Message-ID: <3142eli$9708191353@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Francis Dashwood Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 2 Chapter 11 of 59 (ff/mf/Ff/Mf/inc,cons,nc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <199708190041.SAA09254@shaman.lycaeum.org> alt.stories.erotic Lauren Gisal Volume Two The following fiction portrays events that will be considered offensive to some people. Graphic scenes are described of sexual intercourse by teenagers, adults, with and without their consent. Later chapters deal with punishment. If you are offended by such material, or if you are considered a minor in your country, then delete this file. The author hereby permits the redistribution of the attached material on the understanding that it is not for financial gain and it is credited to the author, Francis Dashwood. Please do not request reposts of this material. Constructive criticism is welcomed. Chapter 11 The replacement of the police force in the north had been a bad move. The Nationalists had interpreted it as an undercover method of replacing the locally elected authority with soldiers who would do the government's dirty work. Students in the university towns of the north went on strike, and found some sympathy with those in the capital. Their demands escalated from the reinstatement of the police to better pay for state employees, a shorter working week and a minimum wage. The television reports were full of small riots, looting in the north and beatings of ringleaders. Lauren and Jamie felt sure that the situation had been mishandled, and groaned when state electricity workers threatened to work to rule, effectively banning overtime and posing the possibility of power outages . Outwardly, Lauren smiled and dismissed it lightly. Europe had it's periods of discontent, rarely lasting more than a few days and certainly manageable. But the sheer pace of escalation and the venom with which some of the interviewees spoke made Switzerland feel all the more like home. But while Rome burned, the children relaxed. Mr. Quintero arrived and taught them furiously for two days. Probably just enough to be able to morally claim his stipend. Lauren discarded her beautiful dressing gown, and when Elizabeth and Gustav were not at home (six days of the week) she would wander round in her bikini, with a cardigan (good old mum) over her shoulders when indoors. She delighted in the freedom, the sheer ease of getting up, pulling on two pieces of clothing and then being ready for the day. Jamie stared at her for the first morning and then took little notice. Lauren also made a promise to herself that she would get rid of her pale skin as soon as possible by sunbathing for at least an hour every afternoon once the sun had lost it's full force. Her tan had increased dramatically even during the first ten days of her stay, and she was proud of the difference in colour between her breasts and her stomach. She even started doing exercises, pull-ups in her bedroom. Thirty before breakfast, and another thirty at night. Each morning, she would slip out of bed, discard her clothes and lay down on the floor of her lounge. Cheating slightly with her toes under the TV table, she grunted and groaned as she pulled herself up and then flopped back against the soft cushion. That was there so that she didn't hurt her head if she became too enthusiastic. On Thursday morning, Lauren and Emma left Jamie at home and drove down to the doctor's house for her appointment. Elizabeth reiterated her admiration for the man, saying that she only wished more doctors would refrain from prescribing pills for every ailment and revert to more natural remedies. The receptionist recognised Emma and waved them both through. "He's not got anyone with him. Just knock and go straight in." Disinfectant hung in the air, warding off zealous inspectors. The doctor's surgery was similar to a million others in the world. It was clean, white and functional. Lauren and Emma sat next to him while he pulled up her records on a computer terminal. Lauren raised her eyebrows in admiration of his submission to technology. "Emma. Lovely to see you again! And you are?" Emma spoke to him in Spanish, and he switched to French. Or his version of it anyway. "Lauren." She was relieved to speak her language, but still found herself using simple words, and gesticulating a lot. "I'm au pair at the household. From Switzerland. Been here about ten days." she said loudly, holding up her fingers. "Welcome to Boquette. Now, Emma, what can we do for you today?" "I think I have a rash. I got it about four days ago, I think." "OK, now where is it?" "Down here" said Emma, pointing to her skirt. The doctor tapped quickly on his terminal. "OK, and does it hurt all the time?" "No, but when it does it's really warm. Not burning, just warm" "When you go to the toilet?" "No, any time" "OK, take your flip-flops off and jump up on the bed, then we can take a look." Lauren sat strategically opposite the bed as she watched Emma shuffle up onto the sheet, her legs dangling over the edge. She could see the little-girl shape of her young breasts and a hint of white knickers covering her mound where her skirt lay tight across her legs. She could also see the look of anguish on Emma's face as the two girls exchanged glances. The doctor rose and took her blood pressure, grunting as the air hissed out. He turned and