Message-ID: <33578asstr$1006308606@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: Tue, 20 Nov 2001 22:23:49 -0000 Subject: {ASSM} {The Paganist} Juliet 4/16 (Mf) Date: Tue, 20 Nov 2001 21:10:06 -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: IceAltar, hecate {The Paganist} Juliet 4/16 (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 4 Goodnight Juliet leaned forward and kissed me. With a smile she extracted herself (another erotic sight even if I did feel she was going the wrong way). At my puzzled expression she simply said, "we've got all night." She removed the band from her ponytail and reached over the side of the bath for a bottle of shampoo; which was in a carrier bag by the side of the bath. She'd certainly prepared for this because she'd come upstairs to the bath empty handed. Turning on my lap she adjusted the water on the shower and started washing her hair. Not to miss an opportunity I held on to anything handy to make sure she didn't slip. She giggled and writhed a little ensuring that I stayed as hard as a rock. After washing her hair she turned and gave me a little kiss and said, "come on then let's go downstairs." She jumped out of the bath and stood drying herself. The bathroom had very little floor space so I joined her and started drying. Since we were cramped I often had to stand holding her so that she wouldn't fall over (I was getting into this game). When she bent down to see to her perfect tiny feet I almost lost the opportunity because I was so entranced with the vision there before me. I slipped into her just as she was holding the side of the bath for balance. She was very wet and immediately was humping back at me as hard as she could. Within a few minutes we were both shuddering once again in the throes of orgasm. She was pushing back so hard that I had to brace myself against the wall. Again I felt those muscles in action and the hot, almost burning, fluids as they coursed down inside her. As she straightened up with me still inside her I held her tightly and nuzzled the side of her neck. She moved her head presenting that neck for more and within another few minutes she was shuddering again and I could feel those incredible sensations once more. When I'd met my first wife we'd both been virgins and after a short while we both became addicted to sex. After marriage we had a regular and plentiful sex life till very close to the end. I now knew that we'd mastered the mechanics of procreation. This young lady was teaching me to make love. I felt like a virgin on his first date. With my ex-wife this would have been the point when, like most men, I would normally have departed to leave her to her personal cleaning up. As I withdrew I could see a little, thick, white, stream flow down her leg. I sat her down on the toilet seat and started cleaning her up, a task, which I thoroughly enjoyed (if you've never tried it, do). Cleaned washed and very well dried she was giggling more than ever (I'd come to love that sound). Dry and naked we went to my wardrobe to find something to wear. She selected one of my white shirts, which she wore belted with a pyjama cord, and a thin, short, white, terry towelling bathrobe for me. Suitably attired, I carried her off to the lounge, to the sound of more of those wonderful excited giggles. I asked what she'd like to do and to my surprise she wanted to watch television. Having got her feet on the floor she led me to the end of the couch where she seated me. She grabbed a video from that carrier bag that the oysters had been in and inserted it in the video recorder saying that she'd picked up a film from the video library by the take-away. Stopping the video she returned to the couch with the two remotes. Snuggling next to me she turned on the television and did a channel scan. We watched a comedy (more of those lovely giggles - I must've been getting addicted). As we watched she changed position till she was lying with her head in my lap. Sliding down to this position the shirt had become pushed up around her waist and I was treated to a view of her hips with occasional glimpses of those gorgeous breasts as the shirt occasionally fell open. Her hand was on my leg under the bathrobe and I was very conscious of the closeness of her in both a physical and emotional way. She'd started the video playing and had been fast-forwarding over the ads but my attention was solely on her and that wonderful body and of course the events of the last day. It hit me like a bolt from the blue. Only yesterday I'd been a hopeless case resigned to an uncomfortable life of forced celibacy. Now I was lying here with this exquisite young female who'd been my fantasy girl for a long time feeling that I'd hate to go back to the celibate life but knowing that if I had too then at least I'd have memories that would last to my dying breath. She'd rolled over onto her front and I thought she was sleeping so I kept very still so as not to wake her. My attention back to the present I saw that the video was a porno version of Lolita. I started to stiffen as I realised that this was a little more of her planning, and felt her hand move towards the very item that was stiffening. She wasn't asleep by any means. I felt her hand slowly stroking me and slid my hand towards her thigh. She moved down placing it out of reach. I moved my hand towards her breast. She rolled further onto her front. Seeing that she wanted to be just as she was I relaxed and enjoyed the sensations. My eyes were on the television and that porno film as I felt her moving slightly and a wetness engulf me. Looking down she was taking me into her mouth and stroking me with those glorious lips. Her head bobbing up and down she looked far more erotic than any porno film could ever be. I felt my climax rising and gently pulled on her head to warn her but instead of lifting she plunged down deepthroating me just as I hit the peak of my climax. I could feel myself ejaculating and her throat swallowing, the muscles mimicking those of her vagina. The erotic sight she made together with those feelings almost made me pass out from sensory overload. When she lifted her head from me she left me totally clean. She stroked me with her hand causing a globule of white to appear on the end, which she then sucked at, as a baby sucks on a teat, while continuing to stroke. As she sat up she mischievously asked, "What did you think of the film". "What film?" I replied. There was a very quick dig in my side as she found my ticklish spot. "Ah so you're ticklish are you?" She asked with a mischievous chuckle. "Yes but remember two can play at that." "I'm not ticklish now." (I occasionally tickled her when she was little) "In that case." There followed a session of challenging chasing and catching that of course we both won every time the forfeit was paid. This game continued for hours with shrieking and giggling I felt eighteen again myself (except I never had this much fun when I was eighteen). Eventually we collapsed into the armchair with her on my lap kissing me as she straddled my legs. Once again she captured me within her and there was yet another wonderful encounter. Exhausted we climbed to bed I carried her up and we both slipped under the covers. After short sessions of recovery, each time with ample kissing and no clothes, we made love the whole night through. She seemed to want to try every position she could think of (which was a lot more than I could think of) sometimes slow sometimes fast and urgent sometimes with her on top riding me with wild abandon. Sometimes with me on top and her legs wrapped tightly around me pulling me in with strength that belied her small frame. Sometimes on our side, with soft and gentle movements making it last (once for over an hour). It was in this last position that we both fell exhausted into sleep again with me inside her and holding onto those luscious breasts. I awoke in the morning to the feel of her twitching muscles and her gently humping back at me in her sleep. I tightened my arm around her and felt her nipples pressing into the palm of my hand. With my free hand I moved her hair aside and nuzzled her neck. She awoke squirming and the humping back grew stronger. She was sending me into orbit with the combined actions of her soft whining, coarse abandoned humping and the muscles milking every last drop of seed they could muster. She seemed to be sucking me more strongly than she had with her mouth the night before. We had to sleep a little longer to recover from our morning exercise. ****************************************************************** *** Copyright (c) 2001 by The Paganist. 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