Message-ID: <3685eli$9709031430@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Francis Dashwood Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 2 Chapter 16-17 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: <199709030139.TAA17260@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 16 “Oh thanks, I owe you one!” said Emma, smiling at Cressida. “Can I call a cab from here?” “Why the secrecy?” asked Cressida. “It’s a surprise for our au pair!” The girls looked up the number for the local cab company and demanded service right away. After a delay of only thirty minutes, Emma stepped into a battered green and white vehicle that, according to a small plastic sign on the roof, was a taxi. It spluttered away to her destination. “Nice taxi, yes?” asked the driver as the air conditioning blasted out hot air. Exhaust fumes spewed through the front dashboard, a blue haze drifting past the driver, mingling with his cigarette smoke before cascading through his open window. The gearbox seemed to be in constant debate whether to engage or disengage, the juddering motion giving Emma’s stomach something else to tremble about. She smiled at the driver, noting his leering smile as his eyes toured her face. She shifted to the window and gazed out at the rugged coastline. Less than ten minutes later, she emerged from the taxi, shaken, two or three shades closer to black than white, but nevertheless relieved. She paid the driver and looked up, her heart beating rapidly and her hands shaking very slightly. “La Fontaine Hotel” was imperious, with large white columns at the entrance at the top of the steps, and big heavy revolving doors that led into the marbled hotel lobby. “I’m looking for Dolores, she’s expecting me, I think.” Emma fumbled nervously with her fingers as the receptionist looked up the number. “Suite 302. You can use the house phone over there. Just dial 7 and then 302. Have a nice day” she said automatically as she chewed her gum. The phone was answered almost immediately. “It’s me, Emma. Oh right. OK, I’ll come up now.” She walked across the lobby and took the elevator up to the third floor. The hotel was opulent, the fittings were gold, or at least gold coloured, the carpet lush and thick everywhere she walked. Following the signs for 302, she passed several cleaning trolleys, their owners busying themselves in the rooms as sheets flew out the doors and televisions blasted out the news. She knocked and waited. “Hi, Emma?” said the young woman. She was unexceptional, but friendly. In fact, warmth seemed to radiate from her, defeating the air conditioning that blew down her neck as they walked through the dark corridor of the suite. It was a beautiful room, with ornate French renaissance furniture that had been chosen with care. Real or not, Emma thought it looked magical. “Hi, I’m maybe a little late.” stuttered Emma. “Who cares, this is a day for having fun, right?” said the young woman. Emma revised her opinion, downgrading the woman from plain to plain ugly. But there was still a warmth and happiness in her manner. “Yeah!” said Emma, feeling just as nervous as she smiled back at her. She sat on the edge of the sofa and Dolores picked up a clipboard, smiled once again and started to read. Cracked tooth, thought Emma. “Now, let’s see, you’re Emma Rivera, right, and you’re sixteen, is that correct?” “Yes.” Emma knew that the lady didn’t believe her, but was unconcerned. “And you want to earn some money today?” “I think so. My friend said that you would pay me, you know. I’m just a bit, well, scared. I really need about four hundred dollars for a plane ticket” “Where are you going?” she asked, drawing nearer with interest. “Oh, not for me. For Lauren. She’s our au pair. She wants her friend to visit but they don't have any money. I’ve got some, but I can get it out of my bank until I’m eighteen.” “Well, we can get you that plane ticket, don’t you worry. Now, today is going to be really good fun, don’t you think. Let’s get these questions answered and then we can start. You’re certainly a very pretty young lady, and I love your blouse!” “Thank you!” beamed Emma, leaning back on the sofa. She crossed her legs dramatically, her heart pounding as she became to realise that she was all alone with her decision to meet in the hotel. “Now, have you done any films or pictures before?” “No” Dolores wrote on her clipboard. “And you realise that you’ll be with a young boy in this film? He’ll touch you - and you can touch him of course!” said Dolores, smiling broadly. “I know. I don’t mind him kissing me, that would be nice. I just don’t want him, well, to hurt me or anything.” Emma gripped her leg with her sweaty hand. She had dreamed for so long of kissing a boy, of feeling his warmth against her. But now it was maybe only minutes away and the whole idea was almost abhorrent. “And have you had sex before?” “I’m not a virgin, you know” she said tartly. “OK” responded Dolores, writing with a smile. “The filming will take maybe two hours, then we can pay you and you’ll be on your way. And of course, we’ll call you in about a week. You can see the film and if you don’t like it we’ll throw it away. That should help you to relax when we do the filming.” “Oh good, I was wondering about that. Thanks!” said Emma, relieved by the honesty and thoughtfulness of the woman. She looked quickly at her, wanting to ask what they would do, and how many people there would be. Cressida had said that she had heard that there were five or six boys sometimes, and they smacked people, hard enough to make them cry. Dolores organised her quickly. “Now, take this dressing gown and go into the bedroom. Have a bath and make sure you’re clean everywhere. Come back with just the gown on when you’re ready!” Dolores beamed one more time and watched her disappear. Emma closed the door behind her and listened to her heart thumping in her chest. There was