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Friday, July 30, 2004

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Our First Threesome [MFF]
Received 11/2002


It had been quite a party. My wife and I finally called it a
night and headed upstairs. Mandi showered first and I followed
suit, letting the water wash away the cigar smoke and bourbon
perfume that I seemed to have bathed in. The hot water was just
what I'd needed to clear my head and wind me down after the
evening's festivities.

I walked into the bedroom to the pleasantly surprising sight of
Mandi curled up in the middle of our kingsized bed, wearing only
a pair of stockings and reading from her collection of erotica.

"Hello there sexy", I said. "This was unexpected. Liquor
generally knocks you out for the count, and I saw how many you
had tonight."

"I know", Mandi replied with a giggle. "But tonight...well,
tonight it's just made me..."

"Horny?" I laughed.

"That's it!"

"My lucky day!" I said, as I slid onto the bed next to her.

I kissed her and my hands went immediately to her stockingclad
legs. Mandi knows what a hosiery fetish I have, and she often
obliges me with a pair of stockings or pantyhose in bed. We
kissed again and she slipped back down onto her pillow. She
lifted her book and started reading again as I caressed her
legs and feet.

We stayed that way, stroking, fondling and kissing one another
for a while until Mandi stretched, arched her back and dropped
her book aside. She spread her legs wide, giving me the first
real look I'd had tonight at her beautiful pussy. I fell between
her thighs, kissing them lightly just above her stockings.

My mouth moved upward until I reached her pussy, and I began a
slow deep kiss. Mandi reached down and spread herself with two
fingers, and I started to tongue her already swollen clit ever
so lightly. Her soft moans told me that I was on the right track,
and I lingered there gladly, running my tongue the length of her
lips, down and then up again.

I love everything about Mandi's pussy: the look, the taste, the
scent. We both knew that I would be there for a while, working
her carefully toward the edge of her climax, then backing off
until it was safe to start all over again. We were so involved
that we never even heard the door open as Shannon walked in.

Shannon was one of the three guests who had decided not to risk
the drive home, but instead to spend the night here at our lake
house, and drive back tomorrow. She had come to the party as the
guest of a friend, and we hardly knew her.

"I'm sorry", she whispered as she sat on the bed. "I went
downstairs, and I must have gotten turned around. I thought that
this was my room. I can see now that I was wrong..."

Mandi and I sat there wondering just how to reply to this
stranger who had interrupted our lovemaking in the most personal
manner. We were stunned into silence.

"Maybe I got the right room after all?" she half asked and half
stated, as she untied her robe and let it fall open, exposing
her breasts. Her nipples were hard and erect.

Mandi and I were by no means swingers. In all our years of
marriage, we had never had a sexual encounter with anyone else.
Sure, we had talked about what it would be like to have sex with
another person involved, but it had always seemed far too
complicated, and more of a risk than we were willing to take
with our relationship.

BUT... This situation presented the perfect opportunity. We had
both agreed that it would have to be a single encounter with
someone that neither of us had any kind of friendship with. Enter
Shannon: just add alcohol and there you go.

"Maybe," I finally replied. I returned to Mandi's pussy and
found it still soaked... even more than a few moments ago.

Mandi just kind of laughed, and spread her legs even wider.
Shannon began to softly stroke Mandi's leg as she spoke again.

"Ooh, I love the feel of stockings... so soft and sheer..."

I couldn't believe what was happening, but at that point I was
in no mood to contest the situation.

I continued to go down on Mandi. Shannon was planting small
kisses on her stomach. Her hands slowly ran up and down Mandi's
leg. As Shannon's kisses came closer to Mandi's soaking pussy,
I moved up, resting next to Mandi.

I kissed her deeply and asked her if she was sure about this.
Her answer came in a wideeyed smile as Shannon's lips found her
clit. Mandi reached over and took my stiff cock in her hand,
slowly stroking it and fondling my balls. She was clearly
enjoying the touch of another woman.

"I want to suck your dick while she's going down on me," Mandi
whispered. Who was I to argue?

I moved up into a sitting position and Mandi's head rolled into
my crotch. Her hand kept playing with my balls as she took my
dick into her mouth. All the while, her hips were grinding in
a slow rhythm with Shannon's mouth.

At first, Mandi took me in slowly, then faster and deeper. I
thought I was going to explode right then. Here was my beautiful
wife sucking my dick like a mad woman, while another woman was
eating her out. It was incredible.

After a few excruciating minutes, Mandi took her mouth from my
cock and kissed me.

"I want to taste her. Now," Mandi insisted.

With a quick, and fairly well coordinated shift of positions, we
ended up with Shannon lengthwise in the bed, my wife between her
legs and me on the right. I made sure that I had a view of
Shannon's pussy. I wouldn't miss the sight of my wife kissing a
pussy for anything in the world.

Before Mandi's lips found Shannon, she took my hand and we both
stroked Shannon's wetness. Mandi took my glistening finger into
her mouth, sucking off Shannon's juices, and then started kissing
Shannon's pussy softly.

