Message-ID: <3193eli$9708200955@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Francis Dashwood Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 2 Chapter 28-30 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: <199708200118.TAA09643@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 28 As evening fell, the girls made their way cautiously out of the hotel lobby, turning left towards the center of town once again. Neon lights blazed in the distance as shops closed up for the night and the club life began in earnest. Music spilled from roadside bars and cafes as they threaded their way through the narrow, noisy backstreets. "Hey!" whispered Emma, "Do you think it's, you know, safe down here?" She looked around as though expecting to be mugged at any moment. Lauren squeezed her waist, feeling the heat of the young girl though the thin fabric. "Sure, we'll be in the main square in a minute. We can just find a nice cafe and have a drink while we watch the world go by. What about that big one over the other side?" asked Lauren, pointing the other side of the cross-roads. Emma shrugged, still unconvinced. "I hope it's cooler in there. It's so humid tonight" The cafe turned out to be an elegant restaurant that had spilt out onto the pavement. It catered for dinner but also served coffee and cold drinks outside. They found a table just under the awning and giggled when the waited arrived even before they were seated. "Senoritas?" he asked, flamboyantly presenting them each with a menu and a well- practiced smile. "What can I give you two beautiful ladies tonight?" he asked, eyes locked in Lauren's breasts. Emma nodded towards Lauren. "We'd both like Perrier with ice and lemon, please." "Very good, anything to eat?" "No thanks." replied Lauren, folding and returning the menu. She watched him hustle back to the bar, his buttocks encased in impossibly tight black trousers. She turned to see Emma watching the traffic and tourists as they both passed slowly on their way. "Hey, I've just remembered, I should get something for my Mum before we go." said Emma, touching Lauren's arm. They both leaned with their elbows on the table as though huddled in thought. "Get her a plate, or something local. Like pottery or a rug. There's tons of tourist shops" suggested Lauren. "Yeah, maybe we should get it on the way back to the hotel" Their drinks arrived and they spent the best part of the next half hour watching and occasionally chatting until it was time to wander back. Lauren paid, apparently leaving such a generous tip from the profusion of compliments that came from the waiter that she thought she might have given him the wrong banknote. Arm in arm they happily retraced their steps, daring on several occasions to dive into dimly lit shops, resurfacing minutes later wiser but not bearing gifts. As they crossed the street to enter the hotel they both noticed a small shop a little further down the road, past the hotel. "Hey, let's try, it looks like it's got lots of stuff!" said Emma, pulling Lauren with her. The shop indeed was packed to the ceiling with tourist memorabilia, from American shot glasses to castanets, rugs, blankets, Mexican hats, ponchos and everything else that may or may not be connected with Venezuela. Lauren examined the goods with great interest, tempted almost to buy something for her own parents. A couple of gaudy paintings hung on the wall, and she stood back to appreciate them. "Ow!" shrieked the girl as Lauren crunched her toes. "Oh, I am sorry!" exclaimed Lauren genuinely. She looked up to see a girl younger than herself, with a boyfriend approaching, a concerned look on his face. Lauren examined at their features and decided they were European. The girl's expression suggested that the pain was slowly disappearing. "On holiday?" asked Lauren loudly, her hands flaying. "Hey, are you from Switzerland?" asked the boy, smiling. Emma arrived to find out what the commotion was about. "Mmm. We're living in San Falino, just here for the weekend." "Wow, whereabouts in Switzerland?" asked the girl as the shop assistant rounded the corner to inspect the scene. "Andelburg, near Interlaken. Know it?" "No, but I know where you mean. We're closer to Zurich. What do you think of this dump?" asked the girl. "It's OK. Hot" "Yeah!" replied the boy, "We slept about half an hour last night. They said they had air conditioning when we checked in, but it's only in the big suites, not in our cheap rooms." "And the bath doesn't work. Well, the water comes out but there's no plug, no shower." "Bung it up with a towel!" "Hey, that's an idea. Nobody really knows we're here. We're both supposed to be visiting friends. But the hotel has really spoiled our fun and we can't afford to move to a better room." "Come and cool down in ours!" exclaimed Emma, clearly taking a liking to the girl who might have been only a couple of years older than her. "No, we must be getting back, try and get some sleep!" said the young boy, making a move towards the door. "Hey, look, we've got a spare room, use that." "We couldn't. But I wonder, could I use your bathroom, just to get clean?" asked the girl, a plea in her eyes as she looked up at Lauren. "Of course, come on. Or do you want to buy something? "Nope, we don't really have the money, we were just looking." The girl slipped her hand in her boyfriend's. "I'm Amelia, and this is Ben. Most people call me Amy" They nodded at each other, Amy's pony tail bobbing behind her. Lauren noticed a facial similarity between herself and the young girl. Their brown hair colour was similar, but Lauren was much slimmer and had a more athletic build, and was good two or three inches taller. The boy was by no means handsome but his face was cheeky, full of laughter and reminded Lauren of a playful rogue that she had seen in a Dickens film of eighteenth century London. She noted the body language as they moved within the confines of the shop. Gentlemanly courtesy from the boy, a shy glance at both herself and Emma. The girl however took a good look at Emma, almost measuring herself against her as they shuffled out of the shop, into the hotel and straight up into their room. "Oh, wow. It's so cool in here, and so big! God look! You could fit three of our rooms into your lounge." said Ben, awestruck. Lauren was pleased. She watched their faces as they took in the splendor of the suite, and then slipped out to her own room to grab two new towels. "Here you go. You two get in there and when you've finished we can all have a nice cold drink" said Lauren, busying herself around the fridge and ice bucket. Ben looked sheepishly at Amy. "Er, you go first, I'll wait" "No, you first, and clean the bath!" smiled Amy, handing him a towel. Ben shrugged and followed Lauren to the bathroom. When she returned she motioned to Amy to sit on the sofa. Emma joined her while Lauren sat on the floor. "We don't mind if you bath together, it's OK you know" said Lauren. "Well, we're not really boyfriend and girlfriend, you see." "Brother and sister?" asked Emma, a little too keenly. "No. Oh No! We're more friends at the moment." She turned to see a quizzical look on Lauren's face and exhaled, slumping against the sofa as though resigned to tell the story. "Our parents think we're with schoolfriends, but of course we're not. We've been seeing each other about a year and this was supposed to be our