{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
find yourself getting uncomfortable, that's your problem.

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          The Paganist  (the.paganist@ukonline.co.uk)


                      Minding the Girls

                       by The Paganist


                         Chapter 13

                       Mother's Day

     The following day seemed to settle into a rather gloomy one.  
The previous day's mood of making hay while the sun shines and 
unbridled sex seemed a long way off.

     When breakfast was finished I 'phoned the hospital for the 
latest news on the expected time of Susie's discharge.

     Finding that it would be in the early afternoon we set about 
getting ready. 

     After picking Susie up we drove home in a slightly sombre mood 
and she was installed in the bedroom.  Elaine fetched another giant 
suitcase of clothes for her and She was soon settled.

     Taking advantage of the sun we all set about sunbathing in the 
garden.  The girls were soon in the pool and spirits starting to rise 
I was on the blanket again in my shorts while Susie was on the 
lounger.

     As I lay there thinking of the previous day's sessions I 
couldn't help letting things 'grow out of proportion.'  In fact one 
particular thing was growing so much that I had to lay on my stomach.

     The girl's offer to rub oil on (practically before I had lain 
down) didn't help.  Susie had noticed and was trying hard 'not to 
notice'.

     The girls were trying to see how hard they could make things for 
me (a move that was not unobserved by Susie.  She had a smile that 
grew as other things grew.

     Eventually she told the girls to stop teasing and I thought that 
things were going to get really out of hand as first Collette then 
Elaine slunk over like lions stalking their prey.  

     Sending them back to the pool with a laugh she said that she was 
sorry but the girls were spoilt and used to getting what they wanted.  
My reply of "Yes" was also not passed over.

     She laughed, "I can see they've been playing up haven't they."

     There were enough close shaves in this to solve the problem.  So 
when Susie asked me to oil her I was only a little frightened that 
the problem may return.

     She was wearing a bikini and had rolled over for me to oil her 
back.  She soon slipped her arms back to unfasten the straps of her 
top.  The problem was back and I was in the position that, if I 
stayed where I was the problem was very close to her face, and if I 
straddled her back it would be close to something that would make it 
grow even more.

     The girls had stopped playing in the pool, and were watching 
with open interest.  As my discomfort grew their giggles became 
louder until it was obvious that Susie was aware of them.

     Susie turned over laughing and let her top drop where it would.  
She decided that she needed a siesta.

     I helped her to the bedroom with her arm around my neck - 
apposition that brought her ample breast very close to my face where 
I couldn't help but notice that her nipples were standing out and 
trying to compete with my erection lower down.

     Reaching the bed I thought I felt a little squeeze from the arm 
as she pressed her breast into my face.  The significance of this hit 
me like a thunderbolt.  But I must have been mistaken mustn't I?

     Helping her into bed I kissed her without thinking (or to be 
more exact thinking of something else).

     Feeling embarrassed I beat a hasty retreat.

     At the pool the girls were waiting for me and insisted that I 
get into the pool.  Yes they were naked and I soon joined them.  
After a little sex/love play we were all feeling better (and a lot 
more of each other).

     It was with a little regret that I called a stop to the fun as 
Susie may awake any minute.

     I arranged another barbeque (the girls were sure that mum would 
like it) and when Susie returned we all went into the garden for a 
pleasant evening in the warm, fragrant, air of summer.

     Around nine o'clock the girls decided that they had to go to bed 
(I thought they were trying to set mum an example) so the party broke 
up, the girls going to bed while Susie and I sat comfortably on the 
couch to watch television.  

     We all know that television is a fraud.  Incredible amounts of 
money are thrown into making programs so that we can all say "oh no 
not that again" or "call me when the news is over" and the ever 
popular "what's on the other sides".

     If the space program had been left in their hands they'd have a 
game where contestants threw stones at the moon to see 'who could get 
the closest for this weeks star prize - a fridge freezer.'

     So the program wasn't worth watching and I didn't want to try 
the video 'cause I couldn't remember where that damn porn video was.

     We'd slipped into a position where I was sitting and Susie was 
lying against me, then before I knew exactly how she was laying with 
her head on a cushion in my lap.  The conversation had passed from "I 
hope the girls haven't been too much of a handful." (I couldn't help 
a feeling of relief that they weren't there - and the passing thought 
- is she kidding)  through to "they've been planning this for a long 
time."

     My mind shot back to Elaine's comment of the previous night and 
I was lost in thought re-evaluating the events of the last few days 
and coming to unbelievable conclusions.  My thoughts raced around in 
a little world-of-their-own as my brain tried to make the best sense 
of this new information.

     When the brain is busy everything else still keeps working.  The 
heart keeps pumping, the lungs keep breathing, and everything goes 
onto automatic.

     Abruptly I came out of deep thought as Susie let out a little 
giggle.  My hand was on her breast and my finger was making little 
circles around her nipple.  I knew that I couldn't have been doing it 
long but she was clearly responding in a very positive and 
(considering that this was the early part) noisy way.  She was 
slightly writhing against my hand.

     I could see clearly the possible endings of Collette saying 
something like 'it's my turn next' or 'can I watch' or Elaine 
watching with disappointment as her boyfriend started humping her 
mother.

     Looking for a way out I tried gently moving my hand away until I 
realised where I was moving it to.  The expectation showed as she 
responded by moving the 'to' towards my hand, while she'd now started 
whining softly (but getting louder).

     I tried to back off or slow down a little to give me time to 
think.  The writhing and whining slowly increased and I still 
couldn't see a way out.  After thirty minutes or so she suddenly 
grabbed my hand and jammed it under her nightie were she obviously 
thought she needed it and started to shudder and scream in orgasm.  I 
frantically looked over to the door to see if the girls were going to 
come to see what the noise was about.  They were already there; they looked as if they'd been there for some time.

     They were naked.

     I felt a damn sight more naked than them.


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