still time to run from the room and flee down the emergency staircase. She pulled off her T-Shirt and sat on the edge of the bed. If it was possible to just go slowly then she thought may be able to control the session, and quit when she wanted. Happier with the thought of being in control, she stood and unzipped her skirt. It fell to the floor silently, quickly joined by the T-Shirt. Her knickers slipped down her legs and joined the pile. She walked through to the bathroom and gazed at the enormous place. The bath looked minuscule in comparison to the rest of the room. There was even an ornate chair against the wall with towels and another dressing gown, ready for her use. The taps gushed noisily, filling the old iron bath with murky water. She sat on the huge chair and draped a leg over each arm. Her pussy was slightly moist and she licked her fingers before running them over her outer lips. She thought about Lauren. She was pleased that she had found a way to get her the money, and could just imagine her face when she gave it to her. So much had changed since Lauren arrived. ‘L’ day, as she had written in her diary. She hadn’t really liked her that day. In fact, she had considered running away. All the pleading, cross words and tantrums that she had used to convince her parents that they didn’t need another au pair had been for nothing. She had even planned some retribution for Lauren, events to embarrass her, make her wish she had stayed at home. But now, she adored her. Lauren had told her things and shared her experiences as though they were sisters. And she came with her to the doctors. Nobody had ever helped her like that, not even her mother. All she did was to give her the taxi fare and get her secretary to make the appointment. As the water filled the bath her reservations dimmed, the splashing of the warm water soothing away the majority of her concerns. A smile drifted across her face as she thought of the house a few months earlier. The previous au pair, Mrs. Barker, had been an older lady (as her mother put it) who Emma had no respect for at any time. They argued constantly and Emma would go out of her way to annoy her. She recalled that it was Mrs. Barker who said they couldn’t wear bathing costumes in the house, so she wore T- shirts with no knickers. Jamie had done the same occasionally, disregarding her moral codes simply to annoy her, asking her questions about sex to deliberately embarrass her. Emma smiled. “Mrs. Barker, I think I need new underpants. My penis has split these ones” he had said to her, straight faced. Mrs. B. reddened the colour of a tomato. The next day he had asked why his penis got straight in the mornings. Mrs. Barker had asked to go home after four months. Emma smiled. Satisfied that the bath was full enough and at the right temperature, she turned the taps off and sank into the water up to her neck. She rested there only a few moments before taking the soap and standing up. She washed around her pussy and bottom then sank back in to rinse off. The bath towels were huge and she wrapped it twice around herself while patting her body dry. The robe was also warm and felt soft against her skin. Deciding that she was ready, she opened the door slowly and peered out. Dolores was on the phone. Emma crept across the room and sat again on the sofa. “Oh, my star is ready! I’ll be over in a minute!” said Dolores, hanging up. “Now, stand up in front of me. That’s good. Let’s just undo the belt, I want to just check that everything is fine.” Dolores tugged at her belt and let the two sides of the robe part. Emma looked at her with fright, dumbfounded that anyone would feel they could simply take her clothes off without even asking. Her fears returned although she made no attempt to resist and simply watched as the look on her face turned from curiosity to rapture. “Oh my, you are very, very lovely. What happened to the hair down here?” “The doctor told me to take it off. I had a problem.” “Are you better now?” “Fine, I think” she said, pulling the robe back together. “Great, that’s good. Give me the robe for a minute and turn round.” requested Dolores. “Walk over the bedroom and come back again.” Emma felt her eyes on her body as the robe slipped away and she found it difficult to walk without anything to do with her hands. She turned quickly and almost ran back to the sofa. Dolores offered her the robe. “Young lady, you are very lovely.” she said, helping Emma to tie the belt. “I just want to make sure your infection has all gone, OK?” asked Dolores. Emma nodded, her smile disppearing slowly. “Sit on the sofa. you can keep the robe on if you like” Dolores squatted in front of Emma, parting her legs slightly as she smiled up at the little girl. “Lean back on the sofa and relax, then bring your fett up onto the cushions.” Emma did as requested, watching the woman as she moved closer between her feet. The tails of the robe parted, revelaing Emma’s aroused sex. “Well, everything looks fine so far, nice and healthy!” beamed Dolores as she reached for a surgical glove. The snap as she pulled it over her fingers made Emma jump. “What are you going to do?” “Just take a quick look inside, lay back” Dolores placed her left hand on Emma’s thigh and felt her labia, using the natural lubrication to ease her inspection as she ran the young folds between her fingers. She felt the other side, scooping the little girl juice over her fingers as she pushed between her lips. Using two straight fingers, she examined the walls of her vagina, feeling deep inside. Emma pushed back against her hand, her head hard against the back of the sofa, eyes closed. “Oh, that ....” “That what?” asked Dolores. “It feels....nice.” Dolores chuckled, pulling her fingers out of the hot young channel. “That’s fine. You’re all recovered. Now, I think that the boy is ready for you. What we’ll do is pretend, during the film, that you