first romantic.... you know, time together. But it's turned into a nightmare. "But what's wrong with the hotel? asked Emma. "It's so hot you can't sleep. I woke up this morning when the traffic started at about five and was covered in sweat. I've slept about five hours in three days. The first night wasn't so bad but I'd eaten something and had tummy trouble. Ben thinks I'm making it up, or that I prefer girls but I'd dreamed about these few days for so long and it's all going wrong" Lauren recognised the advent of tears and shuffled along the carpet towards her. She touched her knee, instinctively glancing into the gap between her thighs and skirt. She was rewarded with a picture of blackness and a pang of excitement. "Hey, don't cry. Emma was right, use our spare room. It's no problem, although we go home tomorrow afternoon. At least you'd get one lovely night." The tears stopped with a sniff and Emma skipped off for a tissue. "Are you sure?" she said, confidentially in Emma's absence. Lauren nodded. "He still might not want me. I don't know what to think". Amy looked glumly at her lap, fiddling with her skirt. Lauren took her hand. "Of course he will. Why not? He's a young boy and you're a pretty girl" Amy smiled warmly at Lauren. She started to speak and paused. "What?" asked Lauren. "Well, he thinks I don't like boys that much" "And prefer girls?" "Yep" "Why?" "Just some rumours. At school" The tears welled up as her lower lip quivered. "I hate some people. They just want to bloody meddle" "What concern is it of theirs? We all do some experimenting, don't we." suggested Lauren, running her hand over her knee. Lauren squeezed her leg before dropping her hands to her lap. Amy looked up as though shocked. "What, you mean..." "Course. There's no harm. But I've had a boyfriend for five years as well. Had one, rather. He's in Switzerland now." she said, gazing back at the girl's knees. Still darkness beyond. Emma returned with a handful of tissues and placed them beside her. Amy gratefully picked up one and wiped her nose, smiling weakly as though signaling the end of the conversation. "Have your bath and I'll make sure he understands." "I just want it to be wonderful for him, so that we never forget." "Don't worry, trust me. He won't be able to leave you alone. Then you can have a bath together to celebrate. How about that?" asked Lauren, taking hold of her hands. Amy nodded vigorously and turned towards Emma, grinning. Lauren watched as her eyes took in the little girl, unashamedly wandering from her hair, over her eyes and lips to her breasts and beyond. Amy slumped further in the sofa, closing her tearful eyes. Lauren continued to hold her hands as the little girl's skirt rode very slightly up her thigh. A churning sensation made itself known deep inside her, confirming her suspicions that the night was really just starting. Lauren traced a pattern with her finger along the girls legs. They chatted for maybe ten minutes while the conversation grew more intriguing, more intimate. Secrets were exchanged and trust established as Lauren continued her exploration of Amy's legs. Emma sat with her legs curled up underneath her, probably unaware that Lauren, from her vantage point below, could see the crease of her knickers. "Just make sure you clean yourself really well, these streets are so dusty." said Lauren in a mock-motherly voice. Amy giggled. "Tell him that!" "OK, I will" "No!" laughed Amy. But Lauren was on her way, and five seconds later was rapping on the bathroom door. "Room service! Amy says that you might need help washing some parts of you?" A muffled yelp emanated from inside and Lauren decided that further teasing was unnecessary. He probably understood that she had been talking in confidence to Amy and that he was still in everyone's good books. As she returned to the lounge, Lauren was sure that Amy and Emma had edged closer together. "Can we do anything else on your big night?" asked Lauren. "Well,...No." said Amy. "Go on, ask! We won't mind." "That's right. We're very broad-minded!" added Emma. Amy again looked down to the two small buds beneath Emma's T-Shirt. Amy turned back to Lauren. "Well, you could, sort of..... Oh, it's so, I don't know.." "Help?" "Would you? I mean, not do anything, just make sure he enjoys it? I don't know..." "You'll both be fine. Really. Just have your bath. Why not go and kick him out of the bathroom? That'll break the ice and anyway, he's been in there long enough. He'll probably be all crinkly by now!" Amy jumped up delightedly and bounded out of the room. "She likes you." stated Lauren. "She's nice" replied Emma quickly. More rapping on the door was followed by a few giggles, another door slam and then the sight of Ben at the doorway. His hair was wet and frizzed up and he was covered by a single thick white towel around his lower body. The girls laughed as he wandered into the room, clearly debating where he should sit. "Want to dry your hair?" "No, it's OK." "Don't be dumb, you can't sleep like that." said Lauren, springing off the floor. "I'll get a drier and do it for you. Wait there." ordered Lauren, pointing to the sofa. He slouched across the floor and sat next to Emma, self-consciously adjusting his towel over his legs. "Here, plug this in, Emma" said Lauren, kneeling on the sofa next to the poor boy so that her thin skirt revealed a great deal of her tanned thigh. She produced a comb and pulled it through his hair, steadying his head with her left hand. Emma tested the hairdryer and laid it on the sofa as she watched Lauren go about her duties. "Amy tells me that you've been seeing each other for about a year" said Lauren as she combed. "Yes." He paused, confused and embarrassed at being waited on by two girls. "What else did she tell you?" "That she wants tonight to be very special. And that she wants Emma and me to help so that you'll remember it forever." said Lauren in a sing-song manner, breaking him in gently to the idea. "What?" he exclaimed. "Hey, relax. And we talked about girls and girls, and girls and boys. There's nothing wrong you know." Lauren stopped her combing and picked up the drier. She looked at him directly. "Haven't you ever touched a boy, not even once?" The discomfort on his face told her everything. "Of course you have, so it's only natural to experiment. Everyone does it at some time, even if it's only for ten minutes." "Hey, I don't mind" "Good, because Emma and I do it now and again, don't we?" said Lauren smiling as she caressed the side of Emma's face. She pulled her towards her and kissed her lips. Ben lowered his gaze and Lauren followed to see him covering himself with his hands. "OK, now let's dry your hair!" She flicked the switch and to Ben's surprise, straddled his legs and directed the warm air from above his head. She brushed her skirt against his face as she ruffled his hair, introducing the airflow evenly. She swayed slowly back and forth, side to side as her mound pressed against him, his nose tracing circles above her knicker line. He sighed with pleasure as the evening's entertainment unfolded and his realisation of what might happen grew with his imagination. Emma watched intently, smiling whenever he turned his head in her direction. "Emma, make sure his legs are dry." The young girl slid off the sofa and peeled the towel apart from his shins, rubbing slowly as she worked her way up towards his knees. He parted his knees obligingly as she knelt in front of him, giving Emma a wonderful view of his hairy thighs and Lauren's firm legs as they disappeared beneath her tight skirt. As if reading her thoughts, Lauren turned, smiling. "Unhitch my skirt, could you?" Ben flinched as though presented with a red-hot poker. