Message-ID: <3906eli$9709081122@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Francis Dashwood Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 2 Chapter 49-50 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: <199709080113.TAA18664@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 49 Lauren side-stepped a difficult conversation with Emma with white lies and an unusually creative mind. She had been sitting cross- legged on her bed, wearing only her regulation shirt when Emma walked in, sat on the opposite bed and stared at her. "What'cha doin?" "Mending my knickers. My only pair of goddamn knickers" "What happened?" "I caught them in the door catch. Stupid, eh?" Actually, brilliant. Perhaps next time, though, she should prepare an excuse in advance. "Hmm. I gave up wearing mine. Saves washing them every night, right?" "But Emma, that's not very hygienic." The little girl sniffed, eyes fixed between the sewing and darkness beneath Lauren's shirt. Lauren looked up at her. "Got a cold?" "Not sure. I'm just a bit shivery. And I had a sore throat this morning, but it's better now." "Put some clothes on then!" she said, mimicking her own mother almost perfectly. 'What do you expect, stupid girl' she would have said. 'You're half dressed!' Lauren smiled before biting the thread and inspecting her work. Another day passed before Lauren remembered that they had not had their passports returned. In fact, Lauren felt during those twenty-four hours as though she was floating, seemingly deaf to all conversation, purring like a cat staring at a lake of cream. Maria promised to phone her headquarters and spur them into progress, agreeing that their documents had indeed been missing for far too long. Their daily schedule varied only slightly, principally because, although remote, the military regime of the army still controlled much of Maria's existence. They settled down to a diet of three meals interspersed with television, went to bed early and rose just in time for breakfast. Lauren thought almost continually of their house in Boquette, and of course of her parents. But the important parts of her life seemed to have crossed the Atlantic with her, and she had trouble even visualising her mother and father, a strange sensation. After lunch, Emma (now with a raging cold, shivers and aches) and Jamie (a good fifteen feet away at all times) drifted into the lounge and fell into armchairs, joining Lauren, who had taken poll position and was slumped along the length of the old sofa. She watched Maria crossing the garden outside, her hair once again tied tightly under her beret, her uniform clean and sharply pressed. She strode with purpose, crunching over the gravel path before opening the heavy front door. It caught Lauren's attention only because it was something that moved that didn't emanate from the television screen, and her pussy murmured in remembrance of their love-making. Lauren rolled onto her stomach, grinning inwardly as she waited expectantly for Maria to enter the lounge. "Jamie, I need your help with the truck, can you spare me ten minutes?" she asked, turning to leave even before the last words had floated into the room. Lauren listened with pleasure, watching her lips moving, entranced by the flash of her tongue and the half smile as she closed her eyes before turning away. Her movements were lithe, cat-like, perfectly in tune with the suppleness of her body. Jamie rose awkwardly, looking at Emma and Lauren as he walked self-consciously across the room. He closed the door noisily behind him, a muffled 'sorry' percolating through to the girls. Lauren looked enquiringly at Emma but received nothing in return. Innocence and the lack of a suspicious mind were endearing qualities, she thought. Emma curled her legs up underneath her bottom and returned her attention to the television, sniffing and wiping her nose with the back of her hand. Lauren wondered to herself, playing out the possible scenarios that might be unfolding as she lay there. He trotted to catch up with Maria as they crossed the driveway. The truck was parked off the road on a small patch of gravel that was sometimes used as a passing place. "We should change all the plugs today. Maintenance book says so. Every six months." "Have you got the tools, then?" he asked, hoping that a few intelligent questions would reveal his depth of knowledge about motors and man's toys. He watched her as she swung up into the cab, her army trousers tight around her thighs as she stretched across the front seat for the instruction manual. Passing it down to him, she silently reached back for the tools and slid back to the ground. He noticed now how her blouse was open at the neck. He knew she hadn't been wearing a tie, but hadn't realised how far down her shirt he could see. She kneeled on the gravel with the book in front of her, giving him a healthy view of her bra and the tight breasts contained within. Jamie felt dizzy. Never before had he been offered such a sight. She moved again and he diverted his attention to the book, slowly allowing his eyes to wander from the text, over her arm and again down into that warm, inviting sanctuary beneath her blouse. A dark spot was just visible. Jamie guessed it may be her nipple, but had no idea where they would be in relation to her bra. She looked up irritably. "What?" he asked. "I said, 'Please hand me a plug spanner and an extention bar'" said Maria, bouncing upright. She fumbled under the bonnet and heaved the lid up, placing the support in the socket and testing it's safety. Once again, she leaned over, diving into the engine and allowing Jamie a view of the top of her breasts. For the sake of his heart rate, he pulled back, studying how the outline of her bra pushed against her blouse, showing the shoulder straps and the thin strap across the back, with the central clasp. Slowly, but not too slowly of course, they changed out the spark plugs. The engine was mounted laterally which made it easy both to get at the plugs, and with one each side, for Jamie to stare down her front. He leaned against the side of the truck, stretching nosily as he guided the spanner, all the time rubbing his swollen cock against the warm metal of the vehicle. Occasionally, he looked up, fascinated by the sight of the woman's face, framed by her hair and beret, tiny beads of sweat gathering over her forehead and on her top lip. Grease marks had appeared where she had wiped herself. She looked so sexy, but he reminded himself that this wasn't a young girl. She was really old. Twenty five, maybe even older. "This one's a bastard!" she said, grunting as she strained to remove the one furthest from the front of the vehicle. "Tell you what, come round here and let's both give it a go." Jamie stood beside her, cautious to remain a respectable distance from her. "Here, put your hand here, and I'll hold this bit. When I say so, pull, OK?" He took up his position, standing awkwardly. She was closest to the engine, and he had to stand to one side, but pressed against her back. He could smell the mixture of oil, sweat and perfume as he took the strain. "OK, pull!" Despite much noise and straining, the plug failed to turn. "Shit. Get right behind me, we'll both pull from the end of this stupid spanner. Ready?" Jamie's