are sick from school, and that your teacher comes round to your house with Juan to see how you are, and give you both a lesson on boys and girls and how to kiss and cuddle. Sounds easy, eh?” “But he won’t hurt me, will he?” asked Emma “No, he will not. I’ll make sure that you only feel pleasure. Trust me!” “But what if he doesn’t like me? He might not speak to me or look at me” asked Emma, fiddling with the belt. “He will, I promise. Or we’ll find someone who does.” She stood, making for the door. “Tell you what, we’ll start with kissing. That’ll tell us. You give me a thumbs up sign if you think he likes you!” “OK, it’s a deal” said Emma, pleased that they had a secret to share. “Let’s meet Maria. She’s going to play the part of the teacher.” They left the room and walked across the corridor, entering another suite without knocking. Emma saw a young boy sitting quietly on the sofa dressed in shorts and a T-Shirt. His dark hair, handsome face and smooth skin pleased her. He smiled. Emma’s heart thumped briefly in her chest as she realised that this was the other film star. Next to him was a young girl, older she thought than Lauren, with long, dark straight hair and a cheeky, rounded face with big dark eyes. She looked slightly Spanish and her features were perfect. She wore a robe as well and Emma noticed the shape of her left breast where the sides parted. She glanced nervously at Juan and the girl, judging whether they were likely to hurt her in any way. After introductions, the children were led through into the main bedroom. Emma noticed that there were two or three spotlights already set up and a microphone dangled from the light fitting above the bed. Two cameras were also mounted on tripods. Dolores took them by the arms and led them to the bed while Maria checked the cameras. One of them whirred briefly as a little red light shone on the side. “Now, we’ll do the story in bits. Emma, you get into bed, with the robe on, and pretend to be asleep. Then I’ll come in with Juan and wake you up. I’ll tell you about the lesson and show you both how to kiss, OK?” “Yep. Don’t I have to learn any lines or anything?” asked Emma. “No, sweety, you’ll do fine without them, I’m sure.” “OK” said Emma with a shrug, pulling the crisp cotton covers back and slipping into the big, king-sized bed. She shut her eyes and pulled the sheets tight up to her chin while Dolores whispered to Juan. She felt the lights come on and hid deeper in the pillow. Maria stood by the bed, ready for action, waiting for Dolores to start the second camera. Maria walked up to the bed. “Here we are then, this is Emma’s bedroom. Are you ill, Emma?” Emma nodded. “Oh dear, well we can’t interrupt your school work just because you’re ill. I’ve brought Juan here so we can continue our lessons! Here he is.” Juan sat down on the bed next to Emma and looked down at her. She turned to him and looked at his tanned face. He was smiling and Emma thought he looked like a nice young man. She felt easier now she could see him and smiled back, slightly nervous but nonetheless a genuine reaction. “Now” said Maria, “I’ll sit between you two and we can start today’s lesson.” As she sat the robe parted, giving the camera a view between her legs. She turned to Juan. “Now, let’s learn today how to kiss, shall we? Juan, kiss me while Emma watches”. Juan leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the lips. Maria responded and took his face in her hands, pushing her tongue into his mouth. She moved her legs slightly so that more was exposed to the camera’s eye and they kissed with varying degrees of passion for almost two minutes. “Oh, Juan, you kiss beautifully, I’m getting quite wet. Now, you watch while I see how Emma does.” She looked down as Emma leaned up voluntarily, their lips meeting halfway in the gentlest of kisses. She touched the side of Emma’s face, kissing her forehead, her cheeks and making her way slowly back to her lips. Emma’s enthusiasm was obvious in her response as she mimicked Maria’s hands and actions, feeling her tongue and licking around her lips. Maria pushed the sheets down slightly, and as Emma lay back, she kissed her neck, ears and cheeks as she made her way slowly down to her chest. “Oh wow, Emma, you’re so good at that. Have you had lessons before?” Emma shook her head. “Well, now let’s make sure you two can kiss properly before we begin the next stage of our lesson today.” She climbed over to the other side of Emma as Juan leaned over and kissed Emma’s lips. His breath was sweet and Emma felt the beginnings of arousal between her legs. He smiled as he kissed her again, making Emma giggle as she reached up and pulled his head towards her. Her nervousness melted away with the gentle, caring touch of his lips and the knowledge that this was the first boy who had really kissed her. Desperately trying to look serious again, Juan laid down beside her as he concentrated his kisses on her neck and moved over to her shoulder. Emma lay back on the pillow and ran her fingers through his hair, feeling down over his shoulders, noting every feature for later reference. He moved above her chest, parting the robe a little as she lifted herself slightly off the bed. She felt his warm breath on her skin as he ventured nearer her nipples. He lapped gently at the swelling of her breast and she gasped at the feeling, her mouth open and surprise in her wide eyes. His tongue moved slowly across her chest, up the tiny hillock of her breast and swirled around her aching nipple. She looked down almost in panic as he toyed with her, the strength of feeling a shock to her young system. She was surprised how erect her nipples were, and watched as his tongue wrapped around, probing and pushing, flicking as his hands gripped her waist strongly. Emma looked around the room as he explored her chest, thinking about the cameras and making sure that there was only Dolores