tapped numbers into his terminal - clearly a recently acquired plaything. He examined her eyes, ears and mouth before breathing on his stethoscope and rubbing it on his shirt. He looked at her blouse. Emma sat calmly with her hands at her side, watching him with nervous interest. "Now, let's undo a few of these shall we?" he mumbled, popping three or four of the little buttons. Lauren could see her nipples and quickly glanced at the terminal as though thoroughly disinterested in the little girls budding breasts. The doctor pushed the material to one side with the stethoscope and listened as he gazed at the wall beyond. "Deep breath! In. And out. In, and out. Lovely." As he returned from his terminal once again, he guided her legs up onto the bed. "Lie down for a while and we'll check out the rest." Emma lay back, hands behind her head, her taut, tanned little breasts poking skywards, exposed to Lauren's gaze. The doctor prodded her stomach and undid the buttons a little more until the two halves of the blouse fell aside. He watched closely as he applied pressure just below her navel and removed his fingers, roving around the general area and pressing in her side. "That's good. Now let's move your skirt out of the way and have a look down here, shall we?" Emma squirmed on the bed as he pushed her skirt up over her thighs and rested it on her stomach. "OK, lift your bottom a little" he said as he tugged at her tiny briefs. He pulled them so that her pubic hair was just visible above the waistband. Turning to a cupboard, he got a pair of cream-coloured plastic gloves out of a big box and pulled them on. He prodded again, clearly causing some discomfort to Emma as she curled up her lip. Lauren caught a glimpse of the fair coloured hair that rose between her legs and looked away quickly as Emma caught her stare. "Does that hurt?" "A little. Not much" "OK, bottom up again." Her knickers came down to her knees and he ventured further, feeling the inside of her thighs and pushing his thumbs against her hip bones. Moving to the bottom of the bed, he pulled her knickers off the remainder of the way. "Can you look after these for me?" he asked, handing the knickers to her. Emma smiled thinly as he took her feet in one hand and pushed back towards her bottom, very gently parting her legs as her knees rose up into the air. "What a wonderful tan! You must have spent all summer outdoors! Have you been swimming?" "Yes, but only in the pool. Lauren wanted to take us to the beach but the tide was out so we came home." She raised her head to try and see what he was doing, resting on her elbows. Her face had reddened and she was clearly uncomfortable with the examination. She glanced at Lauren quickly who smiled back, giving her sympathy and encouragement. Emma could see him pressing against the hair above her pussy, and then slowly running her labia between his fingers. The fingers of his left hand separated her pussy lips while he took a small torch from his pocket and shone it over her, nodding and adding his own encouragement as he explored her damp pussy. He replaced the torch, and looking into the distance, he gently prodded the entrance to her vagina. "Ow!" "Does that hurt?" "A bit. It's just warm" He snapped off the gloves and pulled on another pair. "Face the wall, please" he said, pushing her away so that she had her back to Lauren. "Curl up in a ball" He pulled up the cheek to her bottom and squeezed a tube of jelly against her anus. He wiped it all around the tiny hole, occasionally pushing a little inside as Emma wriggled on the bed. "Deep breath now, please." Lauren breathed in with Emma as he slid his index finger an inch inside her. "Oh, please, that feels so ...." The doctor pulled out gently and probed the crinkled area, pressing around the opening and peering carefully at the reaction to his finger. "One more time, hold still, a little deeper now." Emma simply groaned, realising that protest would have little effect. His finger pressed firmly into her before twisting, exploring then emerging back into daylight. "OK, there's some inflammation. I'm going to check once more as deep as I can. Now, relax one more time" The doctor probed gently, waiting until her muscles relaxed against his finger, then pushed his latex finger deep inside her. She groaned, curling up tighter like a baby. As he probed, his free hand moved over her stomach, probing carefully, until his hand slid down, over her sparse pubic hair and pushed between her tightly clenched thighs. He pushed against her groin, forcing his finger deeper still into her rectum. "Oh, please! No more!" gasped Emma, her knuckles white as she gripped her knees tight against her chest. Slowly removing his finger, he pulled off the gloves again and threw them in the rubbish. "It's as I thought. I just want to confirm your temperature then we'll be done!" he said cheerfully. He took hold of her hips and swung her onto her knees. She steadied herself with her hands while her bottom thrust up into the air. "As you said, the heat seems to be inside you. I think it's a mild inflammation caused by a virus that's often found this time of year, but I want to be absolutely sure!" >From a drawer beside his terminal he took a metal cylinder which unscrewed to reveal a thick thermometer about five inches in length. He shook it carefully, not so much because it was glass but as though it was a treasured possession. Lauren