Message-ID: <33828asstr$1007421003@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, 3 Dec 2001 17:22:40 -0000 Subject: {ASSM} {The Paganist} Juliet 13/16 (Mf) Date: Mon, 3 Dec 2001 18:10:03 -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, kelly {The Paganist} Juliet 13/16 (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 13 Making Matches Lorraine became a frequent visitor. She wouldn't come into the bedroom though. She always waited downstairs and if it was something urgent she'd send Adrienne up to ask us to come down when we'd finished. There was a change in Lorraine. She rarely went out drinking and her man chasing became a chase for quality instead of quantity. I was more than a little worried about Adrienne. Her comment about Juliet sometimes climaxing three times in her sleep disturbed me. For one thing I hadn't known that, I always thought she woke me up doing it, and then woke up herself. I also realised that Adrienne must have spent a lot of time watching us and I didn't think that was healthy. Adrienne needed a boyfriend. Juliet came home and after a little prowling around the house she asked if she could take over the conservatory. This was one of the features of the house that I liked best so I asked what she wanted to do with it. It was a secret. She wanted to try something that she'd thought of and needed the conservatory to do it. And I had to stay out of it until it was finished. Of course she got her way as always. The windows into the conservatory were covered over and the back door was locked (she knew me too well for comfort and we weren't even married yet). She had some time off work to see to the conservatory and I was alarmed at the amount of building work that had taken place during the day (I could see the remnants of the cement and concrete and rubble). This went on for a week. During this time I discussed my concerns for Adrienne with Juliet. She adopted the view that she couldn't see the problem. If Adrienne was in need of some male comfort and I wanted to provide that comfort then she didn't mind as long as it didn't mean she'd go without. "As long as there's enough to go round where's the problem." She said. I was a little outraged at this and I said so. She pointed out that most men still had a 'bit on the side' after they were married and all men had a stag party before the wedding where they were introduced to women whose affection had a price tag. Her sister needed comfort and if I didn't give that comfort freely then I was being mean to her. This was the sort of argument that you can't win. I knew that I'd lost to that female logic that is absolutely absurd to anyone that isn't female. Adrienne would soon get a boyfriend of her own and then there wouldn't be a problem in anyone's eyes. When I arrived home on Friday I was sent up to shower and as I'd finished Juliet and Adrienne came in wearing their satin bathrobes and after I was dry they blindfolded me and led me downstairs still naked. In the conservatory I felt tiles under my feet and when I stopped the blindfold was whisked away. The conservatory now contained a small swimming pool. The girls pushed me in and jumped in after me giggling. They were as naked as me and were playing in the water (which was quite warm). "How did you do all this?" I asked. "Well you're not the only one with friends at work. I asked a couple of builders about it and how much it would cost. That's why it had to be the conservatory. They did the work off the record and I paid them in cash." There was a big question here that I couldn't bring myself to ask. She anticipated me, "From the money I've saved." They came over to me and Juliet in one of her commanding voices said, "Right. Let's get something straight." After we stopped laughing, "she continued, "Adrienne here needs some gentle male attention and I only know one gentle male. If she wants some comfort and you'd like to provide that comfort I've no objection but no secrets." Then turning to Adrienne she said "But don't forget he's my boyfriend I come first." Adrienne was wrapping herself round me as she said with mock innocence "of course... Every time... Twice at least..." this had us all rolling with laughter. Even Lorraine hadn't known what was going on so when she called in she was as surprised as I'd been. When Juliet suggested she join us she declined and left us to our play. After Juliet had 'come first' a few times she passed me over to give some gentle male comfort to Adrienne who was very receptive to the idea. I'd done my best to comfort her a few times when Juliet said she felt tired and was going to bed. When I looked at the clock it was midnight. Adrienne said, "You're not going as well are you?" I looked at Juliet and she smiled. "No I'll stay up a bit longer." "That's just what I was hoping you'd say." Said Adrienne with a giggle. As Adrienne hugged me I looked at Juliet over her shoulder and she gave an approving smile. Adrienne was always playful and had an experimental side that kept thinking up new ideas, but she always ended wanting me to take her from behind either in the pool or on the floor at the side of the pool and the harder I took her the more she liked it. When I was inside her she stroked me as Juliet had done and she could bring me to full erection within minutes of depositing my seed. I knew that if I didn't think of something this little Eden of ours was doomed. Some ideas are born of desperation and I thought I had an idea that just might work When I got in bed I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I forgot that I was cold and when I cuddled Juliet she woke with a start. She decided to warm me up and was soon getting very enthusiastic about it. I got to sleep at around seven in the morning. It was close to eleven o'clock when I awoke to my favourite alarm, Juliet humping back against me. I responded by rolling her onto her face and giving her the wakeup present she liked best. When we'd satisfied each other I was thinking clearly (well fairly clearly). I outlined my plan to her. She was very sceptical but agreed it was worth a try. The idea was to invite Terry over for an evening and see if they would naturally get together. I had the idea that large men and small women were often attracted to each other. We arranged the evening for Friday week, Terry was keen to meet the little woman in my life, and we told Adrienne that it was just a friend from work. Unfortunately Adrienne mentioned the evening to Lorraine who sort of took it that she was also invited. In the Evenings we played a few games. Adrienne had come up with one where we each had ten cards and we had to write down a sexual fantasy on each card. The girls then shuffled the cards and took it in turn to pick the card from the top and direct the action with the other two players. I pointed out that it wasn't fair because I was in the action each time and they agreed that I was just lucky. That night I slept very soundly. Another night the girls were dressing up Juliet in the Dorothy kit and Adrienne in her satin nightie with a little makeup as 'the mistress.' I was wearing the satin bathrobe. Things were getting interesting when there was a knock at the door. Juliet answered the door and I heard a man with a thick American accent say, "hello is your daddy in." "Oh I should think so..." then, "daddy there's a man here he wants to know if you're in." This sent Adrienne into paroxysms of laughter. When I could speak I called out, "Who is it?" "It's Dave." Came the reply. I stopped laughing in an instant. Dave was my younger brother who'd gone to America. We'd lost touch over the last few years. Come in I said as I stood up. I did the introductions all round leaving out any reference to relationships with the girls as I thought it might get a bit awkward. Juliet had seen my omission in a flash. As soon as we were all seated she sat on my lap playing daddy's little girl. "So this is your little girl is it?" He said. I cringed, as I knew what was coming. Juliet immediately said "Yes" and started a little girl rocking motion on my lap over the satin bathrobe. Juliet was wearing her favourite panties (none) and was getting quite a rise. Before long she had me inside her and was stroking me with those muscles again. "I can see you're a daddy's girl aren't you?" "Oh Yes." She said with an exaggerated nodding. Adrienne was sitting on the couch alongside Dave and was trying to suppress a giggle at Juliet's antics. Just about the time realisation of what was happening dawned on Dave Adrienne said, "Come on Jules. This is your future brother-in-law. Stop teasing." We started laughing and eventually so did Dave. Adrienne was sitting very close and had pulled his arm around her shoulder. Bingo. ****************************************************************** *** 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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