Message-ID: <33490asstr$1005887402@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: Thu, 15 Nov 2001 23:44:41 -0000 Subject: {ASSM} {The Paganist} Juliet 2/16 (Mf) Date: Fri, 16 Nov 2001 00:10:02 -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, newsman {The Paganist} Juliet 2/16 (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 2 A Rainy Day I moved to the side of the bed in a daze. I didn't say a word. I couldn't say a word. She smiled up at me and when I was close enough reached up and slowly pulled my briefs down. This was a scene that I hadn't played for years and here I was not only playing it but with my favourite fantasy girl. My head was swimming like I hadn't known before. I slipped into the bed and held her in my arms. She seemed so tiny and yet she was also like a very warm sensuous young woman. We kissed a deep soul kiss that I'd never known before. Even when I was married it seemed that kissing was just that precursor to sex. This was a form of sex in itself and one that was new to me. I was in a lake of tactile feelings. The baby doll nightie with its nylon slightly scratchy feel that made me aware of exactly what it was and what it signalled especially with the lack of panties. The feel of warm bare flesh beneath my hand as I stroked her body. The feel of her hot breath on my ear as she responded, trembling at every touch and change of direction in my stroking. This was a lake that I could happily drown in. I knew that this was the part of the camping trip that she'd been looking forward to and I wanted to see that she wasn't disappointed. I also knew that I was VERY excited and if I wasn't careful I wasn't going to last long enough. She was steadily stroking me and I had to stop that otherwise I wouldn't last the minute. I gently rolled her onto her back and ran my hands under the baby doll. Her breathing became more rapid. I ran a trail of kisses down to her nipple where I made circles around it with my tongue, starting with large circles and slowly reducing until I was sucking her nipple. I heard her breath increase and become deeper and more rapid. All this time I'd stroked her stomach and ran slowly down the tops of her legs to her knees where I changed and made little stroking circles getting higher and higher. The feel of her skin was like the purest silk, without the slightest blemish, just pure soft (oh so soft) skin. As my hand reached her pubic hair I could feel the moisture there and slowly and very gently stroked and circled the area. By this time she was trying to push her nipple further into my mouth and trying to get my hand where she wanted it. Running my finger down the valley of her vagina she jumped as I passed her clitoris. She was losing control fast. I continued gently with my finger and slipped it inside her just to wet the end then returned to her clitoris. This was driving her wild as I again returned the finger I felt her hymen. She was a virgin. I now decided that I really must do my best to ensure that things were as near perfect as I could manage. I moved with a trail of little kisses down in a straight line until I could carry on with my tongue what I'd started with my fingers. She spread her legs to give me even better access and I soon tasted her juices the most wonderful taste in this world a cross between slightly salty and surprisingly sweet. I used my fingers to hold her labia apart so that my tongue could trace the valley paying careful and particular attention to that clitoris. I felt her legs clamp around my head and plunged my tongue into her as far as I could reach. I could feel her vaginal muscles rippling along my tongue with a motion that felt as if she were trying to milk my tongue as if it were a nipple. She shrieked as her orgasm hit her with a force that left her spasming in every limb. As her breathing and other involuntary motions settled I hugged and cuddled her until she was fully recovered. She pushed me on my back and kissed me on the lips. A short while ago her lips had been hard and demanding but now they were soft and warm almost as if they were swollen from our earlier encounter. I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest as she lay in that warm afterglow of contented coupling. Her kisses becoming sweeter and more erratic as she worked her plan on me. She slowly worked her way down my chest until she took my erection into her mouth. Her hands slipped underneath and stroked that sensitive little area while she used her tongue and lips sucking as she went. I exploded into her mouth. It came on so quickly that even I didn't have any warning. To my surprise she swallowed what was in her mouth and let the rest spurt over her face, which had a beaming smile on it. The sight was so sexy that I damn near came again there and then. I lay on my back as I recovered and she slowly slid up me until she was level with my face. Her face was still covered; her eyes, mouth, nose all were streaked with my sperm and she was happy. She reached over and found a handkerchief and was about to wipe her face when I held her to me and kissed her through our joint spendings. This seemed to arouse her immediately as I heard her breath signal that she was once again coming to the boil. The baby doll was gone in an instant and she was straddling me and as I tried to hold her back speared herself onto me. As her hymen was penetrated she cried but it seemed to be more of pleasure than pain. I had to look as this young lady with her face covered in my sperm, pigtails swinging and breasts bouncing rode me into another climax and the sight keeping me erect continued into another two of her own. The second hit her as I erupted into her with a force that I wouldn't have believed possible the first time let alone the third. The feel of the intensity of my eruption triggered her climax and as my own had just started I felt her milking me into her vagina. We both collapsed totally spent and in a daze of sexual fulfilment. When I awoke in the morning it was light and we were still in that position with me still inside her. The thought was so sexy that I started to become erect again inside her and soon felt her responding by sliding down to get a better contact between her clitoris and my pelvic bone. We made love again and there was no doubt in my mind that it was just that. LOVE. The memories of this night would stay forever and if the relationship did turn sour well I still had those memories. The rain was still beating against the walls of the tent. "I hope it keeps raining." She said, "then we can stay here all day." "We can stay here all day anyway." Her lips still had that swollen, warm, softness about them and they were still as sweet as ever. Where the sperm had dried on her face it was starting to peel like layers of skin with sunburn. I brushed off as much as I could. We dressed in old clothes and made our way to the toilets and showers through the rain. It was good to get into the warm water all those little aches and pains dissolved away in the water leaving me clean and refreshed. After showering and shaving I dressed and went to the camp shop where I bought Juliet a box of chocolates. I'd only just left the shop when she came out of the showers. Back at the tent we changed (stripped) and I fired up the stoves for breakfast. We'd decided on a fry up Juliet thought it would save time by making it a brunch and I thought I needed the energy. I gave her the chocolates, which were in a heart shaped box and she was delighted. She made those little shrieky squeaky sounds that only teenage girls manage to make and only when they're very excited. Brunch finished I cleared away the things while Juliet said she'd clear up in the bedroom. I went into the bedroom and found that Juliet had the bed made her baby doll on and still managed that virginal appearance. I brought the coffee in and we sat and drank it. Even in my state of semi sexual exhaustion, still I found the sight of her exciting. She sat on the bed in that baby doll, still with her hair in plats, sometimes laying on her side so that the baby doll flared and left some very interesting views, and sometimes sitting cross-legged when there were still some very interesting views. She saw the focus of my attention and, with a little giggle, shifted slightly making the views even more interesting. I sat on the bed reluctantly (I didn't want to lose those views). The thought that had been trying to get my attention managed to break through. "Are you on the pill?" I asked. The directness and direction of my thoughts must have been apparent. "Yes for the last two months." She replied with more than a little giggle. A few simple sums drew attention to the fact that it had been three months ago when I'd promised the camping holiday. She really had been looking forward to it. The loud silence broke through my thoughts. She was rummaging around in her bags then announced, "I left them at home." ****************************************************************** *** 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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