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Subject: {ASSM} {The Paganist} Juliet 5/16 (Mf)
Date: Tue, 20 Nov 2001 21:10:09 -0500
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{The Paganist} Juliet 5/16 (Mf)
 
 
     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)
 
 
 
 
                     Juliet
 
                by The Paganist
 
 
                   Chapter 5
 
                  Daddy's Girl
 
I awoke alone in bed.  The smells of breakfast cooking had me up in 
no time.  Juliet had been shopping for bacon and eggs and had found 
the rest of the stuff in my kitchen.  She was once again dressed in 
the Dorothy dress with her hair again in plats.  
 
As we breakfasted we discussed the plans for the day and decided that 
we should get underway as soon as possible.  
 
I asked whether she'd returned the video and she said that she'd 
bought it for her to 'keep as a memento of her best holiday ever.'  
She'd washed the breakfast things by hand and they were all dried and 
away in no time.  I had retrieved the bits and pieces from the 
washing machine and opened the door to the dishwasher so that it 
would all dry out and we were ready.
 
The few things loaded, last minute checks, yes she did have her 
pills, and we were off.  I noticed this time that she was wearing 
plain white panties and couldn't help wondering how many people had 
noticed that she wasn't wearing any before.  The view was very clear 
as she climbed into the van.  I also wondered how many extra 
accidents had been caused by driver's minds wandering as a result of 
a brief flash of that gorgeous sight.
 
We travelled back the same route as before.  Juliet had organised the 
food and coffee. 
 
At the first stop we had a mid-morning coffee and a pleasant cuddle 
in the back (I wanted to go further but she was having none of it).  
The view in the morning light was fabulous.  The countryside wasn't 
bad either.  We made use of the nearby toilets and were soon off 
again.
 
Reaching the lake we'd stopped at the previous day we did the same 
trick with the pies (I showed her where the hottest place on the 
engine was) and went for a walk.  Halfway round the lake we stopped 
sat on the grass for a while.  Juliet was lying there saying very 
little but just kept looking at me.  She looked exquisite.  After a 
little non-talk I put my arm around her and asked what was wrong.  
"Nothings wrong."  She laughed and kissed me.  The kiss became deeper 
and soon we were in a full-blown clinch.  Pushing me on my back her 
hands were soon on the front of my jeans clearing the way.  As soon 
as she had them partway down with my briefs she was on top of me (she 
must've already removed those panties at the toilets).  The track was 
secluded but it was a track and that meant people used it.  Five 
minutes into our play a man with two children walked past.  He was 
deep in concentration on something in the lake while talking to the 
boy and pointing into the lake.  I heard the girl saying, "what're 
they doing?"  Pointing to us.  Her father was trying very hard not to 
hear her as they continued into the distance.  The whole event had 
turned Juliet on like some wild animal and she was riding me as if I 
was a bucking bronco, which I soon was.
 
We returned to the van and grabbed the pies leaving quickly.  There 
was a certain conversation around here that I didn't want to have.
 
In the van Juliet slipped on her panties and started feeding me with 
hot pie.  There really is something sexy about feeling a girl's 
fingers, in your mouth, as she feeds you.  I knew I'd have to return 
the favour sometime.
 
We returned to the campsite at about three in the afternoon.  This 
was a difficult time, too late for the beach, but too early for bed 
(I hadn't rested enough yet).  We needed a few things from the camp 
shop so we went to get them.
 
Clive was there.  He was the owner of the site and over the last few 
years we'd exchanged pleasantries.  
 
"Nice to see you back this year John.  How've you been keeping?"  He 
asked.
 
"Oh great.  It'll be even better now the rain's cleared up.  We could 
do with a nice day at the beach"
 
"So this is your daughter is it?" He asked indicating Juliet who was 
still in Dorothy costume.
 
I was about to correct this when Juliet said "Daddy" She was tapping 
me right on the top of the bulge in my jeans.  This light tapping had 
the effect of a cricket bat being wrapped around my head.  When she 
was aware of having our full attention she said, "Daddy can I have an 
ice cream please?" this was all delivered in a little girl voice that 
sounded less than half convincing but the tapping had subsided to an 
'innocent' running her fingers up and down that brought a brilliant 
red colour to Clive's face.  I thought he was going to have a fit.  
Needless to say she got her ice cream, which he gave her for being a 
nice well-mannered little girl.
 
Returning to the tent Juliet offered to fix a meal while I rested.  
 
The rest of the day passed according to plan; her plan that is.  
 
Food, drink (non alcoholic I noticed), a little rest, and a lot of 
that wonderful loving until we both collapsed again, from exhaustion, 
into a dreamless sleep.
 