and Maria watching. She smiled at Maria who slipped back onto the bed behind her. Maria cradled her head in her hands, slipping underneath her so that she could rest on her lap. Emma looked up and saw her smiling down at her, encouragement on her face. She leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead just as Juan pushed the sheets slightly lower. “Oh well, I think you can both kiss very well. We don’t need to do any more of that lesson!” Emma gave her a dejected look, pouting like a child. “Well, maybe a little more later.” Maria winked at Emma, reassuring her that she would look after her. “Do you want to have a little rest?’ asked Maria. Emma concluded that the pace of the film was going to be fine and shook her head silently. “Good, now, let’s see if you can touch each other. Juan, have you done that before?” she asked, kneeling in front of him. “Once.” Both children looked embarrassed and Emma watched as Juan blushed. Her eyes followed his form down across his waist until she saw the bulge in his shorts. A light-headed feeling swept through her as she realised that this truly was going to be a lesson for her. “Good! And what about you, Emma?” “Same. Just once.” “OK, so I’ll start again and show you how to touch Juan. Ready?” They both nodded and Maria kissed him once again, running her hand underneath his T-Shirt as she felt lower and lower, down towards his shorts. Her robe had fallen open completely now, and her firm rounded breasts stood out proudly, her classic figure tanned and perfectly proportioned down to her tight buttocks and the hint of dark pubic hair between her legs. Emma thought of Lauren and what she must look like, an urge to reach out and touch Maria growing all the time. He moaned slightly as she unzipped the fly and flicked the button of his waistband. The shorts were tight and she had to help them over his hips. Emma saw his cock spring out of its little prison as Maria pushed his shorts to his knees. Emma gasped. His balls hung loosely below him, swaying slightly. “Now do the same to me, Juan” said Maria, reveling in the feeling of his warm cock in her hand. He was less expert, almost pushing her over as he parted the gown again, but she had no knickers on and his hand located her pussy quickly. The look on her face told Emma that he hadn’t really much idea what to look for, and as though she had thought out loud, Maria sat and directed him between her legs. “Juan, here’s my pussy. These are the lips, and you can see how wet they are. You can touch them.” He felt his way along her thighs and touched the lips gently. “Emma, you can do the same now.” Doing as she was told, she touched the hot flesh and smiled as she felt the slipperiness of the young folds. “Very good Emma.” Maria raised her bottom slightly towards the camera as Emma’s fingers rested on her thigh. “Can you see how my pussy is opening? Look, see the lips moving apart to let the insides come out and play?” Emma nodded as her fingertips ran along the pink flesh of her sex. “We need to get your pussy ready like mine, OK?” asked Maria. “I feel really warm, you know, already!” “Course you do. Shall we let Juan make you feel even nicer?” Emma nodded, shifting under the sheets as her thighs clasped together. “OK, now, lying side by side, let’s start by kissing and progress to touching each other, OK?” They nodded. Juan pulled his shorts back up and adjusted his T-Shirt. Emma kicked the sheets away and waited as Juan took his position alongside her. She felt the heat of the lights on her face and stretched out contentedly, almost oblivious now of the silent cameras. They kissed. Emma was beginning to enjoy the way he pushed his tongue into her mouth, the warm slippery feel of it against her own was new and exciting. She pulled him close to her chest until he was against her stiff nipples. His hand started it’s trek south, caressing her waist and bottom as the robe parted. He fumbled with the belt, tugging it in vain until he gave up and bypassed it, pushing her robe over her bottom and coaxing her legs apart. Emma took his cue and reached down to his shorts, easing the waistband over his hips, feeling occasionally to see if his cock had emerged from inside. Emma flinched suddenly as though retreating from a frisky dog, then moved her hand again to the tip of his cock, fascinated by the warmth of it and the strange way the skin moved over its hard length. She delighted in the slipperiness of the bulbous end as she traced her finger around it and wondered if it was like that because of her or Maria. He moaned slightly and stopped kissing her, gripping her arm tightly as if in pain. His fingers touched her slit, feeling her arousal as he explored between her thighs and pussy lips, down to her bottom and back up the top of her vagina. He groaned again, laying back on the pillows as though defeated. “Juan, are you OK?” asked Maria. “I’m going to come. I’m sorry!” he said, clearly embarrassed. “No problem, Emma can help you. Let’s just re-arrange ourselves, shall we?” Maria shed her robe and leaned back against the headboard of the bed. Her breasts were crowned by taught nipples that invited the children closer. She positioned Emma between her legs, facing the camera. “Can you kiss me in this position?” she asked. Emma leaned back and stretched to meet her lips. Maria’s hands covered her tiny breasts and tweaked her nipples. Emma parted her legs in response, her right hand moving unconsciously down between her legs to attend to the desires building in her pussy. “OK, Emma, bend your knees and Juan, you kneel between them. Closer, so that Emma can hold your cock. Lovely.” She waited while Dolores positioned one of the cameras again, then nodded at Juan. “Emma, hold his cock while you kiss me. I’ll tell you when to look at him coming.” Emma pushed back in between Maria’s firm breasts and kissed her, a string of saliva quite clear