Lauren Gisal Volume Two by Francis Dashwood

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Lauren Gisal in South America

The departure from Switzerland


Chapter 1

The plane streaked silently across the summer sky, its wake leaving a white gash in the crystal blue heavens. Thin blankets of cloud gathered around the mountain peaks, preparing for their slow evening descent over the treacherous rocks and into the green valley where they would cloak the winding roads in a veil of mist, cutting off the view for travelers between Switzerland and the Italian lakes.

The summer tourist season had all but finished, relieving many of the towns, especially Andelburg, of the extra burden of cars, hitchhikers and holidaymakers that were a necessary intrusion into their quiet way of life. Even the park was deserted. Nobody seemed interested in crazy golf, and the tea rooms next to the tennis courts echoed only with the occasional clink of china. The sole sign of life was over at the bowling green, where four elderly gentlemen played sedately. Lauren had seen them before and assumed that they played in all weathers, including the snow. She understood the importance of the tourists on the financial prosperity of the region, but often wished that there was another way to provide income and employment for so many.

As she walked her toes complained of being trapped inside shoes that were two sizes too small. She was also conscious of an annoying soreness around her waist. She had told her mother that wearing the tennis knickers was a bad mistake. Both the shoes and knickers had been bought in a sale when she was seventeen, and she had grown in the two years since then. She ran her fingers underneath the waistband in an effort to ease the chaffing.

Lauren gazed back up to the mountains, forever enthralled by their majesty and beauty. Another plane appeared from behind the clouds, heading west.

"Ready?" Turning towards the source of a shout, she realised Nikki had been holding up a tennis ball for some time, trying to attract her attention. Nikki's straight blonde hair was almost to her shoulder blades, and Lauren thought it suited her. It fell across her shoulders and framed her cute face to perfection. Nikki, like Lauren, would never be the prettiest girl in the village, but they were both fortunate to possess features that were well in proportion. Her breasts swung underneath the thin cotton blouse, and Lauren could see her nipples as she swung back her racket. She was pleased that her own breasts were smaller, and perfect in her opinion with their classic line down to the small nipples and their convex shaping underneath. She recalled some of Jim's comments on the first time they had made love and how he had stared without speaking at the sight before slowly reaching out to run his finger from her shoulder down over her breast and around her stomach as though checking they truly existed. They had both been so young then, so naive and inexperienced. She smiled and looked over the net enquiringly.

"Yeah, of course"

Nikki served. The ball flew high over the net and bounced right in front of Lauren. She pulled the racket back and swung almost stylishly, the ball grazing the net as it shot past Nikki and bounced just inside the base line.

"Out!" shouted Nikki.

"Rubbish, that was easily in, you just didn't see it, that's all!"

The banter continued with almost every point, Lauren winning the vast majority until Nikki noticed two young men walking towards the bowling green, a course that would take them past the tennis courts. Her game improved considerably, as did her willingness to run after the dead balls and pick them up, bending down with unnecessary exaggeration as she did so, revealing her tanned legs.    The boys turned out to be twice their age, and hardly gave the girls a second glance.

"Oh, can't we stop now? I'm aching everywhere" moaned Nikki.

"Let's have a drink, then we'll play until three o'clock."

Lauren watched Nikki as she shuffled towards her. She had known her for almost six years and the very sight of her made her insides bubble up in pleasure. They had learnt, laughed and loved so much together through their teens that their parting was going to create an enormous void in her life - maybe not for ever - but Lauren did not underestimate how she would feel on the day they she boarded the plane..

The sat on the black tarmac of the tennis court, leaning back against the mesh fencing, shaded from the sun by two enormous beech trees. Lauren pulled out a thermos flask and poured drinks, silently offering one to Nikki, her eyes firmly fixed on the ground, both girls acutely aware of the short time they had left together. Eventually, Nikki turned to her.

"It's not fair. Now that we don't have school we could do so much, and you're going away" she said quietly.

"It's not definite yet. Maybe the children won't like me and they'll find someone else." said Lauren with little conviction. Nikki rested her head on Lauren's shoulder. The family that she was to join had searched for almost five months for a live-in au pair that would fit into their life-style and expectations as far as credentials were concerned. "You can come and visit me!" suggested Lauren.

"What, all the way to Bongo-Bongo land? It would cost a fortune!"

"It's San Falino, and it costs about a thousand francs" said Lauren.

"Why don't you stay at home? Look after your mother? Do knitting for the Salvation Army? Get shopping for old ladies?" said Nikki.

"Don't be dumb. Any ideas yet about what you'll do?"

"Don't know." Nikki looked dejected as she stared at the ground. She had applied for a position at the local bank but she had sent the application form off three weeks ago and hadn't received any reply. She had heard through a friend at the bank that they were unlikely to take her. Further education seemed the most likely course, or enter into the noble family profession of hotelier. "My grades weren't as good as I needed. I still can't understand how you did so well when you're never with us on this planet!"

"I suppose it all sank in somehow. Osmosis or something. Aren't you going to carry on at college?" asked Lauren

"Suppose so. I really don't know. My father still thinks I should learn hotel management, but that's just an easy way out. I need to do something for myself. You know, learn something." She looked up through the leaves, exhaling. "Oh I don't know..."

"Learn something and meet some hunky man?"

"Now there's an idea. You're right! Honestly, I need some man." said Nikki. She licked her lips with crude seduction. "With a big willy!"

"Nik, you're a tart sometimes!"

"I'm only joking. How's Jim Beam?"

"Ho ho ho!" said Lauren, frowning. Lauren had told her that the first time they made love it had taken her several minutes before she could comfortably accommodate him fully inside her. Sometimes her humour got a little too close for comfort, especially as she had shared most of the gory details about their love making in confidence. "I haven't seen him for almost a week, what with the end of term for both of us and everything else."

Nikki rested her hand on Lauren's knee. "I know he's special, don't worry."

Lauren grimaced as she moved her legs. "God, these stupid knickers. My mum said I should wear them and look the part but they're chopping my legs off!" She hitched her skirt up slightly along her thigh to show Nikki the frilly material and wicked elastic.

"Take them off then!" said Nikki mischievously.

"Stupid!"

Nikki ran her fingers gently along the inside of Lauren's leg. "Come on, it'll be a laugh! There's nobody here"

Lauren saw in her eyes that she was serious, and felt Nikki's fingers dip for an instant between her thighs. A thousand memories flooded    back as Lauren's heart fluttered like the breeze that rippled through the leaves above them.

"You crazy?" hissed Lauren, looking behind.

"Go in the toilets then. If you do, I will too!"

Lauren looked over to the old men playing bowls, certain in the knowledge that if she didn't do it, Nikki would torment her until she did. She giggled. "Come on then!"

They skipped, giggling like schoolgirls into the ladies toilets and slammed the cubicle door shut behind them. Lauren looked at Nikki and grinned. She pulled up her skirt and thrust her fingers into the waistband of her knickers, pulling them down to her ankles. She laughed loudly as she picked them off the floor.

"God, that's better!"

Nikki gripped her arm. "Now mine!" she whispered.

Lauren understood her request and slipped her hands around Nikki's supple waist. She slid her knickers down to her knees and smiled, shaking her head gently as she looked up into her eyes. Nikki gathered them up and slipped the lock on the door, turned and placed her hand gently on Lauren's shoulder, brushing her long brown hair behind her. She leaned forward and quickly kissed her cheek.

"Come on, we should play for another ten minutes then get the half past three bus." said Nikki, suddenly full of energy as she strode out onto the court.

"I'm not running around like this!"

"There's nobody here! Or are you afraid one of those old guys over there might take advantage of you?"

Lauren walked slowly, glancing all around in case anyone might have been hiding in the bushes or behind the trees. Nikki hit the ball high and Lauren realised that she was going to have to run and stretch. She laughed loudly as the game disintegrated into one of making the opponent run and turn as much as possible. She hit it back gently so that Nikki stood a chance of returning it and was delighted with a glimpse of the top of Nikki's thighs. Within five minutes the game had dissolved into laughter with neither girl really prepared to risk being seen in all her glory.

"Come on, let's pack up and go!" said Nikki, looking at her watch. A wicked smile on her face told Lauren that she intended to go on the bus dressed as she was. Lauren held her arm and laughed loudly as she collected the flask on the way out, holding the fashionable brown bag her mother had given her against her stomach. As they reached the gates to the court, Nikki reached round and pinched her bottom. Lauren squirmed and giggled.

"Ooh! What's under here little girl?" asked Nikki in a baby voice as she reached for her skirt.

"No! Don't you dare!" she shouted, turning to walk backwards and keep Nikki in her sights. The bus stop was only a few hundred meters from the park and Lauren constantly surveyed the passing pedestrians for any sign that they might know what was going on. Lauren could feel the warm breeze wafting up off the pavement and around her thighs. The gentle caress coupled with the sheer wantonness of their actions caused waves of anticipation to surge through Lauren's stomach. It was always Nikki that pushed the limits of her tolerance and morality. She kept the ugly bag pulled tightly against her stomach as Nikki mouthed lewd remarks to her. She glanced at Nikki's breasts and saw her nipples poking hard against the cotton of her blouse. She felt her pussy stirring, tingling, the tiny hairs unmatting, sending a list of demands to her brain that she would only be too happy to satisfy.

They waited less than five minutes for the bus, bounding up the steps and flashing their school bus passes at the driver. Grabbing all five seats at the back, they settled down for the ten minute ride.

The bus headed into town, pulling up at almost every bus stop for passengers. A young boy entered the bus and handed over a fifty franc note, much to the driver's disgust. The ticket clicked out of the machine while the driver sorted out his change. The boy, younger than the girls, looked in their direction and smiled awkwardly. As he stuffed the change in his pockets he dropped a couple of his coins noisily on the steps of the bus, bent down to scoop them off the floor, and finally walked down the aisle. The torment on his face showed as he calculated how far down the bus he could go without being too obviously interested in Lauren and Nikki. His courage gave way two rows from the back, and he flopped down in the double seat, arranging his limbs in the least relaxed position known to man.

The girls looked at each other and giggled. The boy turned sheepishly and smiled at them. Nikki burst out laughing and the boy's face froze in horror as he turned round to face the front. Nikki ran her tongue along her top lip and pouted in his direction causing Lauren to burst into laughter. They giggled uncontrollably for at least two stops, giving the driver good cause to glance in his mirror.

The boy shifted position, his head against the window and his arms folded tightly across his chest. Nikki leaned forward provocatively towards the boy and ran her hands across her breasts, looking briefly across at Lauren for encouragement. As she giggled the boy turned and Lauren shrieked with laughter at her poor sense of timing. Annoyed, Nikki brought her feet up onto the seats and ran her hand between her legs, making groaning noises. Even though only Lauren could see she had no knickers, she looked at her in wide- eyed disbelief as her nineteen year-old friend acted so crudely in public. The boy was clearly dying to see what was happening as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Lauren reached into her brown bag, and pulled out her knickers.

"Hey!" she whispered. The boy turned.

"It so hot!" she said theatrically as she wiped her forehead.

Nikki held her hand to her mouth and spluttered loudly as though she would burst. The boy turned further, looked at Nikki and then away in disgust. That provided the final episode that kept them laughing all the way to the bottom of the hill where Lauren's road started. They rang the bell and made their way along the central aisle as the bus pulled into the layby. As Nikki passed the boy she briefly hitched up the side of her skirt and scratched seductively. Lauren heard the boy groan in amazement as she passed. Her head ached from the laughter and she knew that she had to be sensible for a while to give the dull pain a chance to subside. She jumped down onto the pavement alongside Nikki as the doors hissed in unison with the brakes and the bus swung out, continuing it's journey to Interlaken.

"I hate this hill. Why couldn't you live somewhere flat?" said Nikki.

"The whole place is hills, dumbo. Anyway, it's not as though it's a long way. It'll do you good!"

"How come you like exercise all of a sudden? You used to rub mud on your knees so that the games staff thought you'd been doing something."

Lauren smiled at her, wondering what other little secrets she had absorbed. Nikki was an endless store of anecdotes and observations, all filed away and waiting to come out, rarely maliciously, but always the correct comment for the moment.

"It's different now. At school we were forced to play tennis and hockey and all that. But now, I want to keep fit and not become fat and horrible, don't you?"

Lauren was the last person who needed to worry about her weight. Her thighs and legs were lean and tanned, but Nikki would have to be careful. Her breasts were not pendulous but were full, and her legs and buttocks looked as though she could usefully spend an hour or two each week jogging or swimming just to keep them in trim. They swung through the small garden gate and walked along the path that curved round to the kitchen door. Unlocking it, they marched in and dumped their bags on the floor.


Chapter 2

"Cooee. It's us!" shouted Lauren. Silence. "Great, grab some cold  drinks from the fridge and follow me upstairs. Actually, wine would  be good - there's some Niersteiner or something somewhere."

Lauren stood on the bottom stair and waited for Nikki. While they  had experimented with each other from the age of about thirteen, as  many girls and boys will at some point as their sexuality develops,  they had both found boyfriends soon after and their relationship had  continued without the sexual involvement. Then at about sixteen,  there had been a period of about three months when nothing else  seemed to matter other than them as a couple. Every waking  moment seemed to be consumed by thinking about Nikki, phoning  her, writing letters to her, and making love to her whenever  possible. Lauren had even stopped going out with Jim at the time,  just to be with her longer each day. Problems at school with their  classmates, and suspicions at home had caused them to conduct  themselves more discretely. Again the intensity of their relationship  had waned until a week ago, when Lauren felt so strongly that she  had kissed her, full on the lips while her hands dug deeply into her  bottom. Nikki had simply stood there, expressionless. She hoped  that she was about to find out the answer to the question that the  kiss had conveyed. The peck on the cheek during tennis had made  her heart leap in expectation.

Nikki emerged from the kitchen carrying a half empty bottle of  Liebfraumilch and two tumblers. As Lauren turned, she knew,  absolutely knew, that Nikki was looking up her skirt and she felt  the arousal and familiar stirring before she had even reached the top  of the stairs. She flopped onto her bed, leaving enough room for  Nikki to join her after she had filled the two glasses.

"Here's to us" said Lauren as she leaned against the headboard, her  legs stretched out along the length of the bed. Nikki curled up  below her, leaning on her elbow as she clinked her glass against  Lauren's. Lauren looked down at her and understood her  melancholy mood but could do little to change the plans that she  had made. She touched Nikki's head lightly, her fingers stroking her  blonde hair as it gathered over her shoulders, following the seam of  her blouse down along her arm. Her thighs were slightly tanned,  young and firm, exposed where her white socks had fallen to her  ankles. She noticed her toes stretch and curl while her head slowly  sank onto Lauren's stomach. She looked towards the bedroom door  and noted that it was closed. Placing her wine on the bedside table,  she stretched out further, exhaling and savouring their closeness.  She felt Nikki wrap an arm under her, pulling her tighter. Her eyes  closed in expectation as she listened to her heart beating rapidly,  checking every signal from her young friend as she prayed for the  touch that would confirm that they were once again lovers.

"You're going to find lots of new boys over there, I bet" said Nikki.  Lauren felt the warm breath through her blouse.

"Hmm, but they don't speak German or French."

Lauren jerked slightly as she felt a finger touch her knee. She  waited, her breathing shallower now, waited for the finger to move  higher. She willed it to move, to confirm that an angel would carry  her off into the clouds above and not leave her floating in  purgatory. Then she felt a hand, running down her left leg, heard a  gulp as Nikki finished her wine, and movement on the bed as she  leaned over to place her glass on the table. Lauren dared not open  her eyes but waited as Nikki snuggled back into her, the warmth  returning as the hand moved up from her knee and along her thigh,  slowly caressing her tanned skin. Lauren reached back down and  stroked Nikki's hair, pushing it behind her ear as she traced a line  down along her shoulders, lightly with a single finger.

The hand moved just under her skirt and across to her other leg.  Lauren exhaled contentedly and her head rolled to one side as she  felt the material of Nikki's blouse brush against the hair above her  pussy. Her question had been answered as that single touch brought  back feelings in her that she had only experienced with Nikki,  feelings that seemed to have been locked away for years and were  now released, as fresh as they day they had been preserved. 

She wanted to wash away the sweat from the game, to be  absolutely clean to make the afternoon perfect. She lifted Nikki's  head up, touching her cheek as she slid up the bed to lay on the  pillow with her, nestling again into her. Lauren touched her gently  on the neck and as she lifted her face, kissed her lightly on the lips.  Nikki smiled and laughed gently, returning the kiss as her hand  made it's way round her shoulders. They embraced passionately,  their tongues exploring once again the softness of their lips. Lauren  stretched gloriously as she kissed, almost yawning as her muscles  flexed throughout her body. A luxurious feeling permeated through  her as she tasted the wine on Nikki's lips.

"Let's wash. I'll call you when it's ready" said Lauren quietly as she  lay Nikki down on the pillow and took her dressing gown from  behind the door. She took another from the cupboard in the spare  room and returned to cover Nikki with it. "Just to keep you warm"  she said, smiling as she left the room.

She ran the bath and added oils, filling the room with a heady scent.  As she sat on the edge of the bath, trailing her hand underneath the  taps, she looked absently at the door, thinking of Nikki and then of  Jim. He had been so understanding, if that was really the correct  word. More accurately, he had accepted that Lauren needed the  intimacy of Nikki. Not of women in general, just Nikki. They had  discussed it once or twice, but Lauren had never allowed her loving  relationships to interfere with each other. Except of course those  three months where she had no explanation of what happened. In  retrospect that aberration in her relationship with Jim had been a  mess, something that she regretted until she remembered the nights  she had spent with Nikki. Jim had been so good about the whole  episode. At first, he had said he understood because he accepted  Lauren's position of it being completely different from their  relationship - more like being sisters. But as she devoted less and  less time to him, and chats on the phone with Nikki became  afternoons together, then Saturday nights, then weekends, he had  finally lost patience. The passion faded in their lovemaking, when it  happened, until she found herself dreading the pain as he entered  her. Even the feeling of him coming deep inside her stretched  vagina and the wonderful dribble of his cum from her pussy usually  failed to satisfy her. She drifted full- time into the arms of Nikki.

It had caused concerns for her parents and even though they had  never said anything directly, they had found it strange that either  Lauren was sleeping at Nikki's or Nikki was sleeping at her house.  Or they spent all weekend together to the exclusion of all their  other friends. Moreover, the usual conversation in the household  that began 'Jim can do this', or 'Jim said...' was replaced with  silence. She was aware that the majority of her classmates knew  what was happening. Her brother certainly knew what happened  because he had witnessed it. God, she thought, there was another  stupid mess.

Lauren turned off the taps and stood, unbuttoning her blouse and  releasing her bra. Her breasts moved slightly as she rubbed  underneath them where the material had cut in and left it's mark.  Without any encouragement, her fingers moved to her nipples  which crowned her pale breasts, caressing them as they stirred very  slightly into action. She slipped out of the skirt as it dropped to the  floor and ran a finger down across her stomach and between her  pussy lips. A hint of excitement rippled through her body as she  brought her fingers back up to her nostrils. She ran her nails  through the trimmed hair until she was satisfied that she was ready.  Collecting up her clothes, she opened the door and whispered  across the passageway.

"Hey, bath time!"

"OK, won't be a minute!"

Lauren dumped her clothes by the wash basin and checked her face  in the mirror. Grabbing the hairbrush, she tried in vain to remove  the tangles in her hair before Nikki arrived. To her delight, her dark  brown hair had managed to grow well past her shoulders, and little  curls had formed giving it body and her own style. She turned as  the door opened to reveal Nikki.

"Shit, I didn't know it was that bad!" laughed Lauren as she looked  up and down. The dressing gown had holes in it and the belt was  from another garment, maybe another century.

"I expect your mum is keeping it until they come back into fashion."

Smiling, Lauren realised that it must have been her father's at some  point, but she decided not to tell her anything about it. She took the  wine and filled the glasses, setting them down beside the bath.  Nikki took hold of her hips from behind, pulling her backwards as  her arms encircled her, meeting at the knot in the middle. Nikki's  fingers deftly undid the belt, letting it fall as her hands explored  beneath the toweling, searching above her stomach and cupping her  breasts. Lauren leaned back, straining to kiss her but Nikki nestled  into her neck, planting kisses over her shoulders as her fingers  toyed with her nipples. Lauren savoured the feeling for several  moments, then reached behind, held Nikki's hips and pulled tightly.  She moved her bottom from side to side as she pushed back. Nikki  turned her, pushing off the dressing gown in one swift motion  before standing slightly on tip-toes to kiss her fully on the lips.  Lauren responded eagerly, pulling Nikki's belt hard and almost  tearing the cloth from her body. She felt her breasts squeeze against  Nikki's as her hands went to her back and pulled her tightly. The  girls embrace relaxed slowly until they simply stared into each  others eyes and stepped into the bath together.

They sat facing the taps, Nikki laying back on Lauren, positioned  between her legs. They talked quietly about the day, the next week  (when Lauren would leave), and what Jim would do after her  departure. Lauren paid great attention to Nikki, touching her  nipples gently so they stood to attention. During a lull in the  conversation, Nikki inclined her head so that they could kiss, her  long hair trailing below the surface as Lauren swirled the water  over her breasts. Steam rose from the bath, obscuring the mirrors  and causing tiny droplets of perspiration to form on their faces,  running down their cheeks in tiny sensuous rivulets. Nikki moved  her hips harder against Lauren, pushing against her pussy as her  hands moved down to Lauren's legs. Lauren opened her eyes and  looked at her feet, realising that the last time they had made love in  the bath they had been thirteen. At nineteen there was precious little  room.

"Maybe we should just wash then go back to my room" suggested  Lauren.

Nikki nodded, turned and stood up, the water sloshing around in  the bath, wetting Lauren's hair. 

"Let me have the soap - the nice stuff" said Lauren, sitting up.

Nikki handed her a bar of cream coloured soap and Lauren lathered  her hands, transferring the white bubbles to Nikki's legs. She  washed all around, trying hard not to stare at her vagina and the lips  that revealed her inner pinkness.

"Kneel down"

Lauren washed her stomach and breasts, soaping each one  individually and then rinsing off the soap by throwing handfuls of  water over her. Her hands moved lower, massaging her firm  stomach on the way to her pubic mound. Lauren slowly ran the  soap between her legs, causing her to place a hand on her shoulder.  She explored the slipperiness with her fingers, delighting as she  discovered that her parted lips were even more lubricated that she  could have dared to wish. Gently, slowly, she pushed a finger inside  her. Lauren thought her own heart would burst as she felt the  familiar contours of her vagina, the pulsing of the muscular walls  and the tight grip that held her finger in place. As she pulled out,  her hand moved further between her legs, seeking out her little  brown hole. Lauren knew that sometimes Nikki found the idea  distasteful but on other occasions she had actively encouraged  exploration. As she pushed against the opening she felt her squirm  and knew that this was a time to leave it well alone. Nikki sat down  facing Lauren, rinsing off the remaining suds from her chest. She  watched as Lauren stood up, noting the pleasure in Lauren's eyes,  the perfection of her breasts and her highly aroused pussy.

"Spread your legs a little more. Yeah, that's better." Nikki ran the  soap over her shins and the back of her legs, rubbing and rinsing as  she went. With bubbles on both hands, she dropped the soap and  pushed up between her legs, holding her buttocks firmly. She pulled  Lauren towards her and planted a kiss on her pubic hair, just above  her parted lips. Her hands then traveled down again, over her anus  and vagina. Lauren groaned and closed her eyes, holding the wall to  steady herself. Nikki held her hips and pulled her down so that she  knelt in the water. Lauren felt warm hands massaging her firm  breasts, slipping and circling her nipples as her stomach twitched.  The hands went lower, retrieved the soap and returned between her  legs, pushing the corner of the bar between her swollen lips. Nikki  ran the soap along her lips, trailing her thumb for extra stimulation  while Lauren opened her legs as wide as the bath would allow. She  felt the soap edging closer towards her anus, pushing against the  strong muscles of the opening. Then a finger took the place of the  soap, pushing, coaxing as new sensations shot through her body.

"Turn round" whispered Nikki.

"It's allright....."

"I want to. I know you love it"

Lauren turned, arranging her feet either side of Nikki and leaned  forward as Nikki pushed against the small of her back. She exhaled  loudly, her head dropping onto the side of the bath just as the finger  found it's mark again and started exploring. She could feel Nikki  pushing soap against the hole with her thumb, hardly even entering  her. Then the bar of soap again, followed by a finger. Nikki shuffled  closer to her and placed her left hand on her back. Then the  wondrous finger returned, pushing, staying deep inside her, filling  her and rekindling a feeling that had laid dormant for almost three  years. Lauren thought that the stirrings in her stomach, the bubbling  that tensed her muscles and caused her heart to flutter must surely  make her come. Nikki slowly drew her finger out all the way and  Lauren groaned as her sphincter gave up its little prisoner. Nikki  pushed the bar of soap against her hole and inserted her finger  again. Almost immediately, Lauren recognised that feeling, the one  that started way down below her stomach, that grew in her so  deeply that it was wholly different from an orgasm but much longer  lasting. Nikki pulled back, pushed in, pulled back starting up a slow  rhythm. Lauren gripped the side of the bath, her eyes tightly shut  and her face screwed up as though in pain. Nikki soaped her fingers  some more and continued her rhythmic movement until she finally  pulled out and washed her thoroughly with soap and water.

Lauren turned and sank back into the water, her eyes still closed  and her hand gripping tightly over her pussy. She looked up to see  the wondrous sight of Nikki leaning over her, wrapped in a white  bath towel, beckoning her to the bedroom. Lauren dried herself off  quickly and made her way across to her bedroom, closing the door  silently behind her. 

Nikki was already lying on the bed, glass of wine in hand, her hair  damp from the bath and her face glistening from the steamy heat of  the bathroom. Lauren felt her own towel slowly slipping from her  body as she knelt beside the bed to kiss the young girl. The damp  freshness of her skin excited her, her lips moving from her neck to  her ear and on to her mouth. Nikki responded with a sigh, pushing  her tongue slowly towards Lauren's as their embrace intensified.  Lauren's hand found her waist and explored the area below her  breasts, venturing longingly over her soft mounds and just under  the top of the towel. She tugged, lightly at first then harder to free  the towel from underneath Nikki. Parting it slowly, she revealed her  breasts and nestled into them, kissing and licking as she journeyed  lower, pushing the towel open. The scent of the bath oils drifted up  as Lauren parted her own legs slightly until the towel restricted her  movement. She could hear Nikki's breathing intensify as her  stomach twitched and muscles flexed in apparently random fashion.  Nikki ran her hand through Lauren's hair, guiding her slowly but  surely to the very center of her sex, urging her to pull off the  remainder of the towel and reveal the dark patch of hair that would  give way to the wet, shiny folds of excitement between her legs.

Lauren pulled Nikki's legs round and brought her feet to the floor.  The towel slipped off as Lauren licked up from her knees, parting  her thighs as she neared her goal. She pulled Nikki forward so that  her bottom was almost off the bed and gently touched the inside of  her thighs, causing Nikki to cry out gently as anticipation and  imagination took hold of her thoughts. Lauren closed her eyes and  felt her way deeper and deeper, using only the whimpers of Nikki  and her own tongue as her guide. She parted Nikki's legs further as  she licked along the very tops of her thighs and over to her swollen  lips. In an almost leisurely manner, she ran her tongue down along  her wet lips, pausing only briefly at the bottom before returning to  the top, avoiding her hooded clitoris and then down in between the  exposed inner folds of her pussy. Her tongue teased, pushing slowly  further between the sweet folds of her inner lips then darting back  to trace the outline of her pussy lips, slowly returning and delving  deeper until Lauren pushed her tongue deep into the opening. The  fragrance of the bath oils instantly mixed with the hot scent of pent  up lust as a tide of love coated her tongue. Lauren lapped  longingly, her tongue probing, pushing in and out as Nikki's hips  shuddered and tensed. She pushed the girl back further onto the bed  and slid her hands under her bottom, using her thumbs to part her  pussy lips before her tongue once again entered Nikki's hot teenage  tunnel. Lauren tasted her. She remembered the wonderfully thick  fluids of three years before and marveled how she thought she  could have identified Nikki just from the taste of her sweet pussy.  The thought of being forced to identify her as some sort of test  appealed to her, but faded from her mind as the liquid lust mixed  with her saliva and her nose rubbed against Nikki's clitoris. 

Nikki grabbed the back of her legs, pulling hard as her knees almost  touched her breasts and her tongue lapped along the length of her  upper lip. Lauren leaned forward, shrugged off her towel and  slowly dabbed her tongue over the girl's sex, teasing, tempting,  taking her further down the path of her private dream. Darting  occasionally between her lips, she alternated with excursions over  the softness skin of her inner thighs, feeling Nikki tremble as she  licked her way up from the tender folds of her vagina towards her  clitoris, sucking at her lips and pulling gently as she neared her bud.  Dribbling saliva over the hood, she took it between her lips and  pulled it gently, then released it. She flicked it with her tongue  before licking in tiny circles, feeling with fascination the sheer  energy that was being released as Nikki's hips bucked and her hands  gripped tightly around her legs. She lapped quickly at her clitoris,  now fully exposed from underneath it's little covering, pushing,  flicking and circling with her tongue as Nikki's whimpers grew into  moans and the bed creaked underneath her. Lauren ventured down  slightly, once again entering her pussy, returning to her clitoris and  repeating the teasing until she felt the muscles of her vagina spasm  against her tongue. Quickly, she dribbled over her clitoris and took  it between her lips, sucking it harder and harder as Nikki moaned  loudly, urging her to carry her over the final hill. Lauren licked and  sucked with the same rhythm, knowing exactly where Nikki was in  her orgasm, and as she saw the lips of her pussy quiver, she sucked  hard as Nikki stopped moaning and shook silently, her mouth open  and her eyes tightly closed. Lauren continued to suck her clitoris,  slowly reducing the intensity as she began again to lick and probe  her with her tongue. Nikki exhaled loudly, drew in a deep breath  and moaned.

