Now it is time to lay aside another myth - the monogamous nature of Peter_Pan.

    Some of you may recall an earlier published recollection entitled PSG? If not, it matters little. The story simply explored the outcome for a teenage girl in Colorado, who fulfilled her wish to meet with the likely deviate, who penned the Harper Valley series and which she freely admitted had provided her with many a night of orgasmic solace.

     Our meeting that afternoon was not without its own two-way emotional entrapment. What I failed to point out to readers subsequently is that we planned on marrying...and before you cast your heavy-handed judgments upon me, be aware that such a union was shortly afterwards fully ratified by Katie's parents themselves, despite both being considerably younger even than me.

    I had of course then, no right whatsoever being in Springfield Ohio the week before last, attempting to resurrect a seven-year's past, romantic interlude with Amy that was chronicled in some detail in "On the Banks of the Ohio."

    Why then did I do it?

    It assuredly wasn't to compromise my relationship with Katie. It certainly reflected no intention on my part to 'play the field' to feed my own vanity. If I had to offer some psychological insight into my behavior it is because I simply love girls - uniquely and separately. I tend to compartmentalise relationships and live each on subtly different planes. Ultimately of course this is not workable - which is why, shortly after I wrote at the very end of "Back To The Future" - "So where do we go from here?"... I confessed to Amy the situation with Katie.

    She looked at me for a few moments, neither angry or tearful.

  "Have you any idea what you do want?" she asked eventually, drawing the bed-sheets up around her waist.

  "I want both of you," I replied almost with petulance.

  "And how many others are there?" she enquired. "Are we just talking about America or does your problem extend to various other continents?"

  "I haven't explained this very well, have I?" I offered up, none to confidently.

  "You haven't explained it at all," Amy responded. "Matter of fact, I'm not even sure why I'm still talking to you." She was almost pouting now - quite the prettiest little expression on her face.

  "So let me see if I'm understanding this Noel." she continued. "You fly out from Sydney Australia just to see me in Springfield. You tell me you love me, mainly because you 'forgot' to mention it last time you were in Ohio while taking a vulnerable sixteen-year old girl's virginity one hot summer's afternoon. Now, almost eight years later, we make love all night but instead of getting me breakfast as you promised, you sit there telling me "well actually there is this girl in Colorado I had planned on marrying?" Have I missed anything?

   "Yes," I said. "The whole point of what I was trying to explain Amy." I paused for a moment "Would you like me to go downstairs and cook you some breakfast sweetheart?"

  "No, its OK," she replied curtly, "I'd only want to throw it at you ...sweetie!"

   Neither of us spoke for a moment.

  "So what age "teenie" is she? Are we even talking legal here?"

  "She's nineteen," I confessed. Damn it did sound ridiculous, even after putting her age up a few months.

  "Well I guess I can't be overly critical," she said matter-of-factly. I was only a couple of weeks past being sixteen myself that day down at the river. What is it with you and majorly young girls? You think maybe your middle-life crisis is extending into old age?"

  "Ouch" I said, "Nah its nothing like that Amy. I haven't lied to you - I do love you, its just that....." she cut me dead.

  "Yeah - you love Katie too - and God knows how many other girls you have managed to seduce by virtue of the written word. You know what makes me angrier than anything Noel?"

   I looked at her blankly.

  "The fact that I love you as well. I can't believe how stupid, naïve, and gullible I must be." She stared at the bed-covers for fully a minute. "So what is the plan?" she asked.

   "Let's drive to Denver and sort this out?" I proffered.

  "You mean like girl to girl?" she levelled at me. "Yeah right! While you take yourself down to the nearest coffee bar and seduce two more waitresses during their meal break? Good idea! And like Katie is gonna be real happy to see me isn't she?.....Oh and the other thing - you wanna drive to Denver? You know how long that would take??? Well over eighteen hours! And guess what? I'll need a lift home!"

**

  "What kind of problem?" Katie asked, after I rang her cell.