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you! You've seen it all before, I'm sure!" said Lauren, glancing at him. His face gave him away long before he spoke. "Well, sort of...." "This is going to be the first time for both of you, right?" she said, returning to her drying. He nodded, concealed from the sight of Emma who had now revealed his thighs. Lauren felt the little warm hands against her own and sank slightly with a satisfied sigh to encourage her exploration. Her pussy hovered over his bulging towel, teasing him with the sight of her tight white knickers and the inevitable crease that showed her female shape. Lauren was conscious that she didn't want to push her luck too far. It would be disastrous if he became so embarrassed that he fled from the room. She concentrated on his hair, alternately combing and drying him until she was satisfied that he wouldn't catch cold. Finally she sank back to sit on his thighs, stopping Emma from any further exploration but allowing him to see more of her knickers while she admired her attempts at hairdressing. "Amy'll be out in a minute. Want to dry her hair or shall we let Emma do it?" "I don't mind." he answered shyly. "I think Emma can do it, then we can keep Amy amused. We could whisper dirty things to her while Emma dries her hair, or you could slowly take her clothes off and kiss her all over." suggested Lauren, hoping that he caught the general idea that the objective was not to ram his willy into her at the first opportunity. "She might get upset. She's never let me before, you know." "Do you want to tell me what she has done for you?" "No, it's, you know...." He grinned bashfully at her, glancing at Emma as though to say there were minors present. "Don't you worry. I'll tell you what, I'll tell you about what happened in this room last night. Then you can tell us, OK?" "OK, what happened?" Suddenly, as though someone had flicked a switch, Emma perked up and without any further prompting, launched into the whole story. "And then after the game we came across to this sofa and the young boy made love to me while Lauren and the older one watched." As she spoke, Lauren watched fascinated as his hands wandered over his lap and his eyes fixed upon the area of their bodies that was being described by Emma. The other revelation was that Lauren noticed absolutely no embarrassment or coyness with Emma's narration. Every important event was mentioned without hesitation, and she even animated certain events in front of Amy by pressing her breasts or running her hand between her legs. "Eventually, with a little help from Lauren, he came inside me then fell onto the floor I think. Lauren cleaned me up beautifully while I lay here. That's about it." Chapter 29 "What about your story?" prompted Lauren. "Well, she's you know, put her hand down here...." He motioned down between his legs. "And held your willy?" asked Lauren. "Well, only through my jeans." Emma sat up, one leg flat on the sofa and the other at ninety degrees, affording an unrestricted view of her little knickers. Lauren realised that she sat like that perfectly innocently, unaware that she was arousing him with a display of provocation greater than anything he had seen in his life. "Have you touched her?" she asked. The boy looked at Emma, noting her legs, and shook his head. "I don't think so. My hand went under her dress once but I think I just touched the top of her leg. I've touched her here, though!' he said, patting his chest. "Do you want to touch my pussy?" asked Emma. "No!" shouted Lauren. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you jump, it's just that it's their first time so let's leave it like that. There's plenty of time afterwards for experimenting, believe me." The bathroom door shuddered and Amy came into the lounge, still damp even though she had made an effort to dry her hair. The towel covered her from above her breasts to mid thigh. "Hey, here's a hairdryer. Emma's going to do it for you. We kept Ben entertained while you were in the bath." Amy looked down at his lap, catching a glimpse of Lauren's handiwork before his hands quickly covered the evidence. Amy slid along the sofa towards him and nestled against his shoulder, kissing him lightly on the neck while Emma took hold of the hairdryer and got ready to straddle Amy. Lauren glanced at Amy, trying to ensure that such a move was acceptable, and seeing no reluctance in her expression, she eased Emma across her legs and handed her the comb. Once Emma had started and looked like she wouldn't have any trouble, Lauren took Ben's hand and pulled him down to the floor. "OK, now, the secret is 'slowly'" said Lauren in a whisper as she leaned against the sofa. Her legs stretched out such that he had a full view of her knickers and the thought thrilled her as she watched him struggle with his cock beneath the towel. "There's no rush, and while your willy might be straight as a board, she'll need some time before she's in the same state. So take your time, kiss her from the feet upwards, use your hands and fingers all over her legs, and just hint that you're going to get to the top sometime." Ben followed her every word, kissing her feet, licking her toes and massaging her legs as he worked his way slowly higher. He was rewarded by an almost imperceptible parting of Amy's legs as his fingers worked their way over her knees and onwards underneath the tight towel. Lauren looked up and watched as Emma performed miracles on Amy's long dark hair. The little girl's fingers kneaded and massaged her head as the drier whined loudly. Lauren caught Amy's eye and grinned. Amy smiled back invitingly, encouraging Lauren to slide up nearer to her. "This is fun. I feel so,...I don't know, so pampered!" "Good, how's he doing?" asked Lauren, motioning to her legs. "Lovely, going in the right direction!" "I think Emma should get in the mood as well, what do you think?" Amy nodded slightly as she looked up at Emma. Lauren took that as confirmation and slid her hands around Emma's waist until she found the clasp. She tugged sideways until the material parted and the wrap-around fell silently over Amy's towel. Lauren ran her hands through Amy's hair, checking to see how it was doing. "Time to go to the bedroom, I think. We'll all carry you, eh.?" Amy giggled as Lauren pulled Ben to his feet and they lifted her off the sofa and easily carried her through to Lauren's room and onto the bed. Lauren stacked pillows under her head and sent Emma off to collect as many as could be found. When they had settled, Ben positioned himself at her feet, while Emma and Lauren lay beside her. Amy rested in almost a sitting position, a large white pillow under her bottom that blossomed between her legs. "Do you want us to leave?" asked Lauren to both of them. "No, please stay!" pleaded Amy. Ben made no comment, although his smile betrayed the fact that he had clearly enjoyed his education at the hands of Lauren. "OK, we'll be here to watch" said Lauren as she leaned back against the headboard. Slowly, Ben