Message-ID: <3352eli$9708250943@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Francis Dashwood Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 2 Chapter 34 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: <199708242204.QAA28894@shaman.lycaeum.org> 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 34 The heat persisted throughout that week, making Lauren irritable and short tempered. She lacked sleep and if she had not been able to snooze during the day she would have been a wreck. Felix called on Friday afternoon just after lunch to say that he would have to work late that night, but would be able to take her out on Saturday afternoon. She agreed, looking forward to his company and a break from the boredom of the household routine. After the usual salad for tea, she lolled on the sofa in the lounge for half an hour, watching the news and chatting with Emma and Jamie until she felt so drained that she made her excuses and crawled to her room. She lay on the bed, fighting sleep. Raising her bottom, she slipped off her knickers and spun them across the room with a flick of her foot. Her hand found her pussy, damp, sweaty and very uninviting from the effects of the day. Fortified momentarily, she stood and slipped the light T-Shirt over her head before trudging wearily into the bathroom and turning on the shower. Less than ten minutes later she was showered, cleansed, in bed and asleep. Reality dawned on her slowly, washing over her like a summer thundercloud. She shied away, turning until the red numbers welcomed her to a new day. Three thirty seven. Lauren tried to remember the time she had gone to bed but failed. She recalled Jamie and Emma being awake in the lounge. She started at the thought. The last time she had left them alone she had found them five milliseconds later naked and engaged in sex. Sinking back against the damp pillow she mentally shrugged her shoulders and dismissed any further thought. The bright lights of the clock shone round the room and wherever she turned they reflected or glowed, intruding into her privacy. Unable to sleep, she pulled on her T-Shirt and silently slipped along the hallway into the kitchen. She closed the door before clicking on the light. Screwing her eyes up and feeling her way through half- closed eyes, she opened the fridge and pulled out a yoghurt. With a big yawn she slumped in a chair and gazed out into the dark night as she spooned the thick goo out of the pot. Realising how hungry she was, she filled the kettle and made tea. Daydreams came easily as she stared into the black void, whisking her off so fully that she shrieked when the kitchen door swung open. "Emma!" she squealed, "What are you doing up?" "I'm so hot. I think the air conditioning's on the blink. And thirsty" she said, reaching up for a glass from the cupboard. Her T-Shirt was shorter than Lauren's and offered no protection from prying eyes as it rode up, revealing her buttocks and hinting at her pussy. Lauren slumped further down in the chair, feeling the familiar stirring inside as her daydreams merged with reality. Emma's hair was tangled, unkempt from sleep and fell over her shoulders in ragged bunches, tumbling over the front of her T-Shirt without concealing the feint form of her little breasts. Lauren sat up slightly, resting a foot on her knee, oblivious to the possibility that she might be exposing herself to the little girl if she decided to sit down and peer beneath the canopy of her T-Shirt. The temperature in the room seemed to have risen ten degrees. Emma crouched down in front of the open fridge and rummaged among the litre bottles of drink. "Oh, that's great! Nice cold air!" she said, pulling out a carton of mango juice. She filled her glass, wiping her fingers over her T-Shirt. Slamming the fridge door, she turned, glass in hand to Lauren. "Want to try?" she asked, offering her glass. Lauren shrugged agreement and leaned forward, unwinding her legs. Emma inched forward between her knees and tilted the glass to her lips, causing her to drink quickly. "Whoa!" she cried as the cold sticky liquid dribbled down her chin and onto her T- Shirt. "Oh, now look, it's gone everywhere!". Emma found a cloth, knelt in front of her and wiped the bottom of her shirt and her thighs. "Hey, I'll do it, thanks!" said Lauren, taking hold of the cloth and wiping herself. A trickle of sweat ran down the side of Lauren's face as her T-Shirt prickled her skin. Emma stared, watching every movement. Lauren threw the cloth in the sink, congratulating herself for her uncanny accuracy. She picked her yoghurt back up and spooned another mouthful down. Emma jumped up