Shannon was squeezing her own tits, rolling the nipples between
her thumbs and forefingers. It was obvious from her breathing
that she was close, and that she wouldn't last long.

I moved in behind Mandi and lifted her hips off the bed. I slid
my dick into her, and started a steady rhythm of thrusting. I
felt Mandi's hand reach beneath herself as she worked Shannon's
clit faster and faster with her mouth and other hand.

The reaction started with Shannon, who began to buck her hips
against Mandi's face, and also twining her fingers in Mandi's
hair. Shannon came with a loud moan, which triggered Mandi's
own climax.

Mandi's pussy was working hard against my groin as my balls
slapped against her wet flesh. She twisted and writhed as she
came, and that sent me over the edge as well. I spewed my come
deep inside my wife's pussy, and we all fell apart, twitching
and laughing.

Shannon stood, pausing to give Mandi a quick kiss on her cheek.

"Thanks guys, that was nice. Let's do it again sometime, ok?"

With that she slipped out the bedroom door as quickly and
quietly as she had entered. Mandi and I kissed and broke into
laughter as the reality of what had just happened began to sink
in.

"Well, that was different," I said. "What did you think?"

Mandi took my limp cock in her hands and said, "I think that I
liked it! Maybe nexgt time you can fuck Shannon while she eats
me again. Now... let's talk about it while we fuck."

Man, what a great night!



Let me know what you think about the story of our experience.
Reply to strigoi13 I hope you enjoyed it.

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Wednesday, July 28, 2004

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Sunday, July 25, 2004

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{The Paganist} Juliet 3/16 (Mf)


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.

I would appreciate any feedback on this story, even flaming
(at least you've taken the trouble to download the story
and read it).

The Paganist (the.paganistukonline.co.uk)



Juliet

by The Paganist


Chapter 3

A Pleasant Trip

The only possible choices were
Do without the pill. (use condoms or some other method)
Forgo sex. (non-starter)
Try and explain to some unknown doctor or chemist that this
apparently 12 year-old girl and a thirty year-old man
needed them in a hurry. (?????)
Forget the holiday and go home. (maybe)
Take a trip home and get them (160 mile round trip of
countryside motoring)

We decided to take a trip home.

I threw some clothes on and loaded the van with the valuables and
things I thought we might need for the journey. I also thought it
would be a good idea to take the wet clothes that we'd accumulated as
we may be able to pop them in the spin dryer or even the tumble dryer
if time allowed.

Juliet appeared wearing a dress similar to the dress that Judy
Garland wore in The Wizard of Oz but green and showing a lot more
leg. She still had her hair in plats.

We drove for several miles before the rain started to dry up and the
weather looked a lot more settled. I stopped in a small town and we
popped into a supermarket for some food and some aluminium foil.

With a couple of carrier bags of shopping we returned to the van and
continued our trip. I was determined to make this as enjoyable as
possible.

Finding a nice parking place in the country with a view of a nearby
lake we stopped for a picnic. I wrapped some of the pies in foil and
placed them on the hot engine. We took a little walk around the
lake. The weather was now turning sunny and Juliet, with that
'innocent little girl' look, was a sight to behold. It was sheer
pleasure to walk with my arm around her waist, feeling the sway of
her hips and every movement of our bodies in tune as we walked.

Back at the van we made coffees with a flask of hot water and
retrieved the pies, which were now hot, from the engine. Taking
these into the back of the van we relaxed in the back where I'd
installed some wooden storage boxes that doubled as bench seats.
This was a very pleasant picnic. The sight of Juliet was as much a
tonic for the eyes as the previous night had been for other parts
that had fallen into disuse.

When I suggested that it was time to continue our journey she agreed
and came to where I was sitting on the bench. Sitting on my lap she
hung her arms around my neck and gave me one of those deep soul
kisses. I held her there with a hand around her lower back and the
other across her knees on her bare leg. As the kiss deepened my hand
moved slowly up her leg till it reached the place where her panties
weren't. I broke the kiss and she stood giggling. Before I could
say or do anything she'd left and was walking round to the passenger
seat. I followed, to the driver's seat, a minute or two later when
I'd got my bearings again.

Continuing our way home I had a series of glimpses of leg as she curled
up on the passenger bench seat, sat with her feet on the dash, spread
her legs as she 'innocently' rubbed the inside of her leg just around
the hem of the skirt and once asked if I could see 'a rash or
something around here'. This last nearly caused an accident which
stopped her antics going any further though I couldn't help wondering
how many more she had left in her repertoire. This last thought also
caused a brief swerve as I realised that the van was wandering; just
like my mind.

She suggested that I was getting tired and should stop for a coffee
or something at the next parking place.

With relief I stopped and we went in the back to make coffee. I knew
that I had to settle my mind or we wouldn't get home. Every move she
made seemed seductive. Sitting on the bench seat and watching her
make the coffees she was literally my dream girl; in fact she was
better than my dream girl since my dreams never went this far.