moved closer to Amy, parting her legs as far as the towel would allow. Amy reached out to him and took hold of the towel, tugging at the corner as the know slowly undid. It fell onto the bed, revealing his cock standing proudly up, glistening at the end where his excitement had already made its mark. "Ooh, wow!" exclaimed Amy as she watched it bob in front of her eyes. Lauren glanced over at Emma and noted that she too was transfixed with the boy's thick shaft. Amy touched the tip and marveled as it recoiled and returned to it's upright position. She touched his balls, all the while looking at his face for any sign or reaction. His smile hardly faltered as her hands explored, although his eyes most certainly swept over all three girls. Lauren had an urge to remove her own clothes but resisted. Instead she slipped to the other side of the bed and sat behind Emma, pulling her tight against her chest while her legs wrapped around her thighs. Emma shifted slightly for comfort and rested her head back against Lauren. Ben plucked up courage and had no doubt decided that it was his turn to explore. Reaching out to his virgin girlfriend, he helped her to shed the towel down to her waist, revealing her small breasts crowned with tiny, pert, pink nipples. Entranced, Lauren ran her hands over Emma's stomach, slowly making her way higher until her fingers disappeared under her shirt and found her young hillocks and their erect nipples. Emma groaned appreciatively as Lauren massaged and molded, teasing and tweaking each nipple in turn as Ben grew adventurous with each passing minute. Lauren noted the contours of Amy. Her legs squashed against the bed and she certainly was not muscular. He eased himself over Amy, his cock still erect and throbbing, pointing now at her face as his lips found hers and they kissed, silently, lovingly. He then slowly lay down on top of her, giving her, for the first time in her life, the sensation of a boy's cock and the hint of impending penetration. Her legs parted voluntarily and her knees gripped his sides. Lauren knew that they would need little or no further instruction, their reactions and intuition inbred over thousands of generations, sealed somewhere in their minds at birth, ready for recall on moments such as this. His kisses traveled further down her body, his tongue licking at her nipples perhaps a little too quickly as his impatience got the better of him and his kisses resumed towards her pussy. "Oh yes, please Ben, yes." He pulled the towel from her, struggling a little while she lifted her bottom. But then they were both naked, now oblivious to their audience, and Ben journeyed further, lapping over the sparse pubic hair that began above her vagina. Lauren couldn't see very much else, although she was obviously one of those girls that was blessed with a pussy that pouted naturally and that appeared to be thrust forward from between her legs further than most girls, giving her the appearance of a very babyish shape that invited any kind of penetration. The boy's tongue stuck from his mouth, lapping noisily at her pussy. Lauren knew that she would not become aroused very much further by his unaccomplished action, but the effect on Ben was most noticeable as his breathing rate increased and he squatted between her legs, rubbing his cock on her thigh. Amy slowly opened her legs, running her hands over her inside thighs, ruffling his hair and groaning occasionally. Lauren could feel Emma shifting as well as the scene affected her so she slowly started to unbutton her shirt, tugging the sides to reveal more of her chest. The little girl responded by caressing her thighs and then seeking out Lauren's hair. With her thighs parted and flat on the bed, Amy reached behind Ben's head and pulled him towards her, raising her bottom to intercept his cock as he approached. He stared at her wide-eyed, pausing before pushing into her. Amy shifted beneath him, positioning herself correctly before exhaling and encouraging him with further caresses. "Oh God, slowly, that's it!" she moaned as he burrowed half way into her. Once again he looked at her lovingly, enquiringly as he withdrew and again pushed in. "Now?" he asked. "Yes, yes please!" He withdrew and then plunged in as far as he dared, still cautious about hurting her and unsure just how hard he could thrust. Amy grabbed behind her knees and thrust up on his next stroke, pain etched across her face as she made the journey into womanhood. Gradually a smile lit her face and she turned to Lauren. "Well done!" said Lauren. She leaned down to Amy and paused, waiting for the signal. Amy closed her eyes and lifted her head slightly. They kissed, Lauren's tongue almost immediately probing between her lips, feeling the response and the practiced flicking that told many stories. Ben was obviously very close to orgasm as his motions continued during the girl's kiss and his fevered twitching increased. His cock thrust in and out of her until seconds later he shrieked and collapsed on top of Amy, writhing in the throes of satisfaction, oblivious to the two other girls watching. As he finished he rolled onto his back, pulling out of Amy noisily, exhaling as he wiped his brow. "Oh God, that's amazing!" he laughed, turning to put his arm around Amy. "I love you" he said, sincerely. Lauren looked at Amy, wondering whether he had ever said that to her before, and whether it really meant 'I want to do this all the time'. "Hey, don't go to sleep, Ben, you've got to do it some more" said Lauren, nodding in Amy's direction. Amy smiled at Lauren and reached down to Ben's cock. It lay semi- erect against but still very much alive, bobbing against his pubic hair that was matted with come. They cuddled for several minutes while Lauren went to the lounge. On her return she carried a tray with four glasses of cold lemonade with ice. They drank gratefully, draining their glasses within minutes. Lauren took one of her ice cubes and ran it across her forehead. "Oh, that's nice, so refreshing" she said as it melted and dribbled down her neck, finding her breasts beneath her shirt. "Does anyone mind if I take my top off?" They all smiled at her question. Lauren slipped off her shirt and nodded to Emma that she could do the same. Amy grinned at the girls, admiring Lauren's breasts and noting the hardness returning to Ben as he drooled over their tanned bodies. "Ready for some more?" she asked. Ben nodded, grinning as his cock once again jutted out from his pubic hair. "OK, Amy, why not try another position, like on all fours?" "How?" she asked frowning. Lauren positioned her, guiding Emma to her side and making sure Ben knelt behind her. "Want me to help to start with?" "Yeah, sure" said Amy, looking behind over her shoulder. Lauren took hold of Ben's rampant cock in her left hand and parted the cheeks of the girl's bottom with the other. She found her asshole and ran her finger round it slowly, teasing her, determining if Amy had ever even thought of it as being a center of pleasure. Clearly she had not as she squirmed to her touch. Lauren pulled his cock closer to Amy's pussy, running it along the length of her bottom cheeks, round to her vagina and over her swollen clitoris. Amy's head sank to the pillow in expectation, and Lauren didn't disappoint her as she found the entrance to her vagina and guided Ben inside. He stroked slowly, adjusting