playfully, straddled her knees and sat down on her legs, facing her. "What are you doing?" she asked, genuinely surprised. "Nothing, just sitting on your lap, that's all!" Emma leaned forward and rested her head on Lauren's shoulder. "I could go back to sleep like this, it's so comfortable" "It's too hot, come on, lean up!" said Lauren, pushing her away, conscious now that she was sweating beneath the confines of her rudimentary clothing. Emma's hands sank down to Lauren's thighs, smoothing the T-Shirt until they found the soft skin of her buttocks. Her little hands were hot but still she rested her head on her shoulder. "Oh, listen!" said Emma. "I didn't hear anything" "Yeah, the air conditioning started again!" said Emma, sitting up. Lauren thought she might have heard a feint whirring noise from the depths of the house. Emma smiled broadly at Lauren as she sat on her legs. "Come on then, back to bed for you young lady." said Lauren, pushing her back. Emma braced herself against the table with her elbows, still sitting on Lauren's legs. "Carry me!" she said gleefully. Lauren looked down and saw her pussy, deliberately exposed between her parted thighs. Her own sex stirred once again, delighting in the sight of the little nymph and the purity of her lightly-haired pussy. The heat was oppressive, the atmosphere in the kitchen almost edible. Lauren wiped her arm across her forehead. "God, it's so hot! Aren't you hot?" asked Lauren. "Mmm. I've got a great idea, let's swim!" "Don't be stupid, it's four in the morning!" "Oh come on, it's great fun. Come with me!" said Emma, now fully charged as she slipped off Lauren's legs. Her little bottom twitched as she made her way to the patio door and flicked the catch. She turned, resting her head on her shoulder, and looked at Lauren with theatrical seduction. "Are you coming?" Reluctantly, Lauren stood and followed her out onto the patio. She looked around, checking to see how many neighbours might be watching their early morning frolic. The light from the kitchen shone across the deep end while the moonlight guided them down to the treacherous shallow end that had been so cruel to Lauren. She watched as Emma pulled her T-Shirt off in one fluid motion and let it fall onto the paving stones. She could see the outline of her figure, her slim legs and the pinnacles of her breasts in varying shades of grey. While Emma waded in, Lauren followed suit, losing her T-Shirt and cautiously stepping down between the stone pillars and into the shallow end. Each step forward was tested with her foot to ensure that she didn't sink without trace again. "Swim!" shrieked Emma, treading water about halfway out. "I can't, you know that!" replied Lauren, trying to look busy splashing water around. Emma had been right, the pool was bliss, the feeling of swimming naked quite wonderful. She reached down, scooping water up and splashed her breasts and shoulders, finally finding the inner resolve to kneel and submerge to her neck. Emma swam back to the shallow end. "Come on, I'll teach you!" "Don't be silly, it's night time. I mean, maybe tomorrow" "Please, I'll hold you, and you just do the strokes, OK?" "But I might sink!" "I'll hold you, like I said. You have to trust me." Emma looked into her eyes, challenging her, waiting with arms outstretched. "Do you?" Slowly, Lauren edged forward, reassured that as she ventured farther from the shallow end, so Emma supported her stomach and thighs with her arms. Both girls shrieked continually as though they were both on fire, until the novelty wore off and Lauren genuinely tried to swim. "OK, now hands right forward, make paddles and then push the water away! Push! OK, once more, and again!" The instruction lasted almost half an hour, varying between breast stroke, floating on her back (which scared her to death when the water lapped at her ears) and opening her eyes under water. Emma taught her carefully, ensuring that she never sank beneath the surface. Teaching the older girl was a difficult feat for Emma and her efforts were appreciated by Lauren. Gradually, the two girls relaxed and as their trust grew so Lauren was able to concentrate on moving as she was told rather than worrying if she was about to drown. Emma used the palm of her hands to support Lauren, one just above her pubic hair and the other just below her breasts. Occasionally the lower hand would stray accidentally into the tight hair above her pussy, only to return later as Lauren squirmed and invented new strokes. Finally, they stopped, both of them buoyed by Lauren's achievement of swimming across the pool unaided, albeit lacking in elegance. Lauren leaned with her