as their lips parted for breath. Her heart beat strongly, surely, as she relaxed in the older girl’s arms, reassured by the warmth of her embrace and the excitement of the afternoon. She took Juan in her hands and made a bad job of bringing him to orgasm. Juan started to rock backwards and forwards between her hands, gripping her knees tightly as his movements became stronger. “Emma, watch. He’s going to come over you and me. Spread it over your boobs when he does!” With pain etched across his face, he spurted wildly into the air, great globs of cum hitting both Maria and Emma. Maria moaned as he shot again and again, Emma joining in after a while thinking it was the right sound to make. They spread the white liquid around, Maria rubbing her sticky hand over Emma’s breasts as he continued to pump cum onto her pussy. Dolores took one of the cameras off the tripod and took a close-up of Emma’s sticky pussy while Juan still held his cock in his hand. Eventually, he relaxed and lay on his back, holding Emma’s leg. She watched his cock slowly lose its potency, rolling over his stomach and then falling back down between his legs. She giggled a little as she saw streaks of cum almost everywhere she looked. Dolores beckoned him away from the bed for a brief rest while Emma lay next to Maria and listened to the next set of instructions. “Now, I’m going to make you come just like he did. Will that be nice?” asked Maria, trailing her fingers through the white streaks on her chest. “Mmm, I think so.” said Emma, a little of her nervousness returning. She watched as Maria touched her breast gently, toying with her tiny nipple as she flicked it and squeezed it gently. They kissed, slowly and longingly while Maria explored further, moving her fingers past her navel and down to her cum-soaked labia. Emma closed her eyes and smiled slightly as she parted her legs. With every movement Emma felt new, increasingly strong sensations, each one adding a little to the bubbling inside her that made her feel light-headed. She felt Maria’s head move over her breasts, her tongue tickling slightly as she circled her navel, trailing through the cum as she found her clitoris, begging for attention. Maria shifted her body like a sloth, crawling around to take up a position between her raised knees. Emma saw that she was tanned everywhere, just as she was. Her legs were petite but well muscled leading to a rounded bottom and a graciously curved back. Her hands parted Emma’s legs and held them wide apart while her little pink tongue moved along the inside of her thighs towards her knees. Emma whimpered as though reminding her that she was going the wrong way. Maria ran her hands along her legs to her feet, holding them tightly as she introduced her tongue between her toes. Emma shivered with pleasure as she felt a toe disappear inside the girl’s mouth while a hand caressed her legs and thigh. She wanted to shout out, demand that she stop the torment and concentrate on her pussy, but instead she continued to revel in the purity of the feeling as she became wetter and wetter. Maria found another streak of cum on her leg and rubbed it around with the palm of her hand. Emma caressed her legs slowly, reaching down to push her middle finger inside her opening, finding the remnants of Juan’s cum and spreading it around. Her orgasm was building and she now recognised the signals that told her that relief was on the way. She was elated, and even more thankful as Maria raised her bottom and pushed a pillow underneath her. The feel of the cool cotton against her bottom and the wanton disregard for her own modesty made her cry out, pleading for release. She tugged the pillow tight between her legs. “Not yet, my precious. The best is yet to come!” said Maria, licking her way back from her feet, up her thighs and around her labia. Emma twitched and turned, desperately trying to force Maria’s tongue away from her labia and into her vagina. But Maria took her time, dribbling over her clitoris and mingling her saliva with Juan’s own lubrication, then pushing her left hand underneath Emma’s bottom, holding her higher in the air. With great deliberation, she touched her anus with her finger, checking to see if Emma would object. When her smile simply grew, she pushed in slightly and returned her attention to licking her inner lips. From below her clitoris, she traced the shape of her sex, almost tickling along the folds of skin to the bottom of her vagina, then round and back to the top, deliberately avoiding the exposed bud. She repeated her torment several times, pushing deeper inside her bottom with every circuit. Judging that Emma was almost in pain, she slowly slipped her index finger into her pussy while breathing gently over her clitoris. Emma raised her hips immediately, thrusting up high off the bed, whimpering in distress as both fingers penetrated further. Her hips started a rocking motion, backwards and forwards against the fingers in angry desperation. Maria felt the contractions on both fingers and decided to take her sailing over the precipice. She flicked at her clitoris and traced tight circles around the bulb, under the little hood and then kissed her, sucking her clitoris firmly while her tongue probed at it. Emma writhed on the bed, holding Maria’s head in case she stopped and then groaned madly as she entered heaven. Maria stayed between her flailing legs, trying to keep her on the bed as she continued to suck her and push into her with two rigid fingers. She came down so slowly that a look of concern developed on Maria’s face. Emma rolled onto her side and curled up, her eyes closed. Maria lay down behind her, pulling her close as she put her arm around her waist and nestled into her neck. A tear rolled down Emma’s cheek and soaked into the pillow. She had never experienced anything as beautiful before and was frightened that somehow, for some strange