{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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The Paganist (the.paganist@ukonline.co.uk)
Minding the Girls
by The Paganist
Chapter 11
The Mistresses
When we arrived home from the hospital the girls decided
to "slip into something more comfortable" and ran upstairs.
Meanwhile I decided that I might as well change into my briefs
and a smile (it was a warm evening).
The girls were still upstairs when I returned to the
lounge so I switched on the television. After channel hopping
for a while I settled on the video and started looking through
the tapes that Collette had brought from home. Most of these
were unlabelled and hadn't been rewound.
I grabbed the first tape and rewound it (I'm a bit
finicky with video tapes). After what seemed like an eternity
the tape stopped and I pressed play.
It was some kind of cartoon (Bugs Bunny I think) so I
started to fast forward up the tape. It was all cartoons. At
the end I rewound the tape and tried the next.
I repeated the process with the next tape. Same result -
different cartoons.
The third tape was full of programs recorded from
children's television.
I was starting to realise just how young these young
ladies were. The programs seemed to be at odds with the way
they acted. I'd long since known that I liked young girls (as
a nineteen year old virgin any girls).
Noises on the stairs made me aware of how long the girls
had been gone. They were now coming downstairs laughing
softly.
When they came into the room they were trying not to
giggle. Looking at them I could see what the giggling had
been about.
Elaine was dressed in a Barbie nightie that was about two
sizes too small so that it stretched tight over her developing
body. Her hair was in plats and pulled tightly back.
Combined with her slim small frame and long legs she looked
about 6 or 7.
Collette wore a nylon pyjama top and had her hair brushed
in long wavy tresses. I think she may have worn make-up but
this was so well done that I couldn't tell for sure. Together
with her taller heavier frame she looked about 15 or 16.
They drew me over to the couch and sat me there (again I
had no say in the matter). I now saw that Collette was
carrying a thick folder. After arranging cushions as pillows
they lay me down and Elaine sat on my chest (making the
nightie ride up in a very interesting way.
Collette had now assumed control and was directing the
action. After a bit of shuffling to remove my shorts (they
were removed without any hesitation on my part) Collette
started telling Elaine what to do. She kept referring to the
folder but despite my asking wouldn't show it to me. Collette
was soon directing my side of the action and it seemed as
thought she'd spent the last 12 years as a porn film director.
I could see that Elaine was getting very turned on by the
whole thing and since I wasn't exactly turned off by it I went
along for the ride (sorry about that).
After an hour and a half and six orgasms (I was learning
to count) I finally erupted into Elaine I could feel her
tremble at my touch as her vaginal muscles were milking every
drop from me. She'd collapsed on top of me just at the right
time (that bit didn't need any directional help) and kissed me
just as we both hit tremendous simultaneous orgasms. Some
people will tell you that it's better to keep control.
They've not been doing it right.
We lay in each other's arms for about ten minutes
recovering. Collette slipped away to the kitchen to make
coffee (helping recovery). As soon as I could move properly I
slipped over to the table for a quick peek at the folder. I
was still there when she returned.
Seeing me looking at the folder she giggled. There was
page after page of drawings.
You're ahead of me again aren't you?
Each drawing was of me, Mr. Bestfriend (yes still
oversized), and either or both of the girls. There must have
been several hundred drawings. About half of them were
animated as the earlier drawing had been. I couldn't help
wondering where they'd all come from. Or when they'd all come
from. To cover my amazement (but not very well) I said, "You
have been busy haven't you?" The girls giggled.
We drank our coffee and the girls switched places, Elaine
directing the action and Collette acting the part of porn star
queen (a part to which she seemed well suited).
This time I only lasted one hour before emptying myself
into Collette (despite the fact that she was an expert at
keeping me on the brink).
She lost control, a fact, which I found even more erotic
than the thought that she had the control in the first place.
I felt myself hit her cervix and this triggered an even
greater response from her. I could feel her milking me, the
rippling of the walls of her vagina stroking every last drop
from me. The sensation of this caused an involuntary thrust
on my part just a she was riding down on me. The sensation of
entering her womb caused her to scream. First I thought it
was in pain but then I realised that it was in pleasure. The
feel of that vagina within a vagina clamping tightly around me
whilst holding me in and my seed going directly into her womb
caused me to ejaculate more than ever. The sensation was painful for me but I could not deny her anything.
The three of us were coming down from a high, that I
wouldn't have believed existed before, when I pointed out to
Collette that it was a good thing that she was on the pill.
Ten seconds later she and Elaine were in their bedroom
taking their pills. They'd forgotten to take any since they'd
arrived.
On returning downstairs I suggested we grab a snack and
go to bed. Elaine was extremely tired and decided to forgo
the food.
Collette and I followed less than five minutes later.
When we climbed into bed Elaine wasn't there. A quick
check and I found her in the other bedroom. I took this to as
a sign of her fear of getting pregnant. I left her there and
went back to my own (and it seemed Collette's bed).
I'd no sooner climbed in than Collette snuggled back in
that way she had. I felt her reach behind and slip Mr.
Bestfriend to where she thought was the right place.
"More?" I asked incredulously
She giggled that she was 'game if I was.' then added that
she'd always wanted to 'sleep with me inside her.'
The thought that she'd want to do this even knowing that
there was a chance that she might get pregnant was so arousing
that I felt obliged to fulfil both wishes. The pyjama top was
just the right length (or more to the point shortness) for the
task she had in mind. I couldn't help wondering who was in
control (hell who am I kidding it certainly wasn't me).
Three times during the night I awoke to find myself in
the throes of climax inside Collette. I don't know whether
she'd started humping me or I'd started humping her but each
time we ended humping each other. This was the longest,
shortest night I'd ever experienced. It seemed to go on
forever and yet it ended all too soon. In the morning I was
still inside her and she was very clearly happy with that
situation.
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