   I had of course to tell her I was back in the States to which she understandably enquired,

  "Dare I ask where...not to mention why?"

   I figured the latter was best left unanswered at this juncture. Pagan Sex Goddesses can be a real handful when they get mad.

   During the course of the next couple of sentences I finally brought up the subject of my twenty-four year old compatriot.

  "That's not the Amy from your Ohio story is it?" she asked. "I had more or less assumed that story was true." She was quiet for a moment or two. "OMG Noel you've gone back to see her haven't you?" I could feel the generated heat. The phone line went dead.

   Took multiple call-backs but as always, a girl's naturally inquisitive nature won out over anger.

   I had barely gotten out a couple of brief sentences in between being castigated from pillar to post when Katie asked outright.

  "Is she there with you now?" I had of course to be honest in my reply.

  "Put her on please...I think I'll get more sense out of her." I handed Amy the cell.

   The two of them must have run up one hell of a bill, but as the conversation wore on, it was evident there was little or no animosity being engendered either way. At the point Amy started actually giggling, I was flummoxed.

   Eventually she put the phone down and turned to me.

  "She is way too intelligent for you Noel," she laughed. "I can't wait to meet her."

   For a twelve hundred mile trip, it went pretty damn quick. The first day, we drove from dusk till dawn pulling into Topeka KS, which at six seventy five miles from Springfield, was well over half-way. Booking a suite at the Ramada Inn on East Sixth, we both availed ourselves of a hot shower (separately guys....kindly keep your minds above the belt would you please!)

   Way too late for dinner, we simply had room service bring up an array of sandwiches and liquid refreshments. We ate in near silence for the greater part of it.

   Cleared away, we changed for bed and Amy sure as Hell wasn't going to make it easy for me.

  "So, are we going to share the King size Amy, or am I banished to the trundle?

   She sat there on the edge of the covers, a picture of rampant desire and youthful appeal. "Hell, this could go to the video ref" I was thinking.

   "Well I guess one more night isn't going to make any difference to Katie is it? she replied finally. "I doubt the possibility hasn't occurred to her and besides, you're a rat anyway, so what damage can just one more evening of betrayal cause?"

   I was beginning to like the way she thought.

   Even as I slid her panties down, kissing those sexy little hips on either side, she was giggling softly "What a total bastard...ohh yesss, right there please!"

**

   Needing obviously to give Katie's parents a wide berth (she still lives at home of course) we rang ahead and made a booking with what sounded like a convenient meet-up point on Colorado Boulevard. Somewhere that Katie could get herself to with reasonable ease of direction.

   What can I say? The Royal Palace Motel might certainly be termed 'convenient.' What it might not be adjudged, is 'upmarket!" With patrons milling around that must surely have had their ten minutes of fame on stage with Jerry Springer, the motel represented the premier stop-over point for all the local trailer-trash.

   Pulling-in to the Palace's near empty car-park we were just fifteen minutes up-front of our 4 p.m. appointment. Securing the swipe-card to Suite 31 which the girl at the front desk assured us was "to the rear of the building and quite cosy," we located the sole elevator which besides smelling of feral cats, required one to hold the door closed to maintain electrical contact.

   Amazingly the room itself was habitable - almost luxuriously appointed by comparison to the rest of the building. Couple of King Size beds, newly painted walls and serviceable carpet almost made up for the tatty curtains stapled permanently closed across the window. I suggested Amy make herself comfortable while I go down to the car-park to wait for Katie who was due any moment.

   Barely had time to cross the road to the gas station opposite and get a 6-pack of "Sprite" when she pulled in to the entrance and parked alongside the Sebring.

   I scored a brief kiss, although her expression was suggesting "You're totally dead-meat unless you can come up with some world-class defense strategy here."

  "Where's Amy?" she asked. I told her I'd left her upstairs and that we had only just gotten here ourselves. As I once again commandeered the elevator from Hell, Katie simply looked at me. "Classy place," she muttered, sniffing the air as the door closed for the fourth time.

