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Subject: {ASSM} {The Paganist} Minding the Girls 6/16 (mf, mg)
Date: Fri,  9 Nov 2001 23:10:06 -0500
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{The Paganist} Minding the Girls 6/16 (mf, mg)
 
 
     This story is fiction.  Agatha Christie didn't commit a
chain of grisly murders and I don't do these things.  If you
can't tell the difference between fantasy and the real world
then you shouldn't read this.
 
     If you aren't old enough, bold enough or strong enough
to be in this group, then DON'T READ THIS!  Go away.  Visit
another group.  Leave us alone.  If you do read this and
find yourself getting uncomfortable, that's your problem.
 
     I would appreciate any feedback on this story, even flaming
(at least you've taken the trouble to download the story
and read it).
 
          The Paganist  (the.paganist@ukonline.co.uk)
 
 
                      Minding the Girls
 
                       by The Paganist
 
 
                         Chapter 6
 
                        One by One
 
     When I awoke the following morning, I felt great!  I had slept 
all night with these two lovely young ladies, without incident.  Not 
even a dream!
 
     At this point Mr. Brain did a quick review of recent past links 
with this feeling, and was told to get knotted.  I now knew that I 
was in control.
 
     It gradually dawned on me that there were only two of us in the 
bed.  I turned over and gently put my arm round Elaine.  I felt her 
perfect small breasts with a nipple that hardened immediately at my 
touch.  Mr Problem changed his name to Mr Bestfriend in a very fast 
deed poll!
 
     If only I could get Collette to slow down!  She seemed to 
regard it all as a race.  Get on before Elaine; bring me off (and 
herself of course) as soon as possible.  The objective of this it 
seemed was that the sooner Elaine was on the sooner she'd be off - 
then it would be 'her turn' again.
 
     As I lay there with these thoughts flitting through my mind a 
snuggle back reminded me that it wasn't very honourable to make love 
to one girl whilst thinking of another.  
 
     This was going to be MY fantasy!
 
     She was purring very softly.  Still asleep I wondered how far I 
could arouse her without waking her up.  I started gently stroking 
her over the entire reachable length of her body.  Through the satin 
nightdress I could feel every little indentation of her body.  The 
silky, smooth nightie made it feel far sexier than if she'd been 
naked.  She was now mewing softly almost like a little kitten.  As 
my hand passed once again over her erect nipple she responded with a 
tiny jump and a little giggle.  She was awake.  Damn!  
 
     Still with my eyes closed and luxuriating in my fantasy I drew 
her even closer causing her to respond by squirming back against me.  
 
     You know those news clips where some building or chimney has to 
be demolished because it has become unsafe.  The charges go off and 
the whole thing seems to collapse in slow motion, taking sometimes 
minutes to end up as a pile of rubble.  Well just stand this young 
nymph there by the rubble and I'll swear she'd have it standing 
taller and stronger than ever in seconds!  She could cause mass 
unemployment in the construction industry!  Include her sister and 
they'd make it worldwide!
 
     Mr. Bestfriend was ready for some serious action!  As I nestled 
my face against the back of her neck I could smell her hair.  Her 
breathing was ragged and fast.  I may have been still practically a 
virgin but I didn't need a doctor's report to tell me that she was 
REALLY excited.  I reached over with my free hand and moving her 
hair kissed the back of her neck.  The squirming became so urgent 
that I thought she was going to climax right there and then.  Trying 
to keep her on the brink I eased off.
 
     After a couple of seconds her breathing settled and she settled 
into the game.  With another tiny giggle, that said she was really 
enjoying this, she turned over and gently pushed me onto my back.
 
     To my surprise she started to kiss my chest.  Then working 
steadily up she suddenly detoured towards my nipple.  All this time 
she was working her body over mine with a very gentle writhing 
motion.  Mr Bestfriend was standing at full attention ready for 
action.
 
     After sucking my nipple for a while (if you think that this 
isn't erotic - you've never tried it) she changed direction again 
and started working down.  Mr. Bestfriend was going nuts.  
 
     Reaching my navel she stopped and gently writhed up to kiss me 
full on the lips before leaving a trail of little kisses along my 
jaw till she reached my ear.  I could feel her breath in my ear as 
she alternately nipped and sucked on my earlobe.  With another trail 
of kisses and nips she made her way across to my other ear where she 
repeated the kissing, sucking and nipping.  With her hot breath in 
my ear I'd joined Mr. Bestfriend ages ago and we were both going 
nuts!  A voice in my ear very close said "Morning lover."
 
     It was Collette's voice.
 
     Remember those old black and white films?  Usually set in 
London about, or soon after, the end of the war?  A man is in 
soldiers uniform, in a trench or basement or whatever, he's wearing 
old fashioned headphones and a chest microphone and he's sweating as 
he tries to defuse the bomb.  It starts ticking.  Each tick takes 
longer than the last until it seems that each tick is about a minute 
- if this was a Hitchcock film it'd probably accompanied by a few 
discordant violins that sound like a tom being neutered without the 
benefit of anaesthetic.  The screen goes blank...  Now like me you've 
probably always thought that nobody could possibly know just how the 
man feels in those last few seconds.  Well your wrong...  I know...  
Never mind the man I even know how the bloody tom feels!
 