embarrassment intensified. His stiff cock pushed against the zipper of his trousers, directly into the small of her back. He felt sure she must have noticed but thankfully made no comment. "It's going. Careful now!" Her warning came too late as the spanner slipped and they both tumbled from the engine compartment to the ground. Jamie nursed the back of his hand and the graze he had received from the bonnet lid. "Oh shit, are you OK?" she asked, inspecting the damage. "Hmm, I'm OK." he said crossly. Blood oozed from between his fingers. "We're done. Let's get you seen to. Follow me, we have a first aid kit in the laundry room." She zoomed off towards the house. The laundry room was surprisingly large, and he wondered why he hadn't known about it before. Probably because he had no reason to do any clothes washing. "Sit here and I'll take a look." She curled her lip theatrically, pretending to faint as she peeled his hand away from the wound. She flashed him a smile, looked down and pronounced he would live. Her eyes were round, bright, her skin smooth and tempting. Greasy finger marks disappeared beyond the hair line. His gaze further down was rewarded once again. As she prodded at the cuts, he peered beyond the parted shirt, drinking in the sight of her firm breasts. Just as he felt his cock returning to it's seemingly permanent erection, she doused his hand and arm with cold water. Various ointments followed before she pressed a gauze pad against his hand and told him to hold still. "Give me you shirt" "Uh?" "Shirt. It's covered in blood. Give it to me and I'll get it washed. There's are other's upstairs, right?" He undid the buttons carefully, trying to keep the pad on the wound. She slipped it off his shoulders and tossed it into the washing machine. To his amazement, she too flipped the buttons of her shirt, tugged it out from her waistband and threw it into the wash. To his utter dismay, his mouth dropped open as she turned. "You'd got blood on mine as well! Come on, I've got some clean clothes upstairs. This way!" Jeeze, thought Jamie, doesn't she ever slow down? Trotting behind her, they weaved through the back of the house, up a single step and into a large bedroom. A large bed occupied the corner from the door, it pale green cover decidedly out of keeping with the bright pink walls. A door led off on the right, presumably to a bathroom. She had a television, video player and an enormous collection of video tapes. Some were commercially boxed, while others were simply numbered. A kettle on her desk, with pictures of smiling people gave a homely feel. "My room. Want a beer?" she asked, motioning him to the sofa. "Er, yes, that would be great." In reality, Jamie knew it wouldn't be allright. Firstly, he found the taste of beer so bitter that it made him shudder. Wine was more acceptable to his palette. Secondly, he would want to go to the toilet. Five times at least, which might make Maria think he found the toilet more interesting than her. Or that he had a weak bladder. Thirdly, if he did want to urinate he couldn't because his cock was rock hard and was beginning to ache. But, the urge to see more of her won the day, and he took the bottle with a smile and tipped it back for a huge, man-sized swig. "Shit!" "What's up?" "It's so fizzy!" he said, wiping his good hand over his trousers. "Hey, just relax! Lean back, put your feet up, and let's talk." She dropped two shirts on the bed, and pulled out a new pair of trousers for herself. She slipped her trousers off and went through to the bathroom. Jamie heard water running and strained his neck to catch a glimpse of her as she washed her face. White knickers, very tight. Good legs, but not as nice as Lauren. He rubbed his cock through his trousers, now knowing that this may well be the time occasion that he would lose his virginity. The episode with Emma couldn't really be counted. After all, he still found it surprising to think that Lauren had actually gone and found them a condom. He had been convinced that she would first hit the roof, then send them to their rooms and call their parents. Replaying events for the thousandth time, he still couldn't be sure if she had held his cock as he entered his sister, but something told him that she had assisted in no small way. He rubbed himself again at the thought. Maria returned, toweling her hair. The dark shadow of her pubic hair was visible through her knickers. "Emma and Lauren seem to be good friends, don't they?" she said, slipping onto the sofa, slightly nearer to him than before. He thought he felt the warmth of her body. "Hmm. The nanny we had before was ancient!" "What do you call ancient?" she asked, in mock annoyance. "About forty" "And how old do you think I am?" She turned to him, as if giving him the chance to do a thorough appraisal before answering. "I don't know. Honest!" His embarrassment was obvious. She swung her legs round with the agility of a teenager and curled them underneath her bottom. "Twenty-six" Silence. Jamie knew that to open his mouth would mean certain ridicule because he could think of nothing to say. A pulse of cum traveled along his cock and emerged into the hot depths of his underpants. "It must be great for you to be alone in the house with two beautiful girls! All day and all night?" "Hmm, it's OK." he shrugged. His heart beat heavily, thudding in his chest. Desperately, he tried to think of something to ask her, to tell her, so that he could turn and face her. "Swimming!" he said, swallowing almost half the contents of the beer bottle. "What about swimming?" she asked, a professional air in her voice. "They do a lot of swimming. Me too!" "Bet you go skinny dipping, right?" "What's that?" "You know, naked. If there's only you three, it would be a great opportunity to swim with nothing on" "Yeah, I do. The girls do when I'm not there, but they don't know I've seen them!" "Weren't they worried they'd be caught?" "No, it was early" Maria looked enquiringly. "Five in the morning" He swigged his beer again. "How long did you watch them?" He shrugged, convinced that Maria knew the damn answer anyway. "Half an hour, maybe more. They were swimming, giggling, chasing each other." The bottle was empty. "Naked? At five in the morning?" "Yeah. Touching. You know." 'Shit', he thought. 'Shit'. "Hey, I know. I was their age once. We used to check each other out at school. Make sure we'd all got the same. Bet that turned you on, eh?" Jamie smiled sheepishly. His heart raced in time with his throbbing cock. He shifted slightly, accepting another beer from Maria which appeared from nowhere. They clinked bottles and drank. "Hey, it's OK to get turned on. At your age your body's very busy, developing, testing, growing." She paused, staring down at his bulge. Grinning, she went on. "Let me guess, they touched each other's breasts, right. Playing with each other's nipples?" Jamie nodded, recalling the full kiss on the mouth that had come from Emma rather than Lauren, and the way his sister had pulled herself out of the pool and stood at the edge, towering over Lauren. From his vantage point in the lounge he could see between her legs, her little lips proud, dripping with water, the smile on Lauren's face as she stared up and the squeal of joy as the little girl had dived in over her head. He jumped nervously as Maria stretched her leg over his, her foot tracing a path from his knee along his thigh. He wondered if he should touch her leg, kiss her maybe. His cock ached badly now and the wetness that had seeped out was sure to show through his trousers at any time. Plucking up courage, he simply breathed deeply and pretended that he hadn't noticed her leg, inches from his groin. "Where else?" she asked softly. "Where else what?" 