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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!


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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 
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