  "You're looking really nice Katie," I told her, wanting to change the subject, besides which the skirt and top she had on were both stylish and tasteful.

  "I know," she said, putting me totally in my place.

   Introducing the girls to each other was not the definingly awkward moment I had envisaged. Rather it was me who seemed the superfluous entity. There being no useable chairs to speak of, the girls perched either side of one of the huge beds whilst I took up residence on the other...far enough away to almost need a loud-hailer.

  Was the conversation stilted? You would have thought so, but right from the word go, the two of them were as at ease with one another as might have been two sisters meeting up after a few years apart. Amy was keenly interested in Katie's chosen subjects at College while the differing Ohio lifestyle seemed to be a topic of untapped discussion, judging by Katie's incessant questions on the subject.

  After some twenty minutes of near social-exclusion I informed both girls I was going downstairs to organise some refreshments. Besides glancing across at me, my impending departure seemed to register little in the way of interest. 'Maybe this hadn't been such a great idea after all,' I was thinking.

   On my return they were still at it, so making myself comfortable between them, albeit nestled up against the headboard, I proffered the tray of sandwiches to either girl in turn, who showed not the least reluctance to relieve me of either a turkey and cranberry or a ham on rye creation. I didn't have to force-feed them the champagne either.

  Midway through her second sandwich, Amy just looked up and enquired,

 "So, when are you guys getting married?"

  Katie stared at me...."Yeah, good question Amy - I was wondering that myself."

  "Whoa!" I muttered, making a noise like a siren, "Pull over...Wedding Police!" No-one laughed.

  "Well hey, you want we should finish these sandwiches first Katie, or should I call down to Room Service and get the number for "dial a preacher?" I asked.

   Feeling less in control by the minute, I figured to try a new tack.

  "Okies well look, my plan always was for us to get the house first - which I still plan on doing before Christmas incidentally, then we gather unto ourselves our what? three friends? and we wing it to the local courthouse to do the ring thing?"

 "You make it sound so romantic," Katie giggled. I leaned across and gave her a kiss.

  I glanced backwards to see Amy watching intently.

"Its OK, you can kiss her too if you like?" Katie grinned at me.

  "I can?" I spluttered, fully bewildered now.

  "Sure," Katie smiled, "She's nice - I really like her!"

   I wasn't about to put it to the vote. Inching across the bed I leaned forward and kissed Amy lightly on the mouth.

   Not one hundred percent sure what it did for her, but at the point she put her arm around my neck, I wasn't feeling quite so platonic. The kiss deepened and the sensation was exquisite.

   "God that is so hot," Katie laughed. How I wanted to be hotter!

   Inching up beside me near the headboard, Katie took a hold of my hand and thus I broke off facial contact with Amy and sought her own moist and sweet tasting lips. The fact that I could now observe the curve of her diabolically sexy breasts as they nestled barely out of sight in that frilly little bra,. was no guarantee of my continued good behavior.

   As if to confirm my degenerating social inclinations, with my spare hand I began to fondle those exquisite mounds with respectful gentility.

  "Noel," she gasped, returning my hand to the coverlet, "Behave, we have company,"

  "Oh, don't mind me," Amy giggled..."I'm used to it!" then realising the implications of what she had said, put a hand to her mouth. "God, I'm so sorry Katie - I didn't mean anything by that!"

   Pulling free from my lips, Katie grinned, "Don't worry about it Amy, I know how he is... way less control than the average schoolboy....as I'm sure you've discovered." It was Amy's turn to blush.

  Once more my hand roamed the dunes and valleys, but this time I encountered no resistance. Katie allowed herself to be eased back on to the bed while I caressed her softly. I can't say that she was moaning, but her body language was not in any need of an interpreter let's say. I was conscious of Amy moving in closer herself and turned to look at her.