'Dumb stupid reply' he thought. "Er, you know. Down there as well" he said, nodding between her legs. "You can say it. You can say 'They touched each other's pussy's'. Well of course they did, it's a wonderful feeling to have someone touch you there. I bet you like it when your girlfriend touches you there?" Panic. Jamie prayed she wouldn't ask about his girlfriend. To admit to only having had sex once (with his sister) and to no girlfriend in the last year would bring any possible sex with the woman to an abrupt halt. "Of course." His eyes widened as she shifted on the sofa, twisting her bottom so that she had one leg flat on the sofa and the other on his thighs. He stole a glance between her legs, his stomach churning with delight as he made out the outline of her labia through the thin softness of her knickers. He was convinced that this would be his big day, but even so, he wondered why she wanted to have sex with him. After all, he was ten years younger. More of a concern was that her boyfriends just had to be bigger than him, and his fear of being laughed at as she caught sight of his cock was growing by the minute. He studied her carefully, without very much discretion. Forcing his eyes away from her breasts, he dwelt on her simple, round and glorious face. Dark eyebrows framing her very smooth complexion, the slightest of dimples in her cheeks as she smiled, white teeth sparkling between her full lips. His cock throbbed as he wondered about kissing her. He had read about how to take it slowly, kissing down from her ears. In fact, television showed little else. Assuming he could find her nipples, the rest should be easy. She moved again, looking away while her foot now dived between his clenched thighs, probing towards his groin. The further down she pushed, the more she had to part her legs, and as her head fell back against the arm of the sofa and her eyes closed, Jamie turned to take in the sight of this half-naked woman who needed him. The unmistakable shape of her pussy was covered by the tight, silky covering of her knickers. He could reach out and touch it if he wanted, but refrained, sure that he would come instantly if he did. Another panic wave flushed through him. He was so near to orgasm that if she did take hold of his cock, or even take his underpants down, he was sure that he would come. Once again, that would be the end of his chances. He forced his eyes away and thought of the war. Of dying soldiers, homeless children, famine and illness. His cock throbbed harder as his eyes were forced back to feast on her pussy. "You know what?" she asked, still lying back, cozy and content. "I think you need a wash. Clean your hands and then I want you to take my top off." She swung up, staring at him. "That's if you want to, of course?" Her foot emerged from between his thighs. He sensed the loss and made up his mind, nodding. "Come on then, follow me!" she trilled, waltzing over to the bathroom. Maria sat on the toilet seat, legs together, smiling as he fumbled with the taps and soap. The grease and grime came off quickly with a solvent that Maria seemed to have ready for the occasion. He fussed, sure that he was out of his depth and anxious for her to make the next move. Out of the corner of his eye he could see her, hands on her thighs, posing demurely, watching him as he tried in vain to conceal the bulge of his erection against the sink. He eventually wiped his hands on a towel, checking it's colour afterwards to see whether he really had cleaned properly. "Come here!" she said, pointing to a spot in front of her feet. She took his hands and pulled him closer. "Good. Undo my bra. At the back" She leaned forward, taking hold of the back of his legs so that he could reach over her head and do as she said. His groin brushed against her forehead and he thought about an apology. The clasp came undone easily and he watched in awe as the straps fell aside, tumbling in slow motion down her arms. She looked up sweetly at him, lips slightly parted and rubbed the back of his legs sensuously, pressing her breasts against his legs, out of sight. "Get down on your knees" she whispered. Jamie obeyed, sinking down past the glory of her face until his arms rested on her thighs and his eyes were inches from her breasts. She was bigger than Lauren, but he knew there was something quite classic about the shape of Lauren's breasts and the way they hung as though firmly glued in place. He trembled as she put her arms on his shoulders, pulling him closer until his cheek rested in the warmth of the valley of her chest. Maria exhaled as though genuinely aroused by the seduction. He responded, kissing as he thought he should along the taught skin. The homely, nurturing warmth as his lips met her nipples shocked him, the feeling instantly recorded for future use. Her caresses increased in sensitivity as she tousled his hair, parting her legs as she leaned back against the toilet, responding to his energy and youthful attempts at arousing her. She pushed him away from her, almost roughly. Mortified, he looked up into her eyes. "Now." she said, commanding again. "I'm going to watch you wash your cock. When you're clean, I want you to take my knickers off, OK?" Aghast, he fumbled. "What's up?" "Er, nothing" he said. Which way to turn? How embarrassing! But, predictably, Jamie pushed his thumbs into his underpants and pushed them to the floor, kicking them away in case she examined them. "Oh, wow. You're so wet! Come here!" she said, sliding forward on the toilet. Her outstretched arm caught his hip, pulling him closer. Without touching him, she examined his cock, wide-eyed, delighted, unaware of the shade of red he was turning. "Lots of soap, now!" Jamie turned to the sink, lathered his hands and gingerly took hold of his cock, so pleased to at last have the opportunity to touch it, but embarrassed that he should be so stiff without her doing anything. Soap dripped down over his balls and down his legs as he worked away, washing and rinsing. "Don't forget inside, pull the skin back nice and far now!" she said in a sing-song voice. Jamie was shocked at her knowledge, or perhaps her lack of delicacy. Nevertheless, he pulled back on the top of his cock, watching as the angry red bulb sprouted into view. "Right back!" she said, peering round with a smile to see how he was progressing. "Oh, that's nice and big!" Immediately energized by her comments, he soaped his hands and carefully took hold of his knob, soaping it slowly as the intensity of his feelings made him tremble. He sensed her as she leaned forward, watching every move. Dousing it with clear water, he pushed the skin forward, fervently hoping that she was happy. He started to pull his underpants back up. "Come here!" she said, guiding him again to his knees, his pants at his