his feet until his balance was correct. "Is that good?" asked Lauren, her hand seeking out the elastic of her own knickers, tracing around the top of her legs and over her swollen labia. "Oh yes, that's great. So deep, I can feel it building up." responded Amy, reaching out for Emma and twisting her round so that their lips could meet. "Ben, harder. Yes, that's it. Ben, I'm want to kiss her, do you mind?" "God no, go on, do it!" he panted, focused on his own orgasm. Amy's lips slowly approached Emma's, her tongue flicking and searching as the two girls finally embraced. Lauren watched Emma becoming more and more aroused as the little girl's fingers found her baby knickers and sought out the pleasure underneath. Her feet lifted from the bed up to the top of the headboard and then onto the wall as she plunged deeper inside herself. Ben pumped away, grunting regularly as Amy's breathing quickened, her moans became shrieks and her hand gripped her pussy, squeezing every drop of sensation out of the cock inside her. Amy's lips found Emma's breasts, and as she finally took one of the young mounds in her mouth she shrieked as if in pain. Her body froze rigid while Ben continued to pound into her, her fingers dug into the sheets and Emma's back. And then she was mobile again, picking up the pace until again she shouted out and rode the wave of orgasm that shot through her body, shuddering and shouting as pure pleasure at last filled her mind and she collapsed to lie across Emma. She giggled several minutes later as Ben withdrew from inside her and turned so that she could lie alongside Emma. She looked up at Lauren and grinned, nestling against Emma's thigh. "Hey, lover boy!" she said gently, pulling him closer. His cock sprung against his leg, wallowing in the thick film of cum that had gathered. She moved and rested against his chest, trailing her hands over his weapon in admiration. "Oh, it's waking up again!" Ben laughed. Lauren guessed he was amused by his cock as much as by the audience and his apparent ease with the situation. Emma looked over Lauren's stomach to get a better view. "Oh!" she said, reaching out slowly towards him. She touched the very tip of him, moving the cum around slowly over the bulb, then took the foreskin between her thumb and fingers and pulled it back over the knob. She moved to lie across Lauren and stroked his cock as though on an educational field trip. Gazing up at Lauren, her eyes asked the question silently. "Emma, it's my turn, after the fiasco last night." she said, lifting Emma off her stomach. "I'll see what I can do for him! You can be my lady-in-waiting, or something like that" "Do what?" asked Emma, reluctantly allowing Lauren to draw closer to Ben. Amy shuffled up to the end of the bed, content to watch as her man was serviced once again. Lauren lay down on the bed, her head beside Amy, and guided Ben between her legs. "Think you can do it again?" she asked, stretching behind her head luxuriously, giving him the benefit of her firm breasts. "I'm not sure. I expect so." he said, looking her breasts as he replied. Lauren squirmed beneath him, her legs gripping him slightly, riding up his body as her bottom lifted from the floor. "Emma, come and stand up here, facing him." she commanded. Dutifully, the little girl stood and straddled her, looking behind to see what was next. Lauren took hold of her knickers from behind and slowly pulled them down. Her cute, tight little bottom came into view as Lauren slid them material lower and lower. Emma giggled as they both watched the expression on the boy's face. "Oh God, that's so sexy!" he said, looking cautiously behind Emma to see his girlfriend's reaction. Amy simply nodded as Lauren tugged her clothing past her knees and down her shins. "Now you should be good and ready, eh?" said Lauren, moving Emma to the side and sitting her down. "Come on, slowly in, you know" He shuffled closer, holding his cock and positioned himself against her swollen entrance. Lauren felt him testing her lips and helped by pulling him slightly inside. The feeling delighted her and she raised her legs slightly in an effort to keep him on target. Her hands roamed his back as he sank deeper into her, searching out his buttocks and caressing his thighs. She felt her pussy lips, gratified with the thought of his cock disappearing into her body between her fingers. Eyes closed, Lauren too was oblivious to the other girls, simply concentrating on his stroke and the swelling of his organ within her. Her hands gripped his buttocks as he increased in speed. "Harder, don't be afraid!" she coaxed. She found his anus and lightly ran her fingers over the tight opening. He squealed as she probed, suggesting, tempting. It felt tight, dry and unyielding. She withdrew her middle finger and licked it suggestively for all to see, then sought and found the hole again. Spreading the lubrication, she timed her own penetration with his, sinking slowly deeper and deeper inside him. The tight ring pulsed, contracted and relaxed spastically as his stroking intensified and to her utter relief the tell- tale signal of her own orgasm announced its arrival. She crossed her legs over his back pulling him tightly into her, restricting his movements so that she had greater control. "Emma, get me a pillow behind my head!" she hissed desperately. Emma obliged and Lauren was rewarded with a better view of the boy's cock pounding into her vagina. Tremors rumbled through her, causing her thighs muscles to contract and her breathing to increase as her orgasm neared. His cock responded by bulging inside her, the thick veins rubbing against the walls of her pussy. She felt Emma's hands over her head, caressing her face and neck. She turned and licked at her fingers, delighted that Emma realised what she wanted, sucking furiously as the wave of pleasure crested and remained floated in mid-air, waiting for the final command. Lauren thrust her finger deeper inside the boy's rectum, making him groan as his cock once again surged and swelled inside. A final deep thrust pushed her way over the edge, her legs gripping so tightly that she thought she would pull a muscle. She shrieked in pain as wave after wave caught her, carrying her senseless as his pounding continued. She returned to reality almost immediately as she felt his stroke falter and his cock bulge inside her tight wet pussy. Her finger withdrew and thrust back in rhythmically, obscenely as he came again, slumping over her body as he emptied himself into her sweltering sex. They remained motionless for almost a minute until Lauren allowed her aching legs to uncurl and her feet touched the bed once again. Slowly she withdrew her finger from his anus, causing him to shudder. They rolled onto their sides and smiled at each other, shifting slowly as he withdrew silently. Amy shifted on the bed, smiling as she traced invisible lines over her man's back, reminding him that Lauren was only an experiment, or so she hoped. Lauren removed her clothes and dressed in her own room, pleased that Emma had decided to do the same and leave their two guests alone. Lauren dumped their clothes haphazardly in her room, ready for packing the next morning and within twenty minutes they were again alone, dressed simply in T-shirts and knickers, ready for bed. Lauren visited the mini-bar, making a couple of orange drinks for the