reason, it was naughty, or wrong, even plain dangerous to feel so good. A thought crossed her mind that possibly she only had a certain amount of pleasure inside her, and she may have used up a big chunk of it just then. The idea faded as she wrapped her arms across Maria’s pulling tightly as if to say thank-you. Maria looked up at the camera and signaled with a hand movement across her throat. She then took the covers and tucked Emma into the bed, slipping away quietly to join Dolores. A hour later, Emma woke to find Maria sitting next to her, smiling down with a cup of coffee in her hand. “Hey, rise and shine. We’ve got a little more to do this afternoon. This time with Juan again. You’ve both had a rest so this should be easy!” Emma smiled up at her, propped herself up on an elbow and took the coffee. Maria had a robe on but she could still see her wonderful breasts. “Did you enjoy yourself this morning?” “Oh, yes. You were wonderful. I’ve never felt like that before. Nobody’s ever done that to me!” she said, brushing the hair from her face. She thought the cameras were still switched on. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. You’re a very good actress, and a very pretty one too!” “I didn’t say much - you know - like actresses do” she said sipping the hot drink noisily. Her stomach rumbled and she giggled. “You did very well. In the next bit, we’ll still do the teacher stuff, and I’ll pretend I’m teaching you how to make love to a boy. That’ll be fun as well. Then you can both have a bath and then it’ll be time to go. Take your time with the coffee.” She stood and went into the lounge, the robe parting to show a flash of her thigh. Emma could hear Juan’s voice as he laughed and they chatted away. The lights had been turned off and Emma snuggled up, dripping her coffee on the sheets. Chapter 17 Twenty minutes later, Emma lay naked once again on the bed, with Juan next to her. She looked down to see his cock bulging as it bobbed up and down as though waving to her. He put her arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer to him. The feeling of nearness to him excited her, the feeling of his hard cock pressed against her stomach new and flattering. Again she reveled in the new found sensations that her young body continually experienced that afternoon. "Hey, hold on you two. Let me do my bit! I think I'll change it slightly because there doesn't seem much need to show you two what to do, now does there?" she grinned. The children laughed and hugged each other tighter. "Oh, just look at your cock, Juan. It's so big and hard. And ready for action, right?" said Maria. "It had a good rest, that's why!" said Juan, looking up at Maria's naked body as she stood over them. She jumped onto the bed and sat on her heels. Her pussy lips were slightly open and her breasts stayed firmly in place. She brushed her straight hair back from her face and looked down at their bodies. She touched his cock and it sprang to attention. Maria looked at Emma. "Isn't that lovely?" "Mmm!" said Emma, grinning. "Lights, let's go!" said Maria, swinging in between them and sitting against the headboard. She paused, waiting for Dolores to nod at her. "OK, now here's the next lesson. We need to make sure that you can both make love properly. Emma, you sit on the edge of the bed and watch while I make sure that Juan does it properly" she said, changing places with Emma. She lay on her back and guided Juan between her raised knees. He poked at her opening unsuccessfully while Maria moaned for the benefit of the viewers back home. "Emma, guide him in!" Emma leaned across and took his cock in her hand, not sure herself exactly where it should go. She placed the head at what looked like the entrance to her vagina and pulled the foreskin back, allowing the big purple head to nestle between her lips. His cock jerked to her touch, moving around and throbbing between her little fingers. She looked at Maria's pussy and smiled, liking the way his cock finally entered her. She noticed the effort the lips made as they gripped him on the way in, almost uncurling again on the way out, and the inverted V of the hood of her clitoris and its delicate pale pink nodule that she knew controlled everything that mattered. Juan pumped quickly, anxious to show them both his expertise. But Maria was wary of letting him come inside her, so leaned up to signal the end of that part of the lesson. The girls swapped places again, Emma's pussy flooding with juices as the expectation of orgasm grew with every kiss that Maria laid on her little breasts. Emma felt the proud tip of Juan's cock against her vagina and reached to guide it slightly lower as he started to push into her. Emma reached up and pulled Maria to her, their lips brushing gloriously as their warm breath mingled and their senses combined. She felt him pushing awkwardly against her pussy lips, the angle wrong to make it pleasurable. She shifted on the bed, helping him as he stroked deeper and deeper inside her. She broke her embrace with Maria and looked down, marveling as she saw the long length of his cock disappearing again and again between her legs - face beaded with sweat and taught arm muscles as he supported himself between her legs. Emma floated back into her embrace, feeling the boy pushing in and out of her with a strong steady rhythm that she knew would take her with it up and beyond the earth. She kissed Maria harder now, pushing her tongue between her lips like a woman of twice her age, seeking out her breasts and teasing the nipples with her fingers. Juan's insistence grew stronger. Maria knew that they were both close to coming and straddled Emma, still facing Juan. She lowered her hot pussy onto Emma's face so that her tongue could explore the inner reaches of her dripping sex. Juan's rhythm faltered and he grunted loudly, stopping as he shot his seed into Emma, then slowly