Message-ID: <33363asstr$1005361812@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "The Paganist" X-Original-Message-ID: X-Priority: 3 (Normal) X-MSMail-Priority: Normal Importance: Normal X-MIMEOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.50.4133.2400 X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Sat, 10 Nov 2001 01:03:43 -0000 Subject: {ASSM} {The Paganist} Minding the Girls 5/16 (mf, mg) Date: Fri, 9 Nov 2001 22:10:12 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, hecate {The Paganist} Minding the Girls 5/16 (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 5 The Power of Voodoo I awoke with the certain knowledge that I knew exactly what a used dishcloth feels like! When I managed to part my eyelids (after about five minutes) I was surprised to find that everything was tidy! I was lying in bed naked but covered with a sheet. Had this all been a dream? I ached all over. Had I been ill with some kind of fever? As I started to get up from the bed my knees gave way and I fell on the floor like a sack of potatoes. It had been a dream! I felt a great disappointment. I was still a virgin after all. Still, that dream was a real dilly. I wouldn't forget that in a hurry. What am I saying most of it was just a vague blur. But something at the back of my mind was saying "What a blur." I managed to find my feet (I think they were mine anyway - they wouldn't do what they were told though). I managed to walk (stagger) slowly to the door when the tornado arrived bellowing "'laine - he's awake." Elaine tripped into view and one look at her face confirmed that it hadn't been a dream. The glow was still there. Now I'm a normal, healthy (oversexed) 19 year old male. Standing in front of me are two very young children (O.K. girls, ladies, women - whatever). I've already said how I felt and they look as if they're just getting ready for a party. A mental image of 'the tornado' asking who's turn it was made my knees give way and I fell over again! They both rushed to help me up and help me over to the bed. I suggested that I'd be better sitting downstairs and they helped me. After a few steps (staggers) control of my legs started to return in full. Mr. Brain may not have been up to full fettle yet but he hadn't been idle either. Reaching the lounge I made a bee-line for the armchair - no couches for me this time they're too dangerous! Having more time to take stock I realised that a transformation had taken place. The lounge was tidy! I never remember it being tidy before but here it was! The girls were wearing long satin nightdresses. Turquoise for Elaine and white for Collette. I remembered that advert for a household cleaner from ages ago - the White Tornado. I couldn't help laughing. The trouble is it came out more like maniacal howling. This didn't improve my image. When I settled down I passed on (after several dud starts) the joke! They didn't get it! As I sat taking in the room my attention came to rest on the television. It was playing that porno movie again! God didn't these two even think of anything else. Catching the direction of my eyes Elaine grabbed the remote and changed channel (perceptive this kid!). As I sat and watched the news I started to settle. The girls were slowly slipping onto my lap. Each had one arm around my neck. I had unconsciously put an arm around each and was luxuriating in that comfortable warmth of flesh beneath the satin nighties. The news was on - the usual things some rail accident, terrorists, all the usual things, I just relaxed and let the normalcy of it all wash over me. The weather came on something about last nights storms. Something went click in my mind at this but it was gone again before I could focus on it. I started thinking of how hard they must have worked. The pool. Cleaning up the lounge. And all of this had been done while I slept! All was once more well with the world. In my minds eye I recalled the image of Elaine's face as she reached her orgasm and Collette's the previous night as she skewered herself on me. This brought on a shiver (or was it a shudder). "Are you cold?" "Would you like the heater on?" Their Questions broke through my thoughts. "No I'm okay thanks" I knew that I loved these two more than anything else in the world and that these images would be burned into my memory till the day I died I hugged them both to me. Now we've all had that dream at sometime or another. The one where you're in a public place and you suddenly realise that you've got no clothes on. It comes in many forms ranging from wet dream to nightmare depending on your particular bent and who's around in the dream at the time. Now some of you will have just glanced back over the last few pages and some will have just guessed but yes. You're right. I was. Just to exacerbate matters when three people sit in one armchair there's not much space. When I hugged them they both fell in towards the chair and their free hands fell into my lap. I remember thinking that they must have been taking voodoo classes (raising the dead). At my jumping they both drew their hands back and said "sorry." Their reaction brought me back to my senses and I said "No I'm sorry it was my fault for not thinking." I asked if they'd eaten and the said that they had. I said I was going to grab a pizza but Elaine shot up and said she'd do it for me. Her comment of "we must keep your strength up" elicited a snicker from Collette's direction which was quickly stifled by a sharp glance from Elaine. When she called out that there was still some dinner left if I 'felt up to it' Collette collapsed onto the floor in hysterics. The young girl's infectious laughter soon had us all laughing fit to bust and after that, things returned to a more relaxed mood. After food, coffee and ice cream (everybody turning up for the latter) we all settled down to watch a video - no this time it was 'Lady and the Tramp' which Collette had brought over from home. Half an hour later when Collette started dozing I sent her up to bed. She went without argument pausing only to sit on my lap and give me a very soft gentle kiss and a "goodnight and thanks for a lovely day" and off she went. With just Elaine and me left downstairs I sensed a tension that hadn't been there before. The sort when two people are each wondering what's going to happen next. As this built I decided to settle things by going to bed. Elaine said that she was going too. And after a quick visit to the kitchen for something followed me up a couple of minutes later. When I reached my bed I found Collette sound asleep in it. Not having the heart to wake the girl (and not seeing any sense in it anyway) I slipped into bed myself, turning the bedside light off. As I drifted off to sleep a minute or so later I was vaguely aware of Elaine slipping in next to me. I thought, "What the hell..." ****************************************************************** *** Copyright (c) 2001 by The Paganist. 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