{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.

     If you aren't old enough, bold enough or strong enough
to be in this group, then DON'T READ THIS!  Go away.  Visit
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 14

                      A Long Night's Day

     When she returned from orbit, Susie reached up, wrapped her arms 
around my neck, and kissed me passionately.  "God you don't know how 
much I needed that" she said.

     Just as I thought that their presence had gone unnoticed and 
they'd turned to quietly leave Susie said, "Come over here you two."

     When she saw them she said "perhaps you'd better put some 
clothes on first."  They looked a little relieved; I know I was very 
relieved.  

     We sat there waiting lapsing into our own thoughts (mine 
reverting to very heavy doors and keys) and it seemed a long time 
before the girls returned.  Colette was wearing the Barbie nightie 
and Elaine the long satin one.

     Had this been their father it would probably have worked and the 
subject would have been passed over. Or glossed over, or both.  
However mothers have a big advantage where girls are concerned - 
they've been there and done it and know the signs.

     "What were you doing there at the door?" 

     "You asked us..."

     "Don't play that game with me.  Now answer my question."

     "We heard you and thought that there was something wrong so we 
came downstairs."  I noticed that Elaine was cute enough to let 
Collette do the talking (the youngest always has a better chance in 
these situations).

     "And when you saw that there was nothing wrong, why did you 
stay?"  

     I had bad feelings about the whole direction that this 'chat' 
was taking.  The girls were silent.

     "Okay up to bed with you we'll continue this discussion later."

     This was sounding worse by the minute.

     The girls suitably chastened left for bed.

     As soon as they'd left there was that sort of verbal collision 
when we both said "Sorry."

     I was stopped dead in my tracks.  My mind raced back to Susie's 
words about planning.

     She looked at me and giggled again.  I think I'd better get some 
rest and leave you to think.  

     With these remarks she left for bed declining my offer of help.

     "Just get some rest."  She said.

     I could hear the voices upstairs that told me that this was the 
'later' that the discussion had been deferred to.  The voices 
continued without apparent upset or the shouting or crying that I 
thought was inevitable.  The television news was suddenly very 
interesting as I realised that I 'didn't want to know' what was going 
on.

     Ten minutes later I realised that the noises had stopped.  I 
still didn't want to know.

     I was still in this frame of mind when two little girls came and 
sat beside me on the couch.  They looked as though they'd been 
crying.  They put their arms around me for a cuddle and stayed in 
that position for several minutes without saying a word.  My excuse 
for a brain was a jumbled mass of feeling sorry for them, feeling 
worried about what Susie would think if she saw us in this position, 
feeling sorry for Susie who'd obviously begun to suspect what had 
been going on, and feeling sorry for myself for what I could see was 
going to happen.

     Seeing my mood the girls tried to cheer me up.  Collette sat on 
my lap (I think that little girls are born with absolute knowledge of 
how to handle a man) She sat me up and hugged me and started stroking 
my back with her hands.  This caused a gentle rocking motion which 
any mother will tell you is a good way to comfort anybody.  The 
rocking motion increased until it started to become a humping motion.  
Elaine started kissing me first with those soft sweet kisses and 
gradually increasing to passionate deep kisses.

     I couldn't believe that after what had transpired less than an 
hour before these two were back for more.  I was scarred stiff that 
Susie might come in any minute.

     Lorry drivers sometimes have trouble finding the right gear 
given the wide choice available.  I was having trouble finding the 
one that linked my brain to my mouth.

     In a whispered voice I asked what they thought they were doing.  
Their mum was upstairs and we needed to do exactly what she said for 
a while until we could see what she was going to do.  

     "Well she told us we had to make you feel comfortable." Said 
Collette with a very suggestive squirm and a giggle.

     There was a definite snicker from Elaine's direction.

     They stood and gently pulled me to my feet.  I asked where we 
were going.

     Well it's a lot more comfortable in bed." Said Elaine.

     Knowing that it would make no difference I allowed myself to be 
lead to bed.

     We tiptoed upstairs and into the bedroom.  The girls had me 
undressed in no time and had started their antics before I'd hit the 
bed.  

     I don't know whether it was a reaction to the earlier events but 
the girls were even more high-spirited (rampant nymphomaniacs) than 
before.  The excitement and danger of knowing that their mother was 
in the next room added to the thrill and together with trying to be 
quiet (the sort of trying that makes it ten times worse) the night 
passed blissfully slowly, but all too soon for us morning arrived.

     I awoke in the morning to the feel of Elaine (I could tell the 
difference now without even groping) humping back against me in the 
throws of climax (both hers and mine).  

     As my eyes opened I felt my heart jump into my mouth.  Susie was 
standing there watching us.  Elaine must have sensed something 
because she opened her eyes and shrieked "MUM!"

     Alongside Susie, Collette stood holding her hand like a little 
girl lost (milking it for all it was worth) the effect would have 
been better though if she'd remembered to put something on first.

     Susie was smiling (or was it grimacing or leering).

     After a while she said, "you two certainly make a picture 
together."

     I had to agree - the sort that they usually put in Sunday papers 
or on certain closed group pages on the Internet.

     Seeing that she didn't seem about to go ballistic I felt very 
relieved and this caused my shrinking erection to grow again - 
quickly - still inside Elaine.

     Despite the young girls embarrassment at being caught in 
flagrante delicto she couldn't help writhing back against me.  Susie 
laughed and said she'd be 'back in five minutes' then turning to look 
back at us from the door said, "Make that ten."

     Elaine said, "No make it twenty."  Causing Susie to dissolve 
into laughter.

     True to her word Susie came back ten minutes later and sat with 
Collette while we recovered in that warm afterglow of sexual 
satisfaction (although I still had a few million questions that I now 
felt needed answers).

     Elaine and I had a sheet thrown over us and Susie and Collette 
seemed quite happy to sit on the bed and talk as if it was the most 
everyday thing in the world to find a man in bed with your twelve-
year-old daughter.  Although we lay still I could occasionally feel 
Elaine clenching me with her vaginal muscles, as if she was reminding 
me that she was still there.  How could I possibly forget?  I still 
had my arm around her and could feel her nipple prodding against the 
palm of my hand which had, entirely of it's own volition, started 
clutching at those delectable little breasts.

     The sound of their voices was washing over me when I heard the 
hesitation in Elaine's voice.  The flow of conversation was 
interrupted and I felt her start humping back against me again.  
Susie's face took on a strange expression as Elaine went into her 
next orgasm (I'd lost count again).  

     As Elaine came down again Susie said, "Now I can see why he's 
looking so exhausted."  This brought on laughter from all of us.

     Collette misinterpreted her mother's words and before anyone 
could say anything, had skimmed out of her nightie and slipped into 
bed with us.

     Susie was dumbfounded as she drew me onto my back and climbed on 
top to mount me.  

     Not to lose her chance Collette did her skewering bit again (the 
picture of absolute wild abandon) and humped me through two orgasms 
of her own before I climaxed.

     Susie was still watching open mouthed when she'd finished.  I 
was ready for the attack that I felt sure was about to come when she 
said, "that was the most fantastic thing I've ever seen."  

     Slipping into bed with the rest of us she embraced us all in a 
four way hug before saying to me you'd better rest awhile I can see 
they've been taking advantage of you.




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