   I have mentioned before how girls invariably seek each other's hand in group sexual situations. I'm not sure whether it is some sort of spiritual support or just a 'sisterhood' thing. Whatever, Amy had gently grasped Katie's left hand and was looking at her with a mixture of compassion and sexual arousal.

  "Kiss her again," Katie half whimpered, an instruction that did not warrant repeating. This time I kissed her exactly as I had that day down at the Ohio river and with much the same result. She too was now encroaching on emotional melt-down, fully unable to repel my hand which now was gently squeezing both breasts beneath her top. Katie I knew was aware of this but equally happy it seemed to allow it.

   The softness beneath my fingers was shredding any semblance of diplomacy on my part and our kisses escalating in passionate interaction. Amy's soft moaning was now fully audible, but far from discouraging what might be seen as outright betrayal, Katie continued her urging for me to take things quite obviously to the next level.

  "Play with her tits" I heard her whisper.

   So shocked was I hearing this, I glanced back at her only to find Katie propped up on one arm with her right hand well up between her legs, performing deeds of valor that were unfortunately totally obscured by her skirt.

   I had Amy supine in moments and met with not the least resistance - either physical or verbal, as I undid the top few buttons of her top. So skimpy that lacy - almost crocheted little bra, I could see her erect nipples straining beneath the soft material. Not for long though, a front-loading clasp is the equivalent of a lottery win in such situations.

   The gasps I heard as Amy's breasts were revealed in totality, reflected both girls' delightful femininity and there really was but one option open to me. As I leaned forward, suckling her right breast, drawing down deeply on that perfectly formed dark brown nipple, I felt Amy's sudden intake of breath at exactly the same moment Katie whimpered, "God that is just soo hot....keep sucking her."

   Problem is, when your mouth is engaged in so pleasurable an activity, your hands start to feel left out of the equation and can hardly be blamed for wanting to redress the situation.

   Even as I commenced tugging Amy's skirt upwards, she began to shake her head from side to side in denial of my planned modus operendi. Despite the fact she was now rubbing herself hard through her own panties, Katie made with the slightest gasp and inclining her head whispered, "Please don't fuck her...but you can do anything else...."

   Amy showed no sign of having heard Katie's plea and despite indicating some initial reluctance, made no attempt to dissuade my hand from inching further north. As I reached her panties she could not prevent her legs from spreading marginally, to allow better access.

   I suppose any impartial observer would have considered my plight at that moment, something akin to winning Powerball. Sucking a young girl's breasts while fingering her senseless, as one's teenage girlfriend looks on, masturbating herself to Paradise.

   From my viewpoint, about all I could concentrate on was the texture and softness of those wonderful milky-smelling breasts and the sensation of my fingers as they slipped inside Amy's panties to begin caressing that moist chasm between her legs.

  "Oh God, I am soo coming," Katie announced suddenly to no-one in particular, as she quite obviously attained the finishing line with multiple soft cries of pleasured release. Such things are contagious, for not more than thirty seconds afterwards, Amy began to buck wildly - her hips fully in control of the situation - as she too registered a seismic quake of acceptably pleasing proportions.

   Now here was a situation I would have thought that might have been hard to follow-up with normal conversation. I mean, what could anyone say? "Thanks for letting me borrow your fiancee's fingers Katie?"...or maybe, "That was soo cool - watching you sucking that girl's tit's Noel!"

   As it happened, the last thing I was expecting came to pass. Both girls sat up and made themselves decent - doing up buttons, pulling hemlines down etc before heading off to the bathroom together to rinse their sticky little fingers (if not other areas) I suspect. I was left simply to contemplate my unfulfilled procreative status, with little more than a hand towel and the remnants of the champagne bottle.

   On their return, both girls looked at me like I was some charitable case sitting in the gutter and swigging cheap sherry out of a paper bag. That's pretty much what I felt like as it happened.

   Perching themselves on the covers alongside me, both of them giggled before Amy muttered to Katie, "He looks soo sad, what can we do to cheer him up?"