night. She sat on the edge of her bed as Emma pulled the sheets up to her chin. "I think this place is fun, you know" said Emma, rolling onto her side and taking the drink. "Yeah, but home tomorrow. Back to normal" "Lori, why couldn't I do it with him?" asked Emma. "Listen, once is enough for a long time. You're only thirteen. You're not even supposed to know about these things, let alone do it!" replied Lauren, touching her blonde hair. "Will you stay with me?" "No, we both need some sleep, sweety." "Just wake up next to me, that's all?" "No. Now come on, let's get some rest. We don't want your dad to think we've been up all night, do we?" said Lauren, tucking her up, feeling the heat from her body as she pulled the sheets tighter. Temptation rapped on the door and was turned away. Lauren returned to her own room and sat on the toilet, recollecting their day and adventures. Emma had been sweet, that was the only word for it in her mind. The locals certainly stopped and stared as she walked along the main street, and the few wolf- whistles were most likely for Emma rather than herself. Ben had been fun, although she felt in hindsight that having sex with him was probably a bad move. The risks she was taking with Emma were extreme, but so were the rewards. The girl's beauty and sensuality were remarkable. Her innocence and grace a delight. But she was sensible enough to realise that she needed an alibi in place in case she was caught, or at least to be able to cast some doubt on potential accusations. Deciding to cultivate her friendship with Felix, to the exclusion temporarily of Emma, she smiled happily as though her problem had been solved. She would start the next day. Or better still, when they got back to the house; that way there would be a clean break from their weekend of fun. Lauren kicked her knickers off from her ankles and pulled her feet up to the level of the toilet seat and gripped the rim with her toes. The door to the bathroom was wide open and she couldn't have cared less. She leaned back against the wall and spread her thighs, feeling their smoothness and rubbing the muscles as that familiar feeling of self- gratification made lewd suggestions. She leaned forward slightly, gripped her T-Shirt and pulled it over her head, throwing it through into the bedroom. Her breasts hung firmly, the nipples asleep until she ran the palms of her hands over them. Lauren reached down with her right hand and felt her pussy lips. The caustic feel of her urine was mixed with the evidence of the encounter with Amy, and a slick area from her vagina down towards her anus reminded her of the success of their love-making. Gently she smudged the mixture around, working her finger very gently into her vagina and over the entrance to her anus. The unusual position excited her, and she smiled as she sat facing the doorway, her middle finger in her anus and thumb massaging her clitoris. She knew however that she was tired, and would probably take too long to reach orgasm. Wiping herself, she flushed the toilet, kicked the clothes in her room into a semblance of order, and crawled into bed. Chapter 30 Lauren woke just after eight o'clock, alone and rested. She stretched lazily over to the light by her bed and flicked the switch. She looked at the mess of clothing on the floor. A few months ago she might have groaned inwardly as she recollected their activities but that morning a smile spread across her lips as she replayed the action and sensed again the sensuous and outrageous loving they had enjoyed. Her skirt and bra lay by the door, unceremoniously tossed away in the heat of the night. Emma's knickers dangled from the corner of her bed, childlike in their size and style. She had no idea where her stockings had ended up. A hand slid across her breasts as she stretched, smoothing her stomach and finding the warmth between her legs. She curled up tightly, almost giggling as her thighs trapped her hand. Reluctantly, she eventually slipped out of bed, naked, and wandered into her bathroom to use the toilet. Her reflection in the mirror confirmed the late night they had enjoyed but her youth would enable her to spring back into shape within a few minutes of having a wash and brushing her hair. She leaned over the bath and turned on the taps. The scalding water gushed into the huge tub, steam filling the air and even the noise providing a comforting early- morning massage as she wandered back into the room. She watched the television from the edge of the bed, toying absently with Emma's knickers as she waited for her coffee to brew. She absently brought them to her nose, inhaling the musky scent, awakening in a start as she realised just what she was doing. There was very little news in Venezuela about San Falino, although she recognised some of the news footage from the reports that had been shown during the week back home. Returning to the bathroom with her coffee, she brushed her teeth and slid into the warmth of the water, carefully holding the cup in her hand and sipping as the water soothed her muscles. She dreamed, her eyes focused on infinity in the water. Many minutes later, she heard Emma calling out, first from the lounge and then closer from her bedroom. "Hey, morning!" said Emma, poking her head round the doorway. She wore a T-Shirt and probably nothing else. Her hair was ruffled but still glorious; her T-Shirt hung loosely away from her slim hips. Her tanned legs parted very slightly as she leaned against the door, allowing Lauren a view of the hallway beyond, framed by the little girl's thighs and pussy lips. "Hi!" smiled Lauren, staring. Emma sat on the edge of the bath, her legs facing away from Lauren. The T-Shirt rose up over her thighs, revealing bare skin. "I made coffee with one of those percolator things - there's more in there if you want some" "No, I'm fine" said Emma, looking down. Lauren felt her eyes follow a course from her head across her breasts and straight between her legs. Even though she knew that the image of her pussy would be fuzzy under the water, it aroused her to think that Emma was examining her body at this early hour. Lauren smiled at her, touching her thigh. "I ache a bit" "Where?" asked Emma, grinning a little. "The backs of my thighs, like I ran from Boquette to here!" Emma giggled. She slowly slipped off the side of the bath and knelt, trailing her hand in the water as she gently splashed Lauren's breasts. Her fingers ran around her shoulders, down her side and along her thigh and back again. She hummed a little tune, relaxing for several minutes in the hot steamy room. Lauren slipped lower into the bath, sighing as the water lapped at her hair. Emma's head rested on her arm as she played the water over her body. "Want to join me?" Emma stopped humming, looked kindly at Lauren and rose slowly. She pulled her T- Shirt over her head and stood against the bath, naked, her legs slightly parted. "Do you want me to?" she asked. Lauren touched her thigh, around the top of her labia and down between her legs. Her fingers returned up the inside of her thighs and touched her sweet lips. Emma smiled and put her left foot into the water carefully as though testing the temperature. Her pussy lips parted gloriously and gave Lauren a perfect view of her slight arousal. She swung her leg over very slowly, deliberately, into the bath to stand in front of Lauren. "Can