ankles. She rose from the toilet and stood in front of him, the scent from her wetness bitter-sweet. He saw the white porcelain of the toilet between her legs, the soft mounds of her imprisoned labia clearly defined by the ridges of her knickers. His cock throbbed once again in expectation. She nodded silently to him. His hands slowly inched towards her hips and the waistband. Looking up for an answer, she simply nodded again. With a deep breath, he slid his fingers inside and pulled gently down, adrenaline gushing around his body as the first curls of her pubic mound revealed themselves. Another quick look into her eyes gave confirmation and he watched as her pussy was exposed, the delicate formation of skin wet, glistening in the afternoon light, the trimmed black bush of her pubic hair clean, shiny, inches from his mouth. At that moment, he knew without doubt that at last he had seen a girl's clitoris, it's shape, colour and covering just like in magazines. It shone, gleamed as though a guiding star, crying out for attention. Jamie swallowed, nosily to his embarrassment, as her knickers slipped past her knees and she stood there naked to his gaze. Maria pulled him to his feet, tugging him as he wobbled after her towards the bed. "Lie down, on your back. Close your eyes!" He obeyed. His legs dangled over the bed and he could feel the soft fleecy down of the covers against his buttocks, pushing up between his thighs sensuously. Her hair trailed over his legs, up over his stomach and just preceded her lips as she leaned down to kiss him gently. Still unsure what licence he had, he held her shoulder and reciprocated, moaning encouragement to her while hands felt his chest and lower stomach. Jamie knew he was seconds away now from feeling a woman touching his cock and prayed that he wouldn't come instantly. The fingers were warm, searching, firm in the flesh above the base of his cock, toying with the curly hair, twirling it around as they inched closer. He raised his hips slightly off the bed, only to feel her push him back down, her nakedness sliding down his torso, lips kissing his nipples, navel and thighs, still missing his cock. He trembled with the feeling of her sleek body sliding over him and opened his eyes a fraction to witness the event as she pecked at his hips, her tongue poking between her lips. And then, at last, he felt the softness of her hair as it brushed over his erection. He groaned delightedly, again pushing up, hoping to get contact between his raging cock and her face. "Shh!" she whispered, her tongue seeking out his curly hair, traveling slowly along his thigh, skirting his cock to find the no- mans land underneath his crumpled balls. She parted his legs slightly, her hands running between his thighs, up to his balls. Reaching down, he stroked her hair in encouragement. Maria ran a fingernail along the length of his cock, the smile on her face one of pleasure as a tiny dribble of cum emerged from the slit in his cock, and indication of his obvious state of near-orgasm. Her tongue followed her finger, licking up from the base of his cock towards the red head. "Hey!" she said in a wholly different, dark-brown voice. Jamie looked up to see her lick her lips and then take his cock slowly into her mouth. "Oh God!" he muttered, unsure if he should continue to look. As she held his balls with one hand, the other gripped his cock, traveling up and down slowly with her mouth. His head fell back against the bed as his orgasm gathered force, his cock bulging painfully in her mouth. She slid forward, aware that he was more than ready, and straddled his chest, inching higher, spreading her legs wider to give him a wondrous view of her wet pussy approaching. Jamie gripped her hips instinctively, knowing what was required of him. With a swift shuffle once again, Maria was positioned above his mouth. She stared down at the youngster, ten years her junior, hovering above him as she felt her breasts. Leaning forward so that her hands were above his head, she lowered herself onto him, rocking back and forth gently as his tongue slid along the length of her labia. He tried hard to vary his attention to her, gripping her buttocks, hips and thighs as he worked deeper into her vagina. Encouraged by the sounds from above, he probed at her clitoris, delighted with the sweet taste as his tongue massaged and encouraged the center of her womanhood. Maria slid off his mouth, grinding her pussy against his chest as she rested over his cock. "Hold your cock. Guide it it!" Jamie gripped himself, pleased with the warm, slipperiness of his tool. Looking down, he pushed his cock upright and guessed at a suitable angle. Maria lowered herself as he watched the head of his cock disappear inside her. They both groaned loudly, but nothing prepared Jamie for the sense of warmth as his full length was eaten by the delightful girl. He opened his eyes in wonder, pleased to see her towering above, her dark hair swishing around as she moved slowly up and down, her breasts swaying slightly from side to side, eyes closed. His gaze traveled over her muscular stomach to his cock, it's gleam now bright from their loving. The sight of it alternately thrusting in and out made him squeal with delight. He had lost his virginity and was making love to someone who really wanted to have sex with him. "Oh yes. I'm coming!" she said, increasing the rate of rise and fall on his tool. She leaned forward, grinding harder against him, in control of her satisfaction. "Oh yes, that's it!" Like a whirling dervish, she gripped his shoulders and pounded up and down so hard that Jamie thought she would hurt herself. Fascinated, his thoughts of early orgasm disappeared and he watched as her breathing became louder, quicker. Her eyes screwed up and a look of pain crossed her face as she broke the rhythm, trembled and dug her nails into his skin. He felt her pussy grip him hard, the walls of her vagina pulsing around him, milking his cock, holding tight for the last ounce of pleasure that could be found. "Oh Jeeze! Beautiful little boy!" She fell onto his shoulder, breathing hard, the pumping motion slow and exhausted. Jamie wondered what he should do. Maria ground down on him slowly, her head tight in by his shoulder, and her hands gripping the back of his head. He pushed back, urging her to begin the rhythm again. He could feel the stickiness around his thighs and balls, spreading as she moved. He moved his legs slightly, letting her drop between them as his hands searched her back, down over her buttocks and over the soft flesh that disappeared down past her anus and back to her pussy. A shudder surged through him as he touched his balls, then his shaft, his heart pounding as he confirmed once again that his entire length was buried inside the girl that lay on top of him. His fingers were wet, slippery, as he traced the outline of his cock against the lips of her pussy, back up over her anus and through the tight, muscular valley of her buttocks. Slowly, she leaned to her right and pulled him onto his side, then reached round and guided him so that he lay on top of her, his cock still buried inside, still throbbing. "Thank you" she said, simply, breathlessly, ruffling his hair as she smiled up. Two hands grabbed his buttocks, pushing