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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- 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. © Peter_Pan 2005 The Complete Harper Valley" http://www.lulu.com/content/106537 Published autobiographyhttp://www.lulu.com/content/74428 "Imagine For A Moment" http://www.lulu.com/content/69187 *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 39