{The Paganist} Minding the Girls (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.
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another group. Leave us alone. If you do read this and
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The Paganist (the.paganist@ukonline.co.uk)
Minding the Girls
by The Paganist
Chapter 6
One by One
When I awoke the following morning, I felt great! I had slept
all night with these two lovely young ladies, without incident. Not
even a dream!
At this point Mr. Brain did a quick review of recent past links
with this feeling, and was told to get knotted. I now knew that I
was in control.
It gradually dawned on me that there were only two of us in the
bed. I turned over and gently put my arm round Elaine. I felt her
perfect small breasts with a nipple that hardened immediately at my
touch. Mr Problem changed his name to Mr Bestfriend in a very fast
deed poll!
If only I could get Collette to slow down! She seemed to
regard it all as a race. Get on before Elaine; bring me off (and
herself of course) as soon as possible. The objective of this it
seemed was that the sooner Elaine was on the sooner she'd be off -
then it would be 'her turn' again.
As I lay there with these thoughts flitting through my mind a
snuggle back reminded me that it wasn't very honourable to make love
to one girl whilst thinking of another.
This was going to be MY fantasy!
She was purring very softly. Still asleep I wondered how far I
could arouse her without waking her up. I started gently stroking
her over the entire reachable length of her body. Through the satin
nightdress I could feel every little indentation of her body. The
silky, smooth nightie made it feel far sexier than if she'd been
naked. She was now mewing softly almost like a little kitten. As
my hand passed once again over her erect nipple she responded with a
tiny jump and a little giggle. She was awake. Damn!
Still with my eyes closed and luxuriating in my fantasy I drew
her even closer causing her to respond by squirming back against me.
You know those news clips where some building or chimney has to
be demolished because it has become unsafe. The charges go off and
the whole thing seems to collapse in slow motion, taking sometimes
minutes to end up as a pile of rubble. Well just stand this young
nymph there by the rubble and I'll swear she'd have it standing
taller and stronger than ever in seconds! She could cause mass
unemployment in the construction industry! Include her sister and
they'd make it worldwide!
Mr. Bestfriend was ready for some serious action! As I nestled
my face against the back of her neck I could smell her hair. Her
breathing was ragged and fast. I may have been still practically a
virgin but I didn't need a doctor's report to tell me that she was
REALLY excited. I reached over with my free hand and moving her
hair kissed the back of her neck. The squirming became so urgent
that I thought she was going to climax right there and then. Trying
to keep her on the brink I eased off.
After a couple of seconds her breathing settled and she settled
into the game. With another tiny giggle, that said she was really
enjoying this, she turned over and gently pushed me onto my back.
To my surprise she started to kiss my chest. Then working
steadily up she suddenly detoured towards my nipple. All this time
she was working her body over mine with a very gentle writhing
motion. Mr Bestfriend was standing at full attention ready for
action.
After sucking my nipple for a while (if you think that this
isn't erotic - you've never tried it) she changed direction again
and started working down. Mr. Bestfriend was going nuts.
Reaching my navel she stopped and gently writhed up to kiss me
full on the lips before leaving a trail of little kisses along my
jaw till she reached my ear. I could feel her breath in my ear as
she alternately nipped and sucked on my earlobe. With another trail
of kisses and nips she made her way across to my other ear where she
repeated the kissing, sucking and nipping. With her hot breath in
my ear I'd joined Mr. Bestfriend ages ago and we were both going
nuts! A voice in my ear very close said "Morning lover."
It was Collette's voice.
Remember those old black and white films? Usually set in
London about, or soon after, the end of the war? A man is in
soldiers uniform, in a trench or basement or whatever, he's wearing
old fashioned headphones and a chest microphone and he's sweating as
he tries to defuse the bomb. It starts ticking. Each tick takes
longer than the last until it seems that each tick is about a minute
- if this was a Hitchcock film it'd probably accompanied by a few
discordant violins that sound like a tom being neutered without the
benefit of anaesthetic. The screen goes blank... Now like me you've
probably always thought that nobody could possibly know just how the
man feels in those last few seconds. Well your wrong... I know...
Never mind the man I even know how the bloody tom feels!
Mr. Bestfriend was frantically packing for the holiday he
suddenly remembered he urgently needed. I lay waiting for this
carnivorous female to ease my passing from this world. In the
stretched out time span that followed images of children playing
football with a live grenade or chasing a pack of hungry lions with
a short stick flashed through my mind together with an overall
thought of "Well there are worse ways to go..."