They remained together for several minutes as Nikki's breathing  slowed back to normal and her body relaxed. Lauren was  determined to ensure that Nikki remembered the afternoon, and  began licking along her thighs with her tongue, while very gently  introducing a finger into her hot little hole. Nikki groaned wildly,  sliding down the bed towards Lauren's finger, encouraging it to sink  deeper and deeper inside her as she gripped Lauren's head between  her thighs. Lauren pushed her finger high inside her pussy, almost  behind her clitoris. She licked around her inner lips and returned to  her clitoris, moving her finger in and out slowly but firmly in time  with Nikki's breathing. Almost without warning, Nikki came again,  her pussy gripping Lauren's finger tightly as she pulsed inside with  sheer joy, her legs wrapping round Lauren's head and pulling her  powerfully against her. They both remained almost motionless as  Nikki's face reddened and her thigh muscles bulged. Nikki shook  very quietly on the bed until she exhaled with an almighty groan,  then bucked hard against Lauren's finger. Slowly, her legs relaxed,  allowing Lauren to breath properly again and tease her way lower,  flicking inside the wet little cave to sample the result of her loving.  Lauren's delight was evident in the way she licked her lips, delirious  with the nectar that she had missed for such a long time. Nikki's  moaning subsided and Lauren slithered snake-like from the floor,  brushing her breasts between her legs, kissing her navel then each  nipple until her lips met Nikki's and allowed them to share in her  taste.

They held each other for several minutes until Lauren reached for  her dressing gown and pulled it over both of them, resting her head  on Nikki's shoulder, listening to the regular pounding of her heart.  She felt a hand exploring round her head, down her back and then  round to her neck. Lauren looked up into Nikki's eyes and smiled.

"Wait a while, I'll be back" said Nikki, slipping from the bed naked  and opening the door. Lauren watched her bottom, still tight and  rounded as she remembered it as it wiggled out of sight. Lauren  knew exactly what that phrase meant. Some might have thought  that Nikki had gone to the toilet, or to clean herself. But Lauren  knew that she would be back inside ten seconds with something  that would send her wild. She pulled the covers off the bed and slid  quickly between the cool cotton sheets, lying on her stomach and  facing away from the door. Sure enough she heard gentle footsteps  coming back, the door shutting softly, and then the bed moving as  Nikki sat back down. The covers were pulled up just leaving the  top of her shoulders exposed as Nikki started to massage her  shoulders and neck. Lauren purred.

Hands moved purposefully across her shoulders and round her  neck, kneading and pushing the soft skin and muscles, willing the  aches to vanish under the magic of her touch. She felt Nikki  straddle her back and sit down on her buttocks, rocking gently back  and forth, pushing her own pussy hard against the sheets. Then the  hands pulled at the sheets, exposing her back. Lauren knew what  Nikki was going to do, and forced herself to wait for the moment,  trying to concentrate on the attention that she was being given by  her schoolfriend. She breathed loudly, ensuring Nikki knew that she  was grateful. And then the sheet came off, maybe down to her legs  as Lauren felt Nikki shift further towards her feet, sitting on top of  her legs, rubbing the taut globes of her buttocks in a circular  motion, squeezing them together then pulling them apart. Each time  they parted, cool air wafted against her anus, sending shivers of  pleasure up through her body. And then she felt the tell-tale dribble  of the warm liquid, dripping slowly down the crack of her bottom,  mingling with her own lubrication as it found it's way to her pussy.  Nikki wouldn't allow her to open her legs though, and held her in  her own vice-like grip as she rubbed the oil in between her  buttocks. Then another squirt, and another, until she heard to bottle  fall to the floor.

Her heart pounded as she almost squealed in anticipation. She lifted  her bottom off the sheet as far as she could with the hope of feeling  Nikki's hand even a second sooner, but Nikki leant on her back with  one hand as the other again explored the tight crack of her bottom.  Lauren squealed, pleading as though Nikki was withholding a life- saving antidote.

"Please! Oh, please!" she wailed, trying to look round.

Nikki slipped her middle finger along the crack and encountered her  anus. It was coated in Baby oil and her finger entered a fraction of  an inch before retreating. Lauren grabbed the pillow and bit into it  like a condemned woman. Nikki moved along the crack again, this  time venturing further with her finger, leaving it inside longer  before turning slightly and pulling it out. Lauren made no sound but  still tried to raise her bottom off the bed as far as she could. Nikki  inserted again, paused, and then pushed all the way so that the palm  of her hand rested on Lauren's cheeks.

Lauren made a sound that seemed to be a mixture of a giggle and a  groan, repeating it steadily as Nikki pulled out and pushed back in  again, collecting up as much of the oil as she could on each stroke.  She continued for almost a minute as Lauren's passageway relaxed  and allowed Nikki to insert a second finger. She felt Nikki moving  and knew that it was time to turn over. Still keeping her fingers  firmly in place, Nikki moved Lauren onto her back and knelt beside  her, moving up to kiss her nipples and lick her breasts. She gripped  her legs and encouraged Lauren to spread them so that she could  continue to move her fingers in and out of her. Lauren held her  head gently, stroking her hair while concentrating on the special  sensations that were developing inside her. She opened her eyes and  saw the smile on Nikki's face as she licked and teased each nipple  with her tongue, clearly enjoying herself, just as she had done at  sweet sixteen. Lauren saw that her nipples were erect, responding  to the attention being afforded them. Then Nikki disappeared below  the little hillocks on her way to pastures new. Lauren felt a tongue  briefly on her navel and then around her sparse pubic hair as it  traced a line down between her thighs, encountering her highly  aroused pussy lips and the sweet stickiness between. Nikki removed  her fingers and used her tongue gently on the delicate folds of skin  the made up her inner lips, teasing and probing as she explored the  warmth of her sex.

Her tongue found the hood of her clitoris and flicked firmly,  encouraging the little pink bud to come out and play. She was  rewarded with a groan from Lauren as she fully blossomed out into  the open. Nikki licked her for several minutes, alternating between  her pussy lips, the opening of her vagina and the tiny bud above.  She ran her hands along her thighs and around her buttocks,  stimulating every conceivable nerve in her body as she waited for  Lauren's orgasm to build. Lauren gripped her arm firmly as she felt  her tongue probe deep inside her. Nikki dropped to the floor and  shifted Lauren onto her side, facing her. She wrapped Lauren's left  leg over her shoulder, opening her up so that she could continue to  lick her as she inserted a finger into each opening. Lauren looked  amazed to the point of being shocked and pulled Nikki's head hard  into her vagina, crushing her nose against her pussy and giving  Nikki little room to move. Nikki fought back, knowing what was  required, and took her clitoris between her lips, sucking hard as her  fingers pushed inside her, came out and went back inside at almost  twice the rate of Lauren's shallow breathing. Lauren cried out and  grabbed the pillow to muffle her moans just as her body shook  uncontrollably with a force and passion that she could scarcely  remember. Convulsions overtook her as the muscles in her pussy  and anus contracted, gripping Nikki's fingers and slowing down her  stroking. Her legs flayed in the air and her nails dug painfully into  Nikki's arms as the tongue continued to lick and probe her clitoris  and white lights flashed behind her eyes.

Nikki slowly removed her finger from her vagina as she moved  away from her pussy. Slowly, gently, she pulled the finger out of  her bottom, watching her friend's face as her fingertip neared the  beginning of the hole. Lauren gripped the pillow and hugged it as it  finally emerged, glistening from the oil. Lauren lay still, quiet in her

own little world as Nikki pulled the covers over her and slipped into  bed with her. Lauren felt a glow, not just between her legs, but all  over. Almost a natural glow she thought that didn't really have  anywhere to live, it was more of a state of mind. She was so  pleased that they had played tennis and that she had accepted  Nikki's invitation to take her knickers off. Even the poor boy on the  bus had been a magical moment between them, and now, as though  having a night-cap at the end of the day, they had enjoyed one of  their most passionate love-making sessions that she could  remember. 

She turned over onto her side and hugged Nikki close to her, gently  kissing her forehead before closing her eyes to drink up the last  moments of their intimacy. Lauren remembered once, one hot,  steamy summer afternoon during their three month romance, Nikki  had run down stairs, naked, and brought back one of her mother's  candles that had been on the dining room table. She had oiled it and  pushed it into her bottom so deeply that Lauren thought that she  must have done some damage. But the feeling of the candle forcing  its way in, and then popping out was so wonderful that she would  never forget it. Nor would they forget the candle itself, as her  mother had used it when Nikki's parents came round to celebrate  Lauren's 16th birthday. That had been the source of a whole  evening's giggling between them. Chapter 3

Several days later, her mother came bounding up the stairs and into  her room. Lauren rolled over in bed and squinted at her as though  she must be crazy to even think of being up before 9 o'clock. She  had a letter in her hand, certified delivery, from San Falino. 

"Open it, then" urged her mother.

"Oh, I'll do it tomorrow, it's too tiring opening letters" she said with

a grin.

"Oh come on, or I'll do it"

"No, no, it's OK, let me have it!" Lauren said, grabbing the  envelope. Half conscious, she shrugged her nightie back into  position, covering her breasts in a semblance of decency. Aware of  the sudden warmth of the bed and the caress of the sheets resting  on her tiny knickers, she curled her legs up towards her chest and  grinned at her mother. With a frantic pull at the corner of the  envelope she opened the letter and ripped the return address in half.  "Whoops, that's a stupid place to put it." Inside was a handwritten  letter, a cheque, a crude map and some photos. Lauren looked at  the photos first, judging that the boy was maybe sixteen, perhaps a  little older. The girl looked younger, possibly fourteen, but it was a  useless picture of her and the only features that Lauren could  determine were her curly blonde hair and the fact that she seemed  reasonably attractive.

"Well, what do they say?" asked her mother in a tone that indicated  she was now resigned to losing her daughter overseas.

"Er, congratulations... blah blah, money for the ticket and first two  weeks, er....not much." she said, dropping the letter on the bed.  "Why do people send such hopeless photos, eh? You'd think they  would want to send the best one they could find, right?"

"Let me read!" said her mother impatiently as she grabbed the  letter. "Oh, you'll get a hundred and fifty US dollars a week, free  food plus your lodging - your own room - and you can have the  weekend off. Plus you can use the car when it's not needed. Get  them ready for school and collect them, as required. Return air fare  is paid, initial term of employment six months."

"I can't drive!" complained Lauren.

"Well, it's too late to learn here. That is if you're going to take the  job, of course!"

"Oh Mum, we've been through all this. I'm going. It'll be fun. It's  not for ever, anyway"

"I know, but it's such a long way away"

"I call you, and write every week"

"When was the last time you wrote a letter?" Her mother sat down  on the edge of the bed. "Lori, it's a big responsibility. These  children aren't much younger than you. You have to be their guide,  their parent and teacher, and look after them. I just hope you realise  what's involved, especially as their parents are both working.  They're important people from what your father says"

"I know, but I want to do it. Just don't worry." Lauren understood  the subtext of her little speech all too well.

"Want some coffee - I've just made some?" asked her mother as she  absently picked up Lauren's clothes from the floor.

"Oh thanks, yeah" Lauren slumped back into the depths of her  pillow before taking the map. The house seemed to be close to the  sea, on the coast just east of Venezuela. Lauren knew very little  about the place, except that nothing happened in San Falino. The  village, Boquette, seemed to be about two hundred kilometers from  the capital, San Serra. Lauren supposed it was nice there, but it  looked a little remote, although the hillier region in the north  seemed to have larger towns if the map was to be believed.

"And another thing, young lady" shouted her mother as she climbed  the stairs, "you'll have to buy yourself some pyjamas. No sleeping  half naked any more. What if you have to get up in the night?"

"They're not babies. They won't need bottles every three hours!"

"You mark my words" she said as she clopped away again. "I know  you."

Lauren pushed her hand between her legs and felt the warmth of  her pussy. Her hand sneaked under the waistband of her knickers  and parted the soft hair as she ventured over her pussy lips. She  held herself tight and curled up, delighted with the letter and  excited beyond measure that her adventure was finally underway.

Over the next few days, Lauren prepared for her departure. She  visited her bank and told them that she would not be resident in the  country. They allowed her tax advantages on her account that  amounted to little financially but seemed important to her. She  visited her doctor and allowed herself to be convinced about the  need for a couple of inoculations that Lauren felt were unlikely to  be necessary. She stocked up on medicine that might be difficult to  obtain, such as aspirin, paracetamol and sun tan lotion. She even  bought a pair of pyjamas, without her mother knowing, and stuffed  them in the bottom of her suitcase.

On the night before her flight, Nikki came round for dinner. The  evening was strained although Lauren tried hard to reassure both  her parents and Nikki that she would be fine. The girls wandered  upstairs after coffee on the pretence of finishing her packing and  laid on the bed.

"You could come and see me at Christmas" she said, pulling her  close. Nikki put her arm around her as she rested her head on her  chest.

"Oh no, you can't be away for Christmas! What will you do?" 

"I'm sure they celebrate Christmas just like here, just there's no  snow" said Lauren helpfully. "It's only three months away."

"They probably put people in big pots and cook them." 

"Don't be dumb."

Nikki hugged her, looking up slowly as her lips parted. They kissed  gently, holding each other tight, until decency said it was time to go  back downstairs and help clear up. Nikki left just after eleven  o'clock and Lauren went up to her room. She stripped quickly and  pulled on a new pair of knickers before sliding in between the  sheets, her thoughts a million miles away.

Just as she swung round to turn out the light, she noticed a small  envelope under her bedside light. She opened it and saw banknotes  fall out onto the bed, accompanied by a letter:

"Lori, this is for emergency use. Try to stay out of trouble, OK?  Kisses everywhere, Nik."

She pushed the money and letter into her suitcase and slept. 


Chapter 4

Lauren left the house with her parents just before eight in the  morning the next Friday, an ungodly hour for anything in Lauren's  mind. The fields were dew-filled and the tinkling of cowbells was  the only sound that could be heard in the village that Sunday  morning. She sat in the front while her mother took the back seats,  nursing the suitcases that contained everything that Lauren thought  should could possibly need.

"Now, did you pack your socks?"

"Yes mum"

"What about jumpers and cardigans, I don't remember seeing any of  those go in"

"Yes mum. Look, I've got everything, honest." She stared out the  window at the little flower beds as the car reversed out of the  driveway. A black crow at the side of the house was banging a snail  on the ground, teasing it out of it's little house.

"What about addresses, did you remember your address book?"  asked her father. "Passport, visa, letter of introduction, money"

"Yep, all together in my hand luggage."

"OK, let's go then" said her father, his enthusiasm as thin as the  morning sunshine. She glanced at him, aware that he was visibly  moved by the occasion. They traveled in silence to the airport,  acutely aware with every kilometer that passed their time together  grew shorter.

They parked and made their way to the International departures  building, checking in two hours before the scheduled flight time as  required. Lauren felt miserable, even more so as she saw tears  welling up in her mother's eyes. They passed under the replica of a  bi- plane as they made their way to a small cafe, fussing over the  menu while her father hurried off to buy her newspapers for the  flight. A hour before departure, she decided that she had to say  good-bye, before she sobbed in front of them. They made their way  to passport control, where she dropped her hand luggage and  hugged her father and mother in turn. As she strode up to the clerk,  she turned and waved, then went through the gate, disappearing out  of sight.

Following the signs for Duty Free, she went down the escalator and  grabbed a basket. Loaded up with several bars of Swiss chocolate  and a presentation case of German wine, she paid and walked to her  gate. Her spirits had lifted considerably by the time she sat down  and watched the planes taking off. Half an hour later she was  strapped in to seat 55F. She was somewhat pleased to find a young  man in the next seat, and stared nervously out of the window as the  plane gathered speed and she took the first airplane ride of her life.

It lifted effortlessly into the air, banking almost immediately to the  right. She gripped the armrests tightly and looked around in a panic  as a loud grinding noise came from below.

"Just the undercarriage. It'll stop soon, don't worry!" He had a soft  voice, but with an edge of authority and knowledge. About twenty- five, thought Lauren, no wedding ring, nice looking. Big brown  eyes. Needs a shave.

"Oh, that's what I thought" she replied, her voice betraying her.

"It's more worrying if you don't hear it just before you land!" he  said, laughing.

"Hmm." Lauren forced a smile. His knees dug into the seat in front  of him, squashing the in-flight magazines and sick bag.

"First time?"

"Yeah." Lauren turned nervously to the window and saw the tiny  villages below her growing smaller as the plane climbed. The plane  banked hard to the right again and Lauren gripped the arm-rests,  the wing dipping as though trying to touch the ground for  reassurance. Then the view was lost, replaced by swirling grey  cloud, and almost as quickly, the plane burst through into the open,  the sun shining brilliantly across the mountain tops, glinting against  the snow and almost blinding Lauren with the beauty of the  panoramic view.

She settled in her seat, glanced obliquely in the direction of the  young man, and pulled out a magazine. He was tall, probably six or  seven inches taller than her, broad- shouldered, confident in his  actions and the mysteries of international flight. She leafed through  the pages idly, glancing occasionally at the cabin staff as they  bustled with the pre-lunch drinks. As they ate, their conversation  began again. Lauren had relaxed, assisted by the wine, and  discovered that he was a journalist, on his way to cover the  elections in San Falino. He seemed to have traveled to many  countries in the past few months, Beirut, Baghdad, Columbia, all on  what he called special assignments.

"They pay more. There's an acknowledged degree of danger for a  journalist because you have to get right up to the front line, so to  speak."

"So who buys your story?" asked Lauren, enamored by the profile  he presented of a super sleuth in search of the truth.

"Oh, it depends. If it's current events, then the news wires use it.  You know, Reuters, Dow Jones, Associated Press. Otherwise,  anyone who wants to buy it. It gets syndicated out as a full blown  story. If you're lucky"

"San Falino isn't exactly full of news though, is it?" suggested  Lauren.

"Nope, not today. But if the Nationalists do well in the election  there could be trouble for the government. There's always been a  divide between the north and south of the country, between rich  and poor. The south has traditionally been concerned with banking  and finance, while the north is the workhorse, manufacturing and  farming. Now there's a recipe that I've heard a hundred times  before. This is the first election that they've allowed in over thirty  years, ever since the military took over back in the early sixties.

Lauren looked at her food and wondered if her father had known  this before she left. She thought he probably did because he was in  touch regularly with the San Falino Foreign Office.

"You'll be OK, you're going to be in the south, pretty close to the  capital. That's some of the best countryside as well. Beautiful  beaches!"

"Have you been there?"

"Sure. I took a holiday down there after an assignment once. Very  nice. That was maybe five or six years ago - it was ridiculously  cheap."

"They've got things like electricity, and water, right?" asked Lauren  frowning.

"Of course. Just some of the areas are slums, very poor people  there. Not the sort of sight you'll find in Switzerland, believe me.  What are you going there for?" he asked.

"I'm going as an au pair to the Swiss Ambassador to San Falino.  Well, more sort of a nanny for his children."

"Oh, I've seen him, now what's his name, er, Gustav Rivera, right?"

"Yes, you're right" said Lauren happily. "It's Emma and Jamie that  I'll be looking after."

"My names Peter" he said, offering his hand.

"Lauren." She shook his hand and they ate again in silence.

She managed to get an hours sleep after the film but woke after her  blanket fell off with a pain in her shoulder from being squashed up  against the window. She looked behind her, checking that the toilet  was vacant, and tried to step over Peter who was slouched down in  the seat. She trod on a bag between the seats and almost lost her  balance. He woke and steadied her, gripping her waist as she  hopped over into the aisle. He was fully awake when she returned,  and curled up in the seat to let her pass. She looked down at his  trousers and wondered if the bulge was a sign of endowment or a  bad tailor. She smiled to herself as she sat down and glanced at his  nose. Nikki had said that some people thought that a nose indicated  the size of a man's penis, and some others said their fingers were  also a good measure. Lauren looked at his fingers, and wondered  who she should compare them against. Dismissing the thought, she  pulled the blanket around her, poured the remainder of her wine  into the plastic glass, and took up her magazine again.

"Anything interesting?" asked Peter.

She turned to him and smiled. Somehow he must have been able to  shave because the stubble that she had noticed before had gone. He  was refreshed and alert as he looked at her, waiting for her  response. They chatted for a long time, exploring each other's  backgrounds at high speed, cutting corners and giving details that  would normally take several encounters. The subject came up of  leaving home, and family and friends, something that they both had  in common. A little of Lauren's sadness returned.

"I'm not going to be gone for long. Six months maybe" she said.

"Yeah, it's tough on them as well. They've no idea really where you  are or what sort of environment you're in. On the phone you'll say  things are fine, but you'll miss home. What about Nikki, will she  come and see you?"

"Oh God, I hope so. I'm going to miss her the most!"

"More than your boyfriend?"

"Well..." Lauren started to explain. Her words got caught  somewhere on the way and she looked down, acutely aware that  with every passing millisecond the real answer was being conveyed.  She gulped from her wine glass.

"You have both?"

Lauren smiled with a cheeky grin as her eyes lit up in affirmation.  "God, I can't believe I told you!"

"That's because it doesn't matter." he said, shrugging his shoulders  and looking away. "In four hours time you'll go out of the airport  exit and I'll transfer to another flight. I think you're very brave." he

said, touching her arm. He waited before adding "Do they both  know about the other?"

"Oh yes. For years. Oh God, that sounds awful, doesn't it?" she  laughed, covering her mouth with her hand.

"Why can't you just have your fair share like anyone else?" he said  with mock irritation.

"Peter, it's like two different worlds. Nikki is so gentle and it's like

she's an instant expert because she knows instinctively what to do."  Lauren sat up in her seat and turned to the young man. "What  about you?"

"Just one girlfriend." he said, smiling at his joke. "I've only known  her six months."

"You don't sound too enthusiastic"

"It's difficult to have a sensible relationship when I'm away all the  time. I was thinking about it last week, and I really believe I try and  find girls that I don't really like so that when they write and say 'au  revoir' then I simply shrug it off and carry on". She saw his eyes  wander from her lips down to her breasts. Chemicals stood to  attention inside her.

"Did you sleep with her?" Lauren heard the words come from her  mouth with disbelief. 

"Sure, a couple of nights ago, but it was awkward. We only did it  because I was leaving. There's never any time to learn about what  each other likes and dislikes."

Lauren exhaled, suddenly realising that the rules of the conversation  were so simple. There were no rules. Except to keep the volume  low.

"Have you ever done it with another boy. Or man" she said  clumsily.

"No, everyone in school seemed to check everyone else out,  making sure we all had the right equipment, but that was it. The  idea of playing with another man doesn't interest me, and as for  having something like that inside me, well, no thanks." he said,  staring at his lap. Lauren knew that that avenue of conversation was  firmly closed. Her eyes followed his gaze down to his lap. She  thought the bulge was larger. "What about you, did you say good- bye to them both at the same time?" he asked.

"No, I didn't manage to see Jim before I went." she replied, missing  his joke. "In fact I haven't seen him for almost two weeks. We sort  of agreed that we would be free of each other but remain good  friends while I'm away."

"That's difficult. I tried that but there's always the accusations and  suspicions. What about Nikki?"

"I saw her a few days ago. We played tennis"

"The height of romance!"

"Well, we went back to my place afterwards" said Lauren, pressing  her face against the seat and smiling gently.

"And....?"

"Oh I couldn't tell you!"

"Why not? What's in the way of being totally open with someone  you'll never meet again?"

"It's just personal, I'd be embarrassed."

"Try, and then answer the question again after you've told me"

She thought hard about her response, weighing up the thrill of  recounting her story against the likelihood of turning the colour of  the national flag. She looked around and slumped into her seat. The  drone of the engines and the rush of the air in the cabin masked  much of the sound of her voice.

"Well, we fooled around on the tennis court. You know, taking our  knickers off just for fun and running around!" She looked at him  quickly, gauging if that was what he wanted to hear, or if she had  shocked him already. He caught her glance, smiling.

"Like in that famous poster! Didn't anyone see?"

"No, the place was deserted." Lauren wondered what then had been  so funny about it at the time. Probably, she decided, the risk of  discovery. "Then we caught the bus back to my house and teased a  poor young boy in front of us. Then we went indoors and had a  bath ..."

"Whoa! You've still got all you tennis gear on. Did you take your  shoes off?"

"Of course!" she giggled.

"I've got an idea. I'll close my eyes and you just whisper to me.  Then I'll tell you about my last evening"

She leaned closer to him, drew in a deep breath and continued.  "Well, I wasn't sure if we were going to make love, but while we  were on my bed, Nikki started to explore me with her hands and I  was sure then"

"More details!" he whispered.

Lauren wore a helpless expression on her face as she desperately  tried to tell her story as painlessly as possible. "OK, she pushed her  hand under my tennis skirt and brushed against my, you know, my  er ..."

"Pussy?"

"Yeah, my, er, pussy." Lauren felt lightheaded, probably, she  decided, from the wine with lunch. Again she tried to weigh up her  course of action, but she had already confided in him that she had  both a girlfriend and a boyfriend. He could guess, she was sure, that  she had made love to both of them recently. Apart from the details  there was little else to tell and the promise of hearing his story out- voted any reasons for stopping. 

"Then we kissed and I knew that we would make love. It had been  almost three years since our last time. But I was all sweaty from the  game and thought we should have bath, so she stayed on my bed  while I ran the water. Anyway, we got in the bath, and washed each  other everywhere and then just laid there for ages."

"Where did she wash you?"

"Everywhere!" He turned slightly, still with his eyes closed. "My  breasts, stomach, my legs, my pussy, and er, my bottom." Her heart  raced as she breathed more quickly, the details becoming more  embroidered as she continued. "She put her fingers into me  everywhere, making sure I was clean. It was heaven." Lauren  thought about the hot water lapping her thighs and the cold bath  against her breasts as her head rested on the edge. She had pushed  her bottom as high as possible into the air, offering herself to the  sweetest of sensations, and had felt both like laughing and crying  with the intensity of each stroke. "Then I did the same to her,  except she didn't want me to put my finger into her, you know....  her bottom."

Lauren glanced out of the window, inhaling hard as she saw the  huge clouds wandering free below. She strained against the tight  seat belt, turning as far as she could to watch them slip silently past.

She shook her head, telling herself that she wasn't a prisoner on trial  and this wasn't a confession. And even if it really is good for the  soul, she thought, she had already been tried, judged and eternally  damned, confession or no confession. She was under neither oath  nor orders to tell him anything. And yet something spurred her on,  and the slight ripple of a thrill in her stomach made her lean forward  so that she could sit on her right foot, giving her pussy more room  within her jeans.

"Then we dried off and went into my bedroom. Closed the door and  lay on the bed. I pulled the towel off her top and kissed her face and  neck, going down to her breasts and nipples. Then I moved in  between her legs and kissed her all over."

Lauren found the scene flooding back. The room had been filled  with flowers from the garden. Her mother had half approved and  half chided her for being selfish. There were four vases, each  arranged with as much feeling and foliage as she could manage. The  sun poured through the window onto their young bodies. Lauren  had sunbathed in her room on a couple of occasions, exposing  herself completely to the warmth of summer and to any fortunate  hiker who happened to have a powerful set of binoculars. Each  occasion had lasted less than ten minutes before she became bored  or rolled onto her stomach to sleep. The sounds of cow bells and  the light traffic of the afternoon jolted her back to her story.

"She was so wet and tasted beautiful" said Lauren, turning to Peter,  adding emphasis as she relaxed in the use of her words and depth of  description. His eyes were closed as agreed, but his mouth was  open and his hands seemed to press down into his lap. "I just  carried on until I knew she was coming, then I sucked her clit hard  between my lips and felt her come as she held my head against her.  As she came down, I pushed a finger into her pussy and she came  again within minutes. We just cuddled together then in each others  arms." She looked at Peter, who gave the impression of sleeping  with a wonderful dream. She wondered if she should tell him about  the sweet scent of Nikki's pussy, the slight bulge of her buttocks on  the bed. Or maybe about the light hair that surrounded her pussy,  the curl of the hood that covered her clitoris and how Nikki would  whelp with delight each time Lauren traced her tongue around her  clitoris, millimeters from the pale bud that glistened before her eyes.  "I don't think I'm telling this very well, you know." she added.

"No, you're doing very well. I assume there's a second half?"

"Yeah. Eyes closed?"

"Mmm"

"Well, she left the room and came back with some Baby oil. I was  laying on my tummy and she sat on my bottom, massaging my neck  and shoulders. Then she moved lower, pulling the sheets away and  dripping the Baby oil over my bottom." She stopped, arriving at the  point where she could either make something up or tell the truth.  Nikki had experimented exactly three times in their love-making  with her anus. Once with an exploratory finger, the first time that  her tight hole had been invaded. She recalled that she hadn't even  considered it as an area for exploration until then, and had certainly  never ventured up there herself. She thought she must have been  about thirteen, a few months after they first made love in her room.