thought it might have even been presented to him by an admirer. He returned to Emma, held her bottom and the thermometer with his left hand while he re-applied the jelly around her little hole. Emma gasped as he once again intruded inside her with his finger. "Good girl. Now, let's quickly see how hot you are." He positioned the thermometer against her opening and peered round her bottom. "I'm going to put this thermometer inside your bottom. Just relax and let it go in, OK? Deep breath again please!" With a practiced flamboyance he twirled the thermometer around in his fingers, greasing it up once again before slowly and steadily pushing it inside the little girl. "Oh, that's enough! No further!" gasped Emma. "It's OK, it can't hurt you. It'll just feel a little strange, that's all." The doctor pushed further, turning occasionally until almost the whole of the instrument was buried inside her. Lauren stole a glance, her stomach lurching at the sight of Emma, facing the wall in shame, her tiny breasts brushing against the bed and her thin legs holding her bottom high in the air. The tip of the thermometer was just visible. Lauren felt the familiar rush of blood between her legs and the churning inside her, the harbinger of pleasure awake and on the prowl. She would have paid money to move ninety degrees around the bed. He looked at his watch and twirled the instrument one more time before slowly pulling it from her. Emma squealed loudly as it finally emerged. "Well done, that looks OK. It's as I thought, you have an inflammation." He pulled a paper towel from a dispenser on the wall and guided her back down onto her side, now facing Lauren. He stood right in front of Emma's head so that the girls couldn't see each other and taking her left foot, raised her leg so that he could wipe her pussy and anus as though she was an infant. Lauren swayed from the full, unrestricted view of the little girl's slippery pussy even though she was seated. Her pulse raced feverishly. "OK, well done, you can get dressed now!" Emma laid on her back and pulled her knickers up over her legs, then swung over the edge and pulled them up the rest of the way. Lauren preserved her modesty by turning to the doctor. "Well, it's as I thought. You're the second young lady in here today with this infection. If you haven't been in the sea then I'm at a loss to know how you've got it." "Could I get it from dirty hands do you think?" "It's unlikely, I'm sure your house is spotless. Anyway, the remedy is easy. I'm going to give you this herbal preparation. I could give you antibiotics but this is just as good and much, much cheaper." He turned to Lauren. "I think this is just a case of bacterial infection, but mixed with some bug with a long Latin name. This will have to be administered once a day, at any time you like, but don't let it get washed off too quickly." Lauren nodded. "I think you can stay out of the pool for a while, can't you?" said Lauren rhetorically. "The cream will cool the area but the source of the heat is internal. I'm afraid the bad news is that to get maximum benefit you'll have to make sure this is administered internally, and her pubic hair will have to be removed for two reasons. To reduce any potential breeding ground and to keep the area as cool as possible. It'll soon grow again" Lauren look aghast. "What, you mean take it off. Like shave it?" "Yes. I'd do it for you now but I must close the surgery at five today. Just take care, use plenty of soap and several razors. Think you'll manage?" "Yeah" said Lauren, turning to Emma to see if she understood the implications. It was clear that she didn't. "Internally means in her vagina and anus. Deep but don't force it. Make sure your hands are spotlessly clean each time before you put the gloves on." He looked at Lauren. "Sure you'll manage?" Her head swam with visions of what she would have to do. "Sure, we'll be OK." It felt that the devil himself was slapping down temptation after temptation in front of her, just to see how much it would take to break her resolve. They left with a prescription and wandered across to the Pharmacy on the other side of the square. Five minutes later they were back in the car, heading slowly home. "I wonder where I got it from?" "Don't know." said Lauren, concentrating on the road. "It felt funny when he touched me. But he was very gentle. How long do I have to take the medicine?" "Until it's all gone, I think. You have to have it once a day. About a week." "It's a bit like suntan cream!" "Except that this has to go inside" Lauren sensed that this was slowly sinking in and so decided to get it over with quickly. "Because you're getting too hot, the doctor says we need to keep the area as cool as possible." She paused again and drew in a breath as she pulled of the road onto the long driveway. "We'll have to cut off the little hairs down there to keep you as cool as possible" Silence. "Is that why you bought the razors and cream?" "Mmm" said Lauren. "But I don't know how to do it, I'll cut myself!" "Oh Emma, don't be silly, I'll help you!" said Lauren as she crunched along the gravel driveway. "Oh thanks" beamed Emma in wondrous amazement. "I'm sorry for all the trouble!" she said, resting her head on Lauren's shoulder as the car pulled up. "Hey! That's what us girls are for, right? It'll be a pleasure!" she said, jumping down from the drivers seat. Lauren sorted