The following morning we awoke at about ten and with ablutions and 
breakfast out of the way decided on a day at the beach.
 
Swimming costumes on (Juliet's was a tiny bikini which would have 
been indecent on a girl half her size), we made our way to the beach.  
The water was warm and we both enjoyed a swim before settling down to 
some serious sunbathing.  Juliet had some suntan oil which we both 
used, oiling each other liberally (during which I was sure I felt her 
shudder in orgasm as I oiled the tops of her legs).  As I sat 
spreading oil on her I noticed several envious glances from other men 
on the beach.  Juliet must have noticed the looks too because she 
suddenly said, "could you put a little more on there please daddy?" 
just as I was at the inside of top of her legs.
 
Several surrounding men had picked up their towels and walked away 
holding their towels in front of them after this.
 
When people started returning Juliet suddenly decided that it was 
time to oil me up.  I soon had a large bump in the front of my 
swimming trunks and people were once more evacuating the area holding 
towels in front of them.
 
When she'd finished the tease I think word must have got around 
because we had a wide clear circle around us on the beach.  
 
I turned on my side and felt her snuggle up to me as I fell asleep.
 
Waking to the feel of the burning heat of the sun I felt Juliet move 
at the same time.  We were both too hot so we went in for a swim.  
The water was still warm and we swam until the depth of the water was 
to my lower chest.  Juliet suddenly asked, "Can you hold this for a 
bit" and presented me with the bottom half of the bikini.  I felt her 
hands pulling down my trunks and she was clinging to my neck as she 
started making love in the sea.  The water made me last longer than I 
thought possible and she had three orgasms before I had mine.  Each 
time I felt those muscular ripples and the heat of her fluids so 
great, compared to the sea, that I thought it was going to burn.
 
Our aquatic dance hadn't attracted any attention and when it was over 
we adjusted our costumes and returned to the beach and our little 
cleared circle.  Retrieving our towels we made our way back to the 
tent for a late lunch.
 
We had a cold salad, which Juliet fixed and we sat in the tent to 
eat.  The day had turned so warm that it was too hot for sitting in 
the sun and even hotter in the tent.  There was hardly any movement 
in the air.  Juliet and I lay in the tent to avoid sunburn and wetted 
each other down with a cloth to keep each other cool.  
 
"It's a pity we can't have a shower." She said.  
 
This gave me an idea.
 
We looked around the local shops for one of those places that sell 
kids inflatable things.  I was looking for a canoe or small paddling 
pool or anything vaguely bath shaped.  Eventually I found a paddling 
pool that was not too big and after the purchase was made we left for 
a nearby garden centre where I bought a garden hose and some canes 
(the latter made Juliet a little wary especially since I wouldn't 
tell her what I had in mind).  Our final port of call was a camping 
supplies shop where I bought a 12volt beach shower that runs off a 
car battery.
 
Back at the tent the sleeping area was cleared to make room for the 
paddling pool.  I arranged the hose on a nearby water tap and we 
filled the pool to about six inches of water.  
 
When I got back to the tent Juliet was already wallowing in the pool, 
naked.  The shower was quickly connected to the secondary vehicle 
battery (I had arranged a second vehicle battery some years ago with 
some other electrical gimmicks) and the showerhead was tied in place 
at the top of the tent using some of the canes.  
 
When I turned the shower on she shrieked at the cold-water shower she 
was getting so I turned it off.
 
Juliet was ecstatic and we were both soon in the water playing a fun 
game of 'you wash me while I wash you'.  
 
Occasionally I got out to warm the water a little by rotating 
containers of water on the stoves.  This took the edge off the cold 
water and it was beginning to get a little warm when the stoves 
needed filling.
 
Regaining my trunks I went to the van for the fuel and filled both 
stoves and the small fuel bottles that I kept inside the tent.  
Juliet was soon alongside me asking if there was anything she could 
do to help.  She was back in the bikini (well most of her was; well 
some of her was).  I thought of the game that I was missing and soon 
had the stoves back in operation.  
 
Juliet had found my razor and shaving cream and wanted to shave my 
whiskers off (which she said were 'a bit scratchy'.  Before I could 
object she was playfully lathering my face and approaching with the 
razor in hand.  She carefully shaved me and was delighted with the 
result (and I wasn't going to argue) when she said, "okay your turn."  
Laying on her back in the water and slipping off the bikini bottom 
she spread her legs.  She was giggling furiously as I lathered her 
up.
 
"Can I come in." came Clive's voice from outside.
 
Before I could say anything Juliet called (in best little girl 
voice), "Yes it's okay." Then as Clive stuck his head through and 
caught sight of me with my head between her legs she said brightly, 
"Daddy's teaching me to shave."
 
Clive collapsed on the floor.
 
 
 
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