I slip in beside you?" asked Emma. Lauren moved to one side and let Emma slide in alongside. She put her arm around her and pulled her close, eyes fixed on her lips, waiting for the infinitely tiny signal that would confirm that a kiss was in order. It came with the smile in Emma's eyes. Lauren leaned and kissed her upper lip. Emma responded gently, resting her left hand on Lauren's waist, just below her breasts. "I missed you last night" said Emma. "Sweety, we can't stay together every night. Otherwise someone is sure to find out. And anyway, it makes our times together all the more wonderful" "Hmm." replied Emma, brushing droplets of water off Lauren's breast. "But this is so good as well. So naughty." she said, swirling the water around in the bath. Lauren's stomach tensed as she felt a hand glide down towards her navel. "Yeah!" whispered Lauren, caressing her cheek as if to silence her. She pushed her tongue between her lips and tasted her mouth. No toothpaste, no coffee. Lauren couldn't have cared less. She pulled Emma over so that she lay on top of her, making the water swish precariously close to the rim of the bath. Emma's pussy ground into her own while the smoothness of their legs and arms caused tremors and ideas to bubble up in both girls. Lauren felt her way along the little girl's back, down to the firm globes of her buttocks and deep into the crevice. Emma rested her head on Lauren's shoulder. The water lapped at her hair so that it darkened and dripped like Lauren's. "Wash me!" said Lauren, reaching for the soap. Emma knelt in front of her and lathered her hands before leaning over and rubbing the bubbles over Lauren's firm breasts, toying with her responding nipples. She even rubbed bubbles seductively over herself, pouting as if in a movie as she thrust her hand between her legs. Lauren smiled at her carefree nature and touched her thigh lightly. Emma's hands worked their way down to her legs, leaving a white trail of soap and slipperiness as she washed her knees and down to her feet. "Let the water out a bit." suggested Lauren. Emma obeyed, the water gurgling out until less than an inch was left. Lauren felt the soapy young hands over her pubic hair, running down her labia and teasing her lips. She smiled broadly and closed her eyes, sighing with contentment. Emma moved her attention to her thighs, soaping them in a circular motion as she progressed from the tight tendons at the top of her thighs down to her knees, and finally arrived at her feet. Emma put one of her feet against her chest and pulled it tight against herself, looking along her legs to her pussy, exposed and dripping with bubbles. She glided slowly back up her legs, pushing Lauren's feet behind herself so that Lauren could wrap her legs around her waist, pulling her closer to her pussy. Emma rubbed the bar of soap against her asshole in the lightest of movements, up and down along the length between the cheeks of her bottom to her lips. She splashed water over her occasionally, keeping the skin wet and slippery as Lauren's stomach muscles started to fret, contracting and rippling beneath her tan. Lauren raised her legs and rested them on the side of the bath. The tiny hands continued to wash her, teasing her hole for several minutes while Lauren moaned in appreciation, eyes closed and in awe of the gentle skill of the girl. Lauren felt her insert a single, tiny finger into her bottom, then remove it immediately before introducing two, pushing hard into her anus while rubbing the soap against her pussy lips. She knew she would come within minutes, but felt that she wanted a change of scenery, wanted to be able see absolutely everything of Emma as she came. "Hey, my turn. Stand up!" said Lauren, bringing her legs back into the shallow warm bath. She noticed a slight reluctance in Emma's eyes as she stood in front of her. Lauren pushed her palms between her knees and gently spread her legs. She looked up at the little girl, noticing the erect nipples that crowned her tiny breasts and her wan smile. Emma brushed her hair back from her face and held it behind her head, pushing her chest out while Lauren lathered her legs. She squeezed her buttocks, feeling the wet, firm flesh with her fingers and watched the tiny droplets of water trickling down from her pussy, along her thighs and into the bath. She ran the bar of soap over Emma's pussy lips, pleased as the edge sank into her young sex and pushed the lips apart. Lauren shifted in the bath, her own pussy slick and ready and growing more anxious with every inch of exploration. Lauren dropped the soap and ran her finger along the length of Emma's slit. Her legs opened further in response as a whimper came from deep inside her and her hand rested on Lauren's shoulder. Lauren felt underneath her, past the opening to her vagina, and located her tight anus. She administered more soap to the area, causing a louder squeal from Emma as she intruded less than half an inch. Lauren thought that she must be feeling exceptionally aroused that morning, and decided that any further frolicking should wait until they were out of the bath, perhaps even in Emma's bed for a change. Lauren took hold of her hips and guided her back into the water, then turned her round and wrapped her arms around her waist, pulling her back against her breasts so that she could kiss her ear. Emma leaned back, her muscles taught as she strained to kiss Lauren on the lips. Lauren cupped her breasts as they sank into the water, their legs entwined. "I need to go to the toilet, Lori" Lauren hugged her close. "Have you ever done it here, in the bath?" "Euch! No way!" said Emma, breaking out of the embrace and looking at Lauren in horror. "Hey, it's OK. Let the water out." suggested Lauren, moving towards the plug. "You can't be serious!" "Sure, Just do it. It's the strangest sensation! I've done it. I'll wash it away with the shower!" said Lauren, caressing her hair gently. "Go on, honest, it's lovely." Emma looked at her unconvinced. "No, I'll use the toilet over here" she said as a compromise, raising herself to a kneeling position. "I know!" said Lauren, pulling the plug out. "If you can't do it, then use the toilet. Trust me...please?" said Lauren, kissing her very gently on the lips. She could feel the tension in her face, the worry and concern of doing something so alien with someone watching. "Please?" She kissed her again. Emma turned and saw the last of the bathwater running out of the plughole. She shook her head. "I just can't!" she said, her chin dropping momentarily. Lauren stood and unfastened the shower attachment, feeling the temperature of the water until she was satisfied. "Look, if you turn round, I'll wash it down the plughole. It so easy!" "Will you do it as well?" asked Emma, unconvinced. "Of course! I don't need to go at the moment. Later, though!" Emma looked at her. Lauren touched the side of her face with her fingers as she played the shower over her legs and thighs. Emma looked into the distance, worried and unsure of herself. "Turn round so that you're facing away from me. I'll be between you and the taps and I'll just keep the shower on your bottom and pussy. Now try and push, so a little comes out." Lauren held the shower in her right hand while Emma knelt on all fours. She laid her head on the end of the bath and turned so that she could just see Lauren. "Just