and pulling him back and forth until he took up the motion, realising at last that this was permission to proceed. Maria spread her legs further, allowing him to penetrate as deeply as possible, then brought her feet up, laying them gently on his back. He looked down, bold now, his embarrassment having disappeared with her orgasm, and his confidence as strong as the inches inside her. His shaft pushed in, firmly but by no means violently, stopping just as his balls mashed over her pussy lips. He withdrew, seeing his foreskin peeled back, the red bulb of his cock just emerging from her pussy before plunging back in. Her breasts jiggled with his movement and he tried to lean down to kiss a nipple but couldn't without disturbing his rhythm. Maria gripped him harder with her thighs and reached behind him, teasing his anus with a single finger. Every time she passed over his hole, his cock grew, bulging further inside her until he knew that he had lost control of his orgasm and felt it building wonderfully within his balls. Frantically, he thrust quicker and quicker, feeling her pulling him inside even further. His head rested on the bed as he cried out. Maria gripped his buttocks, almost tearing them apart as he finally thrust into her and came, wide eyed in shock at the intense pleasure as he automatically pumped and came, pumped and came. He felt the blending of their love, the warmth of her vagina and the dribble of cum as he slowed, giggling to himself as a wave of euphoria and satisfaction washed over his being. As his breathing returned to normal, he felt that he could stay there all day, safely stuck inside the wonderful girl, his girl, savouring their warmth and the afterglow of their love making. Chapter 50 Emma grew worse by the hour. She excused herself at about five o'clock, making for the warmth of their bedroom. Lauren looked in on her every couple of hours, noting that she slept continually, hardly moving from one visit to the next. Jamie went to bed at about eleven o'clock, leaving Lauren and Maria down in the lounge, chatting. Lauren was amused at how he had changed that day. Instead of being shy and awkward around both herself and Maria, he was confident, almost cocky, and Lauren felt sure that he dearly wanted to kiss Maria goodnight as he slowly made his exit. "I'm going to take a look at Emma in a minute. I'm a bit worried about her, she seems to have got worse so quickly" said Lauren, rolling onto her back, facing Maria. "Hmm, perhaps it's a twenty-four hour virus?" suggested Maria, stretching noisily. "Tell you what, let's both take a look. If she's bad, I'll call a doctor in the morning, OK?" Emma was again motionless, asleep. Still breathing of course, slowly. The girls sat on her bed, watching her for several minutes, listening to her stuffed up nose and the wheezing in her chest. "I've got an idea. You watch her for the first three hours, then I'll take over, and so on. Just in case" said Maria, beckoning her towards the door. They discussed arrangements, Lauren confirming that she would stay up until two, and then Maria would take over. Lauren went back to her own bed and doctored the light so that she could read without waking Emma. She quickly washed her knickers and hung them above the toilet to dry before changing into yet another dreadful army shirt. She then settled down to three hours of utter boredom. Only once during that time did Emma even stir, shuffling slightly, coughing once or twice before going back to sleep. Lauren heard Maria's alarm going off, pleased that her turn would end but unsure where she was going to get any sleep. Five minutes later, the door opened silently, and Maria shimmered in. Her pyjamas shone in the feint light, drawing Lauren's attention to the firm shape of her breasts and the mystery below. "How is she?" whispered Maria, sitting on Lauren's bed. "Quiet. Hasn't moved much at all." They both stared at the girl as she lay there, mouth open, wheezing. "Hey, I like your pyjamas, where did you get them?" "Someone gave them to me for my birthday. Nice, eh?" Lauren felt her arm and the silkiness of the material. Their eyes met in appreciation, Lauren's pussy warming very slightly as she regarded the beauty of the girl on her bed. Such was the stuff of dreams and fantasies, she thought. Maria rose and went across to Emma, bending down in the dim light to examine her. "Lauren, she's very sweaty, you know." "Really?" Lauren felt stupid, having sat there for three hours without really even thinking of closely checking her, believing that it was simply a cold that would go away. She threw the bedclothes aside and peered over Maria's shoulder. Beads of perspiration shone on her forehead, her hair matted and flattened. "I'll get a flannel and some water, wait there." said Maria, leaving. Lauren perched on the side of Emma's bed, watching her silently. Gently, she touched her head, feeling the heat of her fever and coolness of the sweat against her fingertips. Her cheeks were cool, not the soft smoothness of the young teenager that she knew. Lauren brushed the hair from her face, arranging it over the pillow. "Let's just get her clean. She seems to be out cold, doesn't she?" asked Maria, placing the bowl on Lauren's bed. Lauren had no response, and watched as Maria wrung out the water from the flannel and wiped Emma's face and neck. "Pull down the covers, please" "What?" whispered Lauren. "Covers. I'll wash her chest and under her arms. Or do you want to do it?" asked Maria, handing her the flannel. Lauren shrugged, supposing that it was in Emma's best interest. She nodded and waited as Maria slowly pulled the covers down from Emma's neck and revealed her shirt. Lauren could see that it was soaked, stuck to her body in every possible place, outlining her breasts and her thin form. She handed the flannel to Maria and undid each button in turn, peeling the material off her body, delighted as her breasts were exposed. 'God, those have been between my lips!' she thought, her pussy stirring as she recalled several hot nights in her bedroom and with the little visitor. She leaned down and gently cleaned her, running the warm flannel down from her armpits to her hips, then back up over the tiny mounds of her breasts her neck, then down again. Lauren breathed deeply, watching the tiny nipples as they bowed to the flannel and sprang back up as it passed. She sensed that Maria was also aroused by the sight, shifting slightly next to her, allowing her thigh to touch the back of her leg. Lauren glanced at her. "Yeah, might as well." said Maria, answering the implied question. "Here, I'll wash and you open her shirt right up." Lauren fumbled with the remaining two or three buttons, feeling the wisps of Emma's pubic hair on the back of her hands. The heat from her was tremendous, and Lauren was concerned both by her state and by the fact that she had sat there without being aware of her condition. Lauren glanced back to her face, pleased to see that she was still asleep. Her little breasts looked so inviting, firm and responsive, proud above her little girl figure, the beginnings of a woman's shape and the tight 'Y' where her legs hid her pussy. Lauren parted the tail of the shirt, laying it carefully on the sheets. "Oh my!" said Maria, her silky thigh