{The Paganist} Juliet 16/16 (Mf)


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                     Juliet

                by The Paganist


                   Chapter 16

             The Start of Freedom

Over the next few months Dave bought a house nearby and Adrienne 
moved in with him.  We saw less of them during the week but weekends 
we always got together at one house or the other.  After about two 
months we found that Terry had moved in with Lorraine and all seemed 
well with the world.  

Occasionally the six if us would get together for a party, usually at 
our house and usually in the pool.  We had some good times but there 
was no swapping of partners and there was never even a suggestion of 
that; I think we were all too contented with our partners and our 
sex-lives to even think of it.

Dave had landed a management job with a supermarket chain and after 
training would have to travel during the week.  Adrienne wasn't too 
keen on that but at least he'd be home weekends and she was prepared 
to bite the bullet.

We'd told Adrienne that she was always welcome to stay with us so 
there was no need for her to be alone unless that was what she 
wanted.

Our sex life had settled into a contest to keep each other going as 
long as possible instead of a contest to kill each other with massive 
overdoses of sheer pleasure.

Juliet had been promoted to P.A. to a division head and may have to 
travel with him occasionally.  I was also less than keen on this but 
it wouldn't be very often and I thought that when it did happen I 
could probably do with the rest and I'd look forward to her return 
and the evenings that would follow it.

When summer arrived Juliet and I got engaged.  Dave and Adrienne 
decided also to get engaged and we decided to make it a double 
wedding.  The spirit must have been in the air because a week later 
Terry and Lorraine also decided to get married and we decided to make 
it a triple wedding.

We celebrated our respective engagements with another pool party.  
And plans were laid for the weddings.

Dave and Terry wanted to have a massive joint stag party and the 
girls were to have a similar massive hen party.  I wasn't keen on the 
stag party.  I'd had a stag party the first time I was married and it 
wasn't a good move.  The day of the wedding I had a hangover that 
ruined the day for both my wife and myself and I wasn't about to make 
the same mistake again.

Events were dictated by circumstances in the end.  Juliet had to go 
on her first trip with her boss and Dave had to take up his first 
weeks visit in the north.  They both left on Monday and it looked 
like being a boring week.  I was feeling a little panic at the 
thought that with Juliet abroad she may have been unable to get back 
for the wedding.

Adrienne came to stay for the week.  She had the same worries as I 
was feeling and we decided to worry together.

In the evening that first night we had dinner and sat down to watch 
television and relaxed on the couch.

The television had nothing to offer for entertainment so I turned the 
video on.

"I hope that this is Monday night," came Juliet's voice form the box, 
"but since you wouldn't go to the stag party we decided to bring the 
party to you.  Have fun."  With this she blew a kiss and was gone 
from the screen.

I was a little puzzled when Adrienne said "This time I'm your 
present."

She threw her arms around my neck and was kissing me passionately 
(and I was similarly responding).  She giggled at my stunned look and 
started to explain.

Dave wanted to have children but he thought that he might not be able 
to have them.  If he couldn't have them himself, the next best thing 
would be for his brother to be the father of his child.  So they'd 
fixed up this little ruse to get the two of us together for the week.  
She was going to be my stag party and I would be her hen party, and 
hopefully the father of her child.

Then with mock eagerness she said, "When can we get started?  This is 
our last chance so I don't want to waste time talking when there's 
much better things we can be doing."  With this she lifted her dress 
over her head and was naked in front of me.  She pulled me slowly to 
my feet and undressed me as if she were savouring every minute of it.

When I was naked she pushed me down onto the couch and sat across my 
legs in that way that I loved so much.  I was erect and inside her 
before I'd realised it and I was enjoying every second.  There was 
something about knowing that this woman wanted me to impregnate her 
that excited me more than anything I had experienced with her before.  
As she rode me the view was wonderful.  Her head back and her eyes 
closed in a look of concentration as the sensations of each were 
amplified by the other. The look of her was driving me wild with pure 
lust and this lustiness was making her even more wanton in her 
display.  When I drove myself up into her she drove herself down and 
I felt the unmistakeable feel of myself bottoming out within her.  
She screamed with ecstasy as she felt me hitting her depths harder 
than ever before.  The sensations of her vagina sucking on me and the 
mixing of fluids the rippling within her made me hit another climax 
immediately and I drove even harder into her penetrating her cervix.  
Her reaction to this new unexpected invasion was to immediately 
climax again and I could feel the tight ring within her vagina clasp 
at me with almost painful force.

She collapsed on top of me while I was still inside her.  I waited 
for her to awaken and we moved to the pool.  Adrienne loved to be 
taken from behind and each time she'd hump back at me so hard that I 
could feel myself bottom out but I tried hard not to hit too hard in 
case there was some sort of damage (I didn't know whether this was 
possible).

When we went to bed she wanted me to take her on her face as I'd done 
that night a long time ago.  Of course I obliged and when we were in 
full swing, and Adrienne was starting to make the little squealing 
sounds that always preceded her scream of passion, Lorraine and Terry 
came in with a video camera.

"This is the first part of the wedding video." They explained.  

Adrienne also liked an audience and was spurred on to greater depths 
of pure animal lust and what could I do but follow.

By the end of the week my legs were as unresponsive from 
overexertion, as they had been through alcohol, the first time I was 
married.

The last night I again went to sleep buried deep inside her and was 
woken by her humping back in the same way that Juliet did every 
morning.  Adrienne climaxed five times without waking.  I knew that 
I'd done my best to get this young woman pregnant and despite the 
fact that she was soon to be my sister-in-law I loved her very much.  

The next day we were all married.  Juliet and I had a quiet honeymoon 
at home and over the following years we had a good life and we had 
two children (a boy and a girl).  Adrienne and Dave lived in bliss.  
Adrienne delivered a boy and whether the father was Dave or me we 
never knew (or cared).  Lorraine and Terry had four girls and decided 
to stop trying for a boy.  Two years later they had one anyway by 
accident.  The pool sometimes gets pretty full with six adults and 
eight kids but we all still enjoy ourselves.

It's strange to think that none of this would have happened if it 
weren't for that camping trip that I had been dreading.



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