"What's wrong?"

"It's just, difficult, that's all" she said. The second time was when  they were both sixteen, at the height of their relationship, when for  several months nothing - including exams - mattered. They had  wandered around the town listlessly before returning to Lauren's  house at about one o'clock, hoping to find her mother in and get  some lunch. But she was out. Settling for thickly cut sandwiches  and a tumbler of white wine, they had collapsed on Lauren's bed  and listened to music. Within minutes they were both naked,  entwined, kissing deeply as their breasts had mashed together.  Lauren dribbled wine over Nikki's legs, licking with mounting  pleasure as she tasted the heavenly mixture of arousal and Alsace.  Floating down the silk slope of her orgasm, Nikki had disappeared  from the room, still naked, to return moments later with a candle.  She rolled Lauren onto her stomach and sat between her legs,  laughing at their behaviour.

Nikki had teased the hole with the tapered end of the candle,  slipping it easily into her. Lauren had been unable to calculate how  far it had gone in until Nikki pulled it out, turned it round and  presented the hard base to her brown hole. The heat it seemed to  create as it pushed deeper inside was frightening, but nevertheless,  Lauren had reached around and pulled the taut cheeks of her  bottom aside, raising herself slightly to ensure that Nikki entered  her as far as humanly possible.

"She put her finger in your bottom, right?"

"What?"

"Next, she put a finger inside your bottom?"

"Yeah." Lauren watched his expressionless face as she listened to  her words. She decided to stick with reality. The third time Nikki  had pleasured her with such abandon. Even so, she simply couldn't  do justice to the feeling she got as Nikki oiled her bottom and  traced her finger in circles as she approached her asshole. "It felt so  good. In fact she teased me before, getting closer and closer, and  then pushed all the way in. I think I was in tears it was so good. She  rolled me over onto my side and then licked between my legs,  sucking my clit so hard and pushing her fingers into my pussy and  bottom. She had never done them both at the same time before and  I exploded. I don't know how many times I came but I shook for  hours and could still feel where she had been inside me the next  morning." Lauren looked around furtively, wondering who else had  heard her whispering excitedly to Peter. His eyes were still closed  although he smiled, shaking his head slightly. "Well?" she asked.  Her stomach churned with lust as she realised the rate with which  her heart beat. 

Perhaps he wanted her to continue. She would tell him how they lay  on the bed for what seemed like hours, kissing, sighing and floating  on the periphery of sweet sleep. How she would take Nikki and  guide her head onto her chest so that her breath drifted across her  breasts, enticing her nipples. 

"Was that difficult?"

"Yes. It was very difficult." She frowned and thought further. "Of  course it was!" she said, pleading in her voice as she looked for an  indication of his opinion.

"But you're feeling as randy as hell, right? Don't answer that, I  know." He turned to her. "You love her?"

Lauren gazed at the floor. "I think I love them both" she whispered.  "Nikki and Jim."

He nodded. "I expect it's allowed." he replied with a smile.


Chapter 5

Peter sighed heavily. "Now I'll tell you about my last evening. Eyes closed now, you know the rules."

Lauren faced the seat in front of her smiling to herself with her hands neatly on her lap, pleased her ordeal was over and intrigued beyond measure to hear his tale. She heard him move closer to her.

"Karla is about twenty two, taller than you, I think, but only by about an inch or two." His voice was quiet, measured, and she felt his breath puffing occasionally into her ear. She relaxed, cozily curled up on the seat with her blanket around her waist.

"I met her just before Christmas in Zurich. She was at a party that one of the news wires held. We danced a little and talked, exchanged phone numbers and then I spent Christmas in Northern Ireland, covering the peace talks and the disarmament. Real romantic stuff. I used to phone her from remote places which she thought was fun. It was good for me because sometimes I would call her while she was out and leave long messages on her answer machine. Just to keep in touch."

"Well, what does she look like?" asked Lauren impatiently.

"Oh, you're right. She's got blonde hair but not pure blonde, curly, about shoulder length, and is not as slim as you. I don't know what size. We haven't bought each other clothes yet"

"What size bra? Surely you've looked?" said Lauren, intensely alert and enjoying being on the other side of the fence.

"No, really I haven't."

"What size clothes then? Eight, ten?"

"What are you?"

"Between six and eight"

"She's probably a bit more than eight." he replied. Even through her closed eyes, Lauren could feel his eyes wandering over her breasts. "We went out to dinner a couple of days ago, to celebrate my birthday. I had always seen her in jeans and T-shirts, so I was very surprised when I picked her up to see her in a skirt and beautiful blouse."

"I hope you looked nice as well for her." added Lauren.

"I looked OK, but I suppose I should have worn something more formal. Anyway, we had dinner and a couple of drinks on the Bahnhofstrasse. In a way I had hoped to go home without doing, you know, without making love to her."

"Why?"

"I'm not sure. I just didn't feel like it that evening, but she looked so

good. When she leaned over to talk to me at the bar I could see her breasts and the freckles that seemed to go on for ever. She looked so happy, so of course I decided to take her home."

"Or your cock did?" Lauren giggled at both her turn of phrase and the fact that she believed she knew his real motivation. Suddenly, she opened her eyes, aware that she may have spoken loud enough for half the plane to hear. Relieved that nobody was staring at her, she settled down again to the half blackness of her own world.

"We walked out to the car park and I kissed her as she leaned against the passenger door. She responded with so much passion that I was embarrassed, the restaurant and car park were very public. I could feel my thing pushing hard into her."

"You're what? I had to say pussy, didn't I?"

"Yeah. My cock As we pulled away, she put her hand on my leg. When I hadn't moved away after a few seconds, she went straight for my cock, squashing it with the palm of her hand."

"What did you do?"

"Hey, questions at the end! Even as we drove home she had her hands over it most of the way and fairly dragged me out of the car. In my kitchen I put the kettle on and undid the buttons of her blouse. I had made love to her once before, then she had kept her T- Shirt on and it had been dark. In fact that was an awful time. Three weeks after we had met, and while I was home from Northern Ireland for a weekend. I came in three seconds flat and she was still arranging the pillows. Perhaps that's why I wanted to go home that evening. Anyway, her blouse came off and fell to the floor, and her breasts were wonderful, almost bursting out of her bra. She looked so young and fresh that I couldn't understand how I could have thought about going home. I switched the kettle off and when I turned back she was leaning over the worktop. That pose is one that I will never forget. Straight from a magazine and it told me everything!"

"She pulled my trousers down and dragged me into the lounge, making me fall as my trousers caught around my ankles. Perhaps that was the plan because she sat on me, rubbing her pussy through her knickers over my underpants. Now I was really surprised, because I thought I would have come by then, but nothing was happening even though my cock was rock hard. She undid her bra and then I saw them, large without being dangerous weapons and all real. I really wanted to suck her nipples, but as I strained to kiss them she pushed me down and continued to rub me. Because I'd lasted well over a minute this time, I felt like I was mister super stud and forced her up off me. Her skirt came off easily to reveal those knickers that are sort of shaped, you know. They remind me of sex shops!" he said, using his hands in mid-air.

"What, that make your legs look a million miles long, with a really deep cut in the front?"

"Yeah, red. Have you got any?"

"No!" giggled Lauren, eyes still closed. She used to have a pair of knickers from Dior that were more tasteful but less suggestive. They were pure silk with perfect little bows. The softness of the material had felt rich, almost exorbitant against her pussy.

"Anyway, they sort of disappeared between the cheeks of her bottom. We kissed half on and half off the sofa. I think I lost my shirt somewhere because I remember feeling her tits against my chest, so firm and warm. She had her hand inside my pants and pulled them down slightly so she could see my cock and then she kissed me lower and lower until she had me in her mouth. God, it was such a beautiful feeling and I could see her tits bobbing up and down and her little bottom busting to get out of those knickers. Have I left anything out?"

"No" said Lauren hoarsely. She cleared her throat and fought to keep the image in her mind. She wondered if he realised that she was tweaking her nipples to the point of almost being painful. She swallowed hard. "Tell me how she sucked you". There. She had asked. He had to tell her. He leaned back towards her and continued whispering.

"I think I ended up on the floor. The carpet tickled anyway and I couldn't remember if I had washed properly down there. I half expected her to get past my tummy button and stop, but she didn't. She took my balls in one hand and I was actually shocked when I felt her tongue over the tip of my cock. Nothing had prepared me for the warmth. The way her lips pushed the skin down, and the wetness."

"Tell me more" hissed Lauren. She shifted on the seat, placating her pussy that needed attention.

"She took me deeper and deeper into her mouth. Now and again I felt her teeth, which I thought was nice, because I really didn't want to think that she did this sort of thing every day, you know?" Lauren grunted. "So, with her hand on my cock and her mouth around the end, she slowly sucked me. I looked down once or twice and watched her taking my pale pink cock between her red lips. I was thinking, wow, she's actually doing it to me. Someone has at last done this. And, what's more, I didn't come instantly."

"After about a minute, still impressed by my staying power, I really wanted to do the same to her, so I pulled her round while she still had me in her mouth and licked up between her thighs and around the edge of her knickers. I could feel her pussy lips and as I pulled the material to one side I saw that she was so incredibly wet that I just had to probe into her. I put her leg up onto the sofa and I remember that she groaned as I continued to lick over the material, pulling her knickers tight into the crack of her bottom and between her lips. It was so unreal for me because nobody had ever reacted to me that way, like out of control. Most of them yawn."

"I pulled her knickers off and she pushed my head against the sofa while I was still lying on the floor, then knelt over me and pushed her pussy against my mouth. The only way I could breath was by licking and sucking her and I'm pretty sure she came then because her thighs gripped me really tightly. Then she slid down onto my cock and I came almost instantly. There was so much of it, I just couldn't stop. I was worried that she might pull up and I wouldn't be finished, but we stayed locked like that for ages, kissing and giggling. When she lifted herself off me, I pulled her close to me and could see my come dripping out of her onto my chest. It was great. Yeah, Karla, what a girl. I really had no idea!"

In the quiet Lauren heard him slump back into his seat and breath out. She wanted to say something funny, maybe about his staying power. But no joke would come.

"I'm wet" said Lauren.

"How do you know? Have you felt yourself?"

"Yeah." she grinned. "Just now. I bet you do this on all your flights!"

"Only to receptive audiences"

"How did you know I would want to hear about your exploits?" she asked, opening her eyes.

"Because you wanted to tell me about yours"

"Rubbish"

"Of course you did. Once you told me that you had a boyfriend and a girlfriend then it was obvious. And another thing, there's no harm is there? Because, like I said, after that exit sign at the airport we'll

never meet again. We both know secrets about each other, so we're quits."

"I suppose so. It's just so strange. Will you see her again?" asked Lauren.

"I think I'd like to. But if I'm in San Falino for several months then she'll probably have found someone else."

"I hope you do. I like happy endings"

Lauren's Arrival In San Falino


Chapter 6

 They chatted a little more during the flight, but another meal came, then immigration and customs declaration cards, until they started their descent into the airport. Lauren heard the now familiar sound of the landing gear and tugged her seat belt tightly around her waist. The lights below grew brighter and closer as she saw individual houses with people in the streets and the occasional car chugging along dusty tracks. Then they were out over the sea, turning lazily over a harbour, and heading back inland. More noises accompanied a dramatic decrease in speed to the point where she thought the plane had stopped in mid-air. It seemed to crawl over the airfield perimeter and touch down with a slight bump. The airfield was deserted. Even the buildings were small and few had lights on inside. They taxied to a halt as the sound of seat belts clicking reached a crescendo. The speaker system came to life with a burst of feedback.

"Welcome to San Serra in San Falino, where the local time is ten thirty two in the evening. The outside temperature is seventy seven degrees. We hope you've had a pleasant flight with us and look forward to seeing you again."

They grabbed their luggage from the overhead lockers and queued up to file out through the door. The cabin staff paraded at the exit, thanking everyone, and Lauren was relieved they didn't glare at her or Peter as she filed past.

"It's this way" he said, pointing to the sign of a suitcase down the corridor. He was taller than her, much as she guessed, feeling like a big brother as he easily carried his two small cases. Lauren lumbered after him with her own.

"What? I can't hear, my ears went pop!"

She craned her neck upwards and nodded, straining with her luggage between the two desks that made up passport control. The officer waved her though on production of her passport and they continued deeper into the airport, finding themselves in a large shed that already contained some bags. However, on closer inspection, Lauren discovered that they were not from their flight.

"Over here, this is where they come out!" shouted Peter, grinning at her temporary inability to hear.

Sure enough, within minutes her two suitcases had arrived. Peter led the way through to a hot, cramped room that had a number of tables along the far wall. Lauren was pleased that they had been some of the first off the plane as a queue built up stretching out of the room and back out along the corridor. The customs officer was bedraggled with a straggly beard and bushy black eyebrows. His uniform was tattered almost beyond repair with more holes than buttons and peeling gold braid that Lauren thought his mother would be embarrassed about. Even though it was late evening the room was stifling and she felt beads of perspiration breaking out on her forehead, realising now that she should have changed out of her jumper into a T-Shirt or something lighter.

She looked at the young man, his bushy eyebrows moving slowly up and down from a look of surprise to concern as he studied her documents. Visions of nights in sweaty jails appeared before her as she looked around for Peter, finding him a couple of desks down, also with an officer who seemed to have never seen a passport before. Perhaps they had been reported for obscenity on the plane. She looked back to see that he was peering at her jeans from behind the paperwork. Specifically the space between her jeans round the top of her legs.

"Where you from, Miss Gisal?" His white shirt was soiled on both sides of the collar from days of wear. Hair grew from his nostrils and ears. Rings shone dully on almost everyone one of his puffy fingers.

"Switzerland. Andelburg actually. It's a little village not far from Interlaken." She was about to ask if he knew it but checked herself. She tried desperately to remain calm, to focus just on the desk in front of her in case he thought she might try and run.

"Where will you be staying?" he asked, still flicking through her passport. The big cap wobbled on his head.

"With Mr. and Mrs. Gustav Rivera, in Boquette." Her heart thumped, blood surging into her head as she thought about the duty free. What if she was over the allowance? She had seen films where they take people into side rooms and grill them under lights. Strip search them for drugs. He reached inside his pocket. Lauren looked on, expecting to see handcuffs emerge, but instead, a small red stamp appeared, and banged down on the middle page of her passport.

"Welcome to San Falino, please enjoy your stay. The exit is over there." he said. Lauren looked at him as she gathered her luggage and thought he had a nice smile. She glanced over at Peter who was still in discussion. Following the exit sign, she found herself looking at a crowd of people, held back by a glass partition. Children's noses were squashed against it and adults jostled for position. By some miracle, she saw a tall, heavily-built man standing at the edge of the crowd, holding a piece of card with her name on it. He even smiled at her as she approached.

"Lauren?"

"Yes, hi!" She shook his hand.

"I'm Gustav. Did you have a good flight?" he asked, taking one of her suitcases.

"Fine thanks, I must just say ..." she trailed off as she searched for Peter.

"Anything you need?"

"Well, no. I met someone on the flight but I expect he'll be a while." They had exchanged phone numbers so that would have to do. She followed her new employer out of the terminal and along the road that led to the car park. Children were everywhere, and Lauren was shocked by their ragged clothes, their dirty hair and the fact that they were still up at that time of the day. The airport was best described as casual, and she was sure she would have found people on the runway with their dogs and cattle if she had looked.

"Hey, it's still here!" said Gustav, clearly referring to the huge four wheel drive vehicle that sat under the single light in the car park. He piled her luggage in the back and they set off. They made poor progress near the airport, and the further they traveled, the tighter Lauren gripped the seat. The rules of the road appeared to be different from those of Switzerland where gesticulations are frowned upon, almost to the point of being considered punishable. In San Falino, the rule was 'Do unto him before he does unto you.' Quick wits and good brakes were obviously the order of the day as they jerked from one close encounter to another.

"You drive?" he asked, turning the air conditioning lower.

"No, I had two tests in Switzerland, but I failed both times on my parking"

"Believe me, you drive!"

They continued for another five minutes until they were clear of the industrialised airport area. Gustav pulled off the main road onto a large expanse of dark waste ground, parking the car facing into the gloom. Lauren gulped loudly as he switched off the engine and undid his seat belt.

"Do you think you could handle it? It's pretty big!" he said, turning towards her.

"What?" said Lauren, her beating furiously against her ribs. Blood surged through her head as she surveyed quickly the terrain and calculated the distance from the road.

"Show me what you can do!" he said, getting out of the car.

"What, drive you mean?"

"Sure" he said, quite naturally. Lauren exhaled loudly. "Take it round here for a while and then we can get back on the road. It's automatic. No manual gear stick." He jumped into the passenger seat as she slid across. Lauren looked at the controls, adjusted the seat and mirror, and finally started the engine (after checking that the windscreen wipers worked in ultra-fast mode). Cautiously, she moved off, turning from right to left, checking the brakes and finding the lights. Occasionally, her hand reached for the non- existent gear stick, until she relaxed back in the seat and smiled widely.

"OK, let's go then!" said Gustav, pointing to the road.

"You know that I don't have a licence"

"Show me someone who has. If you're stopped by the police, say you left it at home. Fumble in your purse, and make sure they see you have money. They'll tell you what the fine is, don't worry."

They made reasonable progress even though Lauren was tired. The journey turned out to be almost two hours and she was surprised that he had made her do all the driving. The road eventually led down the side of a hill and Lauren realised immediately that she could see the sea in front of her. The water in the harbour shimmered with the lights from the tiny fishing boats and the windows of the little houses perched on the rocks around it.

"We're about ten minutes from here. This is Boquette. You can shop here, go to the post office, there's a railway station that would take you to San Serra if you wanted to go there. I don't recommend it though."

Heading out of town again on minor roads, they finally pulled into a gap in a wooded area that had two large white posts marking the driveway. Lauren slowed to avoid the potholes as the car rocked from side to side. Ahead she saw the house, a flat, low ranch- style building which seemed to stretch into the grey distance. Lights were on everywhere and she could see people moving around inside. She parked the car as instructed and jumped down. The heat of the evening hit her as she walked to the back of the car.

"Come on, looks like they're all still up!" said Gustav, leading her to the big front door.

"I'll just get my stuff."

"Don't worry, someone will take care of that. Come on."

He opened one of the double front doors and ushered her inside. The house was enormous, much bigger than it appeared from outdoors. Lauren looked to her left and right and saw she was in the middle of a long, marble hallway that echoed as she walked. It was cool but inviting. A woman appeared from one of the many rooms off the hallway to her right, smiling with her hand outstretched.

"Hi Lauren, I'm Elizabeth. Welcome to Boquette! How was your flight?"

"It's about 8 hours, but the time seemed to fly by!"

"That's good. Let me show you to your rooms, then we'll show you round the house!" she said, twirling around and heading back the way she came. 'Rooms?' thought Lauren. They passed through an archway in the hall and entered another room through a set of double doors to the left.

"Here we are, these are your rooms. This is the bedroom, but I guess you realised that! Through there is a sort of living room and dressing room, then if you keep going through that you'll find your bathroom." Lauren gazed in amazement. A large bed sat against the right of the far wall with a pink silky bedspread. Nearer her on the right, past the window, was a make-up table. Cupboards along her left stopped just before the door which led to the lounge area. The carpet was thick, springy, the same pale pink as the curtains around the windows. She was thrilled.

"The taps in the bathroom drip all damn night" said a voice behind her.

"Darling? Now, say hello. Lauren, this is Emma." Lauren snapped out of her reverie and turned to see the girl in the picture, focused properly this time. She felt herself wobble slightly as the image registered. Her radiant beauty struck her like avalanche, piling dazzling ton upon ton of terror on her as she breathlessly examined the creature. Her blonde hair, which Lauren thought just had to be dyed, fell beyond her shoulders in curls that reminded her of pictures of innocence from Sunday School books. Her tiny young breasts pushed against her white T-Shirt, and her tanned legs appeared from behind the loose sarong. Lauren felt as though she was drowning as she thrashed around for words, burbling a semblance of a response. She reached out unsurely to shake her hand. Emma walked straight past her and opened the door to the little lounge.

"Come on, I'll show you how to fix it." said Emma, disappearing.

"We can do that later, I'd like to find out about your room, and the rest of the house" said Lauren, regaining some of her composure. Emma returned to the bedroom, shrugged her shoulders and pouted. Elizabeth glanced approvingly at her husband as they trooped out back into the hallway. Directly opposite was another set of double doors, marking the entrance to Emma's room. Elizabeth led them to the left, away from the center of the house to the end of the corridor, and Jamie's room. Emma followed slowly behind.

"He's away for the weekend." said the little girl. "Back Sunday night. Now we'll show you the lounge" she said, leading them back towards the front door. They entered through two double doors on the right. Lauren saw the wonderful white leather sofa that stretched round in a quarter circle, the TV in front of it with the fire beside.

"Sit down, what can I get you to drink?"

"Oh, I'll have a whisky!" said Emma in a silly voice.

"I'll have coffee if that's OK. Thanks." Lauren smiled at Emma, looking more closely at her. "What's happening tomorrow?"

"Nothing. I'm staying in bed all day."

"Surely there's school?"

"Well, there's a bit of a problem with school, Lauren." said Elizabeth. "There are no French or German speaking schools here, so they both have a tutor who has become a bit unreliable lately. He'll certainly be here the week after next. Mr. Quintero is his name."

"He's stupid."

"Emma!" said Elizabeth. She gently touched Lauren's arm. "He's very wrapped up in local affairs, history and the like. Seems to have a problem focusing on mathematics or much top do with the modern world. But he does visit and teach them here, which is great"

Lauren was disappointed. She had hoped to have the children out of the house while she got to explore the countryside and town a bit. Emma sat on the sofa next to her with her arms crossed, glumly looking into the dead fire.

"Darling, do you want anything?"

"Can I have whisky?"

"Don't be silly. Want some 7 up?"

"I suppose so." she replied without enthusiasm.

"Lauren, let me show you the kitchen." said Elizabeth.

"Let me show you the kitchen" mimicked Emma.

Gustav glowered at Emma who remained seated as Lauren wandered through the dining room into the kitchen. She heard Emma behind her, remonstrating with her father that she didn't want another baby-sitter. Elizabeth approached Lauren with an air of confidentiality. "Emma is a little tense right now. It's been hard for her with us both working, and she feels that she's old enough to be left alone. But she's not. That's one reason why we wanted someone much younger than normal and you fit the bill perfectly. Really, we're so pleased you're here!" she said, squeezing Lauren's arm.

Lauren smiled back, helping her to make the coffee and discovering where the cups were kept, along with the sugar. A breakfast table took up part of the kitchen with a fridge by the doorway. A window by the cooker looked out into the garden. The lighting, like the rest of the house, was discrete. They walked back into the lounge, Lauren sitting back down next to Emma and placing her coffee on the little table in front of her. Emma put her bare feet up on the table, gripping the edge with her toes. The sarong fell between her smooth legs, draping on the floor. She tossed her hair back against the cushion of the sofa, pushing her little breasts out against her shirt.

"It's great that you've got air conditioning to keep it so cool in here!" remarked Lauren.

"You'd die without it. Even at this time of the year it can reach a hundred during the day." said Gustav. "Now, tomorrow, we'll both be up and gone before you. Elizabeth and I are going to be increasingly busy what with the elections and the business of the Nationalist party fielding candidates."

"Don't worry, I'll be up when Emma and Jamie have to be up, and make sure I'm here when they finish school" said Lauren.

"Good. The housekeeper is here in the mornings, so she usually makes breakfast for Emma and Jamie - and you of course. Plus she'll tidy the rooms, make the beds, do the laundry and other such things. You'll slot in fine, don't worry. Emma should do piano practice once a day, for at least half an hour. We get back from work around eight or nine. If you're asleep then that doesn't matter. Just leave sticky notes on the fridge if there's anything important. Mail can go next to the fridge so we can deal with it when we return. Now, I have to go to bed, and Emma should as well, it's late."

"Yeah, I'm tired as well!" announced Lauren.

"Of course you are, have a shower and a nice rest and you'll be fine tomorrow" said Elizabeth. "Oh, emergency contact numbers are on the fridge as well, not that you'll need them."

"Thanks, see you tomorrow evening then. Night" she said, taking her coffee. Lauren heard Elizabeth further scolding Emma for her lack of manners as she pulled the doors of her room closed for the night. Turning to the bed, she wondered who had laid her suitcases out so neatly for her over the silky bedspread. Shrugging her shoulders, she stripped, amazed that her knickers were actually stuck to her pussy. Once they slid down her legs, she kicked them into the air, caught them and marveled at the long, dense stain that was a result of Peter's story. Chapter 7

Lauren woke with a start. The room eventually registered in her mind and she turned to look at the glowing radio alarm clock. It said 04:12. She tried to work out what that really meant in Swiss time and struggled to arrive at something close to noon. A reasonable hour to wake up. Her mouth was dry and she was pleased as she realised that she wouldn't have to debate whether to stay in bed and die of thirst or get up and die of cold. The room was warm and she pushed back the covers to leave just a sheet in place.

She was annoyed about the pyjamas. Very annoyed. They were surely what had made her so warm, and, moreover, the stupid label stuck in the back of her neck every time she turned. She swung out of bed and felt the warm carpet under her feet as she wandered into the little lounge. A small TV sat in the corner. A sturdy shelf held books in many different languages along the wall, probably left by previous au pairs. She passed through into the bathroom and sat on the toilet. She had a bath with a shower attachment, a wash basin, a shaver point and big bath towels on a small shelf over the bath. Wiping herself absently, she flushed the toilet and filled a glass with cold water.

The little lounge also had a two-seater sofa facing the TV, and as she explored the stand underneath she found a stereo system that clearly went with the speakers stuck on the wall. She smirked to herself as she discovered the wrapper from a condom shoved between a pile of books beneath the TV. No doubt a souvenir of an earlier evening of pleasure for a previous au pair. She flopped down on the sofa and wondered about Emma. Part of her understood how difficult it was for her at that time in life. She herself had wanted to do physical damage to her mother on several occasions. But Lauren also felt that Emma hadn't had much attention during her childhood, and maybe had few friends as a result. Plus being a million miles from anyone didn't help.

Lauren crawled over to the TV and switched it on. Snow filled the screen and a loud hiss came from the speakers. She frantically pushed buttons to turn the thing down, finding the volume control that was marked by a triangle on its side. There was precious little on the five channels available, although she did watch a quiz show for about half an hour before giving up with the language and deciding that she could live without discovering who won the ancient portable radio. She crawled back into bed and slept. Until just after ten.

Bounding out of bed, she threw her dressing gown round her and hurriedly pulled on some socks. She brushed her hair in front of the dressing table mirror and slowly opened the door to her room, looking left, then right towards the lounge. Gingerly, she padded towards the voices coming from the dining room or kitchen. She rounded the corner and saw Emma talking to a tanned, old woman who was obviously cleaning the room. Emma stood by the sink, watching the old woman as she bent down. They both looked up as Lauren entered, and Emma burst out laughing.

Lauren smiled. "What's wrong?"

"Where did you get those clothes? You'll die in those!" squealed Emma, delighted at the sight.

"Why?, They may not be fashionable but they are practical. Anyway, I don't know who I'm going to meet."

"Nobody, I'd say!" and she laughed again with the cleaning lady. Lauren looked at the little girl as she stood there in a T-Shirt that barely covered her knickers. She had no shoes and socks on, and on further inspection, no bra. Even the cleaning lady smiled sympathetically. Lauren made coffee and looked out of the window.

"Come on. I'll show you round!" said Emma, helping her put her coffee on the breakfast table and taking her arm. "Want to get changed first?"

"No, I'll be fine" said Lauren defiantly, relieved to have established the beginnings of a working relationship with the girl. They wandered out through the kitchen into a utility room that contained the washing and drying machines, plus a very large sink for oversized things.  "This is the maids room. Servants only. We don't go in there."

"What, someone lives in there?"

"No, we just let them keep it how they want. They have lunch in there. Snooze, you know. And through here is the way out to the patio. Come on, I'll show you!" she giggled, bounding out through the French doors and onto the cobbled ground. "And right here .." she said, pulling here across a flower bed "is the pool! Oh go on, say you can swim!"

"Well, not very well, I don't like getting my ears wet. But it's certainly a lovely pool, even with a shallow end. That'll do me fine." Lauren noticed that the garden ran down for a long way past the pool, with small fruit trees in the distance and bushes surrounding what she thought was the perimeter. She recognised roses growing against the wall of the house, but most of the other plants, though beautiful, were new to her. Emma explained that they had horses down at the end of the garden which she hated.

"My brother rides them with my father, about twice a year" said Emma, almost spitefully. "The rest of the time they just stay there, eat food and have babies. And smell. They really smell sometimes."

She scuffed the grass with her feet, trudging into the ground as though trying to wear it out. The change shocked Lauren. She tried to categorise the young girl, to compare her to people she knew back in Switzerland and thereby maybe understand what made her tick. The peaks and troughs of her mood swings were worrying. Mother's words echoed.

"Come on!" said Lauren happily, "Let's have breakfast!"