back against the side of the pool, watching as Emma approached. "OK, now watch me, I'll dive down, swim around and come back up. Then you do it, OK?" said Emma, sinking without an answer. Lauren watched the little bubbles, trying in the half light of the new dawn to see where she had gone. Suddenly, she felt hands on her feet, shins, legs, and then Emma slid slowly up along her body. Lauren squealed delightedly as she felt tiny bubbles of air touching her thighs, sneaking around her pussy and drifting slowly up between the valley of her buttocks. She parted her legs slightly as the feeling of arousal became stronger and the swirling of the water promised uncharted pleasures. A lithe young body slowly broke the surface in front of her. Their breasts touched as Emma flicked her hair back, breathing deeply as she clung for support. Lauren allowed herself to hold her gently in her arms. "That tickled!" said Lauren, smiling as she pushed Emma's damp hair away from her face. "Go on, I think you can do it as well." Lauren took a deep breath, about to protest. "Just hold your breath and swim around. It's easier than swimming on the surface!" "No, I don't think so." "Try, just for me?" asked Emma, hugging her a little tighter. They changed places, Lauren testing the depth before breathing in a very deep breath and sticking her head under water. She emerged loudly, exhaling like a whale. Emma was about to tease her when Lauren held up her hand, breathed in again and disappeared. In the bubbly silence she found Emma more by touch than sight. Her little feet were slightly parted, and she pulled herself up along her thighs, nuzzling into the softness of her pussy and marveling at the difference between the squeaky cleanness of her thighs and the slipperiness of her pussy lips. The warmth of her skin glowed in contrast to the cool water. She slid upwards, kissing adventurously above her pussy, then more accurately rubbing her nose on her breast before exploding back into safety. She held onto the side of the pool, her hands resting above Emma, her breasts bobbing on the surface in front of her. Lauren felt the softness of Emma's thigh pressing gently between her own. "I told you that you could do it!" said Emma. "It's easier than swimming up here, that's weird!". Lauren allowed Emma to press further between her legs, feeling her thigh slip along her pussy. "It's so quiet. Nobody's awake!" whispered Emma, tracing her finger along Lauren's shoulder and down between her breasts. Lauren looked at her, feeling her hands exploring beneath the surface of the water. They were naked, exposed, obviously engaged in petting to anyone who happened to walk by. The water covered them, distorting reality into a shimmer of patches of light and dark, hiding their true intentions and creating an exciting atmosphere of bravado and intimacy. She felt Emma pulling her closer and allowed one hand to touch her hair while she gripped the pool edge with the other. "You should get dry, you know" said Lauren, holding clumps of her darkened hair. "It's OK, I'm going to get wet again. Just stay there" she said, slipping down underneath the water. Lauren held onto the side with both hands, looking down between her breasts at the translucent image below. Then she felt hands behind her, caressing her buttocks, and the bubbles again around her pussy. She rested her head on the side of the pool, mesmerised by the tickling. The hands found her anus, then her pussy, caressing slowly as they made their way up her stomach, followed by her arms until Lauren realised the Emma was swimming through her legs, kissing her body as she pressed hard against her, surfacing slowly. Lauren gladly allowed Emma's thigh to press once again between her legs and pulled her closer, bending down slightly to kiss her forehead. They stared at each other before Emma raised her lips up. Her eyelids fluttered closed and her lips parted in expectation of the kiss that followed. Lauren felt her legs pressing hard against her pussy and twisted slightly to ensure that any escape would be difficult. Her right hand caressed her back, down to her tight buttocks and around up to her breast. Her nipples was hard, taut against the palm of her hand, yielding slightly to her touch. She felt Emma returning the compliment, tweaking her nipple and cupping her firm breasts in her hands as their kisses grew from the gentlest of embraces to warm, loving encounters that brought Lauren out in goosebumps. Emma gripped Lauren tightly and wrapped her legs around her waist, leaning back against the side of the pool and hanging on with her hands behind her head. Lauren took the initiative, pulling