through the mail while making tea. One letter from her mother and the remainder for Gustav and Elizabeth. She set the bills aside, ready for their return. After tea, Emma and Lauren made their excuses and slipped into Lauren's bedroom. They had decided that it was probably best to take the medicine just before bed so that it would do it's work through the night. Lauren ushered her into the little lounge and showed her into the bathroom. "Wash yourself all over, especially between your legs. When you're ready, come out and sit on the sofa." Lauren fussed around, more nervous than the take off from Zurich. She heard the toilet flush and then the sound of the bath filling. Splashing then followed while Lauren sat on the edge of the sofa, watching a TV documentary report about the electricity workers and their stoppages. The report showed footage of queues outside bakeries and supermarkets, but the map focused on the north of the country, the arable area that was separated from the south by a range of mountains. If anyone had tested Lauren ten seconds later on her retention, she would have failed miserably. Emma emerged from the bathroom, her knickers in her hand and a towel from her shoulders to her thighs. Lauren stood to make way for her and watched as she sat down cautiously on the sofa. She arranged the ointment and shaving cream together, and opened the pack of five razors before sitting right in front of the little girl. A quick glance between the little girl's legs revealed the feint outline of her pussy. "Lori, can't we do this some other way?" "Well, sure, but I don't know how" Emma shrugged, looking glum as her gaze alternated between the razors, cream and Lauren's eyes. Lauren decided that there really wasn't another way that was safe, and jointly cursed fate and the doctor for putting them both in this situation. "Tell you what, let's get you to sit on another towel, then it can catch the bits of cream" she suggested, bringing another from the bathroom and helping Emma to raise her bottom. She slipped it underneath. They smiled thinly at each other, both realising the forced intimacy of the moment. Lauren shook the can and handed it to her. "Here you go. It'll be cold so rub it over gently!" she said smiling. Emma pushed the button on top and giggled as a stream of thick white cream squirted out from the nozzle. She pulled the towel up over her thighs and awkwardly smeared the foam over her pubic hair, careful not to allow Lauren to see between her legs. She flinched lightly as it made contact with her. "Emma, I know this is a bit of a strange thing to do, but I look just the same as you do down there." she said, touching her leg reassuringly. "I know, it's just embarrassing, that's all." "Course it is, I know. Here, let me do the rest. We'll leave the towel around your top, but you'll have to move your legs a bit. Try lying back along the sofa for a while." Lauren took hold of her left leg and draped it over the edge of the sofa. She then put her right leg on top of the sofa, exposing her creamy pussy completely. She shook the can again and with a serious look on her face, sprayed another dollop above her labia, then worked it down over her pussy lips and back over the main area of hair, chattering all the time about how clever the natural medicine was in comparison to modern technology. Whether any of her conversation made sense, or whether Emma was even listening, nobody knew. Finally, she pulled at Emma's left leg once again, opening her wide before spreading the last of the foam below her opening and on the way to her anus. "There! That's all done. Best if you lie back against the arm and just stay still. I'll be done in a minute." said Lauren, shifting closer between Emma's young legs. "Is this really necessary? I mean, can't we try the medicine first and if it doesn't work then do this shaving stuff afterwards?" "I don't know, but the doctor seems to know best. Your mum says he's really good, so I think we'd better do what he says." "It's just so...you know" "I know, but it's just you and me" said Lauren, sensing that her real concern was the feeling growing between her legs, evidenced by the parting of her labia and the folds of skin that were slowly emerging. "Whoops, missed a bit" said Lauren, spreading the slippery goo from her inner thighs onto the entrance to her vagina. She dwelled on the tight hole, pushing slightly inside with her fingers as she spread the white foam. A twinge of pleasure echoed in her own pussy. Adjusting the towels once again, she knelt and took hold of the first razor. Smiling broadly at the potential humour of the situation, she gingerly ran the razor over the top of her pubic bush, a couple of inches below her navel. "No blood yet!" said Lauren, taking a last look at the cream and the way it covered her tiny pussy. She could feel the intensity of her feelings growing inside all the time and shifted as she knelt, squeezing her legs together. She used her free hand to spread the cream round a little more, bring some of it down to the bottom of her young opening. Emma smiled, the anxiety on her face clearly showing as she watched each stroke getting closer to her pussy. "Lean back, there's not much to see sweety" Lauren worked quickly, attempting to get the ordeal over with as soon as possible. As she neared the little pussy lips she realised that Emma had become very aroused by the events and her