     Mr. Bestfriend was frantically packing for the holiday he 
suddenly remembered he urgently needed.  I lay waiting for this 
carnivorous female to ease my passing from this world.  In the 
stretched out time span that followed images of children playing 
football with a live grenade or chasing a pack of hungry lions with 
a short stick flashed through my mind together with an overall 
thought of "Well there are worse ways to go..."
 
     I lay there waiting to be dispatched.
 
     Nothing happened.
 
     I waited.
 
     Still nothing happened.
 
     I opened my eyes.
 
     She was still there but was now looking down to where Mr. 
Bestfriend had once been.
 
     "Oh are you still feeling under the weather uncle Mike?"
 
     "Err.. Yea.. A little" I temporised.
 
     If you've played about with electrics from time to time you've 
probably had that experience when you've got both your hands deep 
inside surrounded by wires and connections and you notice the power 
light is still on.  All you've got to do is get your hands out 
without getting a shock.  You never do.
 
     "What you need is a nice relaxing bath.  Shall I run it?"
 
     After I'd kissed her (I couldn't help it after that) I said, 
"Yes please."
 
     She slipped out of the bed and tornadoed out in the direction 
of the bathroom.
 
     While the water was running I reflected on just how badly I'd 
misjudged Collette.  She certainly had started to develop a figure - 
I'd noticed that on day one when I was trying hard not to notice it.  
And as for this morning...  She'd shown a sensual, loving, caring side 
of herself that I hadn't even suspected.  I was comfortable again!
 
     The sound of the water being turned off and a swishing of water 
brought me out of my reverie.
 
     At the appearance of Collette breezing into the room Mr. 
Bestfriend decided to cut short his holiday.  She really was a 
beautiful young lady standing there still in her white satin 
nightie.  It gave her a virginal appearance that belied her true 
nature.  
 
     The brief flicker of a smile on her face told me that the new 
state of refreshment in Mr Bestfriend had not gone unnoticed.
 
     She insisted on helping me to the bathroom 'just in case' where 
she helped me into the bath.  The water was just right.  
 
     Settling me down she asked if there was anything she could get 
me.
 
     At my "No thanks" she slipped the straps of her nightie from 
her shoulders and stepped in with me.  I hadn't been prepared for 
this and if it hadn't been for some residual feelings of frustration 
from earlier I think Mr. Bestfriend would have been off on holiday 
again!
 
     She sat across my hips (pinned me down) and leaning forward 
putting her hands on my shoulders.  Just as I was about to resurrect 
the 'I don't feel well' line she started massaging.  
 
     "Here does this help?"  She asked.  The rocking motion caused 
by the massaging of my shoulders was causing a massage lower down.  
Before I could interpret which end she was trying to 'help' she cut 
off any chance of reply with a full and sensuous kiss.
 
     All of this of course had Mr. Bestfriend at full (and I do mean 
full) attention.
 
     As the rocking motion increased she soon had Mr. Bestfriend 
under arrest and exactly where she wanted him.  Hell it was where we 
all wanted him!
 
     Now you'll remember that this morning I'd tried to keep her on 
the brink.  Well this kid was a fast learner.  Half an hour later I 
was still on the brink!  She had gone through several orgasms (I 
lost count after four) but she had timed each one perfectly so that 
each one left me a hairs breadth short before letting me down again.   
She'd probably have kept me there too, but the rustling sound 
alongside finally penetrated my excuse for a brain and I turned to 
see Elaine standing there.
 
     For a split second I felt like someone who's been caught in mid 
sexual encounter with his wife when his girlfriend walks in!  
 
     Now several things happened in very fast succession.
 
     Elaine's face still had the glow from yesterday together with a 
wonderful 'Mona Lisa' smile (I needn't feel that I'd been cheating).  
She was now wearing a 'baby doll' nightie; one of those that you 
almost couldn't see through.  It almost covered the tops of her 
legs.  The effect was reinforced by her short, slim stature, long 
legs and her developing figure.  In short she looked like a 
paedophiles wet dream.
 
     Her breathing was short and fast.  I realised that we were her 
own private porno show (and she obviously found it a very exciting 
one).
 
     All this coupled with Collette's latest climax, which was even 
more noisy than usual.  The sensation (and I do mean sensation) of 
her vaginal muscles spasming and that warm flow that followed.  Mr 
Bestfriend complete with all helpers was suddenly depositing that 
load that he'd been trying to deposit for the last thirty minutes, 
just as Collette was starting to come down from her climax.  The 
sensation of Mr. Bestfriend going off in such a violent manner 
caused Collette to climax again immediately.  This in turn made Mr. 
Bestfriend without even a pause return the compliment.  Collette was 
flailing wildly before she passed out.  The lights started to dim.  
Somewhere beside me there was a muffled thump as even Elaine hit the 
floor!  
 
     When we'd all returned to consciousness we returned to the bed 
for a well-needed rest.  We didn't even consider trying to dry off 
first and there wasn't even a single word spoken.  We just helped 
each other up and flopped down on the bed - totally exhausted and 
relaxed.
 
 
 
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