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Subject: {ASSM} {The Paganist} Minding the Girls 7/16 (mf, mg)
Date: Fri,  9 Nov 2001 23:10:10 -0500
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{The Paganist} Minding the Girls 7/16 (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 7
 
                       Determination
 
     I was the filling in a delicious sandwich of two sexy young 
ladies.  My main worry was how to make it last as long as possible.
 
     Susie would probably be home soon.  At best we'd only got a few 
days left! - I must remember to ring the hospital.
 
     I tried all sorts of permutations of stories to spin to try and 
get Susie to agree to let the girls stay here but none of them 
sounded even remotely plausible to me.  I even toyed with the idea of 
inviting Susie to join us but the snag was that looking at the girl's 
sex drive at ten and twelve, 27 year old Susie would probably kill me 
before we even reached the bed.  In any case these two were almost 
(ha who am I kidding) more than I could handle.
 
     After my earlier session, with Collette, I must make sure that 
Elaine doesn't feel left out and I don't feel up to that at the 
moment.  A thought flitted across my mind and said "Be fun to try 
though."  Had I really thought that?
 
     Each girl had her head on my shoulder and their face close to 
mine as I gently hugged them into me.  I could feel each one's breath 
blowing very lightly in my ear.  
 
     Since I didn't feel recovered enough to do justice to my tasks 
in that department I forced my thoughts back into reverie.
 
     Now I don't know whether you ever play that mental game of 
patience where you flip up clips of recent events randomly and see if 
any patterns arise that make sense.  Well suddenly I came up with:-
            Elaine concentrating on the news and WEATHER
            Elaine telling Collette "it's O.K. we won't NEED them 
                 (the nightdresses) tonight"
            Elaine and Collette plotting something in their room.
            Elaine saying "There was thunder last night.  We asked if 
                 we could come in with you and you said it was okay - 
                 don't you remember?"  
 
     Now seeing a pattern you look for similar patterns.  And there 
were lots of them!  And come to think of it why was Collette sleeping 
on Elaine's side of the bed earlier?  And why had Elaine changed into 
that baby doll nightie?  
 
     I was furious!  I'd been set up by a little girl!  She'd been 
totally in control right from the start!
 
     Mr. Brain rang a very loud alarm bell "careful or you'll regret 
this for the rest of your very long (too long) and dreary (very 
dreary) life!"
 
     This immediately quelled my temper!  But I still had to find out 
the answers to these questions.  And come to think of it this whole 
relationship was a bit short in the conversation department.
 
     Returning to real life I realised that whatever the facts, they 
were still two incredibly sexy young ladies.
 
     Their breath on my ears reminded me of the kissing and nipping 
that Collette had done earlier.  Any second I expected them to start.  
 
     I noticed that they were breathing in perfect synchronism.  I 
found this fascinating and a bit scary till I realised that I was 
breathing in sync. with them too.
 
     They stirred.  This was weird each was mirroring the motions of 
the other in perfect sync. As their breath became faster it was 
matched in sync.  The writhing motions would have had me going nuts 
if it hadn't been so scary.
 
     As they reached some level of wakefulness the sync. broke and 
each was doing their own thing again.
 
     After they rolled away from me I could move without disturbing 
them.  I needed to use the bathroom.
 
     Reaching the bathroom I spotted Collette's nightie on the floor 
in that almost-perfect ring that she'd stepped out of just a short 
while ago and had to make a dash for the toilet before I had another 
'problem'.
 
     As I turned to leave I saw Elaine standing in the doorway.  
She'd been watching me.  The glow was still there.  The smile was 
still there.  Mr. Bestfriend was just acknowledging his early-wake-up 
call.
 
     NO DAMIT this time I was staying in control.  I'd made a 
decision and I was sticking by it.
 
     When I was close enough to her (very) she raised her arms around 
my neck and turned her face up towards mine.
 
     Now if you don't know what happens to the hem of a baby doll 
nightie in this pose then you're either far too young to be reading 
this or far too old for your heart to take it.
 