  "Why don't you kiss each other," I suggested, quaffing the remnants of my quite excellent champagne.

  "You mean like this?" said Katie, leaning across and kissing Amy's lips far from indelicately. The other girl had not been expecting this and was momentarily taken aback. Possibly on account of the alcohol coursing through her own system, maybe she was just in the mood - who knows? but whatever, Amy then slipped an arm around Katie's shoulder and returned her kiss with fire of her own.

   Be assured, this had my whole attention. Sure, I had seen my share of girl on girl affection at Harpers....what am I saying?..in my own house, but this was vastly more intimate and arousing - most likely because it was unplanned and just happened to be involving two young women that I had a keen personal interest in.

   It was Katie's turn now to be bereft of any conventional response and as if seeking guidance, she glanced at me for a second. I just smiled and muttered to them both, "Hey it's Ok with me guys, just do what comes naturally?"

   Well what can I say? Just so much seemed to come naturally to them.

   After some moments of what I would have to describe as intense kissing, both girls relaxed their embrace and breathing heavily looked into each others eyes. I think it was at this second, questions were asked and equally - answered! As before, Katie took the initiative and very tentatively laid her right hand on Amy's breast. This brought an audible gasp of surprise and I thought for a second, she would resist any further advance. Instead though she pushed a few locks of hair out of her eyes and began to lightly fondle Katie's undeniably sexy mounds.

   How the Hell was I supposed to handle this? Just a poor guy stranded on a bed of dreams with two girls making out? I was ultimately aware of course of physiological changes taking place in areas of my own personal concern, but far less sure of what I was gonna do about it?

   At this juncture, both girls I think were either unaware or unconcerned as to my presence. Both were on a voyage of exploration and discovery, borne out by Katie actually slipping a hand inside Amy's bra and quite obviously fondling her skin to skin. The slightest of moans were now audible as Amy wriggled about, inserting her own hand up beneath Katie's skirt. I had no option but to facilitate access to a part of my anatomy that in normal circumstances might be classified socially inappropriate.

   Having now her breasts (and presumably nipples) manipulated as well as experiencing her pussy rubbed silly through her panties, Katie's resistance was at an all time low now and her needs escalating in time with her respiratory distress. Unable to contribute anything useful in the way of conversation, she had slipped further down the covers and was happy to let Amy dictate the pace.

   Seeking to help matters along, I knelt alongside Katie and began unfastening the clasp on her skirt. She gave a little cry of almost fake shock but made no effort to prevent me unzipping her and then tugging the item completely off. This of course returned a rather more involving aspect of her wriggling about in those skimpy little pink panties while Amy's fingers performed their own vaginal mazurka for my viewing pleasure.

   Wanting simply to balance up proceedings though having still a hand inside my own zipper - a fact Katie, but not yet Amy, had noticed, to judge by her cheeky smile, I slipped my spare hand up between Amy's knees as she knelt there indulging her lust with my fiancee, and began to rub her panties the length of that delightfully sexy slit. Even had the inclination to kiss those hot little lips between my dexterous ministrations.

  "Pull her panties down," Katie giggled between gasps of pleasure. Seemed like a sensible notion to me, even though I was forced to defer my own pleasured caresses in order to comply with her wishes. For her part, Amy was something less than reluctant and getting up on all fours now, straddling Katie completely, wiggled her backside in my direction. A foolish move in any circumstances.

   For just a few moments I allowed myself the luxury of simply taking in this super-heated image of girlish indulgence. Katie with her hand up between Amy's legs frigging her silly, while she in turn was having her own pussy played with, the girls intermittently kissing as before.

   Kneeling behind Amy, Katie had to desist momentarily fingering her newly come-by friend, whilst I tugged those sexy black knickers down and off. The view was improved 100% at the point I removed her skirt also. She always did have a rear end to die for.