Emma's buttocks almost out of the water before pushing her legs over her shoulders and burying her head between the young girl's legs. Her thighs gripped tighter and tighter around her neck until Lauren was concerned. She pushed her away and slid back into the water, licking her lips with delight at her mastery of the pool and her taste of Emma's arousal. "We should go in, we'll need to get some sleep soon." said Lauren, bobbing up and down on tip toes, unconsciously offering her breasts. "It must be five o'clock already." "Can I stay with you? It's only for a few hours?" "Oh, Emma, how can we? Your brother's there!" "He sleeps like a log, you know that. And anyway, he got to bed late, he'll be asleep until midday." Lauren looked at her, hair matted against the side of her face, breasts twinkling in the early morning light. Her figure, distorted by the pool, was mysterious, young and sensuous. But Lauren once again laboured over her response, recalling her concerns about fooling with the little girl, and her recent resolve to cultivate a more respectable relationship with Felix. Eventually, logic of sorts determined that since she had made love to Felix earlier in the week that she had paid her debt to depravity and was probably in credit. Cuddling up to Emma would therefore not really constitute a break from her determination. "Let's get dry...Oh, shit, we didn't bring any towels!" said Lauren, aghast. "So?" said Emma, shrugging. "There are plenty in my room" "Yeah, but they're inside" Emma turned from her and climbed the steps out of the shallow end, heading for the kitchen. "Come on, let's get something to drink!" Lauren watched her gracefully swoop down to catch her T- Shirt, her breasts catching the palest of the pink morning light as she disappeared humming through the patio doors into the kitchen. She once again felt pleasure in the girls' pubescent features, her tanned legs and buttocks, the way the water tumbled down her back and the mat of wet blonde hair that clung to her shoulders. Lauren clambered out of the pool and grabbed her T-Shirt as well. She momentarily thought about slipping it over her head but decided against it, instead quickly touching herself between her legs to confirm the welcoming feel of her pussy. She entered the kitchen and suppressed a squeal of delight as she saw Emma squatting in front of the fridge, naked, thighs tightly together, not a care in the world. She slipped down behind her, peering into the fridge over her shoulder. "Come on, let's get dressed!" she whispered impatiently, casting uneasy glances towards the door. "God, the cold air feels so good on me!" said Emma, ignoring Lauren's plea. She leaned back almost pushing Lauren over. Drips of water ran from the nape of her neck, fighting through the swirl of blonde hair that patterned her back. "Where can you feel it? asked Lauren, touching her thigh. "Here?" "Mmm" Lauren slid her hand around her thigh and found the tight cheeks of her bottom. A finger ran along the valley towards her vagina. "What about here?" "Oh yes, definitely." She turned slightly. "Lori?" The bombshell cometh. "What?" "Do something different, something unusual. You know, really dirty" "What like?" asked Lauren, backing away in embarrassment. "I don't know. Something in here, in the kitchen. Something weird and risky." Lauren thought as she looked around the room. Her sphincter tightened as she realised that it was getting light and although she was fairly sure that Emma wouldn't run through the house screaming, she might cry out in pleasure if they got too carried away. "And I want to do it you as well." she said, wonder and excitement in her eyes. "Look, not here." she whispered, cupping Emma's breasts from behind. Suddenly, Emma turned and stood in front of her, swaying as Lauren stared directly at her sweet pussy. The young lips still had tiny droplets of water on them, sparkling in the light of the kitchen, nestling into the soft folds of skin of her inner lips. Lauren leaned forward slowly and kissed just above the hood of her clitoris. As she savored the soft smoothness of the girls' stomach against her cheek, Emma pressed a cold can against Lauren's shoulder. "What's in here?" "Cream" "What for?" "For me. Cressida said she read about it in a magazine." said Emma. "Cressida? Oh yes, the girl you visited." "I read it too. I want to invite her over sometime. She could stay overnight, right?" "I suppose so, I don't think your mum would mind." But Lauren was more intrigued, and a little concerned, about the cream. Emma flicked the top of the carton and angled it towards her navel. "What are you doing?" hissed