picked up the rhythm again to pound away frantically, impregnating her as deeply as possible while Emma tasted yet another brand new experience. He shook, shouting, stopping and starting in his rhythm as his strokes became almost punishing, milking himself to the last drop as he filled her deep inside. He collapsed onto his side, pulling her with him. Emma whined, thrusting her hips against his cock but to no avail. "Oh please, don't leave me now!" she moaned, pushing Maria off her face. Maria looked down and saw that Juan had shrunk to the point of being out of action for a while. She swung off Emma and motioned Juan to join her down between Emma's legs. "Let's give her something to remember!" she said, smiling and leading the way down to her pussy. She licked over the top of her clitoris, nipping and kissing her little bud as she ventured between the fully exposed opening to her vagina. The tiny dark tunnel was clearly obvious as Maria pushed her legs flat on the bed and Juan licked her clitoris. Emma moaned, trembling almost immediately as the build-up of her orgasm continued from where it had been interrupted. Maria directed him to lie alongside her and slip his hands under her bottom. He then grabbed her cheeks and pulled them apart, his middle fingers finding the puckered little hole and teasing it. Maria returned to her clitoris and licked and probed madly, alternating between kissing it and licking it with her tongue flat against her pussy, dribbling all the time as she made the girl tremble and shake. A spasm went through Emma as Maria sucked her clitoris once again, her vaginal muscles expelling a tell-tale trace of cum that Juan had thoughtfully left inside her. Maria continued, licking and kissing, nodding at Juan as he introduced a finger into her bottom, moving it around in circles as it disappeared inside the teenager. Suddenly she came, her labia pulsing visibly as her hips rose off the bed and spurts of cum trickled out of her pussy, down onto Juan's fingers. Emma shrieked as the pleasure crashed through her. Maria continued to lick her clitoris as she thrust her hips backwards and forwards, helping Juan deeper and deeper into her clenching asshole with every stroke. After almost a minute she collapsed on the bed, flinching as the boy finally removed his finger. She stroked Maria's long dark hair as the ministrations to her pussy slowed and breathed deeply. Her hand traveled slowly down her stomach and cupped her soaked pussy. Maria crawled up the bed and held Emma tight in her arms, kissing her forehead as she pulled her head against her shoulder. They rested together on the bed, warm and satisfied until Maria sat up. "Is it still dripping out of you?" she asked. Emma sat up and looked down. There wasn't much to see, so she wiped her hand over her pussy. "No, think it's all gone. There was so much inside me!" "We ought to have a bath then we can go home." said Maria, wandering off into the bathroom. Emma turned to Juan and looked into his eyes. They smiled, reaching out to touch each other like two young lovers. "Let's just get washed!" said Maria, returning with her robe tied tightly around her waist. She dropped their towels on the bed. "No more love making, I'm afraid. Maybe we'll have some other lessons another day." She led the way into the bathroom, the camera and one light following. Emma tested the water and agreed that it wasn't too hot. The children dropped their robes and both stepped into the bath. Juan's cock had sprung into life and Emma giggled at the sight of it bobbing in front of her. "Not again, surely?" she said, laughing as Juan smiled at her. "I can't help it. It loves your pussy!" "It needs a wash. Come here!" Without any direction from Maria, Emma knelt and lathered her hands. She covered his cock in soap and moved her hand up and down, gripping him tightly while watching the big bulbous end pop out from between her fingers. She paid attention to his balls and anus, soaping generously and then splashing him with water. He grabbed the soap from her, pulling her up. "Turn round" he said. He rubbed the soap over her back, down around her waist and up to her breasts, covering her in bubbles. He then knelt and soaped her bottom, pushing her legs apart slightly as the bar found its way between her legs and over her bottom and pussy. She was feeling very sensitive and flinched as he pushed a little too hard against her. His finger once again found her bottom, and pushed in slightly before Emma twitched in protest. As he stood up, he pulled her towards him, nestling his cock between her legs before caressing her breasts and neck. Emma leaned back and slid against his soapy body, smiling as she did with her eyes closed, gripping his hips and savouring the feel of his warm manhood pushing between her legs. "I'm a bit sore down there!" she whispered as his hands slipped over her stomach and found her labia. "Ah, so there you are!" shouted Maria, pretending to come into the bathroom. "Getting clean are you. Did you say you were sore? I'm not surprised, such a young pussy like yours and all that attention." Maria let the robe slide from her shoulders and reached out for Juan's hand that covered the little girl's mound. She swung one leg over the bath and sat on the edge, touching Emma's legs gently, spreading the soap over her. Dolores squeezed further into the room, catching some of the action in the bathroom mirror. Maria brought her soapy hand down to her own pussy and rubbed lewdly. "Let's make him come one more time to finish off the lesson!" she suggested. She wet her hands properly in the water and lathered her body, watching Emma and Juan all the time as they gently kissed and caressed. "Now, Juan. Put one leg on the edge of the bath, and Emma and I will make you come like never before. Emma, watch how I suck him and see of you can do the same, OK?" They pushed Juan back against the