inner lips showed clearly. "Now, spread nice and wide. Great, that's it!" Lauren took hold of one of her labia and pulled it across, giving her maximum access to the few tiny hairs along her parted lips. She repeated the stroke on the other side, pulling it across and allowing the razor to glide over the baby-like skin. There was really very little to remove, and Lauren felt around to make sure that she had done a good job. As her focus expanded from concentration on her young sex out to appreciate the whole picture of the youngster's shaved nakedness, her head swam, delight bubbling inside her as she realised that the girl was absolutely stunning, one hundred percent naive and totally trusting. Emboldened, her fingers found their way between her pink lips and felt along their length. Lauren admired the tiny opening, the way the warm, delicate internal folds of skin glistened and the sensuous feels of her flesh against her finger tips. She felt dizzy with the sight and steadied herself on the edge of the sofa before standing. "Got to rinse off. Wait there!" she gasped as the blood rushed to her head. She fell into the bathroom and leaned against the wall behind the half closed door, gasping for breath. It was mercifully cool in there, unlike the suddenly overbearing temperature of the lounge. She tweaked her nipples, feeling their rock hard complaints before splashing cold water over her face. Drying herself, she forced strong, deep breaths through the towel before returning with a warm flannel. Gently, she cleaned the little girl, mopping up the remainder of the cream. She leaned back slightly to examine her work, her hands shaking slightly as she spread Emma's legs again. She had missed a little and spread a quick blob of cream just above the hood of her clitoris, shaved again and mopped up. Pleased with the result, she placed the lid back on the shaving cream and smiled. Lauren looked up and ensured that Emma was still reclined against the arm of the sofa, eyes closed. Assured she was not being watched, she looked between the teenagers tanned legs and the utter delicacy of her pussy. Her labia had indeed parted, blossoming to allow her tiny pink inner lips, crinkled layers of shiny skin, to come through and announce the soft opening of her vagina. The inverted v-shape of skin that normally covered her clitoris had moved as though bursting with pride, revealing the palest pink bud, peering out innocently. Emma was obviously hot and Lauren thought that this was probably the sexiest thing that had ever happened in her sweet, young life. Possibly even sexier than holding her brother's cock. She wondered if it had been erect at the time and decided that Emma would no doubt tell her when she wanted to make a point. Still with her eyes closed, Emma ran her hand over her pussy and felt the smoothness. Lauren thought she was going to scream with pleasure. The whole scene was like being at a private sex film. "Oh. Just like last year, when I had no hair. Wow, it's so smooth." "Now we have to make sure the cream does its work!" Emma had her hand over her pussy, and Lauren caught the slight movement of her fingers as she traced from below her vagina up between her moist little lips and round the side of her clitoris. She saw Emma rubbing her fingers together, examining the lubrication that was clearly not shaving cream. "I'm a bit, er, you know!" "That's only natural. Don't worry." Lauren knew that she was also wet, drenched even. And the medicine was going to require all her willpower and concentration if she was to retain Emma's trust in her. Lauren unscrewed the lid of the bottle and looked at the contents inside. It was almost colourless, certainly odourless, and she tapped the bottle of ointment against Emma's arm to get her attention.. Lauren reached down for a pair of the latex gloves and pulled them onto her hands. She decided that rather than use a pair each time she could probably use one hand for her bottom and the other for her pussy. "Now, you'll have to turn round a bit this time, so that your bottom is only just still on the sofa, then bring your feet up onto the sofa so that I can get this stuff in easily." Emma made a face, pretending to be in pain as she maneuvered into position. Another surge of excitement hit Lauren in the stomach, traveling down between her legs quicker than she could even think. She squatted on the floor and looked at Emma, balancing obscenely above her with her pussy and anus only inches from her face. Both openings were spotlessly clean, tiny, pink and perfect. Lauren realised that in the present position Emma could not see very much except her head, so Lauren kept talking about what she was going to do and pretended to examine the ointment instructions. Although she was reading, her brain didn't register the words. Instead, her left hand found her bikini, and pulling the material away from her body, she pushed on further, introducing a gloved finger between her drenched pussy lips. She pushed inside herself as far as she could without bending over too obviously, looking at Emma's flowering pussy and felt a sense of gratification that lasted all too shortly. Deciding that she could do it again while she applied the ointment, she removed her finger, wiped her nose with the hand and savoured the familiar aroma. Lauren pushed her finger into the jar and scooped out a blob of the ointment. "This might feel cold, of