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Subject: {ASSM} Minding the Girls 12/16 (mf mg)
Date: Mon, 12 Nov 2001 21:10:12 -0500
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{The Paganist} Minding the Girls 12/16 (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 12
 
                       Summer Showers
 
     Wow what a way to wake up.  I felt Collette snuggle back 
against me.  She was still asleep but must have been dreaming.  I 
soon felt that rippling sensation that told me she was having an 
erotic dream and this knowledge brought me to full sail in a split 
second.  
 
     It's very nice to know that someone likes you but this felt 
like something that can only be love.  The sensation continued 
until she was squirming against me then it increased to pushing 
back and ending with full-blown humping.  She started asleep and 
ended wide-awake and softly squealing with pleasure.
 
     After resting a few minutes she rolled over and kissed me 
deeply.  
 
     "Thanks."  She said, "that was the most wonderful night I've 
ever dreamed of."
 
     "It was great wasn't it?" I replied.
 
     As we lay in each other's arms Elaine walked in carrying a 
tray with coffee and breakfast for two.
 
     Her, "Morning." made us both jump a little.
 
     Collette rolled off and sought a cup of coffee.  Before she 
could back away (I was worried that Elaine may feel left out by 
this scene of almost marital bliss) I wrapped my arms around Elaine 
and gave her a big kiss to which she responded with her mouth and 
body.
 
     "What happened to you last night?" I asked.
 
     She giggled and replied that she needed sleep and knew that 
Collette and I had 'other ideas.'  "You don't mind do you?" she 
asked.
 
     "Only if you do it too often." I smiled.
 
     She slipped into bed with us.  She felt cold so I paid 
particular attention to warming her up.  
 
     She ate her breakfast with us in bed.  She was still wearing 
that Barbie nightie that was too small for her and it made her look 
sexier than ever (She still had the little girl pigtails).
 
     After food we started hugging, kissing and exploring each 
other's bodies (this was a game that I felt I would like to last 
all day).  I gently pulled Elaine on top of me.  I wanted to be 
careful not to start anything that she didn't want (remember the 
pills).  She slithered onto me willingly and excitedly.  She was a 
picture of beautiful wild abandon as she slithered into place.  The 
effect of that vision of an apparently six-year-old girl riding and 
milking me for all she was worth was one that would be in my erotic 
dreams until I died.  She found reserves within me that I didn't 
know, suspect, or even believe, existed.
 
     As her final climax hit her and I felt that rippling again 
that I was getting to know and enjoy more each time Elaine cried 
out.  I cried out.  Collette cried out (I've heard of simultaneous 
orgasms but this was ridiculous).
 
     Ten minutes later after the 'three way hugs' and cuddles we 
entered the bathroom.
 
     The previous day we had to cut our frolics in the shower short 
and I'd already decided to make sure that this time we'd make up 
for it.  As we played that game of soaping each other until it just 
didn't wash any more (sorry about that), we continued with 'what 
does that feel like', 'where can we hide this', 'what's in there', 
'what happens if I touch this little bit', 'whoops I've dropped the 
soap can you pick it up for me' (my own personal favourite) and 
having the time of our lives.  There's an old saying about two's 
company but three's a crowd.  The same people who knew that the 
world was flat and that it was the centre of the universe must have 
thought this up.  Well right at that moment I was sure that two 
young ladies were at the centre of my universe.
 
     Over a cup of coffee at the breakfast table I suggested that 
Susie could have their room, they should have mine and I would 
sleep on the couch.  I thought that this might make it easier to 
explain any occasion of being 'caught in the wrong place'.  
 
     The girls thought it was a great idea and knowing that this 
may be our last full day of uninterrupted frolics we set about 
packing as much in as possible.
 
     The sun was hot so we decided to start with some sunbathing.  
When I started to object to their attire (totally absent) they 
pointed out that we'd hear anyone approaching in plenty of time to 
get some clothes on.
 
     Spreading a blanket on the grass we all lay down to catch some 
sun.  I reminded the girls about suntan and they both wanted me to 
oil them up.  Returning the honours they turned on me.  The feel of 
those young bodies, absolutely perfect skin without a single 
blemish and very responsive to my touch as we writhed in a tangle 
of arms legs and of course the more interesting bits, sometimes 
playing 'whoops I've put too much on', 'now I'll have to lick some 
off' or the even more interesting 'now It'll take a lot of rubbing 
in', and then 'could you rub a little more on there please.'  If 
you haven't tried this then believe me your missing out.
 
     The girls had very sensitive nipples and I exploited this to 
the full.  There were screams, giggles, laughter and the best of 
all silence as we explored every corner of our imagination for 
things to do.  The most outrageous seemed to come from Collette who 
had 'heard from some friends at school.'  There was an unspoken 
agreement that this was a game of no limits on a day of no limits 
in a place of security.  If a bomb had dropped we probably wouldn't 
have noticed we were so wrapped up in the game.
 
     We shifted to the pool to cool off and the game shifted with 
us.  There's something extremely erotic about writhing oiled bodies 
squirming against each other in the water.  As the game progressed 
to teasing I found myself frustrated at trying to catch a well-
oiled little girl (or not so little) as she shrank away.  
Eventually I learned to 'see without looking' and lay in wait for 
the attack that I could see coming.  Each time I caught them they 
were as pleased to pay their forfeit, as I was to collect it.
 
     By teatime we needed to shower again to remove the oil.  
 
     Tea was late.
 
     We settled on a barbeque (not recommended for those without 
clothes) and I did the cooking.  The evening air was just starting 
to chill as we sat on the patio in the swing seat and settled with 
our drinks.  As the light faded I switched on the garden lights and 
it seemed to provide a happy, comfortable and romantic setting.  
Even without clothes we were comfortable in each other's presence, 
being sexually satiated at last.
 
     As the evening drew on we knew that even if it had been our 
last day it had been a day to remember.
 
     The girls moved off to the lounge and I made a start on 
arranging things for Susie.  Moving the girl's things to the other 
bedroom I made up their bed and collected some blankets and stuff 
for my bed on the couch.  
 
     At eleven o'clock Collete announced that she was 'going up to 
bed'.  Then just to ensure that there was no ambiguity she followed 
with 'I'll use our bed so that you two can be alone.'  She came 
over and hugged and kissed each of us and as it was my turn she 
said "Thanks for a lovely day, and an even better night" the last 
part was spoken directly into my ear.
 
     Elaine slipped away and returned a short while later with a 
very short satin nightie on.  She was still breathtaking even after 
the day of frolics we'd had.
 
     Curling up on the couch with me we watched a little television 
and did a little more hugging and kissing and finally decided to go 
to bed.
 
     As we lay there I slipped my hand under the nightie to her 
breasts and heard her little giggle as she writhed back against me.  
Just as I was going to reach down and slip myself within her 
softest and warmest of places things happened naturally and without 
any help from either of us things went into place.  
 
     I voiced a thought that was clear in my mind before it could 
be checked by my brain.
 
     "Do you and Collette confide in everything?"
 
     "Yes." Then sensing my surprise. "Well we have been planning 
it for a year"
 
     Other parts of my anatomy had taken control long before I 
could register this last part.
 
     She had decided that she wanted to sleep with me inside her 
too.  After two climaxes I concentrated on feeling the occasional 
squeeze that she was giving me as we lay in that loving mood for 
the rest of the night.
 
     Her breasts were the most wonderful that any man could feel 
and I didn't waste the opportunity to take full advantage.
 
     I had another wonderful night of broken sleep.
 
 
 
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