I lay there waiting to be dispatched.
Nothing happened.
I waited.
Still nothing happened.
I opened my eyes.
She was still there but was now looking down to where Mr.
Bestfriend had once been.
"Oh are you still feeling under the weather uncle Mike?"
"Err.. Yea.. A little" I temporised.
If you've played about with electrics from time to time you've
probably had that experience when you've got both your hands deep
inside surrounded by wires and connections and you notice the power
light is still on. All you've got to do is get your hands out
without getting a shock. You never do.
"What you need is a nice relaxing bath. Shall I run it?"
After I'd kissed her (I couldn't help it after that) I said,
"Yes please."
She slipped out of the bed and tornadoed out in the direction
of the bathroom.
While the water was running I reflected on just how badly I'd
misjudged Collette. She certainly had started to develop a figure -
I'd noticed that on day one when I was trying hard not to notice it.
And as for this morning... She'd shown a sensual, loving, caring side
of herself that I hadn't even suspected. I was comfortable again!
The sound of the water being turned off and a swishing of water
brought me out of my reverie.
At the appearance of Collette breezing into the room Mr.
Bestfriend decided to cut short his holiday. She really was a
beautiful young lady standing there still in her white satin
nightie. It gave her a virginal appearance that belied her true
nature.
The brief flicker of a smile on her face told me that the new
state of refreshment in Mr Bestfriend had not gone unnoticed.
She insisted on helping me to the bathroom 'just in case' where
she helped me into the bath. The water was just right.
Settling me down she asked if there was anything she could get
me.
At my "No thanks" she slipped the straps of her nightie from
her shoulders and stepped in with me. I hadn't been prepared for
this and if it hadn't been for some residual feelings of frustration
from earlier I think Mr. Bestfriend would have been off on holiday
again!
She sat across my hips (pinned me down) and leaning forward
putting her hands on my shoulders. Just as I was about to resurrect
the 'I don't feel well' line she started massaging.
"Here does this help?" She asked. The rocking motion caused
by the massaging of my shoulders was causing a massage lower down.
Before I could interpret which end she was trying to 'help' she cut
off any chance of reply with a full and sensuous kiss.
All of this of course had Mr. Bestfriend at full (and I do mean
full) attention.
As the rocking motion increased she soon had Mr. Bestfriend
under arrest and exactly where she wanted him. Hell it was where we
all wanted him!
Now you'll remember that this morning I'd tried to keep her on
the brink. Well this kid was a fast learner. Half an hour later I
was still on the brink! She had gone through several orgasms (I
lost count after four) but she had timed each one perfectly so that
each one left me a hairs breadth short before letting me down again.
She'd probably have kept me there too, but the rustling sound
alongside finally penetrated my excuse for a brain and I turned to
see Elaine standing there.
For a split second I felt like someone who's been caught in mid
sexual encounter with his wife when his girlfriend walks in!
Now several things happened in very fast succession.
Elaine's face still had the glow from yesterday together with a
wonderful 'Mona Lisa' smile (I needn't feel that I'd been cheating).
She was now wearing a 'baby doll' nightie; one of those that you
almost couldn't see through. It almost covered the tops of her
legs. The effect was reinforced by her short, slim stature, long
legs and her developing figure. In short she looked like a
paedophiles wet dream.
Her breathing was short and fast. I realised that we were her
own private porno show (and she obviously found it a very exciting
one).
All this coupled with Collette's latest climax, which was even
more noisy than usual. The sensation (and I do mean sensation) of
her vaginal muscles spasming and that warm flow that followed. Mr
Bestfriend complete with all helpers was suddenly depositing that
load that he'd been trying to deposit for the last thirty minutes,
just as Collette was starting to come down from her climax. The
sensation of Mr. Bestfriend going off in such a violent manner
caused Collette to climax again immediately. This in turn made Mr.
Bestfriend without even a pause return the compliment. Collette was
flailing wildly before she passed out. The lights started to dim.
Somewhere beside me there was a muffled thump as even Elaine hit the
floor!
When we'd all returned to consciousness we returned to the bed
for a well-needed rest. We didn't even consider trying to dry off
first and there wasn't even a single word spoken. We just helped
each other up and flopped down on the bed - totally exhausted and
relaxed.
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