     Have you ever seen those nature films about birds (crows I 
think) where the chicks have a yellow rim to the beak and when the 
adult sees it some instinct or other drives it to feed the chick.  
The adult has no say in the matter, just the chick.
 
     You're ahead of me again aren't you?
 
     Before I knew what was happening I had my arms around her and 
was kissing her deeply.
 
     Well from here on it was simple maths.  Radius of shoulders on 
one very sexy young lady (10 cm) add Correction for long very sexy 
legs (8 cm) add Extra height for standing on tiptoe (6 cm) (perfect 
small feet) add Slight gain from pull around 'uncle Mikes' neck (2 
cm) equals total gain (26 cm).  Yes Mr. Bestfriend was once again at 
the gates of heaven and starting to enter paradise.
 
     At this point I had to adjudicate at a meeting between Mr. Brain 
(remember to stay in control, keep to the decision, she's set you up) 
and Mr Bestfriend (must make sure that she doesn't feel left out, 
Maybe this time you can last long enough to give her what she 
deserves)
 
     No prizes for guessing who won.
 
     As she felt my reaction she broke the kiss and giggled leading 
me away to the bedroom.  I thought of Collette in there and held 
back.  I wanted to be alone with her and at that time didn't need an 
audience (or more likely a queue).  She pulled harder and I resolved 
that if this was what she really wanted I'd do my best.  I allowed 
myself to be pulled into the room.  It was empty.
 
     She threw herself backwards onto the bed, spreading her legs in 
an obvious invitation (or was it command).  I wasn't letting her off 
that easy.  I'd already played this scene before with Collette and 
had a better perspective on 'keeping her on the brink' (especially 
having had it done to me - I now had a clearer view of the signs).
 
     Sliding onto the bed I grabbed the sheet and flipped it over us.  
Her excited giggle said she was looking forward to this.  I eased her 
onto her side facing away from me the giggle stopped immediately.  I 
snuggled up behind her.  When I moved her hair and buried my face in 
the nape of her neck I heard a quiet little shriek of pleasure and 
there was a squirming that almost had me going off (she was 
incredible). 
 
      Easing back I moved my lips to her earlobe where I started 
kissing, nipping and sucking, all the time making sure that the 
breath from my nose was going straight into her ear.  Her climax rose 
so fast that by the time I saw it coming it was too late.  Damn!
 
     A minute or so later she had stopped shuddering and her 
breathing was starting to settle a little.
 
     "That was incredible."  "Sorry..."
 
     "What for?"
 
     "...I was too quick."  She was blushing.
 
     "So?"
 
     "You haven't..."  Her breathing was now almost normal."
 
     "WE haven't." drawing her to me squirming, giggling, and 
shrieking softly.
 
     I silenced her with a long, deep kiss.  Her ears were obviously 
too sensitive for what I had in mind.
 
     I changed tactic.
 
     I started kissing and nipping my way down to her chin then 
underneath and down her throat, over her adam's apple (which tasted 
very sweet) and slowly down towards her chest.  I had my hand slowly 
moving up under that baby doll so that I could raise it enough and 
continue down her cleavage.  Her back was arching.  I knew that I was 
on the right path.  Going right down the cleavage she started to calm 
a little only to get even more excited as I shifted under her breast 
and move up towards the nipple.  I changed again and shifted course 
so that I made several circles around the nipple.  I could feel her 
moving to try and push it towards my mouth.  When I finally arrived 
at my first stop the nipple seemed rock hard.
 
     Now a man's nipple is sensitive but a woman's is a lot more 
sensitive.  I've heard that the tongue is the most sensitive organ in 
the body.  When I finally sucked that nipple into my mouth and ran my 
tongue over it I was sure that I could feel it twitch and throb.  I 
was so distracted by this sensation that I nearly lost control again.  
 