Lauren. Emma didn't reply. Instead, the cream flowed slowly down from the carton, over her navel, and in the general direction of her pussy. Lauren felt her stomach somersault as a feeling of lightheadedness came over her. Unconsciously she shook her head from side to side, watching as the white trail encountered the sparse pubic hair, paused momentarily then burst forth again between her pussy lips. "Oh, it's so smooth, and cold!" said Emma, her eyes closed as she held onto the fridge for support. Tiny drips of cream fell onto her thighs and legs. "Jesus, Emma." exclaimed Lauren, swallowing hard at the sight of the cream running over the delicate folds of skin. She tilted the carton back to normal then ran for the kitchen door and peered out into the dining room. The coast appeared to be clear. "Go to my room!" she said, ushering her out of the kitchen with the carton. Lauren cleared up very quickly, visited the lounge briefly then slipped into her bedroom. Emma lay on her back, eyes closed, legs together, the white stain evident even in the half-light of dawn. Lauren snaked up from the foot of the bed and licked from her knees up to her pussy, holding her thighs tightly together. The cream tasted of very little, but the smoothness and the sheer wantonness of the girl made her shiver with delight. Gently she laid on top of her, bracing herself with her hands either side of the little angel. She lapped at her breasts causing Emma to murmur her appreciation, then pushed her tongue between her lips, kissing her mouth fully as she gripped her shoulders. Emma held her head, pulling her closer as she responded feverishly, pushing her unexpectedly off and onto her back. "What?" "I want to do it to you." replied Emma, reaching for the cream. "Which magazine was this?" asked Lauren, very self-conscious and more than a little embarrassed. Emma knelt beside her and pushed her hand between her thighs, parting her legs and caressing her pussy. "Her mum's. In Spanish. God, you feel so wet!" Lauren felt the cold cream dribbling down very slowly from her navel, and sat up slightly to direct it away from her hips. Emma tipped again, oblivious to the cleaning bill that was sure to follow. She replaced the carton by the bed and ran her fingers around in the liquid. Lauren wasn't too convinced about the eroticism of the cream. She thought she had seen it once in a sex film, years ago, and it had looked pretty messy at the time. Emma's fingers felt wonderful, but then they would have done without the cream. Emma leaned forward and kissed the mat of pubic hair above her vagina, probing with her tongue and teasing her aroused labia with butterfly kisses. But it was when her tongue found her vagina and sought the treasure beyond that Lauren realised just how sensuous the feeling could be. The heat from her mouth and the cold cream mixed to send rockets of signals directly to her brain. Emma brought her hands underneath her bottom and pulled Lauren into her mouth making her inhale sharply between clenched teeth. She gripped Emma's bottom and pulled her across her body, making her straddle her chest. With Emma's pussy within range of her tongue she inhaled the smell of chlorine from the pool mixed with the youngsters sex. Cream dripped from her vagina as though coming from inside, just in case though Lauren needed any further encouragement to delve deeply into her. They gripped each other tighter, Lauren alternating with her tongue between flicking her pussy lips and straining upwards towards her bottom. Recalling Emma's wish to do the same to her, she gently pushed her over onto the bed and quietly reassured her that this was just part two of many. Lauren grabbed both her pillows and pushed them underneath Emma's bottom, arranging her until her young mound pushed up deliciously towards the ceiling. She reached down towards the end of the bed and retrieved the candle that she had grabbed from the lounge. She kissed her pubic hair briefly before running the tapered end of the candle over her pussy, spreading the cream and further teasing Emma. "What are you going to do?" asked Emma, eyes closed. "Make you come." Lauren dripped a little more cream from the carton into her sparse pubic hair. Emma smiled as though sleep was upon her. With cream dribbled over the thin end of the candle, Lauren wiped the remainder over the little girl's bottom, swirling around her anus, announcing the intended target for the implement. Emma raised her bottom slightly, her anus exposed completely, trusting, dripping with the thick white cream. Lauren felt the muscles welcoming their visitor as Lauren pushed slightly inside with her middle