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Subject: {ASSM} {The Paganist} Juliet 2/16 (Mf)
Date: Fri, 16 Nov 2001 00:10:02 -0500
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{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."
 
 
 
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