     I worked my way down to her navel, which I paid particular 
attention to, kissing, lightly sucking, tonguing...  All this time she 
was writhing so much that I almost had to pin her down.  Stop two.
 
     She had her hands wrapped in the sheet clasping them 
rhythmically as control slipped away.  A faint ripping sound told me 
just how high she must have been.  I still wasn't finished with her.  
I'd been waiting years for this and I wasn't going to give up easily.
 
     Moving diagonally across to the outside of her leg I continued 
going down towards her knees.  Her breathing relaxed a little until I 
surprised her with a little circle under her kneecap.  Just as a 
rapid increase in her breathing told me that she expected me to 
continue on up the inside, I reverted to going down the outside.
 
     Cruel aren't I?
 
     Before leaving her knees I'd slipped a hand under her calf so 
that I could raise it while working on her leg and foot.  This 
provoked a momentary increase in the breathing and writhing showing 
that she'd misinterpreted my intentions.
 
      Good.
 
     Reaching the ankle I changed from nips to little puppy bites on 
the very thin area around the back.  To do this I'd raised the foot 
well clear of the bed.
 
     She must have expected me to start coming up again because there 
was a little whine of frustration as I shifted to cover the length of 
the sole of her foot to the little toe.  Stop three.
 
     One by one I tended to each of her toes in strict order till I'd 
finished her big toe.  Stop four.
 
     Now I may have been practically a virgin but I had read books, 
so I knew that this was likely to be the tricky bit.  As soon as I 
left the big toe the signs all told me that we now both knew where I 
was going.  The trick was going to be to get there without her 
getting off too soon.  Every time I started moving she'd start coming 
up towards that high and I'd have to slow down or detour (but never 
back off that's against the rules).  
 
     Around 15 minutes later she had her legs spread wide and I was 
there.  Terminus, this is where we all get off.
 
     I'm not a religious person but I was quite happy to bow down and 
say a prayer at the gates of heaven.
 
     The next bit I was determined to do but I really wasn't looking 
forward to it.  I just knew that I had to try and return as much of 
the pleasure, that she had given me, as I could.  I'd seen it done on 
video and talked about it in the playground at school where the 
general consensus of the 'studs' was that it tasted like a cross 
between stale urine and rotten fish (Ha 'studs').  
 
     I tentatively licked with my tongue.  There was a bitter, sweet, 
fragrant taste.  I realised that this must have been perfume or 
cologne or something.  The implications of this revelation of female 
day-to-day expectation hit me like a bolt of lightning.  And she was 
only twelve.  Mr. Brain rang that bell again drawing attention to a 
message from Mr. Nose that said 'deodorant' and I settled down 
suitably abashed.
 
     I stuck my tongue a little further still tentative (why 
deodorant? - what odour is there that needs covering?).  
 
     ...I knew that this was my first taste of heaven, slightly salty 
and very sweet.  I was hungry for more.
 
     All children need parents, or pseudo parents.  Everyone knows 
this.  Everybody believes that It's because children need someone to 
say "don't grab the candle flame" and things like that.  They're all 
wrong.  They really need someone to say "don't keep kicking the lion" 
and things like that.  They get this so wrong, that in that situation 
they'd probably say "no dear, the lion doesn't want to play today" 
leaving the poor kid thinking "I'll try again tomorrow."
 
     If only someone had said that when you have a delectable young 
woman, in this position, on a hair trigger, watch your tongue.  They 
told me all the other times to watch my tongue and they weren't at 
all dangerous.
 
     My tongue touched this tiny bump.  As I felt her wrap her legs 
around my head and clamp in there with a vice like grip I knew that 
she was going to rip my head off.  She was screaming at the top of 
her voice.  I was trying to do the same but when your mouth's that 
full it's not possible.  
 
     As the lights dimmed I felt Elaine slump into unconsciousness.  
I heard a 'slump' sound by the door.  There goes Collette.
 
     I remember my last thought was "what the hells wrong with these 
two - do they have to do everything together."
 
 
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