brushing against Lauren. "What a beauty she is!" Lauren smiled sheepishly, unsure whether she should agree or ask her to stop. After all, she was supposed to be looking after her and was absolutely sure what Maria wanted to do. She continued to watch as Maria brushed the flannel over her stomach, down her legs to her feet, then back up, further inside her thighs. She washed her slowly, taking every opportunity to rinse the flannel and start again, gently edging her thighs apart until there was at least six inches between them. Maria washed her carefully, running the flannel along her lips, down towards her anus and back again. "Lauren, she's so lovely! Don't you think, my dear?" Maria touched Lauren's thigh, fingers gliding over the backs of her legs, seeking her bottom, learning of the lack of knickers. She exhaled, long enough for Maria to hear, loud enough for her to get the message. The hand traveled up further, resting on her hip momentarily before continuing in search of her nipple. Maria dropped the flannel and pulled Lauren over to her own bed, pushing her hand back up to where it had been, at the base of her breast. Lauren was intoxicated by the moment, delighted that whether their relationship was a one-night stand or something more meaningful was going to be answered. The wantonness of their loving, in the same room as a naked teenager who they had just stripped and washed. The thought of Maria's pussy and just lying naked next to her drove her into action. Sitting up, she ripped her shirt off her body and pulled Maria's face towards her with both hands, planting a kiss hard on her lips. With a muffled groan from Maria, she quickly flicked the buttons of her pyjamas, pulling the top roughly from her within a matter of seconds. Maria breathed heavily as she pulled Lauren, now quite naked, towards her, rewarding them both as their breasts mashed against each other, the warmth of their flesh reassuring, homely as their passion, and need for release, increased. Lauren swung off the bed, pulling Maria with her so that her feet dangled over the side. She stood between her legs, leaned forward and kissed her full on the mouth, gratified as Maria grasped her head between her hands and pulled her closer. Their breasts brushed together again, nipples now hardened as Lauren shuffled back onto the bed and straddled the older girl. Lauren was utterly determined to reward Maria as she rubbed her pussy up over her stomach, feeling the warmth and softness of the girl as she clasped her thighs tightly against her ribs. Maria clutched her breasts, thumbs rubbing her nipples in circles, arousing, teasing. She fell down onto her, nibbling at her ears, neck and finding her lips again with her tongue. Without waiting for even a moan of pleasure, she slid down, gripping her tightly between her legs. Pausing only briefly to kiss her nipples, Lauren slid over her stomach and found what she really wanted - the button to her pyjamas. Without any hurry at all, she pushed her tongue underneath the elastic waistband, stretching it as she ventured further down, straining against the resistance as she neared her pubic hair. She brought her hand round over her thighs and underneath her bottom, caressing her pussy firmly, delighted to feel the dampness through the exquisite silk. With a flick of her thumb and forefinger, she undid the single button, pleased with the new view as the pyjamas parted, revealing the beginning of her dark curly hair. Still taking her time, Lauren slid her hands around the girl's hips, pulling the pyjamas down slightly, allowing her more room to tease with her tongue. Maria slid upwards further onto the bed, deliberately bringing her hot mound into view. Obligingly, Lauren concentrated on the very top of her slit, the wonderful indentation where the flatness of her stomach and the edge of her trimmed pubic hair gave way to the promise of her labia and the delights beyond. Her tongue pushed down into the darkness, feeling the tickling of the hair, the warmth of the skin and the scent of readiness. She laid her head above her pubic hair, resting her cheek on the silky smoothness of her stomach, and proceeded to simply lick along the length of her labia, using her hands to caress Maria's thighs. Occasionally, she pushed the pyjamas down further, allowing the older girl to part her legs and invite Lauren deeper into her lair. Emma turned on her bed. The girls stopped, Maria sitting up and leaning on her elbows while Lauren still gripped her thighs and buttocks. Deciding that Emma was simply dreaming, Maria touched Lauren's hair, signaling the all-clear. Smiling back at her, Lauren pulled her pyjamas down to her ankles and off her feet. Then, with a wicked smile, she trailed them over Maria's legs, up between her thighs and over her breasts. Maria continued to prop herself up, but spread her legs wide open as she leaned back, eyes closed, groaning quietly to herself. Lauren knelt, pushing her hands under the girl's buttocks, and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed. In the dim light she could see little of the colour of the girl's sex, but all the wondrous folds of skin, the tiny hood above the clitoris and the shiny center of her sex were quite visible, and responded to Lauren's tongue with internal twitches and groans that Lauren found so rewarding. Beginning a steady rhythm, she licked slowly up one side of her labia, pecking the lip between her own, then over her clitoris, very gently, before descending along the other lip. Occasionally, she would delve into her vagina, sampling the heady juices and cauldron of warmth before repeating her movements. The muffled sounds and shakes coming from Maria confirmed that he was doing well, and Lauren shifted her hands after a couple of minutes so that her thumbs were placed either side of the girl's anus. "Oh yes, Lori, that's great!" moaned Maria, her elbows giving way as she flopped back onto the bed. "Yes, deeper, get your tongue right inside me!" Lauren teased her clitoris one more time before pushing her tongue deep inside the girl. Her nose rubbed beautifully over her clitoris as her whole face became sticky with their love. She could feel the hot walls of the girl's vagina against her tongue, squeezing as she hit a sensitive spot, pulsating with the tight sphincter as she neared orgasm. Suddenly, Maria came, clasping her legs together, trapping Lauren as her bottom rose off the bed and her back arched, groans filling the room. Shaking, hips turning, Maria slowly fell back to earth with her young lover still in place. Lauren pulled out from the vice-like grip, squeezed her legs together and joined her on the bed, caressing her, hugging as she recognised the symptoms of the orgasm and the wonderful float back to earth. They laid arm in arm, caressing for many minutes until Lauren slid our from under Maria's arms and sat down on Emma's bed. She felt her forehead, and although she had always scoffed at the idea of being able to tell if someone was sick from simply feeling their forehead, she knew that Emma was feverish, burning. "It's probably best just to let the fever take it's course. Not much we can do anyway, except keep her comfortable." said Maria, joining her. "Yeah. She looks peaceful enough, though, doesn't