"It's lunch time for me!" she replied coolly, absorbing little of Lauren's enthusiasm. They returned indoors and Lauren changed into her jeans and T-Shirt, still provoking laughter from Emma who considered her over-dressed.

"Hey, in the afternoon when the servants have gone we sunbathe without anything on."

"What, all the time?"

"Well, sometimes." replied Emma, looking Lauren straight in the eye.

"Don't you mind if people see you?"

"There isn't anyone. After lunch they go home for their siesta and that's the end of their day. Great, eh?"

"Who's 'we'" asked Lauren.

"Just me normally." she responded glumly. "Nobody really lives this end of town. Nobody even visits."

Lauren gradually understood what an idyllic life the children had and how she had been fortunate to have found a position that really required little effort on her part except being there when required. Lauren determined that if she could take the car and look around, wander about on the beach and get to know the local customs and habits that she would have the time of her life. Even if she did have to spank the precocious little minx now and again. And so, that afternoon as the sun lost it's midday power, the two girls jumped into the car and set off for Boquette.

Emma showed her the small, noisy marketplace where Lauren bought a wide-brimmed hat for the equivalent of two francs that would scarcely have bought her a coffee back home. They stopped at the post office next (where she changed some money), and the railway station and then down past her past rows of dilapidated houses that marked the way to the quay and harbour where they parked and walked. Heads turned and conversations died as they passed tiny, white-washed houses. Their route took them all the way along the quay to a wooden jetty that struck out optimistically into the sea. They leaned against the big battered posts at the end and chatted for over an hour, watching the gulls overhead following the small fishing boats as they returned to the harbour.

"Wow, look how clear the water is just here!" said Lauren, crouching down on the jetty. Myriads of tiny fish swam in perfect unison, glinting in the sunlight, flashing on and off as they moved underneath the boardwalk. She sat and watched in silence, fascinated by the display of nature's rich abundance. Eventually, they made small talk, Lauren telling her about life in Andelberg.

Lauren was surprised that all she needed to do was to suggest a subject, offer a little personal anecdote, and Emma would chatter away unaided for several minutes. Lauren understood her loneliness and the lack of schoolfriends only too well. Without people her own age to talk to and share problems with her teenage years were going to be difficult. Lauren steered the subject round to boyfriends. The sun pounded even in the late afternoon, burning her legs through the thick denim.

"No boys ever seem to want to come near me. Mum says I'm really pretty, but I'm surprised she has time to notice."

"Your Mum's very busy, Emma"

"Did your Mum tell you about periods?"

"Er, yeah, I think so" replied Lauren, truly trying to remember.

"I mean, before they happened"

"Yeah" said Lauren, feeling it was the truth.

"Mine didn't. She seemed almost disgusted. Tried to look for a servant to help me, to explain what was happening." Emma looked down, eyes glazing over with the beginnings of tears. "And I think I am, but they seem to run away" she moaned.

Lauren was bemused by her train of thought, the was she seemed to have any number of conversations on the boil at any time. "Perhaps you don't get the chance to meet them properly, you know, to talk to them when you're relaxed"

"Where did you meet your first boyfriend?"

Lauren laughed. "You won't believe me. It was in a dress shop in a town near my village!"

"A dress shop! What was he doing there?"

"Just looking. I mean, just looking at a show in there, not looking for a girlfriend."

"So what happened?" asked Emma, shuffling closer to her new found friend.

"He came up to me and just started talking to me"

"Did you kiss him?"

"Kiss him? I couldn't even speak I was so frightened!"

Emma looked down into her lap. "That's so romantic, I think!" she said dreamily.

"It's not really romantic, it was just very nice. And then we went out together for six years!"

"Wow, he must have been special!"

"He still is. He's at home in Switzerland."

"Perhaps he'll visit us?"

"I don't think so." she said, crossing her legs with a sigh.

"When did you first make love to him?"

"Emma! You don't ask that sort of question, you know!"

"Why not? I have to know!" She stared at the crystal water, watching the tiny fish swimming around the posts of the jetty. "All the girls at camp this summer had done it with boys. Except me." Lauren turned and saw the beginnings of tears in her eyes. 'So', she thought, 'we're approaching the real problem. Or one of them anyway.'

"There's plenty of time. Don't rush into it just because you think everyone else has. People tell stories sometimes just to make others think they're clever or grown up."

"How old, twenty?"

"I'm only nineteen now!"

"Wow, I didn't know that. That means you still a teenager as well!" She smiled, pushing away the tears from her eyes.

"Uh huh" confirmed Lauren with a broad smile. "Come on, let's get back and cook something for tea."

They stretched noisily and drove back to the house, Lauren proud that she had managed to find the real road out of Boquette without carving a new one. Emma whistled an unknown tune on the way home, patting her thigh in time with the tapping of her foot. They shared the cooking, making omlette. The light even at nine o'clock was still strong and after stuffing the dishwasher, they wandered out to sit, dangling their feet in the water of the pool.

"Jamie will be back next Sunday. Did you know he's failed his Spanish exam again? That's twice." said Emma.

"Have you taken yours?"

"Not yet." She paused momentarily. "Please tell me how old you were"

"When?" asked Lauren, knowing the answer.

"When you and he, you know, did it for the first time"

"Sixteen, just after my birthday." she lied. Anything to close the subject.

"I asked Jamie if he wanted to do it to me last week, He said he would think about it"

"What?" Lauren's heart pounded in her chest. Of all the problems that she had run through in her mind before accepting the job, at no time had she even considered having to come between a sexual escapade between brother and sister. She glanced at Emma, checking to see if she was joking or not. Emma stared glumly down into the water. "Now that's really silly, Emma. I don't think we should be discussing this, anyway" said Lauren annoyed.

"There's nothing wrong. I held his willy as well. It's was so hot."

"I don't believe you. It's very silly. It's also very wrong. Your parents would be angry beyond belief if they found out."

"They're never here." she shrugged. "Sometimes when it's really busy they're away for days." She kicked at the water noisily. "Then they come home, change, wash and pack and off they go again. I think they just come home to pretend they care about us, that's all." Emma pouted, clearly upset. Lauren decided that she didn't want to take sides in the argument so early in her employment.

"Come on, I think it's time you had a shower and went to bed, young lady." Lauren took her hand and led her through the utility room to her bedroom.

"Want to see my room?" she asked gleefully.

"Sure, just for a moment" replied Lauren, still frowning from the previous conversation.

Emma pulled her into the room and smiled proudly. Lauren looked around, absorbing the contents with interest. There was a single pop poster on the wall, and a large number of dolls, exquisitely dressed, lying around the room. On the windowsill was a large jar with what looked like soil.

"Oh, those are my ants. Mr. Quintero made it for me. The tunnels change shape almost every day. Especially if you put lots of food in there like bits of meat and corn"

Lauren watched the little creatures, busy doing whatever ants do all day. She noted that Emma also had a little room off the end of the bedroom, presumably to her own bathroom. Emma skipped over to her cupboard and pulled out a clean T-Shirt and threw it on her  bed. She unknotted the sarong from around her waist and let it drop on the ground. Before Lauren could turn for the door, she had pulled her T-Shirt over her head revealing her firm budding breasts and the darkened nipples that crowned them to perfection. Lauren caught sight of the crease between her knickers for an instant before glancing at the floor clumsily. She found the door and left, her head swimming slightly as she mumbled good night.

She pulled the door to her own room tight and let out a deep breath. Lauren wondered briefly what her pussy would have looked like if she had stayed to see her pull down her little girlie white knickers. She firmly dismissed the thought from her head. The fact that Emma was divine had nothing to do with her contention that the girl needed strict control. Lauren knew if she failed she would be in deep trouble.


Chapter 8

Lauren lazed in the bath for almost an hour, adding hot water  whenever she felt it had cooled too much. She loved the thought of  adding hot water without the tank running out, or having to turn  the boiler on specially to have a bath. Moreover, the thought of  having her own bathroom was marvelous. She could keep all her  stuff where she could see it, maybe buy some local products and try  them out if there were such things. She swished the water over her  shoulders and looked down at the droplets as they fell between her  breasts and over her pale stomach. With her finger she guided them  down to her pubic hair before reaching for the soap and washing  herself carefully.

She had set her air conditioning temperature control up to about  seventy five, warmer than the rest of the house, and it felt so  unusual to get out of the bath without having to dash to get a  dressing gown round her shoulders. She stood on the fluffy white  bath mat and dripped for a moment before wrapping herself in the  bath towel and drying off. She pulled on her knickers and pyjamas,  draping the dressing gown around her shoulders before sitting on  the sofa in her little lounge. Putting her feet up on the armrests at  the end, she switched the TV on with the remote, basking in her  new-found luxury. She allowed twenty minutes for one of the five  channels to redeem itself, then clicked the remote and slipped into  bed. Her thoughts were still with Emma, and the potential problem  that the young girl posed. Setting aside her feelings about the young  girl - which she thought she could do - her quest to lose her  virginity could be very difficult. Lauren debated whether to tell  Elizabeth next time she saw her, but she thought on balance that  she needed Emma's confidence more than she needed Elizabeth to  intervene at such an early stage in what might just be Emma testing  her out.

Her thoughts turned to Switzerland, and she again tried to  determine what everyone might be doing. If it was about ten in the  morning, then the answer for Nikki was nothing. She would still be  asleep or lounging in bed. Jim would be either at college or looking  for a job. Her mother would be fussing around the house, or telling  everyone in the village that her daughter had gone to work abroad.  She thought of the plane and Peter's story and smiled. She really did  hope it had a happy ending, just like the story of Nikki. Lauren  wondered what would have happened if she had told him every  detail of the afternoon, of every fold of skin she had kissed and  every tremor she had felt inside as they made love. 

Her hands wandered across her breasts, feeling the nipples already  hardened under her pyjamas. She hated the idea of wearing clothes  that she associated with old people, but had to admit that at least it  was another layer of clothing to peel off, to fantasise about. Her  fingers found the buttons and undid the first two, allowing her  ample room to cup her breasts and delight in their firmness and  form. She rolled onto her side, her weight pushing her hands tighter  against her breasts as she moved around the large bed, smiling in  the beginnings of her dream world. Her finger ran between the  young mounds and down between the material and her stomach,  encountering the not-so-sexy elastic that held the trousers up.

She stopped, decided that the trousers had to come off and raised  her bottom off the bed as she slipped them to her ankles. They  could stay at the bottom of the bed for all she cared, they weren't  going to be needed. Remembering that she now had a bathroom,  she thought how sexy she could be, wandering around her  bedroom, bathroom and lounge half naked. As long as the curtains  were drawn, then she was sure she would be safe, even with the  light on. She undid the remaining two buttons of her pyjama tops  and switched on her bedside light. In the pale glow, she pulled  down her knickers and threw them onto the floor with abandon,  then swung her legs over the side and stood, a smile on her face and  bubbles in her stomach.

Lauren paraded through the bedroom with just the unbuttoned  pyjama tops, passing into her lounge where she drew the curtains  and switched on the light, still amused that the whole country  seemed to have light switches that worked when flicked upwards,  rather than down in Europe. In the bathroom she found her Baby  Oil and hair brush, laid down on the sofa with her legs over the arm  rest, and began to dribble the oil between the aroused lips of her  pussy. Bent almost double, she could see clearly the detail of her  sex, the trail of the oil and the glistening of the pink inside of her  vagina. The arm of the sofa pushed against her bottom as she  squirmed on the cushions, trying to find a comfortable position.  Still with her legs over the arm, she laid right back on the sofa,  dropping the oil to allow her left hand to pull her legs tight against  her chest. She rubbed herself briefly, savouring the mixture of the  two lubricants on her fingers before running the hair brush down  from her breasts to her pussy. She turned it slowly between her lips,  coating it with oil then down along her thighs as she imagined a  thousand fingers stroking her. She angled it over her pussy lips and  pushed down slowly, introducing it into her warmth. Its rounded  end had served her well and needed no introductions to its duty that  night. Her position made it difficult to move her hand smoothly, and  after a moment of thought, she decided that it would be safer to  return to bed. She flicked off the lights, took the oil and brush with  her, and skipped back into her bedroom.

Seeking variety, she picked her knickers of the floor and slipped  them on, unsure what she was going to do but pleased with the  thought. She jumped back into bed, noted where the oil was on the  bedside table and then flicked off the light, checking that there was  no light from either the bedroom window of the window in her  lounge. She brought her knees up, making a tent with the covers,  then raised her bottom. 

She slid her thumbs beneath the waistband of her knickers and  pulled them down until her pussy was just exposed. The elastic  gripped her buttocks, squeezing sexily. Her fingers trailed around  the swollen lips, teasing and experimenting, announcing that it was  show time as she gradually spread the oil all around. The top of the  bottle flicked off easily as she dribbled more between her legs  without a second thought for the sheets. Lauren smirked to herself  as she pulled her knickers back up tight causing the gusset to  stretch in between her pussy lips. She rubbed her middle finger  along the length of her vulva, feeling the area becoming more and  more slippery. Occasionally, she slipped underneath the material,  touching her swollen lips as though forbidden territory. Images of  Jim flashed through her mind as she delved further, her left hand  seeking out her bottom and toying with the tight hole. Her hand  pushed at her knickers, fighting for a way in, slick with oil and hot  with expectation.

With her left hand, she tugged at the material roughly, imagining  she was being forcibly undressed. Her knickers stretched tight  between her knees as her legs pulled against them. She tipped the  bottle of oil over her pussy and then placed it back on the table,  picking up the brush at her side. Resting her head to the right and  nuzzling into the softness of her pillow, she brought the head of the  brush to the hot opening, feeling it slip easily in almost half an inch.

But she deliberately slowed proceedings, not to be rushed that  evening and toyed with her lips and hidden clitoris, pushing and  probing, even combing her pubic hair hard with it before inserting it  slowly almost half way. She savoured the feeling, thinking of Nikki  and their bath together, then rapidly once again of Jim and when  they had made love one Sunday morning while her parents were at  Church. Her dreams whisked her away to that sea of lust where she  dwelt all too frequently and bathed her in it's splendor so much so  that she failed to see the light appear under her door.

She did hear the footsteps though, and hurriedly brought her legs  back down and rolled onto her side, the brush still inside her.  Mentally scanning the room, she grabbed the Baby Oil and hid it  under her pillow. She recognised the noise of the fridge opening  and was surprised that she could hear it so well. Then a click. The  kitchen light. Then footsteps outside her room. Another click and  darkness. Her heart beat loudly as she waited for any further  movement but there was none. She breathed out slowly and rolled  onto her back, amused but a little worried about her lack of  awareness. She bent her legs outwards, keeping her knees flat on  the bed, and turned the brush round inside her. With her left hand  she felt between her legs below the brush and sought out her anus.  Oil had already beaten her to it, and her finger entered easily. She  pushed deeper and took the brush with her right hand, her neck  straining to keep her balance and rhythm. Her middle finger  remained firmly embedded in her anus setting up a slow, firm pace  as she concentrated on the brush, dreaming again of Jim and his  huge cock that would ram into her, combining pain and pleasure to  bring her to shattering orgasms. 

The vision surprised her in its intensity as her bottom raised slightly  off the bed, her orgasm building rapidly. Her right hand pushed and  pulled and turned the brush inside her while all the while rubbing  against her clitoris which dripped in oil. Again she turned her head  to the right and sank into the pillow, biting the clean cotton as she  took that final step to the top of the hill and then she was over, her  left hand jamming hard into her bottom as she shook spastically, her  legs clasped together in a death-like grip, destroying the regular  thrusting of the hands as her muscles gripped her finger and the oil- coated brush.

Her bottom lowered slowly back onto the bed as her climax  receded. She continued to rub her clitoris slowly, running her hand  over it and then around between her brush and the finger in her  anus. She shook gently for two or three minutes, basking in the  afterglow of her orgasm, and then slowly, very gently, removed the  brush from her pussy. She always saved her bottom until last, so  she could concentrate on the feeling as she slowly pulled out, and  the strong muscles gave up the finger with a burst of pleasure that  always caused her to experience what could only be described as  aftershocks.

 Chapter 9

Autumnal winds and rain began to intrude upon the blazing heat of the sun, providing a number of spectacular thunderstorms during Lauren's first week in San Falino. Boquette appeared to at least have its fair share as the clear morning sky gave way to huge grey clouds, followed by rain that fell so suddenly that Lauren and Emma had to scurry indoors like frightened cats.

She dried herself in her room and got out of the wet jeans that she had worn, hanging them over the bath to dry. For a fleeting moment, she thought about putting another pair on, but settled for a summer skirt. She had always liked it for the way it rose up when it twirled. The T-Shirt tucked nicely into the skirt giving her figure much more definition. Just as she placed her wet socks beside her jeans, she heard the sound of piano music lilting along the corridor. She raised her eyebrows in appreciation and paused, savouring the romantic melody. Her head swayed with the phrasing and she found herself stepping lightly through the house in search of the source.

She paused at the doorway to the lounge and watched as Emma looked out of the window, her body swaying as she sat at the piano, her fingers gliding effortlessly over the keys as she played what Lauren thought to be Chopin. She walked in silently and sat on the sofa, laying her head on the top of the cushions as she watched, listened and dreamed as the powerful storm was calmed by the music indoors. Emma played for almost five minutes before Lauren sensed that something was not right. Emma missed a few notes, but her upper body shook as though she wanted to sneeze but couldn't. Lauren stood up and walked quietly over to her. To her amazement, Emma had tears running down her cheeks. She sat on the piano stool with her.

"Emma, you play beautifully, don't cry now!" she said, putting her arm around her shoulders.

Emma simply shook her head. "It's just so romantic, just so beautiful. I always cry when I play that piece." Emma rested her head on her shoulder, dripping tears down the middle of her T- Shirt.

"Sorry" she said, brushing them off.

Lauren's heart missed several beats, then kicked back into action, blood surging through her head at lightning speed. Her words trembled. "There there, that's OK." She squeezed her shoulders and got up, forcing herself to put distance between her and her thirteen year old responsibility. She walked over to the window and looked out at the receding storm.

Emma looked up. "I love storms. During the day, that is. I hate them at night. Not sure why!"

"They're so dramatic. Such power and violence!" replied Lauren, dreamily.

"Wow, you've got legs!" said Emma, wiping her nose and eyes in one movement. Lauren looked down and smiled. She held her skirt against her thighs and leaned backwards to get a better view. Emma looked at the profile of her figure. "God, I wish I had legs like you. They're so long. All of you is the right shape, not like me"

"But Emma, you're still developing. In fact, you've really only just started. Don't try and hurry through life. There's so much for you to discover."

"I know. Can I ask you something?"

"Sure"

"Well, it's sort of a problem. A ladies problem."

"We all get them sometimes. Do you itch??"

"Well, it's sort of a hot rash thing, but more like inside that outside."

"Between your legs?"

"Mmm"

"We should take you to a doctor then. They'll help you in no time. What did your mum say?"

"Oh, I couldn't tell her. And anyway, she's too busy to listen to my problems."    Lauren stared at Emma, concerned with her opinion of her mother. "Give me the doctors name and I'll make an appointment for you."

"And come with me?"

"Of course I will. That's what I'm here for!" Lauren watched her smile and her heart fluttered. Emma stood and seemed to be about to go and get the phone number when she sat down again. Lauren knew there was more.

"Do you think I could have done myself some damage? Like if I touched myself there."

"No, I don't think so. In fact I'm sure you couldn't."

"Not even for a long time, until I got this feeling"

Lauren decided that it was time to cut corners otherwise Emma might start discussing the nonsense with her brother again. "What, a really lovely feeling when you touch yourself?"

"Yes, that's right. How did you know? It happened about two weeks ago" she spluttered. A weight seemed to lift before her very eyes as she smiled again.

"And when did you feel this rash?"

"A few days ago, I think"

"Then I don't think you've anything to worry about. The doctor will sort you out. Emma, it's not wrong to play with yourself, just don't do it with dirty hands. Us girls are very delicate around there, aren't we?"

Emma beamed and hugged Lauren. She turned and walked away. Her sarong twitched with each step she took, following the contours of her little cheeks, occasionally offering a glimpse of her tanned bare legs as she left the room. Lauren sat on the piano stool and began to analyse the list of conflicting emotions that she had registered in the ten minutes since she entered the lounge.


Chapter 10    Four days later, Jamie returned and the girls went to the   station to collect him. The train was a respectable thirty-five  minutes late, and he was clearly tired from the short but arduous  journey. Lauren introduced herself and was delighted that Emma  beamed at Jamie all the way back to the house. He was almost the  same height as Lauren, not muscular but certainly no wimp. He also  had blonde hair, darker than Emma's, cut conservatively like his  father's. Lauren guessed that he had yet to start shaving regularly as  his face appeared smooth and still very boyish.

After talking with his mother and father for a few minutes, he  changed out of his trousers and shirt and joined them in the kitchen  where Emma was making coffee, much to his surprise. The children  talked for hours while Emma recounted the adventures  of the previous week and it was clear from her tale that she had  been out and done a lot more than usual. Jamie appeared impressed  to the point of asking what was happening on Monday.

"Your teacher is supposed to be coming, I heard" said Lauren.

"He's involved in the election. He won't be here, I bet" said Jamie.

"Great, we could sunbathe all week!" said Emma. "Lauren needs to  get her tan going before the winter comes."

"You've heard, I suppose, that's about all there is to do around  here. And go swimming in the pool." said Jamie

"Or go to the beach?" asked Lauren.

"What for? There's the pool" replied Emma.

"The beach might make a nice change. I've never swum in the sea!"

"Really?" squealed Emma, looking at her incredulously. "That's  weird. But you don't like to get wet, do you?"

"You shower though, don't you?" asked Jamie.

"Sure" said Lauren, wondering why she felt so defensive.

"But you might not like us sunbathing. Sometimes we don't wear  anything when there's just Jamie and me. So we don't get any tan  lines"

Lauren's heart thumped in her chest. To her surprise, her main  concern was not the thought of seeing Emma naked but of having  them both naked and where that might lead. Lauren knew that she  had to understand Jamie's thoughts and counsel him about Emma's  behaviour.

Emma leaned forward as Lauren stood to make more coffee, chatting about the horses and the thunderstorm as Lauren poured  the water. Turning to see how much sugar Jamie wanted, she  glimpsed down the front of Emma's T-Shirt and once again caught  sight of the tiny young nipples. Turning back without an answer,  she brought her hand up and rubbed her forehead as if to restore  circulation. Unsteadily, she brought the coffee across and sat,  prickly heat darting across her body as she held the seat tightly.

Lauren turned her attention to Jamie, looking him over discretely as  she asked him questions about his friends in the area and what he  had done during the summer. She liked his face, and even though he  looked younger that Jim, she realised that as a family they had  traveled considerably, the effect noticeable as he told her stories of  previous countries they had lived in, including England and the  United States.

"Emma! Where are you?" shouted her mother.

"Here!"

"Just a minute, if you could!"  Emma trudged off dejectedly to talk with her mother, and Lauren  seized the moment to have a quiet chat with him.

"Where do your schoolfriends live? Around here?"

"No, now we have the stupid tutor we've lost touch with most of  them. He does try to get all his pupils together now and then, but  maybe only twice a term"

"Good chance to meet girls, though, I would think!"

"No, most of the kids are younger than me, more Emma's age"

"Hmm, she's at an awkward age. I remember how I felt. Rebellious.  I think I went out of my way to be non-conformist."

"You're right. She's certainly moody, but I've seen her worse!"

"She's developing. Getting ideas about boys, and sex and so on. It's  difficult. We need to treat her gently."

"I know. She wants to do some funny things"

"Really, anything I could sort out?"

"No!" he laughed, looking at Lauren and then forcing the smile off  his face. "No offence, she just had some crush on me, I think. It  happened earlier this summer as well as last weekend. She touched  my.... you know. I didn't mind anyway."

"Your willy?" said Lauren. She was impressed that she didn't feel  herself blushing for once, the tone of her voice just as her mother  would have used for firmness and authority. He nodded back at her,  eyebrows raised at her forthright manner. "You'll just have to walk  away from those sorts of situations. She'll grow out of it. I think  though that you should mind. She's your sister after all." Lauren  looked intently at his face and knew beyond a doubt that her lecture  had not sunk in at all. He shrugged slightly as if to accept her right  to an opinion while dismissing any further discussion.

Gustav and Elizabeth left late on Monday morning. They had hoped  to talk to Mr. Quintero but he hadn't arrived by eleven thirty, so  they left the children in the hands of Lauren who promised to take  them to the beach instead of having them in the house all day.  Delighted, Elizabeth had waved good-bye until the car disappeared  out of sight.

"I'm going to change then get something to eat" said Jamie as he  went back inside. The sun was almost at it's highest and it seemed a bad idea to be outside. "Lauren, are you going to sunbathe on the  beach as well?"

"I might do. Yes, I think I will but I'll have to get a bathing costume  first in town."

"Oh, I know just where" said Emma, gripping her arm. "I'll help you  chose it!"

After lunch, and the briefest of siestas, Lauren drove them to the  town and parked, theirs the only car in the square outside the only  clothing shop in Boquette. The majority of shops formed the side of  the square, except for the north end where cafe tables   sprawled into the road. None of the buildings had been painted in  recent history, and plaster hung from the walls in a two tone effect.  Thin chickens and wiry dogs ran around freely while black-shawled  matriarchs guarded sleeping babies and screaming, ragged children.  Grey smoke from blackened cooking drifted from cafe grills,  tempting people and animals alike. Old men with stubbled chins  looked up from their dominoes and watched in dismay as the  children invaded.

Jamie sat at one end of the tables, ordered a drink and watched the  central fountain while the two girls walked into the shop. Lauren  chose a couple of bikinis quickly. After all, there wouldn't be many  occasions when she was going to wear them. Most of the time she  could wear a T-Shirt and the bottom part if she wanted to simply stand in the pool. Something cheap would be fine. Lauren showed  them to Emma who smiled and pulled her into the changing room.  Lauren checked herself, foolishly realising that this wasn't quite part  of the plan. She couldn't quickly buy one of them because that would  be stupid. Pulling her T-Shirt off over her head, she slipped the  bikini over her bra and tried it for size.

"There. That's perfect. And I really like the colour. Let's go!" She  put her arms into the T-Shirt and pulled it quickly over her head.

"What about the bottom. Go on, try them!"

Nonchalantly, Lauren pulled her jeans down with her knickers and  slipped out of them both. Stepping carefully into each leg, she  pulled the bikini bottoms up and checked the waist. Emma's hand  darted round to her bottom.

"What size are these?" she said, pulling the back down quickly.  Emma had dropped to her knees and was searching like a woman  possessed.

"They're a size 6, I think"

"Wow, you're quite thin."

"They're stretchy, that's all!"

And then her fingers traced the outline of the waistband. Lauren  close her eyes involuntarily. Her tiny fingers! Inches away! Were  they trembling? They roamed over her, so soft and warm! Lauren  thought she would fall over. She battled between twisting away and  remaining just a moment longer, balancing whether to condone the  exploration or tell her in no uncertain terms that she was out of  bounds. Emma looked up at her, smiling like an angel. Lauren  thought she could have been in an advert for whipped cream, or  flowers on Mother's Day, or the star of a promotion for pearly  white teeth. Lauren realised, conclusively, that her actions were  wholly innocent.

"Hey, that tickles!" she giggled, twisting slightly as she turned her  back on Emma and slipped the bikini bottoms off. She almost fell in  her haste to put her knickers back on, and was already zipping her  jeans back up as Emma got to her feet.

"Lauren?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm so glad you decided to look after us. I think it's going to be  really good fun!"

Lauren put her arm around her shoulders as they emerged from the  changing room, smiling at her. "Thank you. I'm glad to be here with  such beautiful children. And in this lovely country. It's great that it's

so warm here." They paid, collected Jamie and drove to the beach. The tide was out  and that meant walking over the rocks before they could get to the water.

"Oh well, we'll have to come back early tomorrow morning when  the tide's in." said Jamie. They were home within ten minutes, the  children deciding to laze by the pool while Lauren changed. Her  bedroom was cool in comparison to outside, and her nipples  registered their disapproval as she slipped off the T-Shirt and bra.  She cupped them reassuringly, rubbing a little before she sat  on the bed and snipped the price tag off the bikini bottom, noting  with disappointment that the workmanship was far from perfect.  With her jeans and knickers off, she wandered through to her  bathroom and rinsed her face with a flannel, then slipped into the  briefs and pulled them up. The fabric wasn't the world's best, but it  covered everything well. The top went on next although she had to  remove it a couple of times before she was happy with the straps.  Once again she delighted in the way her breasts hardly moved when  she took it off, and turned sideways on to the mirror to admire her  profile. She had always felt apprehensive about wearing a  swimming costume and found it easy to fault some part of her  body, especially as she looked around the pool in Andelberg back  home. Either her breasts were too small, or her legs too thin, or her  hair a complete mess. Now it seemed that her milk-white skin was  going to be an obvious indication that her body hadn't seen the sun  for many years.

She decided that she would sunbathe a little while writing a letter to  Nikki, so she rolled up her pen and paper in a bath towel and  slipped a T-Shirt back over herself before padding down the  hallway, the marble floor wonderfully cool beneath her bare feet.

"Who are you going to write to?" asked Emma, watching her as she  settled into a reclining chair. Lauren felt her eyes travel the length  of her legs.