wall, giving them just enough room to both get in the bath, one on either side of him. His cock was almost limp, and Maria rinsed it before slowly peeling back his foreskin with her thumb and finger. She licked the knob with her tongue. "Try?" she asked. Emma leaned forward and her tongue darted from her mouth, pink and warm, intent on savouring him as he grew in strength. Her tongue flickered around him, cautiously tasting the soap and saliva of his domed manhood. Maria took hold of him in her hand and coaxed the blood supply with gentle strokes. "Hold his balls, gently for now." Emma did as ordered, holding him as she watched Maria taking him again in her mouth. He was almost fully erect and veins bulged along the length of his shaft. She watched in awe as Maria almost swallowed him, wondering where on earth it could go. Juan moaned loudly as Maria bit around his purple knob, then licked along his length before allowing him to sink deeply once again into her mouth. "Feel my tits, Emma, soap them, squeeze them! Do anything you want to me!" she mumbled as her head bobbed up and down. Emma wet her breasts and covered them in bubbles, paying special attention to her nipples. But she was more interested in Juan's huge weapon, and looked longingly at the end as it emerged from Maria's wet mouth and plunged back in again, stroke after stroke. Maria caught her mood. "OK, let's share. Let's both suck him at the same time!" she said, positioning herself so that Emma could suck him and the camera could get a good angle. As his groans became more insistent, Maria licked her finger and sought his anus, trailing along the cleft between the cheeks of his bottom until she found her goal. Without pause for ceremony, she pushed hard inside him, making him lean forward, eyes screwed up as his hips jerked madly. "Lick, don't take him in your mouth now!" said Maria as she licked around the end of his cock, her tongue entwining with Emma's. A trace of thick white cum emerged, spreading quickly over the lips of both girls, followed by pure anguish on his face. Maria rammed her finger as far as she could inside him and Emma took hold of his balls once again. After many deep strokes, the first jet of cum shot out, striking Emma on the forehead. A second, third and then countless others pumped from his shaft, hitting them at random, the white liquid delighting them both as it ran down their faces towards their hands and his red cock. Maria licked her lips, grinning at Emma as she teased the last drop out of the young boy. Emma copied, licking obscenely around her lips, scooping up the drops for further analysis. Maria very slowly removed her finger, a final spurt emerging from him as her finger saw light again. He fell to his knees and wiped his brow with the back of his arm before slipping down in the bath with them while it filled with warm water. Emma swung round and leaned back against Juan, while Maria sat at the other end, her feet on the side of the bath to give the children more room. Emma saw the trail of thick cum on Maria's face and suspected correctly that she looked similar. "That's the end of today's lesson. Was that fun?" she smiled, embarrassed by the words she had to say for the sake of the film. Emma leaned back and kissed Juan. He held her round the waist and squeezed her tightly. "OK, that's it, thank you Dolores. Lights!" As the lights dimmed they felt cold. Emma also had a sense of nakedness, a sense of return to normality. Surveying the scene, she was almost surprised to find herself in a bath with two strangers. She wondered what had been caught by the camera. Had she really let them see her pussy? But there was no disguising the fact that inside, she felt warm, even heated, mellowed by the loving that had been lavished on her by the others. She could quite easily have leaned on his shoulder and slept. Instead, Maria marshaled them out of the bathroom, told them to get dressed and meet her in the other room. Juan finished first and slipped out of the door. When Emma joined him, he already had an envelope. "Hey, you're lovely. See you again?" he asked, leaning forward to kiss her then thinking better. "Hmm. I'd like to" she replied, squeezing his waist. "Great, I'll be in touch, bye" he said, waving as he opened the door. Emma stared in disbelief as the door shut. "I thought, you know, that we could, er ..." stammered Emma, turning to Maria. "There'll be other times, other people. Now don't worry. Here's your money. There's five hundred dollars there, a bit more than we promised" said Maria, handing her the envelope. A smile returned slowly to Emma's face. "Oh, thanks, that's plenty. I'm sure her ticket won't be that much, you know!" "Would you like to do some more films? You really are quite excellent, and such a pretty, intelligent girl." Maria sat on the sofa, patting the seat next to her. Emma sat, considering her position. "Well, I only really did it for the money, but it was fun, and I do like Juan." "When you come and see the film, you know, to approve it, we'll have another talk. You don't have to, but I think you could be on your way to becoming quite famous!" They left the room, Maria helping her into a taxi from those parked waiting outside the hotel. Within twenty minutes she was back at Cressida's house, and on the phone to Lauren. That evening, Emma casually gave her the money, saying that she had put it in her bank ages ago, and didn't need it. Lauren needed some persuasion to take it, but once convinced, she was eternally grateful, kissing her head as she dreamed of seeing Nikki sooner than she had thought possible. The girls ventured out to the town the next day and changed the money at the post office. The draft joined a letter to Nikki that evening, and was at San Serra airport within three days. Nikki had the plane tickets in her hands five days later. 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