she?" "She looks lovely! I suppose we both looked like her once. So young, innocent." Maria touched Emma's feet, feeling the skin, her thin limbs. Her hand traveled higher, finding her knees. Lauren looked round at her, watching as fingers explored the little girl's thighs. "God, so smooth and soft!" "Hey, let's finish cleaning her." whispered Lauren, more of a question than a request. Ignoring her, Maria shifted the girl's lifeless left leg outwards and up, bending it at the knee, exposing her pussy. With the flannel in her hand, she leaned between her legs and proceeded to carefully clean her, shooing Lauren out of the light so that she could see every detail. "Oh yes, God, do I remember!" she whispered. Maria pecked at the girl's thighs, causing the tiniest of stirs within her. Then higher until, skirting her pussy, she positioned her tongue above the few hairs of her vagina. "Come on" whispered Lauren, "You'll wake her" Maria didn't hear, or pretended not to hear. Lauren mentally kicked herself, realising yet again that she had failed to take strong action when someone invaded her territory. This was the ultimate affront. Another girl, supposedly her own lover, satisfying her cravings on the young girl she was being paid to protect. In her bedroom. Immediately after Lauren had brought her to orgasm. Her anger bubbled, and immediately turned into lust as she watched the girl's tongue sliding slowly along the length of Emma's tight labia. The tip pushed inside, parting the little lips, probing for that wonderful little girl scent. Maria kissed her gently, lapped widely along her lips, then rose to face Lauren. "Take turns. Let me see you do her!" "What?" she asked, incredulously. "Come on, she's out cold, and she tastes wonderful. Come here"! she said, grabbing Lauren's neck. They kissed forcefully, Lauren tasting her tongue as they embraced over Emma's body. She giggled as she did indeed recognise the taste, shuddering as though the liquid had suddenly been absorbed into her blood stream like a narcotic. Lauren slipped down, shifted round to kneel beside Emma, and let the tip of her tongue probe her pussy. "Hold your hair out the way!" said Maria. Lauren grabbed her hair and pulled it over her shoulder with one hand, then rested on her elbow, smiling sweetly as she gave Maria a little show. She continued for several minutes, trailing her tongue as lightly as possible over her thighs and around her blossoming pussy. Maria sat on the bed, enthralled, administering her own relief with two wet fingers inside herself. Simultaneous groans from Maria and Emma marked the end of their entertainment so they wrapped her up, pulled the bedclothes up to her neck and turned out the light. "I'll sleep on the sofa, and take over at about five, OK?" suggested Lauren on her way to the door. "Hey, I think she'll survive. You can sleep in my bed if you'd like" said Maria, taking her by the hand. Lauren's heart bounded against her chest. The simple touch of her hand, their fingers interlocking, the safety and linking together was too much for her to resist. Silently, she allowed herself to be dragged through the house and into Maria's room, the thrill of their naked journey making her tremble with fear. They made their way to the bed, guided by the slim shaft of moonlight that intruded through the curtains. Lauren slipped under the sheets and covered herself while Maria fussed with the curtains. She watched her tight buttocks as she reached up to disentangle the hooks, the distinct outline of her pussy lips dark against the pale moonlight. Lauren trembled expectantly as the older girl made her way across to the bed, sitting on the edge, waiting to be invited. "Think you'll be OK?" "Mmm. Maybe." said Lauren, with little effort hiding her true thoughts. She tilted her head to one side, almost pouting as though upset by the potential parting. "You and Emma look so wonderful together. Such well-matched lovers!" "Actually, it was Emma who, you know, sort of started things" "Really, you mean she made the first advance? Touched you first?" "Yeah, one night during a storm!" "Wow" Maria paused, sliding closer to Lauren, resting her hand on her knee. "That's 'cause you're so pretty. You have such a great body." Her hand trailed over the sheet down to her foot, stroking her gently as though deep in thought. "That was before you helped her with the medicine then?" "Oh, er no." said Lauren, blushing in the darkened room. "It must have been after that. Did she tell you about that as well?" "Sure, we had a very long discussion. Don't worry, that's how I know she has a crush on you!" Lauren leaned back on the pillow, annoyed at being caught lying, but all the while intent on persuading Maria to love her, and thereby hopefully change the subject. She stretched noisily, raising her hands way above her head to touch the wall behind. "Turn over, I'll rub your back." Lauren nestled into the pillow, feeling Maria straddle her legs as her hands came up to her shoulders and rubbed. The sheet descended to her waist, giving Maria access to her back and the tired muscles beneath her fingers. She kneaded slowly, running her fingers up and down her spine, pushing carefully, firmly as though squeezing the skin away. Maria leaned down and kissed the nape of her neck. "Wait there for just a minute" she whispered. She slipped off the bed momentarily, rummaged through a drawer then returned. Again she sat across Lauren's legs and giggled as she dripped a cool liquid over her back. "What's that?" "Rubbing Oil." she replied, spreading the liquid over her back. "Summer Silk flavour!" she laughed, gripping Lauren's buttocks with her thighs and moving back and forth lewdly. "God, it feels so slippery" sighed Lauren. "That's wonderful" "Taste?" Lauren nodded slowly. Maria wiped a finger across Lauren's back and slipped it between her lips, coating her teeth and pulling out again as Lauren licked greedily at the slight taste of creamy fruit. Maria sniggered and continued for several minutes, relaxing Lauren so much that she thought she might fall asleep. Maria slid down further, allowing herself access to Lauren's buttocks. "Want me to go lower?" "Mmm" was the only response as Lauren shifted, shucking off the sheet. More dribbles of oil followed, invading the crease of her buttocks, ticking as the little drips approached her anus, paused then sought out her pussy. Maria continued to rub, pushing her buttocks apart gently, introducing Lauren to the idea that her fingers were very close to her tight hole. She avoided it, pushing deeper to the short gap between her anus and pussy, teasing, oiling, before venturing way down her legs. Her feet and toes received attention until Maria rolled her over, dripped oil on her thighs and started up towards her breasts, avoiding her pussy entirely. Lauren reached behind her, gripping the headboard as fingers caressed her breasts, circling her raging nipples before finishing off around her shoulders. Lauren purred, pulling Maria close to her, transferring the residue of oil to Maria as their bodies molded together. Lauren kissed her hard, pulling her breasts against her own, delighting in the darkened warmth of their union. "Want another surprise?" "Mmm, of course!" replied Lauren dreamily. Maria took her hand