"Nikki. I said I would write after the first week" Lauren looked  around and saw Jamie lazily backstroking across the pool. He swam  well, even turning silently underwater at the end of his length. She  squinted in the brilliant light, turning on to her side to escape the  sun.

"Want some suntan stuff?" asked Emma, holding up a bottle.

"Yeah, great." She caught it and flipped the top.

"Want me to do it?" asked Emma.

"No, I'll be fine, thanks." replied Lauren, spreading a generous  amount over her arms and the top of her legs. She did her stomach  and reached round to do her back as best she could. She put the  bottle down and started her letter, smiling as she thought of Nikki  and how she would be lying in bed reading it. After half a page,  trickles of perspiration had started to form around her temples,  threatening to dribble down her face. She wiped her forehead with  her arm and gazed back at the pool. Jamie was still in there, now  simply floating with his eyes closed. She glanced at Emma. She was  lying on her stomach, clearly with no top on. Lauren was unsure  what to do. To over-react would be stupid, and many countries  allowed topless bathing. And here they were in their back garden, a  secluded, highly private place where nobody could see. Except  Jamie.

She turned back to her letter and tried to write. Nothing came until  she thought again of Nikki and her smile, her sense of humour. She  wrote:

"It's warm here, as I sit beside the pool. The children are well  behaved, and seem to spend their days either with their tutor or  lazing by the pool. As you can imaging, I'm rushed off my feet. Oh  yeah! And I'm allowed to drive their car. Not legally, but back and  forth to the shops, that sort of thing. Perhaps I'll meet some hunky  man over here, who knows."

Lauren smirked. Jamie pulled himself out of the water in one  smooth motion and walked over to his towel. He dried his hair and  his arms and chest. Turning away from Lauren and Emma, he  pulled off his swimming trunks and hung them on a hook in the sun.  Lauren watched open mouthed, glancing at Emma to make sure  that she didn't see. He didn't look at Lauren, just moved the towel  slightly in front of his cock and walked inside. Lauren committed  the image to memory.

"I'm going to have a snooze. Mind the sun, won't you!" he said,  sliding the patio doors closed after him. Lauren closed her eyes as  prickly pin-pricks returned under her arms and somewhere near her  toes. She thought of Jim, then of Jamie. Jim was bigger, but then he  was much older. Jamie had looked so wholesome, fit and clean. The  water dripping off his cock and balls was wonderful. Lauren  realised that she hadn't made love to Jim for almost three weeks  before she left, and she had been in Boquette over a week. That's  enough to drive anyone crazy, she thought.

Another grin spread across her lips as she sank back in the chair,  recalling the last time they had made love. Her mother knew where  they were going. Nobody goes up the mountain at eight o'clock at  night unless it's to lay under the stars and make love. She had  looked down her nose at her, that disapproving look that was so  much softer than the look she received whenever she said she was  staying the night at Nikki's house. Mum knew, that was sure.

They had walked, hand in hand for most of the way, up through the  wooded belt of the mountain, through into the clear grassy slopes,  then traversed for about ten minutes until they found the little  stream that originated from a small collection of rocks. The lights  below flickered silently, the village split by the main road and the  railway. Conscious that this was possibly their last time to make  love, they treaded carefully, each anxious to allow the other the  opportunity to derive maximum pleasure.

She had flicked the button on his jeans early, unzipping his  manhood so that she could take him in her hand and memorize his  girth. His cock was slippery, warm and familiar, the skin moving  easily to reveal the red knob. Jim took his time, unbuttoning her  blouse slowly as he slipped his hand underneath the material and  caressed her breasts. They had whispered their love for each other  under the stars, shedding clothes until Lauren remained with only  her knickers and socks to her credit. He had slipped on top of her,  then tugged her knickers aside, slithering down her body to gently  probe her sex with his tongue.

She pulled him up after several minutes, determined to orgasm with  him deeply embedded inside. Tugging her knickers again, he pushed  his thick cock against her pussy, opening her easily. She recalled  once again the pain she always felt as he entered her, his massive  cock splitting her with such force that she gritted her teeth, her  heart beating wildly as she held her breath and waited for him to  penetrate her fully. Their rhythm began, her back itching against the  coarse grass. He pumped regularly, making it easy for Lauren to  join in. She brought her legs up higher, gripping him hard around  the waist, thrilled with the cold air that circulated around her  bottom. Timing had always been a problem for them, mainly,  thought Lauren, because she concentrated on trying to minimize the  pain she felt during their love making. But her orgasm that night  had bubbled furiously inside, jumping around as though possessed,  building steadily and reliably. She sucked her middle finger, then  pushed it inside his mouth. The warmth and wetness excited her,  even more so when she brought her finger round his back and  sought out the crease of his buttocks.

Surprising even herself, she found his anus, and pushed gently.  Satisfied that he didn't find the idea revolting, she pushed again,  teasing his entrance as he pumped harder and faster. She felt her  orgasm gaining strength, and pushed deep inside him, making him  scream with delight. His cock bulged inside her, wider than ever,  strengthening his strokes, super stiff, harder and faster until she felt

him pulse and flood her with jet after jet of cum. That had taken her  way over the top, her pussy celebrating by trapping him with all it's  might as her legs gripped his waist once again.

"Do you miss her?" said a sleepy voice.

The truth slowly sank in. No boyfriend (no girlfriend) no nothing.  So much for the idyllic bloody lifestyle, she thought. Just a plastic  brush and a half empty bottle of Baby Oil. "What? Emma, I thought  you'd gone to sleep. Who?"

"Your friend, Nikki"

That was the night as well when she had suggested, after he had  come for almost thirty seconds inside her, that he could clean her as  she lay there. She had thought of it that morning, wondering what  else she could do with Jim if it really was to be their last time  together for many months. She spent the afternoon mentally  rehearsing, trying to predict what he would say.

He had slipped out of her, kissed her on the lips very tenderly, then  swiveled round to lick her swollen labia. He sank to the grass, his  cock inches from her face and buried himself between her hot legs.  His tongue had avoided her clitoris and simply lapped around the  very top of her legs. Lauren had no idea if he had swallowed any of  his cum, but the feeling of having him there, cleaning her, had been  the source of many a masturbatory moment afterwards. A week after had she realised that he had swung round expecting her  to take his cock in her mouth. It simply hadn't occurred to her at  the time.

"Yeah. She seems such a long way away. We've known each other  for years." 'Actually, little girl', thought Lauren, 'when I was your  age she and I had made love in my bedroom.'

"Get her to come out. Tell her to buy a ticket tomorrow."

"She can't. She gave me lots of money. Just for emergencies so she  would have to save up for ages."

"How much does it cost, I've got lots in my bank!"

Lauren smiled warmly. "That's OK sweety. It costs over a thousand  dollars. That's a lot of money just for a holiday"

Emma turned onto her back and reached behind her head, holding  onto the back of the chair. She closed her eyes tight. Lauren looked  at her chest, almost flat with the tiniest of nipples. She followed the  graceful line from her hands, down along her arms and neck, up  over her young breasts, down over her stomach and then all the  way along her legs. Every inch of flesh was tanned, even where her  bikini bottom had moved. Lauren also closed her eyes, the tell-tale  stirring inside willing her hand to drop the pen and move down to  touch, even gently, her hot vagina. God, she needed something.

She forced herself off the seat and walked inside. Stopping at the  fridge, she poured a glass of cold water from a pitcher, walked  through into the lounge and lay back on the sofa. She closed her  eyes and rested the drink on her stomach. She knew she had to  calm down or the children would sense her nervousness. Deciding  that some rules in her own head might be useful, she determined  that Emma sunbathing topless was OK, but only when there was  nobody around. Jamie should keep his trunks on all the time, but  then she allowed him to hang them on the line. That was sensible,  anyway. The chlorine would eat away at the material and then he'd  have nothing. The cold drink worked wonders as the heat of the  afternoon caught up with her. Still thinking about how to control  them both, she slid a little further into the luxurious leather and  allowed her legs to part as she put her feet on the little table.

Her thoughts continued, and she supposed that it was OK if Emma  continued her tan, since she had obviously started it while her  mother and father were around. They both had, she assumed. Other  permutations swept through her mind, some ludicrous, others  restrictive. Each was analysed until she was happy that she had the  situation under control in her own mind. She leaned up and opened  her eyes. She screamed.

"Whey! I didn't hear you come in!" she squealed to Jamie. "How  long have you been there?" Without waiting for an answer, she  looked quickly down at his waist. He had trunks on. She closed her  legs, trying to recall if she had touched herself while she had been  dreaming. Adjusting her bra strap, she made her excuses and left,  noting a bulge in his trunks that had not been visible when she saw  him outside.

"I just thought I'd ask, er....." he said, watching her pass.

She flew to her room and closed the door behind her, aghast at  what he might have seen. She sat on her bed, the silky covers cool  against her thighs, and brought up her right leg. Her fingers told her  that there was definitely a wet patch between her legs, and she was  certain he had noticed it. Damn, she thought, she wasn't going to be  a prisoner in her own room. But there had been a bulge in his  trunks, she was sure of it. Her mind was confused, not really sure  what she had seen in her rush to escape. Deciding that if he had  wanted to show himself to her then he would have done it by the  pool when he changed, he gave him the benefit of the doubt and  pulled open the door. She peered down the corridor, and slipped  out of the room. She could see both the children through the lounge  window, sitting by the pool, sunbathing again. Her seat was still  vacant.

She caught Jamie's eye as she walked back onto the patio and  smiled at him as she sat back on her chair, asking for forgiveness.  He smiled back instantly. She picked up her letter and pen to write  again but nothing came. There was plenty of news but none of it  seemed really newsworthy. Restlessly, she stood and walked to the  pool, crouching down alongside Jamie to test the water with her  hand.

"Gosh, it's so warm!"

"Too warm. It takes it's heat from the stone surrounding it,  automatically. But in the summer all you want is a cool swim and  it's too warm. Now though it's just right. Try it!"

"I think I will." Lauren sat on the edge adjacent to the steps and  dangled her feet in the water. It felt glorious. She pushed herself off  for a quick paddle. She sank underwater, seeming to fall without  stopping until her natural buoyancy (and thrashing arms) brought  her back to the surface. She screamed loudly, the water running  from her hair into her eyes. She breathed water into her lungs  through her nose, coughing and retching as she flailed on the  surface.

"Help! Oh God, help!" Lauren knew she couldn't touch the bottom  and would be falling back under soon. She saw a colourful smudge  moving in front of her, and heard a splash just before she went  under again. Disorientated, she opened her eyes under water and  saw Jamie swimming around the back of her. Bubbles swirled and  sounds became confused in the strange silence of the deep. He  grabbed her chin and she felt him pull her roughly towards him as  he thrust out with his feet. She continued to thrash around, unsure  if Jamie was playing with her or attempting to save her from  imminent drowning. Her lungs were bursting as she broke through  the surface and she coughed and gasped.

He pulled her to the edge, placing her hands firmly on the side of  the pool, and then guided her a couple of feet to her left where she  felt the steps. The first one was above waist height. Turning very  carefully, she sat on the step and breathed hard, coughing and  shaking her head. Her vision returned and she noticed Emma  crouching above her by the edge of the pool. Jamie held her tightly  as she swayed. He had a look of grave concern.

"What happened? Did you dive in and hit your head on the  bottom?" asked Emma.

"No steps! Here, no steps!" was all Lauren could say between  coughs.

"Oh, that's right, they don't go far then there's a big, big drop!" said

Emma. She went off to get a towel and returned. "Come on, let's  get you dry." Lauren got out of the water very cautiously and sat  down on the edge of the pool. Emma sat next to her, took hold of  her T-Shirt and pulled up, Lauren helping as she raised her arms.  Emma draped the towel around her and patted her back. Lauren  noticed that Emma had removed the bottom part of her bikini and  although she sat with her legs curled up against her bottom, it was  obvious that she was naked. Lauren couldn't care less. She had  almost died as far as she was concerned and wasn't going to make a  scene. Jamie didn't appear too interested either, not even glancing in  the direction of his sister.

"Sit down again on the seat and get warm. That was probably a  nasty shock, eh?" said Jamie, taking her arm and helping her up.  Lauren sat and laid back, coughing now and then as she  remembered the weird noises underwater and the sight of Jamie  maneuvering around her. She cursed her luck, knowing that the  night would bring crushing ear aches or some other painful  reminder of her aversion to water.

She looked across to Jamie. "Hey, thanks" she said quietly. He  smiled, clearly delighted.

That evening Jamie had the TV on in the lounge, watching the news  in Spanish. Lauren joined him on the sofa.

"What's happening?"

"This is all about the Nationalists in the north. Looks like the  government has decided that two of the candidates have been  harassed by the police, so the government has sacked the police in  one of the towns and brought some soldiers in to protect the  candidates."

"Sounds very fair to me" said Lauren.

"Sure. They have the U.N monitoring the election. That's what my  mum is helping to organise. It's just that the locals see it as more  interference and more removal of local power. There was a report  just now before you came in about how the richest ten percent own  almost eighty percent of the country's property. And unemployment  is rising, in all sectors except local government."

"But I thought it had been like that for ages?" asked Lauren.

"That's what my Dad says, but these people seem to have had  enough. The rubbish collections, street cleans and those sort of  people are holding a one day strike every week until the  government resume negotiations."

"But it's OK down here, right. That's just up in the north."

"Yeah. People are happier down here because unemployment is  lower." said Jamie. "Last week there was problems with some  government contract. Seems like there's back- handers everywhere,  but little of the money actually gets to its target."

She digested the information, comparing it with difficulty to her  own experience. She turned to him, smiling kindly. "Look, I just  want to say thanks again for pulling me out this afternoon. And I'm  sorry if I sounded abrupt when I was in here. I just thought, you  know, that you'd been, er... Sorry." She looked down into her lap,  avoiding his eyes. He turned to face her.

"What? Watching you?" Well I was, sort of, I just wanted to know  if we could cook tea together, that was all."

"Oh, Jamie, I'm sorry. Of course we can." She paused, considering  her lines. "It's just that where I come from it's all so different. We  aren't quite as open as a family, especially in the way we dress."  said Lauren.

He shrugged. "Ever since we had our first nanny we've run around  with almost nothing on. I guess for us it's normal. That's why if  Emma is naked I don't really take much notice. I know she glances  at me now and again, but she's younger than me and wants to know  everything." He paused, inhaled and thought better. Lauren turned  to him, prompting for his question as she raised her eyebrows. "She  said again today that she wanted me to get rid of her virginity. She's  so worried that she still has it at thirteen!."

"Jamie, she's mixed up. You shouldn't encourage her" said Lauren  sternly.

"I don't encourage her, but I do think it would be lovely."

"It's illegal. And what if she got pregnant. How would you explain  that?"

"She wouldn't get pregnant. We'd take precautions"

She stared wide eyed at him. "No. Absolutely no! Do you hear?"

They sat in silence, staring at the commercials. Lauren was angry  and worried. His attitude was much more casual than she had  thought - he could hardly be said to be a good influence on his  sister. But Lauren couldn't understand where this easy-going  attitude originated. Certainly not Elizabeth and Gustav.

"You'll get used to her" he said.

"I'm sure I will. She's a very beautiful girl." said Lauren sincerely.  She smiled at him lightly.

"So are you, I think"

"Jamie, time to cook tea!"

Twice that evening Lauren found herself thrown again into mental  turmoil. The first occasion was when Emma had changed out of her  bikini and into a blouse and shorts. Clearly she had no underwear  on at all, and Lauren saw both her nipples and along up the legs of  her shorts, on both occasions almost losing her breath at the  thought of her young body and the treasures concealed beneath the  pure white cotton.

The second occasion was when Emma dashed out of the shower in  her room and tip- toed into the spare room past the kitchen holding  only a small towel in front of her. Lauren saw her cute little bottom  and swayed at the thought of holding it against her. That night,  Lauren realised that her feelings for both children had changed  dramatically in the previous twenty-four hours. Instead of finding  them promiscuous and a threat to her authority, she regarded them  as innocent, young and willing to be led and taught the finer values  in life. She only hoped that those noble ambitions would prevail  over the dark forces that she knew were at work inside her. Chapter 11

The replacement of the police force in the north had been a bad  move. The Nationalists had interpreted it as an undercover method  of replacing the locally elected authority with soldiers who would  do the government's dirty work. Students in the university towns of  the north went on strike, and found some sympathy with those in  the capital.

Their demands escalated from the reinstatement of the police to  better pay for state employees, a shorter working week and a  minimum wage. The television reports were full of small riots,  looting in the north and beatings of ringleaders. Lauren and Jamie  felt sure that the situation had been mishandled, and groaned when  state electricity workers threatened to work to rule, effectively  banning overtime and posing the possibility of power outages .

Outwardly, Lauren smiled and dismissed it lightly. Europe had it's  periods of discontent, rarely lasting more than a few days and  certainly manageable. But the sheer pace of escalation and the  venom with which some of the interviewees spoke made  Switzerland feel all the more like home. But while Rome burned,  the children relaxed. Mr. Quintero arrived and taught them  furiously for two days. Probably just enough to be able to morally  claim his stipend. Lauren discarded her beautiful dressing gown,  and when Elizabeth and Gustav were not at home (six days of the  week) she would wander round in her bikini, with a cardigan (good  old mum) over her shoulders when indoors. She delighted in the  freedom, the sheer ease of getting up, pulling on two pieces of  clothing and then being ready for the day. Jamie stared at her for  the first morning and then took little notice.       Lauren also made a promise to herself that she would get rid of her  pale skin as soon as possible by sunbathing for at least an hour  every afternoon once the sun had lost it's full force. Her tan had  increased dramatically even during the first ten days of her stay, and  she was proud of the difference in colour between her breasts and  her stomach. She even started doing exercises, pull-ups in her  bedroom. Thirty before breakfast, and another thirty at night. Each  morning, she would slip out of bed, discard her clothes and lay  down on the floor of her lounge. Cheating slightly with her toes  under the TV table, she grunted and groaned as she pulled herself  up and then flopped back against the soft cushion. That was there  so that she didn't hurt her head if she became too enthusiastic.

On Thursday morning, Lauren and Emma left Jamie at home and  drove down to the doctor's house for her appointment. Elizabeth  reiterated her admiration for the man, saying that she only wished  more doctors would refrain from prescribing pills for every ailment  and revert to more natural remedies.

The receptionist recognised Emma and waved them both through.  "He's not got anyone with him. Just knock and go straight in."  Disinfectant hung in the air, warding off zealous inspectors.

The doctor's surgery was similar to a million others in the world. It  was clean, white and functional. Lauren and Emma sat next to him  while he pulled up her records on a computer terminal. Lauren  raised her eyebrows in admiration of his submission to technology.

"Emma. Lovely to see you again! And you are?" Emma spoke to  him in Spanish, and he switched to French. Or his version of it  anyway.

"Lauren." She was relieved to speak her language, but still found  herself using simple words, and gesticulating a lot. "I'm au pair at  the household. From Switzerland. Been here about ten days." she  said loudly, holding up her fingers.

"Welcome to Boquette. Now, Emma, what can we do for you  today?"

"I think I have a rash. I got it about four days ago, I think."

"OK, now where is it?"

"Down here" said Emma, pointing to her skirt.

The doctor tapped quickly on his terminal. "OK, and does it hurt all  the time?"

"No, but when it does it's really warm. Not burning, just warm"

"When you go to the toilet?"

"No, any time"

"OK, take your flip-flops off and jump up on the bed, then we can  take a look."

Lauren sat strategically opposite the bed as she watched Emma  shuffle up onto the sheet, her legs dangling over the edge. She  could see the little-girl shape of her young breasts and a hint of  white knickers covering her mound where her skirt lay tight across  her legs. She could also see the look of anguish on Emma's face as  the two girls exchanged glances. The doctor rose and took her  blood pressure, grunting as the air hissed out. He turned and tapped  numbers into his terminal - clearly a recently acquired plaything. He  examined her eyes, ears and mouth before breathing on his  stethoscope and rubbing it on his shirt. He looked at her blouse.  Emma sat calmly with her hands at her side, watching him with  nervous interest. "Now, let's undo a few of these shall we?" he  mumbled, popping three or four of the little buttons. Lauren could  see her nipples and quickly glanced at the terminal as though  thoroughly disinterested in the little girls budding breasts. The  doctor pushed the material to one side with the stethoscope and  listened as he gazed at the wall beyond.

"Deep breath! In. And out. In, and out. Lovely." As he returned  from his terminal once again, he guided her legs up onto the bed.  "Lie down for a while and we'll check out the rest." Emma lay back,  hands behind her head, her taut, tanned little breasts poking  skywards, exposed to Lauren's gaze. The doctor prodded her  stomach and undid the buttons a little more until the two halves of  the blouse fell aside. He watched closely as he applied pressure just  below her navel and removed his fingers, roving around the general  area and pressing in her side.

"That's good. Now let's move your skirt out of the way and have a  look down here, shall we?" Emma squirmed on the bed as he  pushed her skirt up over her thighs and rested it on her stomach.     "OK, lift your bottom a little" he said as he tugged at her tiny briefs.

He pulled them so that her pubic hair was just visible above the  waistband. Turning to a cupboard, he got a pair of cream-coloured  plastic gloves out of a big box and pulled them on. He prodded  again, clearly causing some discomfort to Emma as she curled up  her lip. Lauren caught a glimpse of the fair coloured hair that rose  between her legs and looked away quickly as Emma caught her  stare.

"Does that hurt?"

"A little. Not much"

"OK, bottom up again." Her knickers came down to her knees and  he ventured further, feeling the inside of her thighs and pushing his  thumbs against her hip bones. Moving to the bottom of the bed, he  pulled her knickers off the remainder of the way.

"Can you look after these for me?" he asked, handing the knickers  to her.

Emma smiled thinly as he took her feet in one hand and pushed  back towards her bottom, very gently parting her legs as her knees  rose up into the air.

"What a wonderful tan! You must have spent all summer outdoors!  Have you been swimming?"

"Yes, but only in the pool. Lauren wanted to take us to the beach  but the tide was out so we came home." She raised her head to try  and see what he was doing, resting on her elbows. Her face had  reddened and she was clearly uncomfortable with the examination.  She glanced at Lauren quickly who smiled back, giving her     sympathy and encouragement. Emma could see him pressing  against the hair above her pussy, and then slowly running her labia  between his fingers. The fingers of his left hand separated her pussy  lips while he took a small torch from his pocket and shone it over  her, nodding and adding his own encouragement as he explored her  damp pussy. He replaced the torch, and looking into the distance,  he gently prodded the entrance to her vagina.

"Ow!"

"Does that hurt?"   

"A bit. It's just warm"

He snapped off the gloves and pulled on another pair. "Face the  wall, please" he said, pushing her away so that she had her back to  Lauren. "Curl up in a ball" He pulled up the cheek to her bottom  and squeezed a tube of jelly against her anus. He wiped it all around  the tiny hole, occasionally pushing a little inside as Emma wriggled  on the bed. "Deep breath now, please." Lauren breathed in with  Emma as he slid his index finger an inch inside her.

"Oh, please, that feels so ...."

The doctor pulled out gently and probed the crinkled area, pressing  around the opening and peering carefully at the reaction to his  finger. "One more time, hold still, a little deeper now."

Emma simply groaned, realising that protest would have little  effect. His finger pressed firmly into her before twisting, exploring  then emerging back into daylight.

"OK, there's some inflammation. I'm going to check once more as  deep as I can. Now, relax one more time"

The doctor probed gently, waiting until her muscles relaxed against  his finger, then pushed his latex finger deep inside her. She groaned,  curling up tighter like a baby. As he probed, his free hand moved  over her stomach, probing carefully, until his hand slid down, over  her sparse pubic hair and pushed between her tightly clenched  thighs. He pushed against her groin, forcing his finger deeper still  into her rectum.    "Oh, please! No more!" gasped Emma, her knuckles white as she  gripped her knees tight against her chest.

Slowly removing his finger, he pulled off the gloves again and  threw them in the rubbish. "It's as I thought. I just want to confirm  your temperature then we'll be done!" he said cheerfully. He took  hold of her hips and swung her onto her knees. She steadied herself  with her hands while her bottom thrust up into the air. "As you  said, the heat seems to be inside you. I think it's a mild inflammation  caused by a virus that's often found this time of year, but I want to  be absolutely sure!"

>From a drawer beside his terminal he took a metal cylinder which  unscrewed to reveal a thick thermometer about five inches in  length. He shook it carefully, not so much because it was glass but  as though it was a treasured possession. Lauren thought it might  have even been presented to him by an admirer.

He returned to Emma, held her bottom and the thermometer with  his left hand while he re-applied the jelly around her little hole.  Emma gasped as he once again intruded inside her with his finger.

"Good girl. Now, let's quickly see how hot you are." He positioned  the thermometer against her opening and peered round her bottom.  "I'm going to put this thermometer inside your bottom. Just relax  and let it go in, OK? Deep breath again please!" With a practiced  flamboyance he twirled the thermometer around in his fingers,  greasing it up once again before slowly and steadily pushing it  inside the little girl.

"Oh, that's enough! No further!" gasped Emma.

"It's OK, it can't hurt you. It'll just feel a little strange, that's all."

The doctor pushed further, turning occasionally until almost the  whole of the instrument was buried inside her. Lauren stole a  glance, her stomach lurching at the sight of Emma, facing the wall  in shame, her tiny breasts brushing against the bed and her thin legs  holding her bottom high in the air. The tip of the thermometer was  just visible. Lauren felt the familiar rush of blood between her legs  and the churning inside her, the harbinger of pleasure awake and on  the prowl. She would have paid money to move ninety degrees  around the bed.

He looked at his watch and twirled the instrument one more time  before slowly pulling it from her. Emma squealed loudly as it finally  emerged.

"Well done, that looks OK. It's as I thought, you have an  inflammation." He pulled a paper towel from a dispenser on the  wall and guided her back down onto her side, now facing Lauren.  He stood right in front of Emma's head so that the girls couldn't see  each other and taking her left foot, raised her leg so that he could  wipe her pussy and anus as though she was an infant. Lauren  swayed from the full, unrestricted view of the little girl's slippery  pussy even though she was seated. Her pulse raced feverishly.

"OK, well done, you can get dressed now!" Emma laid on her back  and pulled her knickers up over her legs, then swung over the edge  and pulled them up the rest of the way. Lauren preserved her  modesty by turning to the doctor.

"Well, it's as I thought. You're the second young lady in here today  with this infection. If you haven't been in the sea then I'm at a loss  to know how you've got it."

"Could I get it from dirty hands do you think?"

"It's unlikely, I'm sure your house is spotless. Anyway, the remedy  is easy. I'm going to give you this herbal preparation. I could give  you antibiotics but this is just as good and much, much cheaper."  He turned to Lauren. "I think this is just a case of bacterial  infection, but mixed with some bug with a long Latin name. This  will have to be administered once a day, at any time you like, but  don't let it get washed off too quickly."

Lauren nodded. "I think you can stay out of the pool for a while,  can't you?" said Lauren rhetorically.

"The cream will cool the area but the source of the heat is internal.  I'm afraid the bad news is that to get maximum benefit you'll have  to make sure this is administered internally, and her pubic hair will  have to be removed for two reasons. To reduce any potential  breeding ground and to keep the area as cool as possible. It'll soon  grow again"

Lauren look aghast. "What, you mean take it off. Like shave it?"

"Yes. I'd do it for you now but I must close the surgery at five  today. Just take care, use plenty of soap and several razors. Think  you'll manage?"

"Yeah" said Lauren, turning to Emma to see if she understood the  implications. It was clear that she didn't.

"Internally means in her vagina and anus. Deep but don't force it.  Make sure your hands are spotlessly clean each time before you put  the gloves on." He looked at Lauren. "Sure you'll manage?"

Her head swam with visions of what she would have to do. "Sure,  we'll be OK." It felt that the devil himself was slapping down  temptation after temptation in front of her, just to see how much it  would take to break her resolve. They left with a prescription and  wandered across to the Pharmacy on the other side of the square.  Five minutes later they were back in the car, heading slowly home.

"I wonder where I got it from?"

"Don't know." said Lauren, concentrating on the road.

"It felt funny when he touched me. But he was very gentle. How  long do I have to take the medicine?"

"Until it's all gone, I think. You have to have it once a day. About a  week."

"It's a bit like suntan cream!"

"Except that this has to go inside" Lauren sensed that this was  slowly sinking in and so decided to get it over with quickly.  "Because you're getting too hot, the doctor says we need to keep  the area as cool as possible." She paused again and drew in a breath  as she pulled of the road onto the long driveway. "We'll have to cut  off the little hairs down there to keep you as cool as possible"

Silence. "Is that why you bought the razors and cream?"

"Mmm" said Lauren.

"But I don't know how to do it, I'll cut myself!"

"Oh Emma, don't be silly, I'll help you!" said Lauren as she  crunched along the gravel driveway.

"Oh thanks" beamed Emma in wondrous amazement. "I'm sorry for  all the trouble!" she said, resting her head on Lauren's shoulder as  the car pulled up.

"Hey! That's what us girls are for, right? It'll be a pleasure!" she  said, jumping down from the drivers seat.

Lauren sorted through the mail while making tea. One letter from  her mother and the remainder for Gustav and Elizabeth. She set the  bills aside, ready for their return. After tea, Emma and Lauren made  their excuses and slipped into Lauren's bedroom. They had decided  that it was probably best to take the medicine just before bed so  that it would do it's work through the night. Lauren ushered her  into the little lounge and showed her into the bathroom.