finger. She leaned down and kissed her pussy, lapping at the cream that still covered her labia and clitoris. Emma moaned delightedly, inhaling deeply as Lauren slid in the first inch of the candle. She withdrew it again as she continued to kiss her, then pushed in, slightly deeper, twirling it around, teasing the tight muscular walls of her rectum. Emma gripped the back of her knees, pulling her legs hard against her breasts while her anus pouted constantly. Lauren could see her trembling, the strength of satisfaction gaining with every minute. She pushed the candle deeper, checking occasionally to ensure that it was sufficiently oily, establishing a regular depth and rhythm so that Emma could anticipate and work with her towards their goal. Lauren flicked at her clitoris, watching with delight as the candle disappeared into the young girl. Emma's movements became erratic, uncontrolled, her breathing irregular and the grip on her legs so tight that white patches surrounded her fingers as she dug into the skin. Lauren lapped deeply around the entrance to her vagina, pushing in as hard as possible, straining her tongue until her jaw ached. She felt the walls contracting and increased the rate of pumping with her hand. A glance at Emma made her think she was about to cry but the screwed up expression on her face changed to surprise and shock as she came, her anus gripping the candle so that it would hardly move and her pussy trembling delightfully, rewarding her with a gush of juice that mixed gloriously with the cream in her mouth. Lauren let go of the candle and watched it being slowly expelled as Emma continued to orgasm. Lauren held her tight, laying her head against the back of her thighs, nibbling occasionally as the pleasure and gratification of the moment were slowly absorbed. Lauren flicked gently once or twice at her pussy, reassuring her until she decided that it was time to relax. Lauren pulled the pillows out from under her bottom and cuddled closer, wrapping her arms around her and shifting slightly until their breasts touched fully. Lauren wrapped her right leg over Emma and entwined herself. Sweet breaths of exhaustion wafted over her as beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. Lauren licked her clean like a cat, tending to her needs, so very conscious of her feelings at that moment and her desire to be simply held. Several minutes passed until Emma looked up into her eyes and leaned forward to kiss her lips, shifting slowly as she did until she lay on top of Lauren. The trail of cream smeared over Lauren's stomach as Emma opened her legs and straddled her, nestling into her neck and breathing contentedly into her ear. Lauren reached over her bottom and teased along the valley of her buttocks, seeking out her anus and the scene of the earlier intrusion. Her finger found the entrance and Lauren was delighted to feel how tight it was once again. She massaged the cream around in lazy circles, willing her little friend to return the compliment. At last, and to caresses and touches from Lauren, Emma slipped down her body, kissing gently at her breasts as she slipped between her legs. Emma took hold of the two pillows, just as Lauren had done, and guided Lauren's bottom into the air as she slipped them underneath. Patting them carefully, she let go of Lauren and held the pillows as she sank back down, offering her wet pussy high into the air. Lauren continued her encouragement, touching Emma's thighs and rubbing her vagina with the back of her hand as the girl took hold of the cream from the bedside table. Lauren closed her eyes, the hint of a smile across her face as she felt Emma pushing her legs apart, her young fingers trailing through the brown pubic hair and along the length of her labia. The excursion continued, locating her anus and circling as she had remembered. Suddenly, Lauren felt the cream flowing steadily over her vagina rekindling her basic inclination to make sure that the pillows didn't get messy. As she closed her legs, Emma held her steady, spreading the silky liquid around, probing inside her vagina with her fingers until Lauren realised that she really didn't care, and parted her thighs to allow Emma the greatest access. She heard the carton being put back on the bedside table, and felt Emma draw closer to her side, kissing her stomach gently as her hands glided along her thighs and slid through the whiteness of her pussy. The cold sensation, she realised, was Emma teasing her with the candle and her expectations went into overdrive as it slipped along the length of her vagina, circling her clitoris and finally heading south to it's final