   It would of course have been the work of but two seconds to penetrate Amy from that angle and indeed my every instinct was thus primed, but Katie looked up at me as I positioned myself, and once again just shook her head, that expression pleading silently for my honorable retreat. Instead then, I knelt to the side of the tableau and began squeezing and rubbing Amy's breasts, which brought forth moans of pleasure...from both girls. After all, Amy had Katie's nipples completely free of her bra now and was manipulating them with something less than finesse. It was patently obvious both these two, liked girls!

   As the two of them found yet more ways to pleasure each other, I was left to play catch-up with my own swollen and cruelly ignored member. Gazing at Amy's naked bottom was as good a way as any to get myself over the line - especially seeing several of Katie's fingers now, buried up to the knuckle inside her pussy.

   Katie, ever aware of what I was doing, did her best to help by fingering Amy harder by the second. "Cum over her butt," she yelped breathlessly. The right words at the right time! Looking in the wash-up, not unlike Zorro's calling card, I spurted a goodly amount of sticky white gel all across those sexy cheeks. I heard Amy gasp and saw Katie grin.

   The girls brought each other off seconds later and there was peace in the valley for the next five minutes.

  "How come Katie still has her panties on?" Amy giggled eventually. She had a point, and thus midst cries of "Noooo, c'mon guys, this is so naughty," I held her arms whilst Amy tugged them off. I have to admit that sexy little triangle of brown hair was an immediate magnet for everyone's viewing enjoyment.

   You surely cannot blame me for wanting to capitalise on this searing hot opportunity of having two, pretty-much naked young girls on hand? Grabbing next Amy's arms, I pulled her back on to the covers while she struggled, mainly for effect I have to say. "Lick her Katie," I pleaded - something that I know she was not mentally averse too, as we had discussed her girl-girl preferences long ago.

   Discussing it and actually seeing it are way different experiences however. For her part, Amy was gasping with embarrassment and surprise - but I didn't see any attempt by her to close up those legs. Katie simply knelt between her knees and giving her next to no time to adjust, kissed her hard on the pussy before licking her gently that first time.

   The noise that escaped Amy's lips at that moment was, if not a hiss of pleasure. a sigh of resigned submission. The fact is most girls like being licked by other girls even if they cannot bring themselves to admit it. Amy quite clearly did not have that reluctance, as she pulled Katie further to her and spread her legs like the slut she wanted to be right then.

   From my perspective, it was all good news - virtually a reversal of the sexy girl on girl aspect I had witnessed not ten minutes earlier. Only difference was this was not a pussy I could or should ignore that wavered before me, as her owner accentuated its presence - some might think deliberately - by wiggling her bottom in my direction. They don't make come-ons any clearer.

   No sooner had I made a move in her rearward direction than Amy, bucking almost from Katie's indecent assaults, muttered audibly, "Fuck her Noel, fuck her little pussy real hard."

   I always aim to please.

   Even as I aligned myself for entry, Katie had her own hand up between her legs in readiness to guide me in. I felt her gasp as I pushed into her with little gentility but maximum intent. I was just able to make out Amy taking a hold of Katie's breasts that she then began rubbing and fondling and which brought gasps of pleasured reaction from their owner. Grasping those well delineated hips I began to thrust in deeper until Katie was moaning loud enough to disturb anyone in the next three rooms. There is no way this was ever going to be a prolonged stay, and indeed the reality of Katie's predicament - my fucking her and Amy molesting her stupid, could only ever combine to relieve me of my procreative stocks - such that remained at least, in near-record time.

   Withdrawing, I sank to my knees just as Katie, clutching at her well-patronised tourist venue, rolled over on to her back alongside Amy, who either forgetting entirely the aspect she was presenting to the world, or whose sexual needs were such that she figured "open is best," simply smiled up at me like the proverbial Cheshire cat!

   "What in Hell are we achieving here?" I wondered. I started the day with two girls, two problems and really only one choice. Now I had two girls, two problems and pretty much no choice!

(c) Peter_Pan 2006

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