"Wash yourself all over, especially between your legs. When you're  ready, come out and sit on the sofa."

Lauren fussed around, more nervous than the take off from Zurich.  She heard the toilet flush and then the sound of the bath filling.  Splashing then followed while Lauren sat on the edge of the sofa,  watching a TV documentary report about the electricity workers  and their stoppages. The report showed footage of queues outside  bakeries and supermarkets, but the map focused on the north of the  country, the arable area that was separated from the south by a  range of mountains. If anyone had tested Lauren ten seconds later  on her retention, she would have failed miserably. Emma emerged  from the bathroom, her knickers in her hand and a towel from her  shoulders to her thighs.

Lauren stood to make way for her and watched as she sat down  cautiously on the sofa. She arranged the ointment and shaving  cream together, and opened the pack of five razors before sitting  right in front of the little girl. A quick glance between the little girl's

legs revealed the feint outline of her pussy.

"Lori, can't we do this some other way?"

"Well, sure, but I don't know how"

Emma shrugged, looking glum as her gaze alternated between the  razors, cream and Lauren's eyes. Lauren decided that there really  wasn't another way that was safe, and jointly cursed fate and the  doctor for putting them both in this situation.

"Tell you what, let's get you to sit on another towel, then it can  catch the bits of cream" she suggested, bringing another from the  bathroom and helping Emma to raise her bottom. She slipped it  underneath. They smiled thinly at each other, both realising the     forced intimacy of the moment. Lauren shook the can and handed it  to her.

"Here you go. It'll be cold so rub it over gently!" she said smiling.  Emma pushed the button on top and giggled as a stream of thick  white cream squirted out from the nozzle. She pulled the towel up  over her thighs and awkwardly smeared the foam over her pubic  hair, careful not to allow Lauren to see between her legs. She  flinched lightly as it made contact with her.

"Emma, I know this is a bit of a strange thing to do, but I look just  the same as you do down there." she said, touching her leg  reassuringly.

"I know, it's just embarrassing, that's all."

"Course it is, I know. Here, let me do the rest. We'll leave the towel  around your top, but you'll have to move your legs a bit. Try lying  back along the sofa for a while."

Lauren took hold of her left leg and draped it over the edge of the  sofa. She then put her right leg on top of the sofa, exposing her  creamy pussy completely. She shook the can again and with a  serious look on her face, sprayed another dollop above her labia,  then worked it down over her pussy lips and back over the main  area of hair, chattering all the time about how clever the natural  medicine was in comparison to modern technology. Whether any of  her conversation made sense, or whether Emma was even listening,  nobody knew. Finally, she pulled at Emma's left leg once again,  opening her wide before spreading the last of the foam below her  opening and on the way to her anus.

"There! That's all done. Best if you lie back against the arm and just  stay still. I'll be done in a minute." said Lauren, shifting closer  between Emma's young legs.

"Is this really necessary? I mean, can't we try the medicine first and  if it doesn't work then do this shaving stuff afterwards?"

"I don't know, but the doctor seems to know best. Your mum says  he's really good, so I think we'd better do what he says."

"It's just so...you know"

"I know, but it's just you and me" said Lauren, sensing that her real  concern was the feeling growing between her legs, evidenced by the  parting of her labia and the folds of skin that were slowly emerging.  "Whoops, missed a bit" said Lauren, spreading the slippery goo  from her inner thighs onto the entrance to her vagina. She dwelled  on the tight hole, pushing slightly inside with her fingers as she  spread the white foam. A twinge of pleasure echoed in her own  pussy. Adjusting the towels once again, she knelt and took hold of  the first razor. Smiling broadly at the potential humour of the  situation, she gingerly ran the razor over the top of her pubic bush,  a couple of inches below her navel.

"No blood yet!" said Lauren, taking a last look at the cream and the  way it covered her tiny pussy. She could feel the intensity of her  feelings growing inside all the time and shifted as she knelt,  squeezing her legs together. She used her free hand to spread the  cream round a little more, bring some of it down to the bottom of  her young opening. Emma smiled, the anxiety on her face clearly  showing as she watched each stroke getting closer to her pussy.

"Lean back, there's not much to see sweety"

Lauren worked quickly, attempting to get the ordeal over with as  soon as possible. As she neared the little pussy lips she realised that  Emma had become very aroused by the events and her inner lips  showed clearly.

"Now, spread nice and wide. Great, that's it!"

Lauren took hold of one of her labia and pulled it across, giving her  maximum access to the few tiny hairs along her parted lips. She  repeated the stroke on the other side, pulling it across and allowing  the razor to glide over the baby-like skin. There was really very  little to remove, and Lauren felt around to make sure that she had  done a good job. As her focus expanded from concentration on her  young sex out to appreciate the whole picture of the youngster's  shaved nakedness, her head swam, delight bubbling inside her as  she realised that the girl was absolutely stunning, one hundred  percent naive and totally trusting. Emboldened, her fingers found  their way between her pink lips and felt along their length. Lauren  admired the tiny opening, the way the warm, delicate internal folds  of skin glistened and the sensuous feels of her flesh against her  finger tips. She felt dizzy with the sight and steadied herself on the  edge of the sofa before standing.

"Got to rinse off. Wait there!" she gasped as the blood rushed to  her head.

She fell into the bathroom and leaned against the wall behind the  half closed door, gasping for breath. It was mercifully cool in there,  unlike the suddenly overbearing temperature of the lounge. She  tweaked her nipples, feeling their rock hard complaints before  splashing cold water over her face. Drying herself, she forced  strong, deep breaths through the towel before returning with a  warm flannel. Gently, she cleaned the little girl, mopping up the  remainder of the cream. She leaned back slightly to examine her  work, her hands shaking slightly as she spread Emma's legs again.  She had missed a little and spread a quick blob of cream just above  the hood of her clitoris, shaved again and mopped up. Pleased with  the result, she placed the lid back on the shaving cream and smiled.

Lauren looked up and ensured that Emma was still reclined against  the arm of the sofa, eyes closed. Assured she was not being  watched, she looked between the teenagers tanned legs and the  utter delicacy of her pussy. Her labia had indeed parted, blossoming  to allow her tiny pink inner lips, crinkled layers of shiny skin, to  come through and announce the soft opening of her vagina. The  inverted v-shape of skin that normally covered her clitoris had  moved as though bursting with pride, revealing the palest pink bud,  peering out innocently.

Emma was obviously hot and Lauren thought that this was  probably the sexiest thing that had ever happened in her sweet,  young life. Possibly even sexier than holding her brother's cock. She  wondered if it had been erect at the time and decided that Emma  would no doubt tell her when she wanted to make a point. Still with  her eyes closed, Emma ran her hand over her pussy and felt the  smoothness. Lauren thought she was going to scream with  pleasure. The whole scene was like being at a private sex film.

"Oh. Just like last year, when I had no hair. Wow, it's so smooth."

"Now we have to make sure the cream does its work!"

Emma had her hand over her pussy, and Lauren caught the slight  movement of her fingers as she traced from below her vagina up  between her moist little lips and round the side of her clitoris. She  saw Emma rubbing her fingers together, examining the lubrication  that was clearly not shaving cream.

"I'm a bit, er, you know!"

"That's only natural. Don't worry." Lauren knew that she was also  wet, drenched even. And the medicine was going to require all her  willpower and concentration if she was to retain Emma's trust in  her. Lauren unscrewed the lid of the bottle and looked at the  contents inside. It was almost colourless, certainly odourless, and  she tapped the bottle of ointment against Emma's arm to get her  attention.. Lauren reached down for a pair of the latex gloves and  pulled them onto her hands. She decided that rather than use a pair  each time she could probably use one hand for her bottom and the  other for her pussy.

"Now, you'll have to turn round a bit this time, so that your bottom  is only just still on the sofa, then bring your feet up onto the sofa so

that I can get this stuff in easily."

Emma made a face, pretending to be in pain as she maneuvered into  position. Another surge of excitement hit Lauren in the stomach,  traveling down between her legs quicker than she could even think.  She squatted on the floor and looked at Emma, balancing obscenely  above her with her pussy and anus only inches from her face. Both  openings were spotlessly clean, tiny, pink and perfect. Lauren  realised that in the present position Emma could not see very much  except her head, so Lauren kept talking about what she was going  to do and pretended to examine the ointment instructions.

Although she was reading, her brain didn't register the words.  Instead, her left hand found her bikini, and pulling the material  away from her body, she pushed on further, introducing a gloved  finger between her drenched pussy lips. She pushed inside herself as  far as she could without bending over too obviously, looking at  Emma's flowering pussy and felt a sense of gratification that lasted  all too shortly. Deciding that she could do it again while she applied  the ointment, she removed her finger, wiped her nose with the hand  and savoured the familiar aroma.

Lauren pushed her finger into the jar and scooped out a blob of the  ointment.

"This might feel cold, of course. But that's what it's for, right?" she  said, smiling at Emma through her parted legs. "I'll do your bottom  first, then your pussy. Ready?"

"Sure. Slowly?" said Emma, her face already screwed up in  expectation.

Lauren smeared the jel around the opening, building up a little store  between her anus and vagina, then pushed her middle finger firmly  against the opening. She hardly entered and Lauren realised that  this wasn't going to be the relatively easy job that she had imagined.  She tried her index finger and that had more success, so she moved  the remaining jel around and pushed again, gaining access by about  an inch and a half. She pulled her finger out and repeated the  process. Emma gripped her legs tightly and Lauren could see the  white knuckles of each hand against the beautiful tan of her legs. It  was then that she realised that Emma really was tanned all over.

"Gosh, I see what the doctor meant. You really do have an all over  tan! It's lovely. I'm going to get rid of my white spots starting  tomorrow" said Lauren, removing her finger as Emma squirmed.

"You could take your top off you know" said Emma as though in a  dream.

"I think I'll wait until tomorrow"

"Yeah, I meant tomorrow!"

"Oh. Right. Couple more then we'll do the other bit!" Lauren  pushed again and withdrew. She heard again a slight groan as her  finger came out of the tight hole. She had heard it on the last stroke  but thought nothing of it. Now it was clear that Emma had  forgotten about the discomfort and her pose and was registering  and responding to the feelings building inside her. "OK, now your  pussy." She built up another little supply above her clitoris and once  again marveled at the sheer smoothness of her pubic mound.  Parting her pussy lips even more than they had done on their own,  she introduced her index finger to the opening to her virgin tunnel.  She pushed very slowly and was mildly surprised to see her anus  pouting as the finger went deeper into her vagina.

The walls were so tight that Lauren wondered how far she should  really go. And then she encountered her virginity. She looked up  and saw that Emma was smiling slightly with her eyes tightly  closed. The walls pulsed and Emma's stomach muscles rippled. She  withdrew her finger and pushed in another generous helping of the  jel, going in the same distance and stopping, turning her finger as  though coating the walls inside with the medicine.

"I've got that feeling again! Lori, it's not stopping!"

"Don't worry, almost finished!" Lauren pushed a last blob to the  entrance of her vagina and used her middle finger this time to  introduce the jel.

"Lori, please. Stop, I'm scared! It's strange!" she said, opening her  eyes and staring in fascination at Lauren. Her hands pulled back on  her legs harder still, her mouth opening silently as her face screwed  up once again. Lauren felt the vaginal muscles rippling along her  finger and pushed just a little more before twisting and turning.

"Just want to make sure that it gets spread around properly. You  know what the doctor said." mumbled Lauren, trying to maintain  the inane conversation. But Emma wasn't listening and probably  couldn't even hear. Her stomach muscles tensed and Lauren felt the  ripples strengthen.

"Oh... Lor...No!" she whispered.

Clearly Emma was trying to control her orgasm, trying to stay as  quiet as possible, but her internal muscles shouted in celebration  and pleasure as her anus pulsed along with them, pushing out some  of the jel that had been introduced only moments before. Lauren  pretended not to notice, but was delighted with the feeling as the  young virgin came with her assistance.

"There, I think we're done. I'll just get these gloves off then I'll  clean you up." Lauren watched her, and as an afterthought, took  her hand in her own and guided her down to her pussy.

"Here, try and keep your finger over your pussy, just to keep the  gel in there" she said, guiding her middle finger to her vagina.  Lauren watched as Emma slowly inserted her finger, oblivious to  her audience.

Lauren stood and went back into the bathroom. She pushed the     door to, giving Emma a little privacy, and brought the gloves up to  her nose, smearing the scent over her face. The only smell was that  of her - the thirteen year old blonde beauty who had just orgasmed,  possibly for only the second time in her life. The scent was heavenly  and Lauren dropped the gloves, then pushed both her hands down  into her bikini and almost fell onto the toilet. She brought her legs  up against her chest, wobbled a little, then introduced two fingers  into her vagina. She knew that she would have to wait until the  evening to do proper justice to her pent up desires, and so settled  for holding herself for a couple of minutes before wetting the  flannel and returning to the little lounge.   

"Hey, don't fall asleep!" Emma had stretched out on the sofa. "Let's  just clean you up, hold still." Lauren opened her legs slightly and  introduced the warm flannel, mopping up the excess jel. Emma  took hold of the flannel, finished the job then held it against her  pussy. She opened her eyes and smiled. Lauren knew that smile. It  said thank you for what happened. And thank you for pretending  that you don't know that it happened. Lauren picked up the jar of  ointment and put it in her bathroom cabinet, along with the used  gloves that she would find a use for one lonely night. 

 Chapter 12

The following day, Lauren got up early. There was no particular reason why she had to do so, but it seemed that the day was going to be wonderful, and she wanted to let everyone know that she was happy to be alive. The girls shopped in the morning, driving into Boquette to be ready for when the supermarket opened at ten thirty. Elizabeth had called the previous night and told her about the situation in the north. The news stories on the television had made things seem worse than they were, but Elizabeth was certainly concerned enough to activate what she called 'their contingency plan.'

They had chatted about the paintwork on the house, and whether there was a letter from a local decorator waiting with an estimate. Lauren told Elizabeth about the visit to the doctors, and breathed a sigh of relief when Elizabeth failed to ask any questions regarding the treatment. Only later did she wonder why she had changed the subject. She knew full well that her own mother would have wanted to know every last detail.

Lauren mentioned Quintero, or the lack thereof, plus two visits from a local gardener who was looking for work. Elizabeth suggested that they have him tidy the bushes around the pool to see how well he worked.

Lauren found the credit card where Elizabeth had said it would be, along with a list of phone numbers that she put in her purse. At the supermarket, the girls took a trolley each and loaded up with cans and other non-perishable food that could be kept for months on end. The shop itself was poorly lit, badly stocked and seemed to have no order at all. Toilet cleaner was next to the dried goods, just after bananas and coffee. The woman at the checkout knew exactly what was happening, and tut-tutted all the time in indignation as people queued behind with their own meager supplies. As they left, her voice rose and her language grew angrier as she explained to those waiting her feelings for those sort of people. Lauren didn't understand a word, but understood everything from the body language. She felt sorry for the woman, but felt sure that she too would be doing the same later on, it was just that Lauren and Emma had got there earlier than anyone else.

They made a tour of the area, taking the best part of the morning, loading the big four wheel drive car to the limit. A number of people noticed their load and shook their heads in dismay. Finally, they turned into the driveway and spent almost an hour unloading and packing the food into the house. The spare bedroom looked like a warehouse. But they both felt it was justified as they settled down with their lunch in the lounge to watch the local news.

Further reports of beatings in the north were accompanied by actual film of government soldiers hitting people repeatedly with huge batons, clearly unaware that they were on camera. As they turned and realised their mistake, the camera shook violently as the cameraman obviously made a hasty retreat.

The government had also decided to maintain the present tax rate which was heavily biased in favour of those in the top earnings bracket, although the Nationalists had responded by laying out the total income of the government, and questioning where it had been spent. They had managed to show an allocation of about twenty- three percent of all taxes, the rest just seemed to disappear. Slightly to the south of the beatings, farm workers were striking, refusing to work on the orange and coffee crops until they were paid their claim for back wages.

Lauren needed a siesta after her early morning work and the heavy lunch. She snoozed until just after three o'clock then changed into her bikini and headed for the pool. Jamie was nowhere to be seen, but Emma had already staked her claim to one of the reclining chairs and was reading, lying on her stomach, topless. Lauren decided that it was time that she stopped being quite such a European prude, and also laid on her stomach. She reached round and undid the bra strap, feeling the tension lift even though the material remained underneath her. She looked away from Emma and closed her eyes, thinking about the television news and the election only five days away. Regardless of the outcome, Elizabeth said that the losers were going to blame the others for cheating and intimidation, and that preparations were being readied on both sides for the showdown that would surely come.

She turned over and laid on her back. Conscious that she was topless, she thought briefly about dressing properly once again. She glanced across to Emma and noted that she was still on her stomach. She rubbed her nipples quickly against the palm of her hand and sank back against the seat, her eyes screwed up against the brilliance of the sun. Her hand disappeared beneath the recliner and sought the suntan lotion. She applied a little to her breasts and stomach, taking care to cover her shoulders with the thick white cream. Satisfied, she relaxed again, feeling the warmth pervading through her body.

The TV news had also mentioned shortages of sugar, which seemed inconceivable to Lauren, when there were so many sugar plantations around the country. She supposed that it was more likely a result of the strike by drivers, packers and distribution workers that had caused a shortage of such a basic commodity. But she didn't care. They had bought almost sixty kilos that morning, so there wasn't a problem in their house. Strange to have to buy all that, she thought, when only Jamie takes sugar.

"Hey, at last! Now you'll get really tanned!" said Emma, glancing over at her then back to her book.

Lauren smiled, wondering why she had made so much fuss about taking her top off in the seclusion of the garden. She picked up the suntan oil and spread some more over her breasts, carefully massaging it around her nipples. The excess was spread over her stomach, and she rubbed off the remainder on her thighs. She peeked under the bikini bottom, pleased to see that there was a very definite difference between her tanned stomach and the whiteness below. She closed her eyes, remembering that she should limit herself to about ten minutes.

"Any news from your friend, Nikki?" asked Emma. She had turned away from Lauren and had to repeat herself.

"No, I might call her later today, or maybe early tomorrow morning."

"Couldn't she borrow some money to get over here?"

"Not really. She doesn't have a job and her father wouldn't lend her the money just to come and see me." said Lauren, realising that was pretty close to the truth. She would dearly like to see her so that they could go exploring together, and there was so much room at the house.

"I know you miss her. I would too. She sounds great!"

"Hmm" said Lauren. Emma was right, she really did miss her. There's no substitute for someone of your own age and background to talk with. "Hmm, I do."

"I'm going to get a drink. Want one?" asked Emma still not looking at her.

"No, I'm fine, thanks" Lauren watched as Emma stood and padded slowly across the hot stone patio. Her youth was apparent in the outline of her form and the poorly delineated shape of her bottom and legs. Lauren knew that within a few years she would fill out, her hips growing over the months ahead. Emma disappeared into the house, the closing of the door bringing Lauren out of her reverie.

The patio area was warm, secluded and peaceful beyond measure. A wonderful place to doze, or read, or simply do nothing. She wondered what Nikki was doing. Talking to someone, she thought. Maybe partying in town, or going out with a new boyfriend. At least she could speak her language and was free to do whatever she wanted. Lauren realised that she had just as much freedom, and had been lucky to join a family where the children didn't need constant entertainment, or changing and feeding.

Twenty-five minutes later Emma returned and only then did Lauren realise that she had been away a long time. She heard the sound of ice clinking in her glass. "Oh Lauren, you're beautiful!" she said in amazement. "God, I hope my boobs grow to look like yours, they're so beautiful!"

Lauren was flattered beyond measure, but had no clue whatsoever about how to respond. Finally, after looking down as though she had never really seen them before, she smiled back. "Thanks, you'll have a beautiful figure as well, believe me." She waited a little, then looked again at Emma. "Is everything OK?"

"Sure, why?"

"Oh, you seemed to take so long getting your drink, that's all. Just wondered if your rash had been hurting you again?"

"No, I'm fine. I just made some phone calls, to friends. I want to see one of them soon, if you can drive me there. It's only just down the road."

"Course"

Emma sat down, but didn't lean back. She stared at Lauren, obviously with something on her mind. "Lauren?"

"Mmm?" She recognized the tone of her voice and the impending bombshell. She wondered if she had been like this at thirteen. Then she realised that she and Nikki had met at that age and had discussed everything about anything. And she had met Jim. Six years ago. Her first and only boyfriend.

"Lauren, are you listening?"

"Sure sweety, what's up?"

"Lauren, I was thinking last night. I want to, you know, do it."

"Do what?"

"It. Sex. I want to do it. Like the others at school. Like I said. But I want to do it with Jamie"

"Emma, don't be crazy. I told you before. The right person will come along and you'll be so pleased you waited. And anyway, it's illegal. He's your brother. In fact it's doubly illegal, you're under- age"

"Lauren. I want to. Then I'll know what it's like and I won't have to smile at the others and pretend I know what they mean!" Her lower lip trembled slightly as she gazed at the dark stone patio.

"No! Absolutely no!" Lauren shouted. "Your parents would throw you out, I bet. And I'd get sent home. Walking."

"Jamie doesn't mind."

"I've talked to him." replied Lauren.

"I know. But he doesn't mind."

Lauren terminated the conversation at that point. Furious that her control was slipping once again, she returned indoors and sat on her bed. She was convinced that the girl needed something to do, a distraction. She cursed herself for being unable to remember what she did to amuse herself at age thirteen. Andelburg was hardly the   center of the universe as far as amusement was concerned but she certainly occupied herself as far as she could remember. Visions slowly drifted back of summer holidays, endless sunshine, Nikki and her brother in the local pool. The memories of their afternoon experimentation made her head swim as episodes flooded back. She shook her head, almost convincing herself that their curiosity had been different, acceptable.

She also debated in her mind what she would do if she did catch them together making love. As though she had just discovered a miracle cure, she bounded off the bed and flung open her cupboard. Unzipping the bag, she rummaged through until she found what she wanted; twelve condoms that Nikki had convinced her to pack. She breathed a sigh of relief. Well, at least I may stop her getting pregnant, but she couldn't be with her and patrol the house twenty- four hours a day. And then she realised that she had walked through the house with only her bikini bottom on. Her breasts swung very slightly, still pale, still her pride and joy. She recalled Emma's comments and smiled at her innocent compliment.

She strode out onto the patio again, still angry until she looked down at the little girl, her blossoming breasts, small dark nipples and tiny white bikini briefs, a picture fit for any man's magazine.

"Let's finish the shopping. We need some more batteries and other bits from the hardware store."

The store was twenty minutes away, the other side of Boquette. They drove in silence, each girl glancing alternately at the other. They both wore T-shirts and skirts but no shoes, walking gingerly across the gravel in front of the hardware shop. Its distressed wooden exterior, peeling paint and cracked windows offered a sense of ironic abandonment. A little bell rang above them as they pushed against the heavy door and an old man, probably the owner, emerged from behind the stacked sheets of wood.

"Afternoon!" said Lauren. He stared at her, not recognising the language. They made their way to the back and Lauren searched through the batteries. Emma nudged her, but she concentrated on the batteries, almost sure that double A size were the same as penlight. Emma nudged her again. She looked up and followed her gaze. There was a man, maybe slightly older than Lauren, looking through the cans of paint. He wore shorts and a T-Shirt which was filthy. Emma smiled, her teeth dazzling. Lauren moved slowly round so that if the young man turned he would see her legs. And her cute bottom. And her breasts in profile. Emma giggled and he looked up. She laughed and Lauren frowned, pretending to be annoyed at such a childish display. Her heart thumped as he walked their way.

"Can I help you?" he asked.

"No, we're just looking for batteries. But we've found what we needed, thanks." said Lauren, looking down at his feet.

"No we haven't. You don't know which ones you need. It could be these or the ones that say size double A." said Emma in one breath.

"These will do. Anything else?"

Lauren's eyes had just taken in the details of his knees and shorts and managed to skip to his eyes before he became suspicious.

"No, that's very kind of you. Thanks." She looked at his tanned face. It was strong, almost noble, and dirty. He looked like he had a pound of sawdust in his hair and there were great rings of white round his eyes.

"Just been spray-painting my grandma's shed." he said, answering her unspoken question. "Too hot now to do much more. I'm Felix. I'd shake you hand but you'd get really dirty."

"I'm Lauren, and this is Emma. We live just out......"

"I know where you live. My father knows Emma's parents. Not sure how but they've mentioned them before"

"Gosh. Well, have lunch with us one day. It's very quiet at the moment. Tomorrow!" said Emma.

"Emma, give him a chance!"

"That's fine. I'd really like that." He looked at them both carefully, his gaze resting on Lauren. "I'll call you and confirm tomorrow morning, OK?"

He returned to the paint display. Lauren and Emma went back to the car, forgetting to buy anything at all. The giggled and chatted like conspirators on the way home, even sharing the news with Jamie who was skulking around the fridge as they entered the house.

"Yeah, I know Felix. I met him in town once with Dad. Had a local girlfriend, but he's not from round here. I mean he wasn't born in San Falino, although he's been here for a while. Longer than us."


Chapter 13

Lauren let all the information sink in and floated to her room. She couldn't remember what he looked like, except that he needed a wash. She wondered what she would wear for tomorrow's lunch. Searching through her cupboards made her miserable - she had either T-shirts and her bikini, or jeans and sweaters. Nothing much in between. She thought for a moment and decided that she might drag Emma down to the clothes shop again and buy a couple of things. She glanced across the corridor into Emma's room but she wasn't in there. As she made her way past the lounge she stopped, frozen to the spot.

Emma was kneeling on the sofa with her back to Lauren. Naked from the waist down. Jamie was sitting underneath her with his semi-stiff cock in his hand poking out from his trunks. Emma slowly sank down as Jamie positioned himself to enter her.

"No! I forbid it!" Lauren had no idea she could shout so loudly. Emma jumped, turning in fright as Jamie looked round her body, still holding his cock. Lauren raced over to them and took hold of Emma's arms. "Get off him! This instant!" shouted Lauren again, anger turning her face red. But Emma held on.

"No, I want to!" she sneered, that same look on her face as the first day. "If I don't do it now I'll do it some other time!" she said defiantly." Emma turned back to her brother, noted his agreement and turned again. "Just help me, and then I'll forget about it." she pleaded, tears in her eyes.

"Emma, this is bad. It's wrong." shouted Lauren, noting Jamie's cock stiffening as she tried to pull Emma off her brother.

"Oh come on, just help!" said Jamie, as though it was a daily chore. "Make sure she doesn't hurt herself and that'll be it" said Jamie, gripping his sister's waist, holding her in place above his groin.

"Look, you two, while your parents are away, you'll damn well do what I say." Her voice echoed around the room. She knew she had turned red as she bent down to retrieve their discarded clothes. "Emma, put your knickers on now! And you, put your fat cock back in your trousers! This instant!" she bellowed.

Jamie Took hold of his cock, and stroked it. Lauren stood mesmerised while Emma gripped his thighs, still poised above him. "Either we do it now, with your help, or some other time" said Jamie shrugging his shoulders.

Lauren looked at them both, the pained expression in Emma's eyes and the casual look on Jamie's face. She exhaled slowly, shaking visibly from anger. The boys cock was rock hard, bulging up from between his legs. Not particularly big but certainly enough for his young sister. Lauren thought of Jim. She closed her eyes and realised that she was defeated. Beaten by the children's determination, beaten by her lack of control and totally overcome by the thought of seeing his cock inside her beautiful body, although she tried desperately to push that last feeling out of her head. She slumped onto the sofa, turning to face them both. In her anger she was unaware of her summer skirt riding up her thighs and the view Jamie had of her skimpy knickers.

She looked over his thigh; the boy's cock bobbing rudely out from the top of his swimming trunks while he held his balls. His sister kneeling above him, hand on his shoulder for support, little white skirt discarded by his side and her knickers nowhere to be seen. Her hairless pussy showed obvious signs of arousal, the labia parted gloriously to reveal the young, pink folds of her inner lips and the entrance to her unwanted virginity. Her thighs were firm, tendons delineating their form up to the smooth, prominent pubic mound and the softness of her pubescent sex. Recent memories of the ointment slid back into her mind, the smell of the gloves, the tightness of her Emma's vagina and the orgasm that had exploded within her own body as she sought sanctuary inside her bathroom afterwards.

"Emma, you're only thirteen for God's sake! There's no reason to have sex with anyone at your age!" Lauren looked down again between her smooth legs, then at his cock, mentally measuring the distance between them, how she would just lean further over him and sink down on his shaft. Lauren shifted on the sofa.

"Now, or later?" asked Jamie defiantly. His rudeness shocked her not for the words but for the inference that she was merely a part of the household, not their guardian.

"Wait, don't do anything 'till I return" she said, storming out of the room towards her own bedroom. She grabbed her flannel and pulled out the pack of condoms. Walking back slowly into the lounge, she pulled one out and crossly pushed Emma over so that she sat on the sofa. Lauren knelt down in front of them both, noting that Jamie's cock lay quietly on his thigh.

"Look! You have to use this. It's a condom." Maybe, she thought, that by boring them with a sex lesson they'll not actually go through with it. That thought lasted less than two seconds as his pole twitched back into life.

"I know that!" said Jamie

"Emma, did you?" The little girl shook her head as she stared at the packet.