destination. Lauren raised her bottom, making absolutely sure that there was no obstruction in the way of this ultimate pleasure. Never before had she even thought about using cream, and she knew that to have the thirteen year old nymphet administering such attention was going to be the stuff of dreams to come for many months ahead. Lauren shifted slightly on the pillows, pulling her thighs back as her hands supported her buttocks, ready to pull the cheeks apart and stretch her entrance. Emma slid between her legs, leaning over Lauren to brush her little breasts against the back of her legs. Her tongue found a source of cream and lapped longingly up from the entrance to her vagina, over her clitoris and up into the brown bush. Then down again, tracing a return path that dwelt around her clitoris, teasing the bud into the light of dawn. Lauren shook slightly, her orgasm bubbling dimly within, her fingers digging into her buttocks as Emma leaned back and ran the tip of the candle around the crinkled opening. Slowly, Lauren felt the candle enter. She was unsure how much, maybe an inch, and then it withdrew again. She sighed, smiling happily as she laid her head to one side on the sheet. Emma spread a little more cream over the top and around her hole, then reinserted the candle, twisting the end gently to ensure that Lauren felt the maximum benefit. Her other hand found her pussy lips and gently stroked along their length, darting inside her vagina occasionally, feeling the hardness of the candle through the thin membrane. Deeper and deeper went the wax shaft, penetrating perhaps four inches, the glow within beginning to join forces with that from her vagina to speed her relief. Lauren reached down and pulled the candle from her anus. "Does it hurt?" asked Emma, stopping all movement. Lauren didn't reply. She simply shook her head and turned the candle round, offering the bulbous end to her anus. Together, they pushed the first half inch inside her. Lauren continued to grip Emma's hand on the candle, delighted with the feeling and the knowledge of what they were doing. Carefully, she let go and Emma continued to push, losing the length of it slowly inside her, pausing then withdrawing almost all the way. Her pumping built up speed as her muscles relaxed, and Emma returned to caress her clitoris with circular motions of her thumb. Suddenly, out of nowhere, pleasure burst forth, growing into the threat of an orgasm so big that Lauren wondered if she should stop. That idea lasted less than a single stroke of Emma's hands but she did cover her mouth with her hand as her anus pulsed wildly and she thought she was about to be sick with the feeling of euphoria. Emma pushed deep into both her pussy and anus, reading her movements well and was rewarded by Lauren's vaginal muscles gripping tightly to her two fingers as Lauren arched her back and squealed into her hand. Lauren thought that something must be happening. Either she had wet herself, shrieked out, or even broken something inside. The force of her orgasm was such that she bucked violently in the air, not knowing whether to arch her back or pull her thighs back against her chest to maximise the effect of the candle and fingers. Over the following thirty seconds she did both, scaring Emma to such an extent that she slipped out the candle and tried to calm her down. The removal of the candle sent her into a second wave of rapture, the heat in her anus stinging, mentally extinguished by the juices that flowed freely from her pussy. As she slowly settled down onto the pillows she knew there were tears in her eyes. She had no idea the reason for them, except that she was deliriously happy and could have eaten Emma to death and would have thrown her arms around her if she had believed that she wouldn't squeeze the last breath out of her young body. Emma lay down awkwardly next to her, one leg draped over the pillows. Lauren purred, eyes closed, one hand seeking Emma. She found her, touched her arm, down to her fingers as though thanking her. They dozed silently for perhaps ten minutes until reality sank in and Lauren suggested they get a little more sleep. Naked, Emma wandered over to the bedroom door, her little buttocks twitching sexily, occasionally revealing the smooth outline of her pussy. With utmost caution, she cracked open the door, peered along the hallway, then turned, smiled and waved good-bye. Lauren dreamed of a long path. She was driving quickly along the path in a Mercedes taxi full of Swiss chocolate that despite her frantic efforts melted and messed up the seats. -- +--------------' 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> /