{The Paganist} Juliet 8/16 (Mf)


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chain of grisly murders and I don't do these things.  If you
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          The Paganist  (the.paganist@ukonline.co.uk)




                     Juliet

                by The Paganist


                   Chapter 8

                 Holidays End

I was dreaming.  I had my favourite fantasy girl in bed with me and 
we were not just having sex, we were making love.  I could feel her 
soft wetness riding up and down on me and the feel was incredibly 
erotic.  This was a wet dream to end all wet dreams.  In my dream I 
thrust at her and felt my pubic bone meet her as I buried myself in 
her and emptied every drop of my seed into her.  I lay back in a 
satisfied happy state of pure contentment.  I felt that wetness 
rising again as I realised that I should now have been awake and with 
a start realised that I hadn't been asleep.  Opening my eyes I saw 
Juliet's head with me still half buried in her mouth.  I was erect 
again.

She lifted her head from me and said, "Morning lover," as she came 
towards me.  I kissed her deeply.  I wasn't looking forward to the 
taste of my fluids in her mouth but I did it anyway because after 
that wake-up what else could I do.  To my surprise her mouth was as 
sweet as ever and I enjoyed some oral sex of a different nature.

As we kissed I slid the satin nightie up and rolled her onto her 
back.  Returning the compliment I slid down her and said 'good 
morning' to her clitoris.  After her orgasm I let her lay there for a 
minute or two before rolling her over onto her face and entering her 
from behind.  She went wild as I plunged to full depth within her and 
she was again humping back for all she was worth.  As I felt her 
approaching orgasm I thrust hard and she was again screaming with 
pleasure as she humped back even harder trying to get me even deeper.  
I remained in that position until she had finished her orgasm.  
Gently at first I started moving again as she said "no more" but her 
humping back motions were saying something different and I continued 
to thrust deeper and harder as she was also thrusting back until I 
could feel the hard bump of her cervix and with a strong thrust 
penetrated it just as she came into her second orgasm.  She was 
screaming and writhing and I could feel the tight ring around the 
head of my erection and the milking sensations together with that hot 
juice caused me to completely loose control and spend every drop of 
my seed right into her womb.

As I eased back I felt the popping sensation as I withdrew to a more 
normal position and she gave another little scream.  We rolled onto 
our side and lay there recuperating for about five minutes.

Juliet wanted to use the Jacuzzi again so we did just that.  It was 
an hour of stroking, loving and worshiping each other with our hands 
and our mouths again interlocked as we also did some more worshiping 
with other parts.

In our search for the pleasures of the flesh we completely forgot 
about food so when we left the hotel, we rapidly made for the nearest 
restaurant.  A few wondering glances were focused on the man who'd 
arrived with a little girl and was leaving with a young woman as we 
left.

The hotel had cost a packet and it was money that I knew that I 
couldn't really afford but whatever the price I'd known that I had to 
do something for this tiny goddess and whatever the price it had been 
worth it.

We drove back to the camp in a satisfied silence.  The sun was 
shining and all was well with the world.

We passed some time on the beach with an occasional aquatic fox trot 
and over the next few days we acquired a fairly good tan adjourning 
each afternoon to the pleasures of our own private heated indoor 
pool.  

One day she asked me to take her fishing so we went to a good beach, 
nearby, and caught some mackerel.  I took a stove with us, and the 
first pair I gutted and washed in the sea.  We had the freshest fish 
possible as we sat on the beach.  While she was cooking them I caught 
another three and soon had two of them in the smoker.  After the food 
she was delighted when she caught three on one trace but she wasn't 
too keen on my making her unhook them after I'd shown her how to do 
the first one.

We lazed the rest of the day on that beach, with the waves pounding 
on the shore.  I smoked the rest of the catch and later the first 
smoked fish had cooled and we had them for tea with a salad.  Another 
perfect day...  Another perfect night...

She seemed sad the next morning and I couldn't help thinking of the 
coming end to our holiday.  This made me feel more than a little sad.  
I asked what was wrong but all she said was "Nothing." and tried to 
force a smile.

A little later I asked what she'd like to do and in a quiet voice she 
said, "can we go home."  I felt devastated.  When she looked at me 
she explained, there's a whole house there waiting for us and I'd 
like to be alone with you for the rest of the holiday.

We packed everything in the van and left the campsite.  As we left 
Clive came out to see if there was anything wrong and I said that 
we'd had to cut our stay short due to business.  He wished us a safe 
journey and said he looked forward to seeing us again next year.

The journey passed un-eventfully and when we stopped we just sat in the back or sometimes the front and gloried in each other's company.

Back home we unloaded the van and stored everything away and set 
about a meal.  The evening passed without the television getting 
turned on; we got very turned on.  Most of the evening was spent in 
the bath with a few snacks alongside to keep our strength up.  The 
mood continued into the night and again we fell into an exhausted 
dreamless sleep.

Next morning Juliet was up and awake before me.  At the breakfast 
table she seemed to have something on her mind and since my previous 
attempts to gain information in this area had failed I waited to see 
if she would tell me of her own accord.

She sat across the table from me, in silence, for ten minutes after 
we'd finished breakfast.  Then appeared to reach a decision.

"John.  Can I ask you a favour?"  She asked.

"Of course you know that if there's..." She silenced me with a kiss.

"Don't say any more till you've heard what it is," she said, then 
after a pause she continued, "Can I move in here with you?"

The question floored me.  I'd love to have just said yes.  Every 
fibre of me wanted to say yes.

"What about your mother?" I asked.

"She won't mind," she said.

I could see myself saying to Lorraine that I was having an eighteen-
year-old girl move in with me.  She'd probably made a few (no - a lot 
of) coarse remarks and end up saying something like 'she'll kill you 
so have fun while she does it'.

But I suspected that when she knew that the girl in question was 
her's, she'd have a different view.

"I'm not so sure about that." I said.

"Well I'm eighteen now so I can do what I like and she can't stop 
me."

"Maybe she can't but as she lives next door and she can make things a 
bit uncomfortable."

"Well I know I can talk mum round.  She'll be glad to get rid of me."

I knew that there'd been a bit of confrontation lately but it sounded 
as if things had been getting worse than I thought.

"Is this why you want to move in here; to get away from home?" I had 
to ask the question.

She looked shocked and rather hurt that I'd think such a thing.

"No of course not"

"I that case, why don't we go the whole hog and get married?"  I 
asked.

Now it was her turn to wear a shocked expression.

Finally she said "No. If we're still together in a years time and you 
ask me again I'll say yes but until then we just live together."

"Okay but lets break it to your mum gently."

"Okay."  She agreed.

Later that day we started moving her things in. 


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