relax." said Lauren, her voice gentle and reassuring. "Feel the water on your bottom and pussy. I can see it dripping down your legs into the bath. You look so lovely from here. I promise I'll do it for you if you want." Emma shifted slightly, breathing out slowly as her bottom twitched slightly. "Good girl, just relax. Let it all come out. Push just a little bit." Lauren watched her efforts and the slight distortion of her anus as she tried to push. She touched her pussy, pushing her finger in and then running around her clitoris in tight circles, sending complex messages to the little girl's brain. Emma whimpered and shifted uncomfortably in the bath. "Oh, Lori, I can't push any more. Something else might happen!" "Relax, you're doing fine. Think of your swimming pool, and how you swim up and down. I can feel it coming inside you. You're doing very well." She massaged her back rubbing in slow circles. She let the shower spray over her back and down along her thighs, then pointed it up between her legs so that the droplets hit her pussy. Emma cried out as her stomach muscles tightened. Her eyes were closed, and Lauren wondered if she should stop. "Lori, please don't make me do this, please!" "Emma, trust me. It feels wonderful. It's so unusual and I'll wash it away for you. Just relax, you're doing so well." she whispered, calming her as a tiny dribble emerged from her pussy. "Yes, that's it, beautiful! I bet that feels so good." Another dribble. "Oh well done. There, I've washed it away. Just let it all go!" Suddenly, her pussy pouted and a stream of golden water hit the bath while Emma shuddered and sobbed, her eyes closed to the world. Lauren washed her down and as the stream grew smaller, she put her arm around her waist and pulled her up to rest on her lap, letting the shower play between the little girl's legs and her own. Emma squirmed on her lap, trying to pull away. "Lean back against the end of the bath!" Emma shook her head vigorously, sniffing loudly but slowly obeyed. "Was that good?" asked Lauren. Emma simply nodded, sniffing back the tears. "I really, really need to go to the toilet now." "Trust me, Em." Lauren pushed her index finger into the girls tiny anus and felt the pressure within her. "Too late. Do it here!" "Oh God no. That's disgusting!" cried Emma, collapsing into a ball in the bath. "If you go over on the toilet I'll see you, so there's no difference. Anyway, I know all about your bottom because we had to do that medicine, didn't we?" Lauren paused, waiting for the thought to sink in. "And here I can clean you up immediately!" Lauren leaned over her and kissed her shoulder, moving up to her ear. Her hand found the cheeks of her bottom, the valley between and the tight entrance. "Come on. I'll use this flannel. It won't make a mess, and I'll wash it off again straight away." She paused, caressing the tiny girl's thighs. "Do it for me?" Lauren took her shoulders in her hands and guided her back to the end of the bath. She faced away from Lauren once again, laying her head on the end of the bath. Lauren detected a slight acceptance of her demand and picking up the shower, turned the head to 'pulse' which sent out intermittent solid jets of water rather than a gentle spray. She leaned forward and kissed Emma's back, her tongue trailing down between the cheeks of her bottom and over her anus. Emma sobbed again, real tears flowing as she silently shook her head. The crinkled entrance was still very tight, too tight for Lauren to introduce her tongue. As she directed the water at her hole, she pulled the tight ring open with the fingers of her right hand, producing a gasp from Emma. Lauren dropped the shower and used both hands, spreading her cheeks hard, wide, pulling at the pinky-brown opening. "There! Doesn't that feel different. So exposed, shouting for attention?" Emma nodded, her eyes still closed. "It's so hot. Put the shower back on it! Please!" pleaded Emma, arching her back even more as her back curved, pushing her bottom higher. Lauren obeyed and Emma immediately shook as each pulse hit her hole. Lauren could see the muscles expanding and contracting as Emma tried to control the movement inside. "Oh God, Lori, it's coming! Oh, please don't look!" Lauren grabbed the flannel and held it under her hole, just covering her pussy. "Good girl, nice and slowly. You're doing so well!" Lauren listened to her voice and could scarcely believe she was saying and doing these things. She watched as the flannel became soaked from the shower as she continued to pound at her entrance with the heavy duty jet. "Oh, I ... Oh Lori! she cried, tears running down her cheeks. She sobbed in embarrassment as her stomach muscles fought to retain control. "Oh, it's ..." Lauren saw the muscles flowering, doming and then the hole expanding to reveal the dark shape of a cigar slowly emerging. Emma's young legs shook gently as her embarrasment increased. "Stop! Pull it back in. Now!" commanded Lauren, slapping her bottom. Emma groaned loudly as she fought to obey, her muscles reversing their action as the shape disappeared. Emma let out a loud groan and sobbed again. "Lori, please let me do it in the toilet. I can't stop it!" Her fists clenched with the effort, and she brought her right hand up to her mouth as if to smother her cries, biting her knuckles. "You're doing so well, sweety. This time, just let it go. I'll wash it away!" Emma shook violently as the water again thrust into her anus, and the muscles responded by pushing out once again. Lauren saw the same shape emerging and readied the flannel. "Oh yes! There's a good girl. Let it all come out now. Well done!" She brought the flannel around and up onto her back so that she could only sense what was happening. She knew from the slight crackling noise that Emma had let go and could feel the weight of the flannel slowly increasing. Emma cried out, a look of pain and pleasure on her face as she pushed her bottom higher and her stomach lower. A very long breath followed. "Oh God!" sobbed Emma, anxiety replaced by contentment and surprise. "All done?" Emma nodded again, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. Lauren wrapped up the flannel, took a step out of the bath and threw it straight into the toilet, flushing it away before returning to the bath. She reset the shower to 'spray' and washed Emma clean within a few seconds. Taking the soap, she rubbed the bar over her bottom cheeks and anus. "Just let me clean you up completely, just a minute." She introduced the corner of the soap into her anus. The dark tunnel was still wide open. A finger followed quickly and Emma shrieked with the sensation. She withdrew, washed her finger and reinserted it, moving it in and out as she cleaned her. The effect on Emma was startling as she bucked against her finger, desperate for more even greater stimulation. "Oh Lori, my bottom feels so hot. It's almost burning!" "Wait till I get my tongue on it, you'll go through the roof!" She sprayed them both with the shower, making sure they were both wet. "Come on, let's go straight to your bed" "But we should dry off first!" "What for? Someone'll change the bedding later!" Emma looked at her with a wicked grin and jumped out of the bath, leading the way back to her room, still sniffing and wiping away her tears. -- +--------------' 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> /