Message-ID: <33426asstr$1005617412@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: Mon, 12 Nov 2001 20:50:22 -0000 Subject: {ASSM} Minding the Girls 12/16 (mf mg) X-Original-Subject: 12_Summer_Showers Date: Mon, 12 Nov 2001 21:10:12 -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: hecate, gill-bates {The Paganist} Minding the Girls 12/16 (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 12 Summer Showers Wow what a way to wake up. I felt Collette snuggle back against me. She was still asleep but must have been dreaming. I soon felt that rippling sensation that told me she was having an erotic dream and this knowledge brought me to full sail in a split second. It's very nice to know that someone likes you but this felt like something that can only be love. The sensation continued until she was squirming against me then it increased to pushing back and ending with full-blown humping. She started asleep and ended wide-awake and softly squealing with pleasure. After resting a few minutes she rolled over and kissed me deeply. "Thanks." She said, "that was the most wonderful night I've ever dreamed of." "It was great wasn't it?" I replied. As we lay in each other's arms Elaine walked in carrying a tray with coffee and breakfast for two. Her, "Morning." made us both jump a little. Collette rolled off and sought a cup of coffee. Before she could back away (I was worried that Elaine may feel left out by this scene of almost marital bliss) I wrapped my arms around Elaine and gave her a big kiss to which she responded with her mouth and body. "What happened to you last night?" I asked. She giggled and replied that she needed sleep and knew that Collette and I had 'other ideas.' "You don't mind do you?" she asked. "Only if you do it too often." I smiled. She slipped into bed with us. She felt cold so I paid particular attention to warming her up. She ate her breakfast with us in bed. She was still wearing that Barbie nightie that was too small for her and it made her look sexier than ever (She still had the little girl pigtails). After food we started hugging, kissing and exploring each other's bodies (this was a game that I felt I would like to last all day). I gently pulled Elaine on top of me. I wanted to be careful not to start anything that she didn't want (remember the pills). She slithered onto me willingly and excitedly. She was a picture of beautiful wild abandon as she slithered into place. The effect of that vision of an apparently six-year-old girl riding and milking me for all she was worth was one that would be in my erotic dreams until I died. She found reserves within me that I didn't know, suspect, or even believe, existed. As her final climax hit her and I felt that rippling again that I was getting to know and enjoy more each time Elaine cried out. I cried out. Collette cried out (I've heard of simultaneous orgasms but this was ridiculous). Ten minutes later after the 'three way hugs' and cuddles we entered the bathroom. The previous day we had to cut our frolics in the shower short and I'd already decided to make sure that this time we'd make up for it. As we played that game of soaping each other until it just didn't wash any more (sorry about that), we continued with 'what does that feel like', 'where can we hide this', 'what's in there', 'what happens if I touch this little bit', 'whoops I've dropped the soap can you pick it up for me' (my own personal favourite) and having the time of our lives. There's an old saying about two's company but three's a crowd. The same people who knew that the world was flat and that it was the centre of the universe must have thought this up. Well right at that moment I was sure that two young ladies were at the centre of my universe. Over a cup of coffee at the breakfast table I suggested that Susie could have their room, they should have mine and I would sleep on the couch. I thought that this might make it easier to explain any occasion of being 'caught in the wrong place'. The girls thought it was a great idea and knowing that this may be our last full day of uninterrupted frolics we set about packing as much in as possible. The sun was hot so we decided to start with some sunbathing. When I started to object to their attire (totally absent) they pointed out that we'd hear anyone approaching in plenty of time to get some clothes on. Spreading a blanket on the grass we all lay down to catch some sun. I reminded the girls about suntan and they both wanted me to oil them up. Returning the honours they turned on me. The feel of those young bodies, absolutely perfect skin without a single blemish and very responsive to my touch as we writhed in a tangle of arms legs and of course the more interesting bits, sometimes playing 'whoops I've put too much on', 'now I'll have to lick some off' or the even more interesting 'now It'll take a lot of rubbing in', and then 'could you rub a little more on there please.' If you haven't tried this then believe me your missing out. The girls had very sensitive nipples and I exploited this to the full. There were screams, giggles, laughter and the best of all silence as we explored every corner of our imagination for things to do. The most outrageous seemed to come from Collette who had 'heard from some friends at school.' There was an unspoken agreement that this was a game of no limits on a day of no limits in a place of security. If a bomb had dropped we probably wouldn't have noticed we were so wrapped up in the game. We shifted to the pool to cool off and the game shifted with us. There's something extremely erotic about writhing oiled bodies squirming against each other in the water. As the game progressed to teasing I found myself frustrated at trying to catch a well- oiled little girl (or not so little) as she shrank away. Eventually I learned to 'see without looking' and lay in wait for the attack that I could see coming. Each time I caught them they were as pleased to pay their forfeit, as I was to collect it. By teatime we needed to shower again to remove the oil. Tea was late. We settled on a barbeque (not recommended for those without clothes) and I did the cooking. The evening air was just starting to chill as we sat on the patio in the swing seat and settled with our drinks. As the light faded I switched on the garden lights and it seemed to provide a happy, comfortable and romantic setting. Even without clothes we were comfortable in each other's presence, being sexually satiated at last. As the evening drew on we knew that even if it had been our last day it had been a day to remember. The girls moved off to the lounge and I made a start on arranging things for Susie. Moving the girl's things to the other bedroom I made up their bed and collected some blankets and stuff for my bed on the couch. At eleven o'clock Collete announced that she was 'going up to bed'. Then just to ensure that there was no ambiguity she followed with 'I'll use our bed so that you two can be alone.' She came over and hugged and kissed each of us and as it was my turn she said "Thanks for a lovely day, and an even better night" the last part was spoken directly into my ear. Elaine slipped away and returned a short while later with a very short satin nightie on. She was still breathtaking even after the day of frolics we'd had. Curling up on the couch with me we watched a little television and did a little more hugging and kissing and finally decided to go to bed. As we lay there I slipped my hand under the nightie to her breasts and heard her little giggle as she writhed back against me. Just as I was going to reach down and slip myself within her softest and warmest of places things happened naturally and without any help from either of us things went into place. I voiced a thought that was clear in my mind before it could be checked by my brain. "Do you and Collette confide in everything?" "Yes." Then sensing my surprise. "Well we have been planning it for a year" Other parts of my anatomy had taken control long before I could register this last part. She had decided that she wanted to sleep with me inside her too. After two climaxes I concentrated on feeling the occasional squeeze that she was giving me as we lay in that loving mood for the rest of the night. Her breasts were the most wonderful that any man could feel and I didn't waste the opportunity to take full advantage. I had another wonderful night of broken sleep. ****************************************************************** *** Copyright (c) 2001 by The Paganist. Duplication without *** *** changes or omissions is permitted for personal, *** *** non-profit use. All other rights are reserved. *** *** (Permission may be available.) the.paganist@ukonline.co.uk *** ****************************************************************** <1st attachment begin> <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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