and guided it down the bed. She found a hard object in her hand, and knew almost immediately it was a fake cock. Ridges along it's length gave it a rippled surface. She giggled. "Have you ever used one?" "No" she responded, hugging Maria. "Wait while I put it on!" Maria squatted in front of her, the dark silouhette of her thighs and flat stomach suddenly taking on the obscenity of the cock as it bobbed towards the vertical. The buckles squeaked as Maria fitted it carefully, gripping the great rod in her fist as she made sure it wasn't going to fall off. Sliding down next to Lauren, she offered her the small bottle of oil. "Put some on me, then let me see you do your pussy." said Maria, sliding to Lauren's side. Carefully, Lauren unscrewed the top, and with the slightest of trembles, dripped the liquid along the length of her weapon. With her left hand, she gripped it, sliding up and down to ensure it was fully lubricated. She then leant back against the pillow and dripped oil over her pussy, concentrating on the region just above her clitoris. With her fingers she guided the oil down between her inner lips, pushing into her sex with a delight and frustration that caused her to sigh loudly. More than ready, she put the lid on the bottle and let it drop to the floor. Their hands wandered, their embraces deepened, and the silence increased as they kissed. Lauren felt fingers trailing across her stomach, circling her navel, darting down to her pussy, and exploring her thighs. The whole dark, silent night was wonderful, warm. She guided Maria so that she lay on top, the hard cock resting over her stomach. The weight of the girl, head nestled into her shoulder, their breasts pushed together as though one mass all gave her such a sense of well-being that it seemed anything else would ruin the moment. She pulled the sheets over them, tucking them up in their own little world. Perhaps she slept for a few minutes, but she became aware of Maria sliding to one side, still very much in contact, just re-arranging herself. The shuffling continued, a cool draft wafting under the sheets as Maria disappeared beneath, gripping Lauren's thighs. She felt the swirl of her hair as she leaned down to kiss her pussy, a tongue running along her thighs, over her hot mound, then up the other thigh. Backwards and forwards, pausing to lick and moisten her already wet entrance. Maria surfaced, pushing the sheets back over her shoulders. She was magnificent, her large oiled breasts just catching the light of the moon, nipples firm and erect above the flatness of her muscular stomach. Maria dropped forward, hands either side of Lauren's shoulders, her body between her legs. Maria pushed forward, resting the tip of the stiff plastic cock against her warm entrance. Lauren could feel the taut leather straps that held it around Maria's waist and thighs. She stroked it as though it was real, preparing it for action. "Enter me. Slowly!" She took the cock in her fist and found her entrance easily, the inner lips guiding it. "Oh yes, that's it!" Lauren groaned as it slid deeper inside, pushing the walls apart, the cock head rippling along the internal muscles as the sheer eroticism of the sex hit her hard. She cried out as another inch disappeared, the width of the cock increasing rapidly as it drove deeper, pushing apart the walls of her expectant vagina in its quest to fill her. Suddenly she realised just how desperate she was to achieve her orgasm, how much pent-up lust actually dwelt in her teenage body. Maria towered above her, blocking the moonlight, gripping her buttocks while her own thighs held her tight. Maria started to withdraw, then plunge in again, her eyes closed in pleasure. Back and forth she rocked, slowly, introducing the length to Lauren slowly. Maria dropped her head lower, resting on the bed by Lauren's ear. She pecked at it as Maria's right hand stroked her thigh, her bottom and then pushed round her buttocks to rest against her anus. A single finger circled her little hole, probing, testing, waiting for any protest that might come. "Oh God yes! Oh you dear!" shrieked Lauren, gripping Maria's shoulders tightly. She knew she would come and felt the familiar contractions in her vagina and anus that signaled all was well. Maria began stroking harder, her breathing noisy and the look on her face one of pain and astonishment. "Maria, harder! For Christ's sake, harder" Maria screwed up her face in agony as she pumped as hard as possible. Lauren felt her anus pulsing, gripping as her pussy rippled with the advent of pleasure. The huge cock pummeled her pussy, punishing her labia with every stroke. Maria sensed the moment and pushed as deep as she could, taking Lauren over the top and into orgasm as the cock thrust even deeper into her soaking vagina. They both shook uncontrollably, pumping, resting, groaning and pumping again. Lauren wrapped her legs around Maria's back, pulling her as far into her as she could. The greasy finger inside Lauren's anus pumped deeply with every stroke, her orgasm rising and falling, pushing over each crest and soothing her. They collapsed into a panting heap as Lauren's shaking legs slid down onto the bed. She inhaled sharply as Maria began to slowly remove her finger from her anus. She reached down quickly and held her hand, pulling her all the way back inside for a final sensation, moaning in thanks and appreciation of the deep obscenity of their loving. She sighed with delight when Maria finally withdrew, their juices dribbling down her lips and matting the hair. She grabbed the girl, allowing her to pull off the device before dragging her tight against her chest, exchanging long kisses as they lay together. Maria touched the side of her face, caressing her neck, resting on her breast. "Hey, Lori." "Hmm?" "My uncle's coming next week." "Great" "Perhaps we should put on a show for him?" "What like?" Lauren heart pounded. "You know. You and me, maybe some others. After all, he has let us all stay here." "You crazy?" Her mouth dried and fear returned. She knew full well that Maria wasn't crazy, knew her well enough to know that the sound of her voice meant she was serious. "We do it now and again for him. He's a powerful man, well respected around here. He commands armies and keeps us all safe. Understand?" It was that last word that had such a sense of finality. It was a statement to be digested, and to which she should agree. Blood rushed to her head, bringing oxygen and chemicals that kicked it back into gear. "I don't think so. Maybe we'll just watch" Comprise. The solution to so many conflicts. "Have a think. I'll watch Emma." She kissed her lips, then slipped out of bed. Lauren was torn between lying there and thinking about the proposal, and telling Maria to leave the little girl alone. She listened to the sound of her footsteps shuffling over the carpet, the door closing, then silence. Wide eyed, she stared at the slit of light. Turning over the options, she rationalised in her own way, fretting until dawn. She eventually slept, hoping that Maria might have just been trying to feel her out, probe the depths to which she would descend to gratify her uncle and no doubt increase her standing with him. -- +--------------' 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> /