"Right, this is where your lesson begins then," her voice still loud enough to teach the locals as well. "It's lubricated so that his cock will enter more easily. It'll also protect you both against any germs and pregnancy. Plus you both need to know how to use them anyway." She handed the foil wrapper to Jamie and he tore it, taking out the condom and turning it over as he studied it. He gave it to Emma who did the same.

"Unwrap it and pull it down over your cock when you're stiff. It only goes one way so if you get it wrong then turn it over." said Lauren, watching the expressions on their faces. Emma was obviously fascinated by the condom.

"I thought it needs to be straight and really hard?" said Emma.

"Right. So let's try another day when it might work!" said Lauren, scarcely concealing her optimism as she reached out to take back the condom.

"Hold it here, and move your hand up and down!" said Jamie, taking Emma's hand and showing her how to put her hand around his shaft. Emma looked down and did as she was told. He became erect quickly, letting her continue as he leaned back against the sofa and felt her warm hand rubbing him slowly, just as he had asked. Lauren looked on with an air of resignation and detachment, as though this was their show and she was only part of the audience. She sat on the floor by his knees with her hand resting on his leg and watched. Emma changed hands and spread her legs a little, the outline of her pussy lips showing between her tanned legs, and the delicate inner lips just peeking through. Lauren glanced at her crinkled little anus, so pink, so clean.

"It feels so soft and smooth. Look at the way the skin moves and the inside stays still. That's clever!" said Emma, delighted with the afternoon's lesson. She experimented a little, with long strokes and quick short ones, watching her brother's face to see which affected him the most. Lauren dreamed. The thought of watching the beautiful girl lose her virginity to her brother made her warm. She curled her legs underneath her and pushed her right hand between her thighs, out of sight of the two performers. She continued to frown disapprovingly, moving nearer as she knelt and leaned on the sofa which afforded a clear view of Emma's swollen pussy and her brother's cock between her hands.

"Try moving the top little bit of the skin very slightly." suggested Lauren. "Be gentle, up and down, gently. That's it." Lauren smiled as she watched the girl's first experiment, remembering the caution and excitement of her own first touches and the slippery feel to the shaft. "Now run your finger around the bulb at the top." said Lauren, pushing his legs apart and getting closer. She was determined that she wouldn't touch either of them, but would advise them, as Jamie had suggested, to minimise the pain if they were really determined to go ahead. Plus of course she had thought of the condoms. That was the sort of idea which one would expect from any sensible au pair.

"That should be enough" said Lauren. "Now Emma, unroll the condom over his cock all the way. Try and make sure there's no air in the little bubble at the end. That catches all the cum."

"The what?"

"When he comes, all the liquid gets caught there. You'll see." Emma flipped the condom over and unrolled it with both hands over his stiff cock. His cock jerked with her movements, swelling even more as her tiny fingers worked their way to the base, the veins bulging along the length and against the fine membrane of protection. Lauren thought that he wasn't as big as Jim but probably the same size as her brother. Instantly, a sense of deja vu hit her and thumped around in her head, shouting at her, reminding her that this was exactly what she had done all those years ago. Even though she liked to think that Jim had been her first love, he had not been her first lover. This had been her, six years ago. One summer afternoon after they had watched a film with Nikki - it had seemed so right and wonderful then. She was convinced that she had done it because she loved him, a conviction that faded as she remembered Jim and their first weeks and months together. That had been love. Head over heels love of the first order. Debate raged in her head as to the state of her morals, the vote never taken. Emma moved to swing over her brother.

"Wait a little. Emma, are you ready. Are you wet down there?"

Emma felt herself. "I think so." she replied, showing Lauren her glistening fingers.

Lauren looked at his cock and saw the lubrication on the sheath. "OK, now lower yourself slowly. You go as slow as you want. That's it. Down a little. Now can you feel it poking against your pussy lips?"

"Mmm." she replied, holding the back of the sofa behind Jamie.

"Does it feel in the right place?"

"No, not really!" Emma squirmed a little to try and position herself better.

"Wait, let me help!" said Lauren, looking up at her pussy from between Jamie's legs. She took hold of his cock in her left hand and felt along the sweet little lips of her pussy with the other. The foreskin of his cock had been pulled right down, trapped by the thin membrane of the condom. Emma shuddered as Lauren explored, her breathing ragged as her legs shook and her mind soaked up the touch of the older girl. Emma looked down between her legs, and was rewarded with the sight of Lauren spreading her delicate little lips with her fingers as she pushed the tip of his cock towards her opening.

"OK, down again, really slowly"

Emma gasped out loud as he penetrated the tiny folds of her sex. "Oh, that's beautiful. Oh God, thank you, thank you" said Emma as she allowed the first inch inside her. Jamie moaned to himself as he held her waist and watched himself disappearing inside his beautiful sister. Lauren was almost sure that he wasn't really attracted to her sexually, especially as he had had to be assisted to become erect. She was sure he wasn't gay, but found it strange. Jim would have come just posting a letter to this little beauty. Another inch disappeared. He said he even had erections as he dialed her phone number. Lauren's heart fluttered. She realised that with every additional inch that disappeared, so too did her authority in the house.

"OK, take your time." She let go of his cock and the pink lips of his target, sitting back down on her heels as she looked up at their performance. His glistening cock stood straight, hard and purple as Emma slowly lowered herself onto her brother. Lauren saw her pussy lips curling around his cock, holding on for dear life as the tiny tunnel welcomed it's first important visitor. Emma drew in a deep breath as her pussy pulsed and her anus pouted in celebration and awe at the new feelings.

"Has he come to a stop?"

"Mmm, I think so" said Emma.

"That's your hymen. I'm sure you know the rest."

"Lauren, I want to do it. Really. Please sit next to us and watch. Please?"

Lauren crawled onto the sofa and sat next to Jamie. She could see her pussy lips, wildly inflated, aroused with the folds of skin blooming out. They moved slightly as she took him deeper. Her clitoris was exposed, the most perfect pink bud glimmering in the afternoon light, waiting to be sucked and licked by the luckiest boy in the world.

"Try going up and then down again. It'll help" said Lauren, leaning down to pick up the flannel. Emma obeyed her orders, rising up a couple of inches and then dropping down again. After several attempts, she squealed loudly, a look of shock and surprise on her face. The beginnings of a smile faded slowly until pain showed in her grimace. Her nails dug into the sofa as her head bowed and her movement stopped.

"Oh, God, Lori, it hurts so much! It stings!" she whispered, tears forming. She shook slightly, gripping his ribs tightly with her legs as she sat across him. "I'm on fire! Is it too big?" she asked, slumping against her brother as she moved very slowly, desperately trying to find a less painful position without losing him from inside. Tears streaked down her cheeks as she sobbed quietly. Lauren slid to the floor and massaged her lower back in a vain attempt to lessen her suffering. Emma's T-Shirt covered their union, although Lauren could see from the floor her little buttocks and the dark shadow of his cock, the latex ring of the condom just above his balls.

Motionless once again, Emma cried loudly. Jamie held her, patting her back to console her, his actions reflecting his embarrassment and inability to say or do anything to lessen her obvious pain. The sobbing slowly subsided until Emma leaned back up, wiping her nose and eyes with the back of her hand as she again gingerly moved her bottom, measuring the pain that accompanied her transition to womanhood. She nodded to nobody in particular, moving up a couple of inches as she looked down beneath her T- Shirt, sniffing and wiping in a childlike manner.

Then she laughed and put her arms around her brother's neck. Lauren joined them both once again on the sofa.

"Thank you. Oh, I'm so happy!" She leaned across to Lauren and kissed her full on the lips. Lauren caught her waist and kissed her quickly, lightly, catching the little girl's upper lip between her own. She felt like a child again, her heart thudding against her chest as the intoxication of their embrace flooded her body. The kiss! Light, warm, lips so smooth and small. Parted lips that invited. Lauren stared at the little girl, her young mouth, the brilliant white teeth and the warmth of her tongue all ready for exploration. Lauren entered a dream state where she dwelt all too often, unaware that Emma lowered herself with more confidence once again, finally taking all of him inside her hot tunnel. A groan of pleasure from brother and sister brought her back to planet earth.

"Come up slowly and let him out for a while." said Lauren. As his cock emerged, traces of blood were apparent, mingled with the thickness of their lubrication.. She moved Emma high above him and wiped the latex sheath. She turned and saw the wonderful sight of her pussy and the tell-tale signs of her elevation from childhood. Holding her waist with one hand she dabbed around her pussy lips until no more blood spotted the flannel. There had been very little to worry about. "OK, that's great. Now you should get dressed, both of you."

"But what about the liquid? I haven't seen that!" moaned Emma.

"Lauren, just wait." said Jamie, holding Emma's waist and pulling her down again. This time he found the entrance easily. Neither Emma nor Lauren offered any resistance as she sank again slowly all the way. "Move up and down, slowly, on my cock. Feel it driving inside your pussy. Does it feel nice?"

"Oh yes! I've got that nice feeling starting again in my tummy." said Emma, closing her eyes as her hair draped over her face. Lauren watched in fascination as her pussy accommodated her brother with a strong, steady rhythm which even included a slight writhing motion of her hips. She was astounded by the rate at which she learned, and by the obvious express train of an orgasm that was building inside her.

Lauren watched entranced at the quickening entry and withdrawal of the boy's cock into the hairless pussy. The view she had was crystal clear, and she marveled at the white sheen that had built up around the base of his cock, evident each time Emma rose to the top of her stroke. She imagined how it must feel for Emma to be spearing herself so forcefully down on him, how the walls of her vagina must be stretched abnormally to accommodate the intrusion, and the rippling that she would be experiencing as his length traveled deep inside, striking towards her womb as it passed the ruined hymen of her childhood.

"Lori. It's on it's way. Oh God, it's so strange........It won't stop! Oh Lori, help!" she cried, never missing a stroke, still grinding up and down, round and around on his cock. Emma shuddered above him, her breathing irregular and laboured as her face showed her anticipation and acceptance of what was surely going to happen. She whimpered again, looking down at his cock between her legs as she plunged hard against his groin before throwing her head back, her hair tossed in a golden arch over her shoulders as she held on for dear life.

Suddenly, she flew forward, shuddering as she gripped the sofa tightly, her head by his shoulder and her pussy rammed as hard as possible against his cock. She whimpered for almost a minute while Jamie held her tightly around the waist and Lauren could only look on in wonder. Slowly she relaxed and Lauren stroked her hair, then pushed her hand up her back underneath her T-Shirt, caressing her and reassuring her that everything was allright.

Lauren lifted her gently off him and let her lay down on the sofa. She quickly checked to make sure that she wasn't bleeding and then sat down next to Jamie who smiled at her, then at his sister. His cock was still rock hard, and he hadn't come. Emma was exhausted but smiled happily to herself as she watched his cock bobbing.

"Why is there no liquid?" asked Emma.

"I need some more help, then it'll come out. It feels just like you did just then." replied Jamie.

"Don't worry, I'll tell you what to do. But this is just educational, OK. Like a biology lesson." said Lauren convincing nobody. "Now, take the condom off."

Emma drew closer to him, leaned over and pulled the condom off his cock before looking down at Lauren for the next step.

"OK, give it to me. Right, now just hold his cock and move your hand up and down, nice and slowly."

She took him in her right hand and grinned as she started to move her hand slowly up and down, feeling the stiffness return to him. The skin had peeled all the way back and his knob stood proudly up in the air as Emma moved her hand rhythmically. His head flopped back against the back of the sofa as his eyes closed, feint groans emanating from deep within his chest as his breathing became louder.

Lauren arranged Emma's fingers on his cock so that she had a thumb on one side and four fingers on the other. "Right, now hold his balls here, just gently, with this hand"

Emma gently moved her free hand around his balls, scratching slightly as she explored below his cock and ventured towards his hole. She could see the look of pure pleasure on his face as she took hold of his balls and gently squeezed. His cock hardened and bulged with sheer power within her hand, the warmth and softness of a man pleasing her immensely.

"Ohh!" she giggled. "It's alive!"

"Lay your head on his chest and watch. You'll see it come out!" said Lauren. Emma lay down, her face only inches from the end of his cock. She was clearly tired but fascinated by what was happening. He opened his legs wider, spreading them so that Lauren could see down past his cock to the hair around his bottom.

"OK, now take him in both hands and move slowly up and down, getting gradually faster." Emma responded well, and Lauren let her continue for several minutes.

"Now change slightly. Let go with this hand and play with the top with the other. Yeah, oh that looks so good." Emma held him lightly with one hand while running her finger around the top of his cock with the other. The change of pressure and style sent him wild.

"Lovely, now take the top skin between your thumb and index finger and move it up and down. No, slowly. Gently. That's good. She teased him a little while they watched his cock strengthen and swell until it seemed fit to burst. Then she moved the foreskin up and down a little further, slowly and gently, until it rolled back on it's own. Jamie was rapidly moving from a state of ecstasy to annoyance, and Lauren sensed his growing demand for release.

Lauren nodded encouragement to Emma, who changed rhythm with her right hand, moving around the top of his cock, lightly stroking the length, and then taking her hand and squeezing him hard before moving up and down once again.

"Oh yes, oh, I'm going to come!" he said, his eyes closed and his hands holding the sofa behind him.

"Emma, some of this might hit you but don't worry. It'll wipe off!" said Lauren as Emma's hand flashed up and down. He jerked up, his bottom rising off the sofa, almost throwing Emma off his stomach. Then with a loud groan, he shot a stream of come into the air, way over Emma's head. A second spurt did hit her, on the cheek and over the back of her neck. And then, regular, smaller spurts filled his navel and became matted in his pubic hair. Emma looked on in amazement, slowing her movements, feeling him jerk as his cock became super-sensitive. Lauren watched in surprise as Emma traced her fingers around his navel, playing with the cum and rubbing it between her fingers.

"Oh, wow. That's amazing. It's so beautiful. Would all that have been in me?" she asked, looking at Lauren over his dying cock.

"Hmm. Then it would dribble out later." She wondered what other questions were coming and looked up. Emma looked shocked, speechless to the point of being horror- struck.

"Car. They're home. Oh shit!" shouted Emma, falling off the sofa.

Lauren felt her insides turn over. She was dead. That was for sure. Prison. She span round and saw the outline of someone approaching the door. She felt her sphincter tighten. Jamie stood and ran for his bedroom.

"Stand up! Stand up!" she hissed to Emma through gritted teeth. Thankfully Emma's T-Shirt covered her down to mid thigh. Even so, a pair of knickers would have helped. Lauren stood as well, kicking the flannel under the sofa. Lauren lifted her skirt and stuffed the condom down her knickers. 'God', she thought, 'I'm so wet down there. Who cares. I've lost my job anyway.' Her heart rate was in the danger zone. She glanced at Emma.

"Shit!" she cried, rubbing Jamie's cum out of her hair and off her cheek.

"Hi there everyone! Just time to change and say hello!" said Elizabeth, pulling her key from the lock. "Gustav is just getting the cases. How's things? OK?" she said, walking towards Emma. Lauren smiled and turned away, just in case she lashed out immediately.

"Mummy, look what we've been doing!" said Emma gleefully. Lauren mentally ducked from the onslaught that was sure to follow. "See, I've been playing this new Chopin piece. It's so lovely". Lauren looked over the sofa and watched as Emma led her mother to the piano. Then she noticed the streak of white cum that dribbled down the cushion of the sofa. Jamie's first shot. She sat down quickly, resting her arm over it, and gently wiped over the area. It was sticky, and matted the soft down of her arms. She looked around for more but was relieved to see that it seemed to be the only trace of their earlier educational supplement.

Lauren slipped out of the lounge and into her room at the first possible instance, fled into her bathroom and wrapped the condom in toilet paper before flushing it away. Music filled the air, and she thought about the little girl now sitting at the piano, naked under her T-Shirt, playing perfectly innocently to her mother. Lauren returned to the lounge, glanced in and then offered assistance to Gustav who was struggling with their cases.

"Oh, the Brazilian Ambassador has invited us to Venezuela for the weekend, in about a month's time. Can you come with us to look after Emma? Jamie hasn't been invited for some reason. He'll get another chance. "

"Oh that would be wonderful. Of course."

"All paid. He's even booked a suite for you two girls. I think he's on the board of directors or something."

Lauren was thrilled. She hadn't really expected to have to travel with the family. She threw her weight behind the suitcases to such an extent that Gustav decided to take them away from her before she did some damage to herself.

"Any mail for us?" asked Gustav.

"Yeah, it's stacked up in the kitchen for you"

"Great, thanks. Shitty weather, so hot. And the air conditioning was out again at the airport." He dumped the suitcases just inside and shut the door, paused briefly to listen to his daughter's piano playing, then headed for the kitchen. "Lauren, want a beer?"

"Mmm, only if you're going to have one!" she shouted back.

Elizabeth and Gustav ended up staying overnight. After Jamie and Emma had gone to bed at about 11 o'clock, Lauren stayed up chatting for almost two hours. She spent the first ten minutes glancing at every square inch of the sofa for rogue traces of Jamie's explosion, but thankfully found no more. Either that, or Gustav and Elizabeth were sitting on it. She would find out later, no doubt.

Elizabeth was in fine form, complaining about the Nationalists and all governments for that matter. Even the Swiss came in for punishment. She also mentioned that three of the key opposition party members - agitators in the eyes of the government - had disappeared over the last few days. She seemed particularly concerned about their fate and stared at the floor constantly as though it was her responsibility to locate them.

Lauren bid them good night at about one o'clock in the morning, pleased that she had taken the opportunity to talk to them and get to know them better. She had even discovered that Emma had phoned her mother on two occasions to say how much fun she had had with her, something, Elizabeth said, she had never done before. Chapter 14

Felix did indeed call the following morning. Lauren had forgotten and must have sounded particularly dense when she answered the phone. They exchanged pleasantries before she invited him for twelve thirty. He reminded her that he knew the place and would be on time. And, yes, he did eat everything. Emma was more excited than Lauren, fussing around the house looking for a tablecloth for the kitchen and serviettes that were hidden deep in the spare room. It was only later, just before lunch, that Lauren realised that Emma had probably never prepared for a visit of a boy to her house and that this was therefore a very special occasion.

Lauren made a conscious decision that there would be no two minute romance and then bed with this young man. He was a respectable boy according to Emma - well, from a decent family anyway - and she had a responsibility to behave properly in front of the children. Memories of the previous twenty-four hours soon brought that train of thought to a shuddering halt.

He rang the doorbell at just after twelve thirty and Emma scampered along the hallway to open the door. She beamed at him as she guided him through to the kitchen.

"Here's a bottle of the local wine. Have you tried it?" he asked, handing the bag to Lauren.

"No, I don't think so. Is it safe?" she asked, looking past his hands to his T-Shirt. He was much cleaner than when they had met. His hair had been plastered down over his head, and the rings around his eyes had been washed away. Maybe twenty-five, twenty-six thought Lauren. Her gaze returned to his eyes. They shone, clear and alert, happy and bright as he smiled at her. No lust, just pleasure in talking. She motioned to a chair and he sat. His eyes followed her.

"Yeah, it's fine. The white is better than the red."

"Like Lasagna?"

"Las-what?"

"Lasagna. Pasta and meat in layers with cheese. Salad, white wine. Maybe ice cream to follow if we can find it." said Lauren, returning his smile. "Italian, you know"

Jamie joined them for lunch, reminiscing with Felix over their previous meeting. Lauren watched closely how they talked, part of the interview process even if she was not conscious of it herself. Emma watched everyone, pleased to be present at such an important lunch. They left the dishes and took their ice cream through to the lounge to watch the news. Lauren and Felix sat next to each other (Lauren's choice) while Emma sat on the floor. Jamie had other things to do in his bedroom.

Emma's interest in the news and proceedings waned considerably after only a few minutes, and she wandered off to leave them to talk. Lauren was pleased to learn of his concern about the problems in the north, and shared his views on many of the news items. He had come to San Falino almost five years ago with his father. His mother had died when he was about seven, and he had been brought up by his aunt and a number of au pairs and housekeepers.

Body language even to the uninitiated would have suggested harmony and pleasure, but nothing else. Lauren was pleased with herself in that she could hold a reasonably sensible conversation about San Falino, and more to the point, she didn't feel like ripping his clothes off or ramming her hand down his trousers. She regarded him as a stable boy who she would be happy to have as a friend. His eyes attracted beyond measure, but he was far from sexy, and his straw coloured hair was rough and almost middle aged. He stood a little taller than Lauren, and as he turned at the door, she was happy to offer him her cheek for a friendly peck good-bye. She waved as he drove off towards town.

Emma shot out of her room. "Well?"

"He's a very nice, sensible young man" said Lauren, smiling at her curiosity. Had she really been like this at her age? What on earth goes on inside that little head? Wouldn't it be simpler if people were born knowing the answers to some questions. It would save so much confusion and explanation.

"I think he's gorgeous" said Emma.

"He's not gorgeous. He's dependable and bright."

"He's got lovely eyes"

"Yes, he has." said Lauren, staring back up the driveway. "You're right."

They spent the afternoon reading, snoozing, eating and preparing for bed and the return of Gustav and Elizabeth..


Chapter 15

Lauren realised two things when she woke the following morning. Firstly that Emma hadn't had her medicine the night before and that she had made love to her brother while using the ointment inside her. Neither of the thoughts cheered her up, but she determined that after Elizabeth and Gustav departed she would make sure that Emma had another dose of the slimy stuff to get her back on the road to recovery. She swung out of bed and showered in her bathroom. It was before eight o'clock, which surprised her given her late night. The news TV had more unintelligible reports of trouble in the north, and with the elections approaching, more and more analysis of the state of the parties.

She dressed in her usual bikini bottoms and, forsaking a bra, slipped a T-Shirt over her head. She found Elizabeth and Gustav in the kitchen, drinking coffee and discussing the house.

"Hey, thanks for getting all that food." said Gustav, his eyes taking in the tautness of her T-Shirt. "It must have taken quite a time"

"Most of the morning. But that's OK, it's good to get out." said Lauren, making more coffee and tidying up the sink.

"Lauren, we don't want to alarm you, but we were just saying that the situation in the north is very ugly. I think, although Elizabeth doesn't wholly agree, that whatever the outcome of the election, there's going to be a general strike across the country. Did you hear about the devaluation yesterday?"

"No, what, they devalued the Peso?"

"Yeah, but it seems that half the government knew about it and sold for dollars last week, making a fortune. On top of that, the government has decided to reduce the subsidies it gives to farmers."

"If anything happens, then just stay in the house. Keep the doors locked and stay by the phone."

"Do you think it will come to that?" asked Lauren, looking at them both.

"I don't know, but we just want you to know what's really going on. Not what's on the news. There's no need for Emma and Jamie to know yet, although they listen to the news just like anyone else." said Elizabeth.

"Anyway, we must be off. I'll be back in about four days, hopefully." said Gustav.

"And I'll be gone for a week, so I'll call you later in the week." said Elizabeth, kissing her head. "Look after yourself, and thanks for being here. We'd be lost without you!"

Lauren watched them go and decided that since she was awake, she'd make a cup of coffee for Emma and wake her up as well. She knocked on her door and peered in. Emma was asleep, facing the window away from Lauren. She crept in and closed the door. Emma looked so peaceful in bed. Putting the coffee by her bed, she made her way to the curtains and opened them slightly, causing Emma to stir and turn over. Lauren sat on the edge of the bed, touched her cheek and watched her stir. She was suprised to realise that the T-Shirt that she normally wore to bed was lying in a heap on the floor. Emma smiled and opened one eye, squinting at her against the bright daylight.

"What time is it?" she said, stretching above her.

"About nine. Your mum and dad have just left. Time to get up. And I remembered that you didn't have your ointment last night."

"Can't we do it now and get it out of the way, then we could go shopping!"

"Yeah, but somewhere else, you'll get the bed all messy."

"No I won't. Anyway, today is 'sheet change day'. It won't matter." said Emma, almost keen for her medication. Lauren allowed herself to be convinced and slipped out to her own room and got what she needed. On her way past her sofa she paused, thought briefly and put the ointment and other bits down on the cushions. Quickly, she pulled her bikini bottoms down and let them drop to the floor. Checking the her T-Shirt covered most of her thighs, she gathered up the things on the sofa and walked back to the little girl waiting across the corridor.

She sat down with her legs together on the side of the bed again and waited while Emma drank her coffee. She slurped noisily and dropped back against her pillow, looking up at Lauren through dreamy, half-open eyes. Her hand dropped onto Lauren's thigh.

"I'm sorry you have to do this for me" she said.

She knew that being an au pair was going to give her a heart attack. Her senses tuned in and focused their attention on the tiny hand that gently rested above her knee. She was sure that Emma had no idea she had taken her knickers off, but nevertheless, she knew she needed to keep the mornings activities strictly medicinal. Lauren almost laughed as she recalled what they had done less than twelve hours earlier in the lounge. Her mind once again tried to reconcile the event as pure education, but failed.

"That's OK. It's better than having to go to the doctor's every day, isn't it?" The hand moved away as casually at it had arrived. An innocent early morning greeting. Except that her pussy had very different ideas. She placed the ointment on the bedside table along with the flannel and leaned her head to one side, a smile on her lips.

"Ready?"

"Sure" said Emma, pushing the covers down. Her little breasts looked so delicate, so young and pure. The sheets were about half way down her stomach and Emma indicated that the rest was up to Lauren. She stood and took hold of the top of the covers.

"Lori?"

Lauren looked up. This morning's bombshell warning had just sounded. "Mmm?" She pulled the sheets down, past her navel, revealing her tanned stomach and the tiny white briefs that covered her pussy. "Can you take your knickers off for me?" asked Lauren quickly.

Emma pouted like a young child as she raised her bottom off the bed. She looked at Lauren and made no effort to take her knickers down. Deciding that now was not the time for an argument, Lauren pulled her knickers down to her knees, feeling another cocktail of drugs surge through her body as Emma's hairless pussy lips came into view. Lauren could see that there was a definite swelling and the feint aroma of her sex drifted up as Lauren breathed in as deeply as she could. She turned to Emma to ask her to help a little more and saw that her eyes were closed, a look of rapture on her face as she exhaled. Emma moved briefly onto her side and slipped the knickers off the remaining way, letting them fall off the bed.

"Lori....yesterday...." She paused, not waiting for effect, just trying to find the way of saying it that conveyed the message she wanted. Lauren turned to her, waiting. Emma opened her eyes and studied her face, examining the shape of her breasts, then down past the end of her T-Shirt. Lauren felt another surge inside as she realised that Emma might see she had removed her knickers. They smiled at each other, the unspoken exchange signifying that it was safe to progress, they were friends. "Yesterday, did you want to do it with Jamie?"

"Emma, of course not! I told you, it was for your education. And because you kept pestering me!" Lauren thought that she should have rehearsed this. It was obviously going to be discussed and an excuse that losing your virginity to your brother helps you get better grades wasn't one of her best.

Emma turned onto her side and leaned on her elbow. Lauren sat down again on the bed next to her, feeling her leg touching the bottom of her T-Shirt. She knew that she was so wet and the slightest touch from the young girl would have sent her streaking towards gratification.

"But, don't you feel like you need to come, just like I did? Last night I couldn't sleep because I kept thinking how you made me feel, and then how you helped Jamie. It just seemed unfair! And every time I thought about it, I got my warm feeling coming back again."

"Emma, that's OK. It's very good that you think that way about people, honestly. But it won't happen again, don't forget. " Lauren looked around her room, checking the ointment and gloves, focusing on anything but Emma's eyes. "It's not the sort of thing that you can tell people about, now is it?" said Lauren, putting her hand on her bottom. "Come on, let's get this done, then we can have breakfast."

Emma rolled onto her back and parted her legs a little, obviously still thinking about Lauren's words. Lauren fetched a towel from Emma's bathroom, lifting her bottom slightly as she spread it out underneath her. Emma's silky labia had parted generously to reveal the beginnings of the inner folds of her lips. The most delicate of folds glinted with inner moisture.

Lauren forced her gaze away from wondrous sight between her young tanned legs and concentrated on the task. The gloves seemed a little awkward to get over her fingers, possibly because her hands were hot and slightly sweaty.

"But, if you feel like I did, and you don't have a boyfriend, then, what do you do?" asked Emma, watching the thin latex gloves.

"Emma, you're very young to be asking these sort of questions. Now let's get on with this, shall we?"

Unscrewing the top of the ointment, she scooped out a dollop of the jel and nodded at Emma. She waited for Emma to pull her legs back before spreading a generous amount over the entrance to her bottom.

"Lori, is it called 'mastibeating'?" asked Emma, eyes fluttering closed.

"Is it what?" she replied, her voice rising to a squeak.

"When you do it yourself. That's what Sabrina's sister said."

"Masturbating" said Lauren, swallowing noisily.

Emma closed her eyes again as Lauren introduced her index finger to the hole and pushed, easing herself inside the tight opening quickly in the hope of shutting her up.

"Oh!" groaned Emma, trembling slightly on the cool linen sheets.

 It was no easier than the day before and Lauren took it very slowly. She leaned forward, the sweet scent of her pussy meeting her, causing her to sway, happily intoxicated. She breathed deeply, her mind registering the sweetness and recalling distant memories, forgotten until now, of erotic encounters with Nikki that had left her breathless.

