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From: "The Paganist" <the.paganist@ukonline.co.uk>
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Subject: {ASSM} Minding the Girls 11/16 (mf mg)
Date: Mon, 12 Nov 2001 21:10:08 -0500
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{The Paganist} Minding the Girls 11/16 (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 11
 
                       The Mistresses
 
     When we arrived home from the hospital the girls decided 
to "slip into something more comfortable" and ran upstairs.  
Meanwhile I decided that I might as well change into my briefs 
and a smile (it was a warm evening).
 
     The girls were still upstairs when I returned to the 
lounge so I switched on the television.  After channel hopping 
for a while I settled on the video and started looking through 
the tapes that Collette had brought from home.  Most of these 
were unlabelled and hadn't been rewound.
 
     I grabbed the first tape and rewound it (I'm a bit 
finicky with video tapes).  After what seemed like an eternity 
the tape stopped and I pressed play.  
 
     It was some kind of cartoon (Bugs Bunny I think) so I 
started to fast forward up the tape.  It was all cartoons.  At 
the end I rewound the tape and tried the next.
 
     I repeated the process with the next tape.  Same result - 
different cartoons.
 
     The third tape was full of programs recorded from 
children's television.
 
     I was starting to realise just how young these young 
ladies were.  The programs seemed to be at odds with the way 
they acted.  I'd long since known that I liked young girls (as 
a nineteen year old virgin any girls).
 
     Noises on the stairs made me aware of how long the girls 
had been gone.  They were now coming downstairs laughing 
softly.
 
     When they came into the room they were trying not to 
giggle.  Looking at them I could see what the giggling had 
been about.  
 
     Elaine was dressed in a Barbie nightie that was about two 
sizes too small so that it stretched tight over her developing 
body.  Her hair was in plats and pulled tightly back.  
Combined with her slim small frame and long legs she looked 
about 6 or 7.
 
     Collette wore a nylon pyjama top and had her hair brushed 
in long wavy tresses.  I think she may have worn make-up but 
this was so well done that I couldn't tell for sure.  Together 
with her taller heavier frame she looked about 15 or 16.
 
     They drew me over to the couch and sat me there (again I 
had no say in the matter). I now saw that Collette was 
carrying a thick folder.  After arranging cushions as pillows 
they lay me down and Elaine sat on my chest (making the 
nightie ride up in a very interesting way.
 
     Collette had now assumed control and was directing the 
action.  After a bit of shuffling to remove my shorts (they 
were removed without any hesitation on my part) Collette 
started telling Elaine what to do.  She kept referring to the 
folder but despite my asking wouldn't show it to me.  Collette 
was soon directing my side of the action and it seemed as 
thought she'd spent the last 12 years as a porn film director.  
 
     I could see that Elaine was getting very turned on by the 
whole thing and since I wasn't exactly turned off by it I went 
along for the ride (sorry about that).
 
     After an hour and a half and six orgasms (I was learning 
to count) I finally erupted into Elaine I could feel her 
tremble at my touch as her vaginal muscles were milking every 
drop from me.  She'd collapsed on top of me just at the right 
time (that bit didn't need any directional help) and kissed me 
just as we both hit tremendous simultaneous orgasms.  Some 
people will tell you that it's better to keep control.  
They've not been doing it right.
 
     We lay in each other's arms for about ten minutes 
recovering.  Collette slipped away to the kitchen to make 
coffee (helping recovery).  As soon as I could move properly I 
slipped over to the table for a quick peek at the folder.  I 
was still there when she returned.
 
     Seeing me looking at the folder she giggled.  There was 
page after page of drawings.  
 
     You're ahead of me again aren't you?
 
     Each drawing was of me, Mr. Bestfriend (yes still 
oversized), and either or both of the girls.  There must have 
been several hundred drawings.  About half of them were 
animated as the earlier drawing had been.  I couldn't help 
wondering where they'd all come from.  Or when they'd all come 
from.  To cover my amazement (but not very well) I said, "You 
have been busy haven't you?"  The girls giggled.
 
     We drank our coffee and the girls switched places, Elaine 
directing the action and Collette acting the part of porn star 
queen (a part to which she seemed well suited).
 
     This time I only lasted one hour before emptying myself 
into Collette (despite the fact that she was an expert at 
keeping me on the brink).  
 
     She lost control, a fact, which I found even more erotic 
than the thought that she had the control in the first place.  
 
     I felt myself hit her cervix and this triggered an even 
greater response from her.  I could feel her milking me, the 
rippling of the walls of her vagina stroking every last drop 
from me.  The sensation of this caused an involuntary thrust 
on my part just a she was riding down on me.  The sensation of 
entering her womb caused her to scream.  First I thought it 
was in pain but then I realised that it was in pleasure.  The 
feel of that vagina within a vagina clamping tightly around me 
whilst holding me in and my seed going directly into her womb 
caused me to ejaculate more than ever.  The sensation was painful
 for me but I could not deny her anything.
 
     The three of us were coming down from a high, that I 
wouldn't have believed existed before, when I pointed out to 
Collette that it was a good thing that she was on the pill.
 
     Ten seconds later she and Elaine were in their bedroom 
taking their pills.  They'd forgotten to take any since they'd 
arrived.  
 
     On returning downstairs I suggested we grab a snack and 
go to bed.  Elaine was extremely tired and decided to forgo 
the food.
 
     Collette and I followed less than five minutes later.  
 
     When we climbed into bed Elaine wasn't there.  A quick 
check and I found her in the other bedroom.  I took this to as 
a sign of her fear of getting pregnant.  I left her there and 
went back to my own (and it seemed Collette's bed).  
 
     I'd no sooner climbed in than Collette snuggled back in 
that way she had.  I felt her reach behind and slip Mr. 
Bestfriend to where she thought was the right place.  
 
     "More?" I asked incredulously
 
     She giggled that she was 'game if I was.' then added that 
she'd always wanted to 'sleep with me inside her.' 
 
     The thought that she'd want to do this even knowing that 
there was a chance that she might get pregnant was so arousing 
that I felt obliged to fulfil both wishes.  The pyjama top was 
just the right length (or more to the point shortness) for the 
task she had in mind.  I couldn't help wondering who was in 
control (hell who am I kidding it certainly wasn't me).
 
     Three times during the night I awoke to find myself in 
the throes of climax inside Collette.  I don't know whether 
she'd started humping me or I'd started humping her but each 
time we ended humping each other.  This was the longest, 
shortest night I'd ever experienced.  It seemed to go on 
forever and yet it ended all too soon.  In the morning I was 
still inside her and she was very clearly happy with that 
situation.
 
 
 
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