Handing me my coffee she sat beside me. We sat in silence while we
drank.

Coffee finished she took the cups and wiped them out with a paper
towel before repacking them. She stood between my legs and kissed me
then said, "I'm sorry for teasing you. I promise I'll make it up to
you later."

I drove off having a damn sight more trouble concentrating than I had
before we stopped.

The rest of the journey was spent chatting about anything and
everything and listening to music; like me she was a traditional jazz
fanatic.

Arriving home she slipped indoors to her house to retrieve her pills
while I slipped into my house to do the honours with the clothes, and
looked to see what I could do about raising a meal for two.

Juliet soon entered (still wearing that dress) and I asked whether
she fancied a take-away. She thought it was a great idea and
insisted on paying (which took me by surprise). She 'phoned the
order through for collection half an hour later.

It was now early evening and I suggested that it might be better to
stay there the night and return to the campsite in the morning. That
way I could run the washing machine and end up with dry clothes (I
had one of those combined washer dryers). She thought that it was a
great idea.

The take-away was in a small group of similar shops near the pub.
She insisted that I stay in the van while she collected the meal.
Since I would have felt a louse for letting a woman pay (I'm one of
the old school), and I didn't want an argument in the shop, I agreed.

She soon returned with two small paper carrier bags. We went back
home.

Table set we set about our meal, sitting opposite each other, in
silence. Although there was no conversation there were plenty of
looks. She really was a sight. I thought of those words 'I'll make
it up to you later'. I was still wondering what she had in mind.

Food gone I cleared away the crockery and made coffee while she
excused herself and disappeared to the bathroom (which was a combined
bathroom and toilet).

When she returned we adjourned to the lounge and the television while
the washing machine and the dishwasher did the hard work. I sat in
'my' armchair and she sat on my lap in a little girl pose, which I'd
come to recognise as the precursor of something coming.

She asked "Do you like oysters?"

"I don't know I've never tried them. Why?"

She reached into the bag that the food had been in and pulled out a
smaller bag.

"I bought two dozen while I was at the shops."

She proceeded to demonstrate how it was done and feed me with two
oysters for every one that she had herself.

Oysters gone she asked if I minded if she had a bath. I said 'okay'
and she stood and took my hand and lead me to the bathroom where the
bath was already full of water (I hadn't seen her do that). She
undressed me savouring every minute (and driving me wild) and then
slipped out of her dress.

Her plats were unbraided in seconds and she banded her hair in a high
ponytail.

She led me into the bath and as soon as I was down in the water,
settled on top of me in that little girl pose straddling my legs and
hips. The bathroom had mid blue walls and seemed to emphasise her
face bounded by red hair, pulled tightly back, milky white skin and
exciting girlish features. With a little giggle from Juliet we
started washing each other.

I had the feeling that this wasn't the first time that she'd thought
about this.

I know it wasn't the first time that I'd thought about it and it
certainly wouldn't be the last. From now on my erotic dreams would
always be a damn sight more erotic.

As I washed her breasts (which I paid particular attention to) I
could see and feel that they were perfect little mountains of flesh
pushing directly forwards and very firm there was hardly any give in
them. The nipples were standing out about half an inch and were very
sensitive. As soon as my fingers came near the nipples she would
writhe and her breathing would increase. I pulled her to me slipping
one arm around the curve at the bottom of her back and as she came
forward the other arm slipped underneath her so that I held her as a
small child to bring her breast to my mouth. Her arms slid around my
head to help push her nipple into my mouth. She was a writhing mass
in my arms. As I lowered her down my body I felt myself slip into
her and she was instantly in the throes of climax. As she came down
from her climax and I slid deeper into her we kissed and I was
emptying the pent-up anticipation, the results of the teasing, the
delivery of the promise, and the obedience to her demands, into her
as deeply as I could manage. The shock of this triggered another
climax in her and I could not only feel those wonderful, strong
muscles in action again but also the hot lubricant encouraging even
deeper penetration and demands for my seed. This was happening while
we were in a deep kiss with tongues entwined and the feedback hit me
with the force of a pile driver.

As we lay there still in that position I could feel the occasional
heave as my body tried to deposit even more inside her. Each heave
was rewarded with a little jump of her body and a twitch of her
vaginal muscles, which of course caused the next heave. Both our
bodies out of control we lay there for many minutes before there was
any semblance of coherent movement.

As she straightened up I was treated to a view of myself buried
deeply within that beautiful body. The long ponytail swaying down
her back as she still made occasional little jumps and clenches. The
lips of her vagina stretched around my manhood. The sight was so
erotic that even in my current state I became erect within her once
again.

The giggle and squirm told me that she'd noticed.





2001 by The Paganist. Duplication without
changes or omissions is permitted for personal,
non-profit use. All other rights are reserved.
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