Message-ID: <33428asstr$1005621005@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 20:50:01 -0000 Subject: {ASSM} Minding the Girls 14/16 (mf mg) X-Original-Subject: 14_A_Long_Nights_Day Date: Mon, 12 Nov 2001 22:10:05 -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 14/16 (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 14 A Long Night's Day When she returned from orbit, Susie reached up, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me passionately. "God you don't know how much I needed that" she said. Just as I thought that their presence had gone unnoticed and they'd turned to quietly leave Susie said, "Come over here you two." When she saw them she said "perhaps you'd better put some clothes on first." They looked a little relieved; I know I was very relieved. We sat there waiting lapsing into our own thoughts (mine reverting to very heavy doors and keys) and it seemed a long time before the girls returned. Colette was wearing the Barbie nightie and Elaine the long satin one. Had this been their father it would probably have worked and the subject would have been passed over. Or glossed over, or both. However mothers have a big advantage where girls are concerned - they've been there and done it and know the signs. "What were you doing there at the door?" "You asked us..." "Don't play that game with me. Now answer my question." "We heard you and thought that there was something wrong so we came downstairs." I noticed that Elaine was cute enough to let Collette do the talking (the youngest always has a better chance in these situations). "And when you saw that there was nothing wrong, why did you stay?" I had bad feelings about the whole direction that this 'chat' was taking. The girls were silent. "Okay up to bed with you we'll continue this discussion later." This was sounding worse by the minute. The girls suitably chastened left for bed. As soon as they'd left there was that sort of verbal collision when we both said "Sorry." I was stopped dead in my tracks. My mind raced back to Susie's words about planning. She looked at me and giggled again. I think I'd better get some rest and leave you to think. With these remarks she left for bed declining my offer of help. "Just get some rest." She said. I could hear the voices upstairs that told me that this was the 'later' that the discussion had been deferred to. The voices continued without apparent upset or the shouting or crying that I thought was inevitable. The television news was suddenly very interesting as I realised that I 'didn't want to know' what was going on. Ten minutes later I realised that the noises had stopped. I still didn't want to know. I was still in this frame of mind when two little girls came and sat beside me on the couch. They looked as though they'd been crying. They put their arms around me for a cuddle and stayed in that position for several minutes without saying a word. My excuse for a brain was a jumbled mass of feeling sorry for them, feeling worried about what Susie would think if she saw us in this position, feeling sorry for Susie who'd obviously begun to suspect what had been going on, and feeling sorry for myself for what I could see was going to happen. Seeing my mood the girls tried to cheer me up. Collette sat on my lap (I think that little girls are born with absolute knowledge of how to handle a man) She sat me up and hugged me and started stroking my back with her hands. This caused a gentle rocking motion which any mother will tell you is a good way to comfort anybody. The rocking motion increased until it started to become a humping motion. Elaine started kissing me first with those soft sweet kisses and gradually increasing to passionate deep kisses. I couldn't believe that after what had transpired less than an hour before these two were back for more. I was scarred stiff that Susie might come in any minute. Lorry drivers sometimes have trouble finding the right gear given the wide choice available. I was having trouble finding the one that linked my brain to my mouth. In a whispered voice I asked what they thought they were doing. Their mum was upstairs and we needed to do exactly what she said for a while until we could see what she was going to do. "Well she told us we had to make you feel comfortable." Said Collette with a very suggestive squirm and a giggle. There was a definite snicker from Elaine's direction. They stood and gently pulled me to my feet. I asked where we were going. Well it's a lot more comfortable in bed." Said Elaine. Knowing that it would make no difference I allowed myself to be lead to bed. We tiptoed upstairs and into the bedroom. The girls had me undressed in no time and had started their antics before I'd hit the bed. I don't know whether it was a reaction to the earlier events but the girls were even more high-spirited (rampant nymphomaniacs) than before. The excitement and danger of knowing that their mother was in the next room added to the thrill and together with trying to be quiet (the sort of trying that makes it ten times worse) the night passed blissfully slowly, but all too soon for us morning arrived. I awoke in the morning to the feel of Elaine (I could tell the difference now without even groping) humping back against me in the throws of climax (both hers and mine). As my eyes opened I felt my heart jump into my mouth. Susie was standing there watching us. Elaine must have sensed something because she opened her eyes and shrieked "MUM!" Alongside Susie, Collette stood holding her hand like a little girl lost (milking it for all it was worth) the effect would have been better though if she'd remembered to put something on first. Susie was smiling (or was it grimacing or leering). After a while she said, "you two certainly make a picture together." I had to agree - the sort that they usually put in Sunday papers or on certain closed group pages on the Internet. Seeing that she didn't seem about to go ballistic I felt very relieved and this caused my shrinking erection to grow again - quickly - still inside Elaine. Despite the young girls embarrassment at being caught in flagrante delicto she couldn't help writhing back against me. Susie laughed and said she'd be 'back in five minutes' then turning to look back at us from the door said, "Make that ten." Elaine said, "No make it twenty." Causing Susie to dissolve into laughter. True to her word Susie came back ten minutes later and sat with Collette while we recovered in that warm afterglow of sexual satisfaction (although I still had a few million questions that I now felt needed answers). Elaine and I had a sheet thrown over us and Susie and Collette seemed quite happy to sit on the bed and talk as if it was the most everyday thing in the world to find a man in bed with your twelve- year-old daughter. Although we lay still I could occasionally feel Elaine clenching me with her vaginal muscles, as if she was reminding me that she was still there. How could I possibly forget? I still had my arm around her and could feel her nipple prodding against the palm of my hand which had, entirely of it's own volition, started clutching at those delectable little breasts. The sound of their voices was washing over me when I heard the hesitation in Elaine's voice. The flow of conversation was interrupted and I felt her start humping back against me again. Susie's face took on a strange expression as Elaine went into her next orgasm (I'd lost count again). As Elaine came down again Susie said, "Now I can see why he's looking so exhausted." This brought on laughter from all of us. Collette misinterpreted her mother's words and before anyone could say anything, had skimmed out of her nightie and slipped into bed with us. Susie was dumbfounded as she drew me onto my back and climbed on top to mount me. Not to lose her chance Collette did her skewering bit again (the picture of absolute wild abandon) and humped me through two orgasms of her own before I climaxed. Susie was still watching open mouthed when she'd finished. I was ready for the attack that I felt sure was about to come when she said, "that was the most fantastic thing I've ever seen." Slipping into bed with the rest of us she embraced us all in a four way hug before saying to me you'd better rest awhile I can see they've been taking advantage of you. ****************************************************************** *** 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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