course. But that's what it's for, right?" she said, smiling at Emma through her parted legs. "I'll do your bottom first, then your pussy. Ready?" "Sure. Slowly?" said Emma, her face already screwed up in expectation. Lauren smeared the jel around the opening, building up a little store between her anus and vagina, then pushed her middle finger firmly against the opening. She hardly entered and Lauren realised that this wasn't going to be the relatively easy job that she had imagined. She tried her index finger and that had more success, so she moved the remaining jel around and pushed again, gaining access by about an inch and a half. She pulled her finger out and repeated the process. Emma gripped her legs tightly and Lauren could see the white knuckles of each hand against the beautiful tan of her legs. It was then that she realised that Emma really was tanned all over. "Gosh, I see what the doctor meant. You really do have an all over tan! It's lovely. I'm going to get rid of my white spots starting tomorrow" said Lauren, removing her finger as Emma squirmed. "You could take your top off you know" said Emma as though in a dream. "I think I'll wait until tomorrow" "Yeah, I meant tomorrow!" "Oh. Right. Couple more then we'll do the other bit!" Lauren pushed again and withdrew. She heard again a slight groan as her finger came out of the tight hole. She had heard it on the last stroke but thought nothing of it. Now it was clear that Emma had forgotten about the discomfort and her pose and was registering and responding to the feelings building inside her. "OK, now your pussy." She built up another little supply above her clitoris and once again marveled at the sheer smoothness of her pubic mound. Parting her pussy lips even more than they had done on their own, she introduced her index finger to the opening to her virgin tunnel. She pushed very slowly and was mildly surprised to see her anus pouting as the finger went deeper into her vagina. The walls were so tight that Lauren wondered how far she should really go. And then she encountered her virginity. She looked up and saw that Emma was smiling slightly with her eyes tightly closed. The walls pulsed and Emma's stomach muscles rippled. She withdrew her finger and pushed in another generous helping of the jel, going in the same distance and stopping, turning her finger as though coating the walls inside with the medicine. "I've got that feeling again! Lori, it's not stopping!" "Don't worry, almost finished!" Lauren pushed a last blob to the entrance of her vagina and used her middle finger this time to introduce the jel. "Lori, please. Stop, I'm scared! It's strange!" she said, opening her eyes and staring in fascination at Lauren. Her hands pulled back on her legs harder still, her mouth opening silently as her face screwed up once again. Lauren felt the vaginal muscles rippling along her finger and pushed just a little more before twisting and turning. "Just want to make sure that it gets spread around properly. You know what the doctor said." mumbled Lauren, trying to maintain the inane conversation. But Emma wasn't listening and probably couldn't even hear. Her stomach muscles tensed and Lauren felt the ripples strengthen. "Oh... Lor...No!" she whispered. Clearly Emma was trying to control her orgasm, trying to stay as quiet as possible, but her internal muscles shouted in celebration and pleasure as her anus pulsed along with them, pushing out some of the jel that had been introduced only moments before. Lauren pretended not to notice, but was delighted with the feeling as the young virgin came with her assistance. "There, I think we're done. I'll just get these gloves off then I'll clean you up." Lauren watched her, and as an afterthought, took her hand in her own and guided her down to her pussy. "Here, try and keep your finger over your pussy, just to keep the gel in there" she said, guiding her middle finger to her vagina. Lauren watched as Emma slowly inserted her finger, oblivious to her audience. Lauren stood and went back into the bathroom. She pushed the door to, giving Emma a little privacy, and brought the gloves up to her nose, smearing the scent over her face. The only smell was that of her - the thirteen year old blonde beauty who had just orgasmed, possibly for only the second time in her life. The scent was heavenly and Lauren dropped the gloves, then pushed both her hands down into her bikini and almost fell onto the toilet. She brought her legs up against her chest, wobbled a little, then introduced two fingers into her vagina. She knew that she would have to wait until the evening to do proper justice to her pent up desires, and so settled for holding herself for a couple of minutes before wetting the flannel and returning to the little lounge. "Hey, don't fall asleep!" Emma had stretched out on the sofa. "Let's just clean you up, hold still." Lauren opened her legs slightly and introduced the warm flannel, mopping up the excess jel. Emma took hold of the flannel, finished the job then held it against her pussy. She opened her eyes and smiled. Lauren knew that smile. It said thank you for what happened. And thank you for pretending that you don't know that it happened. Lauren picked up the jar of ointment and put it in her bathroom cabinet, along with the used gloves that she would find a use for one lonely night. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /