." I lied outright. Sure, she's been
flirty...they all have to be honest, but hey that's
just young girls for you - you know that!"
She looked me over a couple of times. "The only reason
I'm not calling the Police Bill is that I know Tracy
well enough to believe she is hardly likely to have
been a completely innocent party, not that it excuses
what you did to her you understand?" I nodded
dutifully.
"However you look at it though, you still took
advantage of a majorly underage girl Bill - and that
just isn't acceptable... even if she did make it easy
for you. I thought better of you than that."
Just for a second she lowered her eyes and I can almost
swear I saw the look of a girl whose boyfriend she had
just discovered exiting the girls' locker room with a
pair of panties hanging out of his trouser pocket.
I looked up at her. She really was a fine looking
woman.
"Kathy," I began, but she held her hand up. "No Bill,
don't say anything else, I'm really upset about this."
My instincts told me that it was somewhat more than
just Tracy she was upset about!
"Look," I said eventually, "I know nothing I can say
will make things right Kathy, and I can never justify
my actions with Tracy, but would you let me at least
take you to dinner tonight?"
She looked across at me with a healthy, if not
understandable degree of scepticism. "Just give us an
opportunity to talk between ourselves - away from the
kids for a while." I continued. "I'd really like that."
I watched as her mind ran the numbers. Was this just my
pitiful attempt to smooth over the situation? Would
accompanying me on a date fatally undermine her
position of authority? How long was it since any man
had asked her out?
"If I agree Bill, it doesn't mean that I'm happy about
what's happened," she answered deliberately. "Or that
I'm just gonna forget about it." She added
spontaneously.
"Deal," I said. "Think the worst of me all night... I
probably deserve it anyway." I added grinning.
The three girls were not overly delighted at being left
alone for the evening. Tracy was looking at me with
quite obvious distrust. Mandy left the dinner-table
early and slunk back to her room, while Mary wanted to
know if she could stay awake till we got home?
For a town with barely three thousand population,
Greensboro offers a pretty comprehensive range of
eating options. At Kathy's suggestion we made it to the
"Lucky 32 Restaurant" on Westover Terrace. The food was
up there with the best New York has to offer and the
service pleasingly efficient.
By the time we had disposed of the shared appetiser -
pan fried crab cakes - Kathy had recalled in detail the
early years with the girls' father. Hadn't been
anything you would particularly want over by the sounds
of things.
For mains, Kathy opted for the 'Southern Crescent
Chicken' smothered in pimento cheese while I took
delivery of one enormous 'Kentucky Ribeye,' marinated
so they advertise, in bourbon overnight. This freed up
the conversation further and by the time we had emptied
the bottle of Veuve Clicquot Yellow Label also, there
was little either did not know about the other. I was
beginning to imagine Kathy in positions other than
those that might be referred to as demure!
Although my wallet took a substantial beating at the
check-out, courtesy of the Veuve one must admit, no-one
has ever exited a restaurant world-wide, more replete
or better serviced gastronomically. I held her hand as
we made our way back to the pick-up and the messages I
was getting, bespoke anything but confrontation.
It being well after eleven thirty when we got back, we
checked on the girls. All were sound asleep. I gave
Mary the lightest kiss on the cheek. "Such a little
cutie," I muttered.
"Such a little manipulator you mean?" Kathy half-
giggled. I looked up at her. The war on terror was not
foremost in my mind let's say!
Can't say for certain now what triggered the ensuing
activities. I recall giving Kathy a goodnight kiss at
her bedroom doorway. Perhaps the Veuve had one last
kick in its tail, but no more than five minutes later I
was unzipping her dress mid coverlet, and with Kathy
adorned suddenly in no more than her bra and panties, I
really could think of no good reason for going back to
my own bed.
Even with the lights out, the room played host to
sufficient moonlight that I could clearly make out the
urgency in her expression. She gasped as I slipped the
bra straps down her arms and as her breasts were freed
of their constraints, I realised abruptly the yawning
gulf that exists between a pretty teenager and an
experienced woman.
Slipping her panties off I eased her down alongside me
and kissed her with all the passion so beautiful a
female demands. She clung to me, yet it was I felt the
student. Her nipples had grown noticeably erect and as
I manipulated them between thumb and forefinger she
began issuing sighs of obvious pleasure, all the while
encouraging me to further exploratories.
I allowed my hand to slip between her legs where a
trimmed softness welcomed my inbound invaders to the
city outskirts before leading inexorably to those
delicate moist folds that like rose petals confronted
by the morning sun, opened up their inner secrets
releasing their enticing scent.
Her sighs turned to gentle moans and as I increased the
pressure on her clitoral nub, she spread her legs quite
unconsciously, greatly facilitating my dexterous
incursion. I leaned forward and gently suckled her
right nipple which had her moaning yet louder, even as
my own pleasures were escalating in direct proportion
to the rapidly solidifying tissue between my own legs.
"Make love to me Bill," someone whispered but inches
from my ear.
LeAnn Rimes had it right all along - you really can't
fight the moonlight. Thus positioning myself between
those deliciously parted thighs, I allowed her to guide
my overhead camshaft into that tight channel where it
might perform at peak efficiency.
At this juncture be it known, Kathy wasn't so much
lubricated as awash with pleasured expectation. Didn't
feel too bad from my viewpoint either. Penetrating her
to the depths I was aware of Kathy's now constant
moaning and the way she was using her hips to maximise
each thrust. I was the quintessential runaway train -
not only without brakes, but consigned to whatever was
at the end of the line. Right that second I was kinda
hoping it might be twins!
"I love you Kathy" I whispered to her. Not only was it
the truth right that second, I'm sure she believed me.
Either way a lot happened right about then.
Even as her vaginal muscles clamped down, inducing a
'no retreat, no surrender' aspect to the rules of
engagement, I found myself orgasmically at the mercy of
the Gods on Mount Olympus. I'm sure Zeus must have had
a hand well inside Hera's robe somewhere, because what
spurted then fully uncontrollably around the walls of
Kathy's vagina must surely have been at the behest of
some divine intervention. No mortal ever produced so
on-going a procreative torrent.
Smiling in piqued satisfaction, Kathy lay there, one
hand between her legs the other arm holding me to her.
Kissing her with all the passion my abused body could
still muster I pulled the bedclothes up. She was asleep
in moments, I doubt I was more than five minutes behind
her.
**
Given the fact it was obviously still the middle of the
night, I was wondering what had awoken me. A vague
movement to the right of the bed went a long way to
explaining this ponderance. Instinct rather than
visuals told me it was Tracy.
"What the hell?" I whispered, "What are you doing here
Trace?"
"How could you do this to me Bill?" came the muffled
response. "I thought you loved me?" She had moved her
face close up to mine.
"Are you crazy?" I mouthed barely audibly. "You'll wake
Kathy up - you want that?"
"You fucked her didn't you," she sounded like she had
begun to sob. "I heard you both - that's what woke me
up."
"Tracy, we'll talk about this in the morning OK?" My
mouth was but inches from her face as I spoke. It
proved to be my undoing. Before I could make any
counter move, she slipped herself up under the coverlet
laying on me full length - quite obviously naked.
"Make love to me," she whispered in my ear, not only
squashing her young breasts up against my chest but
ensuring that her pussy was thrust hard down against my
crotch where nature was unavoidably taking care of
business once again.
Having no idea how to handle this - after all, every
additional word of dialog risked waking Kathy - I just
slid my hands across her svelte bottom, fully unable to
resist the illicit pleasures on offer.
"Mmmm" she resonated, wriggling her hips gently and
knowing full well the effect that would be having upon
my more delicate areas let's say.
"Stop that," I chided her, though little more than a
whisper. "You have to lie still."
Raising herself just slightly, she slipped a hand
beneath her suddenly and taking a hold of something she
really shouldn't have, I felt myself being guided into
a very familiar playing field. Devoid of any
resistance, I pushed up into her, at the same time
holding her tightly around the bottom and taking such
tactile delight in the contact with those curvy rear
cheeks.
I felt her beginning to moan which left me no choice
but to kiss her hard as I very slowly thrust up deeper
into that warm and decidedly moist channel.. It was
very much a case of just 'being there' and although
circumstances precluded the possibility of any wild
copulation, there was no shortage of sexual pleasure be
assured. When even the least movement by either partner
allows one the freedom to plumb yet greater depths, you
realise that God really did have your best interests at
heart when he designed the female prototype.
I could feel Tracy's urgency as her legs now well
apart, straddled my own as she bore down upon the
penile invader within her. Taking a hold of my left
hand she guided it to her breasts where she quite
obviously desired further stimulation. More than happy
to oblige, I began groping her gently and rubbing her
already swollen nipples between my thumb and digits.
Were it not for my kissing her steadily she would have
vocally advertised our plight for sure. As it was, I
had to hold her tightly against me, less Kathy was
awoken by any undue movement. Mercifully she had her
back to us and was well across on her side of the bed.
Even the gentlest of friction inherent in limited
movement brings about a need for completion. In many
ways, intercourse is even sexier taking it slow and
deep - it gives you time to appreciate and sense just
what it is you are doing to a girl. Whatever the
semantics of the thing, nature had decreed it time I
knew, for the Spring tide. Sexy little Tracy knew it
too and like her step-mom just hours earlier, was now
clamping down vaginally.
Try as I might, coming in a girl is not really a
controllable thing. Tracy I fancy, performed better
than me in the upshot. I could not avoid jerking
uncontrollably for a few seconds which must have
produced a few seismic rifts across the bed covers.
We lay there sated. I was still deep inside her, but
diminishing in volume by the second. There was however
enough moonlight still that I could make out Tracy's
majorly satisfied expression.
"I want you to just love me," she whispered almost
cryptically, before easing herself off me and back on
to the carpet. She was out of the room and pulling the
door to noiselessly before I had time to make any sort
of considered reply.
Half expecting Mandy to put in an appearance and lets
face it, I couldn't have come up with another
performance for love or money, I just lay there,
weighing up the realities of the night.
Love triangles are hardly front-page news, but all in
the same family? I glanced across at Kathy sleeping
peacefully still. Had I not just betrayed her trust yet
again? What was my problem? I realised that at some
point within the coming twenty four hours I had best
make a few hard decisions which any way you looked at
it, could not be without casualties.
(c) Peter_Pan 2006
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