Lauren withdrew slowly, waiting agonizing moments as she watched the intense expression of pleasure drift across Emma's sleepy sweet face. Her finger finally left her bottom, returning to the  jar for a final dose of the wonderful ointment. Never again would Lauren consider herbalist cures to be concoctions of the types found at dawn on the summer solstice, worshipping the sun, earth and their pagan gods. She pushed in firmly, twisting as she entered, pretending to coat the walls of her passageway as it rippled and gripped in pleasure. Emma lifted her bottom slightly off the bed, pushing against Lauren as the palm of her hand touched the cheek of her bottom. Slowly, she withdrew, resting her thumb on her pussy lips as though announcing the next area to be treated to her touch. Emma lay with her head buried deep into her pillow, the look of anguish gone as she luxuriated with the remnants of the feeling below. Lauren wiped her gently and decided to change gloves. She snapped them off and dropped them in a heap on the floor before pulling on another pair.

Lauren looked very closely at her pussy and saw that she was trembling, very slightly, as though it had suddenly turned cold. Lauren touched her inner thigh, just to announce her presence, and Emma opened her legs as wide as she could. Her supple thighs touched the sheets and Lauren was surprised she could maintain the position so comfortably with her feet together. Lauren decided that she wanted to join in a little more than last time, so she sat on the bed, facing Emma, and picked her feet up and put them on her lap so that she had to keep her legs open but it allowed Lauren greater access to her vagina. She pulled her T-Shirt down a little to cover herself before scooping out another helping of the ointment. With her left hand she gripped her feet and pulled them against her stomach. She placed the ointment at the wet opening to her vagina and pushed very gently, marveling how the lips gave way and the darkness of her young tunnel was revealed. Her clitoris stood out proudly, the hood now above allowing it to gleam in all its glory. Her gloved finger slipped in to her easily, although several attempts were necessary to ensure that all the ointment went inside rather than over her little girl pussy lips. Emma moved occasionally under her touch, pushing and pulling against both her hands as though trying to get maximum relief from the therapy.

She took a last measure of the jel and pushed it directly inside her in a smooth motion that brought Emma's hips off the bed. Lauren held her firmly, her middle finger inside her pussy while the palm of her hand pushed down on her clitoris. Lauren moved her hand around in a grinding motion, simulating what Emma had done herself the evening before. She felt the walls of her vagina contracting slightly, and knew that she was approaching orgasm. She wasn't going to pretend this time that she was just finishing off, or talk to her at all. She wanted to be quite sincere with Emma and give her the opportunity to experience her orgasm naturally without trying to be quiet. Emma's feet pushed hard into her stomach, her T-Shirt rising, uncovering her nakedness. Lauren pushed harder, twisting her hand so that she felt along the top of her hot tunnel as her thumb rubbed her hard clitoris. Emma bucked gently, her breathing keeping pace with the attention Lauren was giving to her clitoris as her thumb moved in lazy circles over the tiny pear of pleasure.

Lauren felt the grip increase on her finger as she explored, the tight teenage tunnel twitching as she felt her way inside. Slowly, she introduced a second finger, slipping it in against the contracting muscles. Emma could have no doubt now that this could be anything to do with the medicine and had everything to do with making sure she came at the hands of the girl who had helped her lose her virginity. Suddenly, Emma's feet slipped out of Lauren's hands and wrapped round her back, pulling her hand deeper into her pussy and gripping with an abnormal strength. She shrieked as her hips thrust off the bed. Lauren fought to keep her from hurting herself as she came violently, thrashing on the sticky sheets as Lauren lost control, her fingers coming out of the young girl. Emma looked at her, her face in agony, desperation etched across her sweat-streaked face. Lauren pushed her fingers back inside and rubbed her clitoris madly as Emma sank her nails into the top of her thighs, her legs pulling Lauren towards her with all her might.

The random squeezing of her vaginal walls slowed as Emma lowered her bottom back onto the bed and forced herself to breath. Lauren let her fingers slip out her naturally as Emma rolled onto her side towards Lauren. She pulled off the gloves and dropped them on the floor. The towel had been useful and would be fine after a quick wash.

Lauren stood and pulled the covers up to Emma's chin, tucking her in. The noise of the curtains caused Emma to open her eyes. Lauren sat again on the edge of the bed and watched as she pushed the matted hair out of her face. They needed to discuss what they were going to do in the morning, and whether Jamie had any plans. Certainly their useless school teacher wasn't likely to materialise. Unless it was pay day. Lauren caressed her hair for a few quiet, gentle moments.

"I ought to go to the shops for another bikini, and a few more T- shirts" said Lauren quietly.

"Oh, can you take me to see Cressida? She's my friend from the school party things, remember? It's not far!"

"Sure, just show me how to get there!"

 "Get a white bikini. That'll make you look more tanned, although it's coming on nicely!" said Emma, looking down at her thighs. Her hand drifted onto her leg, perfectly naturally, as though to congratulate her on her progress. Emma crawled down slightly further into her bed, her hand moving so dangerously close to the hot wet haven between Lauren's long legs. This wasn't what Lauren wanted. That was definite. There was no way that she could have Emma as a lover - it would mean certain discovery and death. New pressures forced her to consider which path she would take, her morality being severely tested by nothing more than the gentle, delicate touch of a hand on her thigh. Emma inched closer. Perhaps it was just Emma exploring. After all, she had been a virgin yesterday morning and she was such a curious young girl. Lauren recognised the tricks being played in her head. She held her hand.

"I'm starving. I'll cook some breakfast after I've had a shower." She groped on the floor for the towel and other paraphernalia and stumbled out of the room, embarrassed by her state of mind and lack of coordination. Her door slammed noisily behind her as she threw herself onto her bed. Laying on her stomach, she ground her pussy against the silky cover not caring if it became stained with her own sweet juice. Dissatisfied with the progress she was making, she dived into the bathroom and ran the bath, shaking as her pent up desires took control of her actions. She grabbed her hairbrush and knelt as the warm water splashed her legs. When it reached mid thigh she turned the taps off and soaped her anus. Throwing the soap into the water, she pushed the middle finger of her left hand into her muscular passageway. She held herself tight as she rested the brush against her hot slit, then mercilessly pushed it inside so fast that it hurt. She pumped wildly, the coordination between hands starting well but deteriorating as she closed her eyes and began to lose her balance. She slid down into the water, reinserted her finger into her pouting arse and leaned back, the water sloshing around her ears.

She had no thoughts for potential headaches. Her sole purpose was to obtain release from the sickness that pervaded within her, that consumed her every thought and drove her to seek ways to abuse herself, to maximise the feeling that might satiate the idiotic demands inside. Demands on her that were ridiculous and so powerful that she knew she was hurting herself in the pursuit of her orgasm. To her utter delight, she felt it start. In fact, she realised that it had been conceived many minutes ago, it had just been lurking in some dark corner. The brush seemed to be possessed, doing someone's bidding but not hers. She saw it flashing in and out of her pussy, her lips trying desperately to cling to it but the lubrication available was so plentiful that nothing seemed to help. She jerked suddenly as a spasm burst through into her world. Water swirled over her mouth but she would rather drown than stop to let some out. She spat crudely and thrashed around blindly for the soap.

Delightedly, she twirled the bar around in her left hand, threw it once again into the water, and forced her slippery finger back into her anus to seek out the depths of her body. She twisted her hand and used her thumb on her clitoris, the brush in between thrusting like a demonic piston. She convulsed, her head banging on the bottom of the bath. Water flooded into her mouth and she spat again. And then, at last, she knew she was to be rewarded. That elevator that took her to the heavens was on it's way with her on board, and she knew she was going to be carried higher and higher with every stroke of the brush, until, as her finger rubbed in lunatic circles around her clitoris, she came and the elevator crashed through the roof into the stratosphere, sky-rocketing her to oblivion and another world that only she could inhabit. She held her breath as she sunk below the water, her legs rising higher and higher before coming to rest on the side of the bath. The only sounds she could hear were the thumping of her heart and her groans as she expertly controlled her orgasm with the thumb and the finger buried in her bottom.

Slowly, she breathed out, raising her head for another breath. Her neck and stomach muscles strained as she rose up and pushed herself backwards, above the surface. Lauren relaxed slowly, shivering slightly in the water. She allowed her finger to slip out of her anus slowly, waiting for and rejoicing in the final half inch of intense pleasure. Natural forces inside her vagina expelled the hairbrush, the lips of her pussy reluctantly releasing their prisoner. The brush floated slowly to the end of the bath, its duty done, satisfaction delivered once again. She turned the hot tap on with her foot and brought her legs onto the side of the bath as it filled once again with warm water, waiting until the very last moment to turn it off before it scalded her bottom. She swished the water around and luxuriated in the heat, a sense of euphoria settling in, joining forces with a sleepy feeling that told her to cuddle something soft and warm and drift back to sleep. Perspiration trickled down the side of her face while she searched for the bar of soap. She knew she ought to wash, but closed her eyes and sank in the warm water, sensing the pleasure and glow building in her pussy and anus.

She took an inventory of her mental state and was pleased with how she felt. She was glad that she had resisted the urge to become further involved with Emma. Tomorrow she would tell her that she should do her medicine herself, thus putting the relationship on a more sensible footing. She washed herself slowly, dreaming of Switzerland once again, and wondering what people were doing. She realised that it must be evening, but had lost track of day of the week.

Unconcerned, she stepped out of the bath and dried her long hair with a clean towel and brushed her teeth. She stood in front of the long mirror and posed, cupping her breasts as she stood face on and then in profile. Her tan was certainly coming on, but the white patch around her bottom was unsightly. She let go of her breasts and put her hands on her hips, dipping to one side. Very sexy, she thought. Well, she could be very sexy, sometimes.

She turned her back to the mirror and bent over, looking at her pussy from between her legs. Her pussy was alive, pouting, with the inner lips clearly visible. She remembered doing the same thing once before in her mother's bedroom, posing like Miss World and practicing her acceptance speech. She had even told Nikki, who recommended a few phrases about helping children and living in peace. Nikki said they all said that. She smiled and put a foot on the edge of the bath. Her pussy was still very aroused and she felt the slipperiness of the lips. She hadn't washed herself but decided that could be done by having a quick swim. Finally, she sat on the floor and looked at her pussy in the mirror, parting the lips and trying to compare hers to Emma's. There was just something about Emma's that made her so delectable. She assumed some of it was the fact that she was smaller, tighter. The rest, she knew, was simply the risk and danger of being with an innocent, awakening girl.

She wandered naked back into her bedroom. Her clothes drawers and cupboards were a mess, which was surprising since she really had so few clothes. The discovery of a single pair of knickers in her underwear drawer annoyed her - they were cheap ones that she would only wear as a last resort. One of her father's shirts hung in the wardrobe that he had given to her many years ago when she had decided that everybody in the world was wearing men's shirts and she would die without one. She liked the way it ironed so well, the crisp creases pronouncing the fact that it was a size eighteen and she was a six. Well, six and a bit. She buttoned it up and headed for the laundry. The smell of coffee greeted her as she rounded the corner of the lounge. It grew stronger as she went through the dining room, until she saw Jamie, standing by the cooker, emptying the percolator into the sink, ready for another batch.

He turned, admiring the shirt. "Nice!" he smiled, looking back to his work. Lauren wondered what, if anything, he had on under his T- Shirt. "Coffee will be about ten minutes."

"I'll have a yoghurt while I'm waiting and some fruit, I think." She avoided his eyes, keenly aware that they hadn't spoken at all since last night's performance.

"Emma awake?"

"Sort of. I think she'll go back to sleep though." She sat and watched as he walked to the cupboard and reached up for the ground coffee. The T-Shirt rode up his buttocks, answering her question. She realised that she had really wanted to go to the laundry. The knickers could wait, she thought, leaning across the table for an orange and banana. He handed her a yoghurt from the fridge and sat down. "Hey, thanks."

They ate, the percolator's plop punctuating the silence. Another wonderful day was taking shape outside. The bushes rippled with the faintest of breezes but Lauren knew that there would only be calm on the patio.

"How are your ears? Did you get a headache?" he asked.

There was no innuendo in his voice, no expression on his face that could have told her how he felt. It was just as though nothing had happened. She frowned. "No, it's weird. I always used to when I was little. Really bad they were." She looked at him again. Perhaps she had imagined it. Perhaps she hadn't helped him take his sister's virginity the day before.

"Not always, surely?" he asked, disturbing her daydream.

"Well, whenever I went underwater. But it didn't happen when I fell in. Yeah, you're right. Isn't that funny?" His thoughtfulness elevated him in her estimation.

They heard footsteps, and a woman's voice from outside. The 'servants' as Elizabeth called them, had arrived. The local staff were really cleaners and helpers, and Lauren was thankful that they arrived so regularly every day. She certainly wouldn't have wanted the job of cleaning the house. They were both about thirty and very tanned, neither very pretty but Lauren knew they had been reliable and Elizabeth was happy with their work. She smiled at the two women as she went into the laundry and retrieved her washed but un- ironed underwear.

"Back in a minute" said Lauren as she made her way to her room. She stuffed the clothing into her drawer and then pulled on a pair that had a little bow on the waistband. She smiled when she recalled all the layers she used to wear not just in Switzerland but in Boquette when she first arrived.

After breakfast, Emma emerged from her room, sleepily stretching as she wandered around the house. Lauren and Emma eventually made it to the car and drove north for almost half an hour to Cressida's house. Lauren took time to memorise the return route and pulled up outside the small house as directed. Cressida was at the door to greet her, and Emma waved good-bye as she disappeared inside.

Amazingly, Lauren arrived back at the house within twenty-five minutes without a ticket or police escort. She parked and skipped up the front door, retrieving a handful of mail from the box on the wall and a small brown parcel propped up on the ground. The door banged shut behind her as she absently sorted the letters. A couple of magazines for Emma and Jamie, three bills which she would deal with later, and a postcard from Switzerland. The parcel, to her surprise and delight, was for her as well. She tore it open, recognising the handwriting as her mother's and watched as sheaves of newspaper fell to the floor. Scooping up her treasure, she made her way to the kitchen and dumped everything on the table.

With great self discipline, she made coffee before opening her mother's letter and the two small presents inside. The letter contained much of the latest gossip and news of her classmates who were either still looking for jobs or who had been successful like Lauren. After the third page, Lauren stopped reading and opened the presents. The first, from her mother, was as she had guessed, underwear (regulation white, no frills, cotton, size 6, Swiss Made) and white socks (same pedigree). The second parcel was from Nikki and contained magazine clippings, a letter and a cassette of a live band that she had been to see two weeks ago. Lauren wandered through her letter, giggling at the dismissive way she dealt with their mutual enemies.

The tone though suddenly changed when she talked about Claudette. Nikki was aware that Lauren and Claudette had been lifelong enemies for no good reason, and once or twice a year their animosity flared into ugliness, only to die again two days later. But apparently, with Lauren out of the country, Claudette had taken the opportunity to sling some mud that had definitely stuck. Nikki said she had let it be known that she had evidence that Lauren and Nikki had engaged in activities together of a sexual nature up until the time that Lauren left. While Lauren wasn't too concerned about that, Nikki mentioned that some of the villagers had asked Lauren's mother whether this was true, and her mother had been flustered and very protective on several occasions.

Lauren felt a cold sweat break out around her neck as she visualised the worst. She was pretty sure that her mother knew about herself and Nikki, even though they had never (and could never) talk about it. The looks that Lauren had been given when she announced that she was going to be an au pair for a young girl and her brother had said it all, and repeated reminders about the stress and strain of looking after the children, 'especially the young girl' had not missed their mark. Lauren's stomach lurched as she read both letters twice, seeking out the real meaning and trying to determine the depth of the problem.

Finishing her coffee, she cleared the table and wandered aimlessly into the lounge, slumping on the sofa to ruminate further, her imagination creating scenarios and hypothetical conversations that spelled doom and gloom should she return to Switzerland. Her energies finally turned to retribution and she spent the remainder of the day thinking about pain and how to inflict it remotely. The word 'bitch' entered her mind with every breath she took. 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. Fourteen and a half hours after that, she touched down in San Falino, land of sun, sand, sea and ..... A Visitor from Switzerland


Chapter 18

For the first time in many years, Lauren saw the sun rise. The great yellow orb pushed into the sky lazily, greeting her with a warmth and welcome that she found almost endearing. It was seven o'clock, and time to wake Emma, who would keep her company on the way to the airport. She knew they were both tired having spent a long evening clearing out the spare room of all the stored food and pushing it into the garage, but the journey might wake them up and she was so excited to think that Nikki was probably circling the coast of South America at that moment. Perhaps she too had found someone to confide in during the journey.

Lauren had decided to wear jeans and a T-Shirt that morning as it was sure to be what Nikki was wearing. Emma settled for a plain pale blue skirt, flip flops and a white blouse. Neither girl had even considered wearing a bra.

Lauren recognised little on the way to San Serra, but thankfully it was well signposted and she knew they were headed in the right direction as they passed the waste ground where she had first tried the car. She wondered if she should get a local driving licence and decided to investigate the next day. She could take Nikki and Emma down to the Post Office and find out what she needed to do. A series of pot holes slowed their progress as they got within the city limits, all on their side of the road. It looked as though they had been made deliberately, a view that was confirmed by temporary traffic lights ahead and a small excavator rumbling along the road. The lights took a full ten minutes to change, causing Lauren to worry about meeting the plane. They crawled past the excavations, not a workman in sight.

The car park was in a remote corner of the airfield, nowhere near where Gustav had left the car, and they had to wait for a bus to take them to the terminus. By the time they arrived, the plane (according to the arrivals board) had been on the ground almost thirty minutes. Lauren looked ahead to the immigration area and saw Nikki, looking out onto the tarmac. She walked up to her, forgetting about Emma, and tapped her shoulder.

Nikki shrieked and hugged her tight. She stood back and took another look. "Wow, just look at you!"

"What?" said Lauren, smiling and looking down at her feet.

"You're so tanned. God, you make me sick. Why aren't you scrubbing floors all day?"

"No need. Hey, this is Emma. Emma, Nikki." They smiled at each other. Lauren sampled the body language and breathed a sigh of relief. "Got all your stuff? Good, come on, only three hours to the car!"

Nikki looked at Emma as Lauren strode off towards the exit. "What is she going on about?"

"It's the heat!" said Emma, taking her hand luggage and lumbering after Lauren.

Nikki rattled on all the way home talking to both of them while admiring the countryside. Lauren concentrated on the road, driving well and keeping to the speed limit.

"Hey, have you passed your test?" asked Nikki.

"No, you don't need to!" replied Lauren, grinning. Nikki shook her head as though shocked. "Are you tired?" she asked as she pulled up at a cross-roads.

"Yeah, it's a long flight. It's three o'clock in the morning Swiss time. I would normally be thinking about going to bed." Nikki smiled, obviously delighted to be abroad and in their company. The journey was quick and they pulled up at the house within two hours.

"Oh wow, is this it?" she asked, studying the grounds as she pulled her suitcase from the back of the car.

"Yep, come on, I'll show you the spare room." said Emma, running on ahead. She unpacked and stuffed her clothing quickly into the drawers.

"Here, this is from your mother. I can't guess what it is but I'm sure it's both old fashioned and embarrassing!" Nikki watched as Lauren unwrapped the parcel, pulling out three pairs of white knickers that had come from a thrift shop no doubt, a letter and a brand new pale yellow cardigan. She threw the knickers on the bed and looked at the cardigan.

"Actually, it's quite nice" she said, nodding at the cardigan as she read the letter.

"Nice? Are you serious?" Nikki looked over her shoulder at the letter. "Any gossip, scandal?"

"It's a cake recipe" replied Lauren.

"The only scandal then is that cardigan!"

"Hey, I wear them now and again, you know" They giggled and Emma took them (and the cardigan) on a guided tour of the house. Nikki was most definitely impressed and jealous of her friend's lifestyle, facts that delighted Lauren.

"Now, this afternoon you can sleep, then maybe we'll go into town for a couple of hours, about five o'clock, then you can sleep again. Tomorrow you'll be fine." said Lauren, shooing her back into her room with a cup of coffee. "The bath's through here. All the bedrooms are arranged the same. You even get your own little lounge. TV is useless."

"Hey!" shouted Jamie.

"Oh good, he's back." She stuck her head into the hallway. "We're in the spare room!" she bellowed. She grabbed Nikki's hand dramatically. "I hoped you would see him today before you fell asleep" Nikki peered past her towards the door and saw Jamie as he entered the room.

"Hi, I'm Nikki, Lauren's friend." Lauren couldn't fail to notice the glazed, wishy-washy look in her eyes as she looked at Jamie. 'Oh God', she thought, 'here's another holiday romance that's going to end in tears.' Lauren really was astounded by the change in Nikki's demeanor as Jamie leant forward and kissed her cheek.

"Welcome to Boquette. Good flight?"

"Fine, thanks." Nikki's eyes dropped from his face to his chest.

Emma sniggered as their hands touched a moment longer than necessary. She also noticed Nikki's eyes reach her brother's navel.

"Let's leave Nikki to get some sleep" said Lauren, quickly stepping between Nikki and Jamie. "Then we can have breakfast together tomorrow morning." She shooed the children out before smiling once again at Nikki and stealing a kiss before closing her door.

"Oh, I'm so pleased she's here. Emma, thank you once again. It's a wonderful present." said Lauren putting her hands on her shoulders. Emma stepped forward and kissed her lips, lingering as her eyes fluttered closed. Lauren inhaled the scent of the girl, instantly entranced by the sensuous embrace. Her pussy tingled as their breasts touched through their clothing. Lauren felt giddy as she broke free, blinking as if to clear the fog that had swirled around them. She caught her breath. "A cold drink, I think. Yes, that's what we all need. A cold drink" she muttered, struggling to regain her composure. She made it to the lounge without spilling any, slumped onto the sofa and watched the news, almost fearful that Emma might join her.

After breakfast the following morning, the legendary Mr. Quintero arrived, sporting brown trousers and a black shirt with the most colourful bowtie in South America. He bubbled, full of news from the provinces, announcing the fate of several villagers to the north who had ventured in search of the Nationalists and found them, fought them and perished bloodily. He romaticised their death, glorifying the bloodshed that accompanied their untimely end. Emma sat in the kitchen, her mouth stuck open in horror as he told and embellished every detail of their suffering. How they had been creeping through the jungle one night when the foe had ambushed them, cutting them into pieces with swift strokes of long curved knives.

Mr. Quintero picked up the bread knife, making Emma squeal as he demonstrated how to behead someone.

"OK, that's plenty of that!" said Lauren, surprising herself with her authority in the house. "Now, you two have your lessons, and this morning Nikki and I are going into town." Brother and sister trooped out, following their lord and master.

Lauren shuddered, switched the coffee percolator on and checked the time. Nine o'clock was good for Nikki. They had visited the town the evening before, but by five thirty everything had shut and Boquette was not really known for it's night life. But Lauren had promised to take her down to the beach, maybe explore a little, and the fact that Emma and Jamie were having lessons all morning was wonderful.

She wandered back to her room and slipped out of the T-Shirt she had slept in and pulled on a white cotton blouse. She found a dry bikini and slipped into the briefs, leaving the top half on the bed for later. She did up two of the buttons on the blouse, making sure that while she looked covered from directly in front, anyone above or below her could see her tanned breasts in all their glory.

The house was quiet and she poured two cups of coffee before knocking quietly on Nikki's door. The room was dark and she saw Nikki curled up tightly on the far side of the big bed, her blonde hair spread across the pillow and the sheet just covering her shoulders. Lauren smiled as she recognised the majority of Nikki's possessions set out around the room. She put the coffee down on the bedside table and knelt by the bed, facing her back.

"Hey! Time to wake up!" she said quietly, hoping to wake her gently rather than make her shoot through the ceiling. "Nik! It's morning!" Nikki stirred and slept again. Lauren crawled up onto the bed and knelt beside her, gently touching her hair. "Hey, sleepy, time to go out and play!"

"No! I'm dreaming. Let me finish!"

"It's coffee time, then beach. Come on!" Lauren shook her shoulder, turning her onto her back. Nikki opened her eyes and looked up, smiling slightly, then examined the blouse and bikini that Lauren wore, a brief glance that Lauren noticed and enjoyed. Nikki rolled over onto her stomach, resting against Lauren's legs.

"You look nice." said Nikki, laying her head on Lauren's legs. Reaching behind for the coffee, she handed a cup to Nikki, making her sit up in bed. While she would love to have explored further the growing sensations caused by being alone once again with her, Lauren had planned other excitement for the day.

"Sorry about your dream! When you're ready we'll go the beach. Remind me to tell you about a boy I met on the plane and what we told each other."

"Dirty stuff?"

"Mmm, real dirty stuff!"

"Lori, where do you find all these people? They seem to come flocking to you. I can't understand it!"

Lauren left and tidied the kitchen, putting the bread knife carefully away in the drawer. Nikki surprised her by bounding into the kitchen half an hour later. She wore a T-Shirt and shorts, under which Lauren knew she had her bikini bottoms. They packed some food and drove off into Boquette where they bought some cheap local wine, cheese and fresh bread. Nikki also bought a local map, found the area that Lauren had mentioned, and gave directions as they set off on the first adventure they had ever had on their own in a car. As they left the outskirts of Boquette, Nikki immediately demanded the whole story of the boy on the plane. Lauren had just started when they pulled off the main route north and took a single track road to the coast.

"Oh wow, look down there!" exclaimed Nikki. Lauren pulled the car onto the scrub at the side of the road and look down the grey cliff to the sea fifty meters below. It was beautiful, and so deserted with no sign of life whatsoever. "Hey, I can see the road down. It snakes back and forth and ends up over there!" she said, pointing in front of them. Lauren set off slowly along the road as it turned into a dirt track and descended sharply towards the sea. She was relieved when the road leveled out and they were able to stop the car under the shade of some enormous cypress trees, within sight of the sand. They smiled at each other.

"You drive OK. I'm so surprised! I thought you'd be squashing all the locals!"

"Nope, no accidents yet!"

"No banging into everything while you dreamed about god knows what?" asked Nikki, jumping down onto the warm sand. They took their food and towels, locked the car and tip toed out onto the hot beach. They paused at the top of the sloping sand and surveyed the scene. To their right, the beach curved gently round to a rocky point that marked the end of the small bay. To the left the expanse of pure sand was broken in places by outcrops of the cliff and fallen rocks, no higher than two or three meters but spoiling the potential for a truly unbroken panorama. The white sand was blisteringly hot and seeped between their toes as they walked to the waves, the gentlest of cooling breezes playing in their hair.

Lauren looked around, checking the car behind her once again. "Shall we walk to the right and see what's at the end?"

"Or just climb over these rocks and sleep?" countered Nikki, indicating where her priorities lay.

"Allright" said Lauren, somewhat reluctantly. She knew that Nikki would walk with her anyway, and decided that maybe the privacy of the fallen rocks would make them feel like they had their own little beach. She looked and listened, delighted to note that she heard and saw nobody. Even though it was a weekday she had expected to see a few people. They clambered over the first rockfall and jumped back down onto the sand. The beach was spotless without a trace of litter. Only the occasional bit of seaweed marked where high tide was likely to be. After the second rockfall Lauren decided that they had come far enough, even though they were less than fifty meters from the car.

They settled against the rockface of the cliff and rolled the towels out on the sand. The sun was warm and they both shed their T- shirts quickly. Lauren looked over at Nikki, seeing her breasts swaying once again in front of her, the nipples on their way to becoming hard and aroused. She was pleased. There could be no doubt in either of their minds what was likely to happen. But Lauren had wanted the day to be perfect, as a big thankyou to Nikki for coming out so soon after she had left Switzerland. She glanced around and noted that the spot was perfect, more than she could have dared to hope for when she planned the day. The gentle slope of the shoreline reminded her of pictures of tropical islands, where palm trees fringed the white sand and a couple walked along hand in hand as the waves lapped at their feet.

On a more practical note, she looked up. The only possible chance of being seen was if someone ventured over the pile of rocks to their right. She soaked in the warmth of the sun, feeling the rays caress her limbs and warm her face as she closed her eyes and leaned her head back. The breeze kept her from over-heating, but she was aware of the strength of the sun, so delved into her bag and pulled out the cool suntan lotion that had been in the fridge overnight.

"Do me?" she asked, handing the bottle to Nikki. She turned her back on her without waiting for a response and pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms round as she waited for the cold shock of the lotion on her back. Nikki's hands felt comforting, sensuously covered in oil as they massaged her muscles and warm skin, pushing the slippery lotion up and along her shoulders, then down to her waist. She felt her fingers nudging under the waistband of her briefs and considered kneeling to let her take them down, but decided that they had plenty of time to take things slowly. Lauren swung round, grinning at Nikki as she parted her legs and drew closer. Nikki started at her shoulders again, descending slowly to oil her breasts and nipples. Her face and neck received attention, and then her navel and the top of her briefs.

"Up!" said Nikki, a blob of lotion on her fingers. Lauren stood while she oiled her thighs, down to her ankles. "Turn around!" The backs of her legs were covered, followed by her inner thighs and a little of her buttocks underneath her briefs. Nikki allowed her finger to brush her pussy for an instant before flipping the lid on the bottle. "All done, now me?"

Lauren repeated the process, covering Nikki's paler skin with a generous helping of cream, being less conservative about the areas she touched. Her hands wandered deep below her briefs and introduced a finger all the way along the valley between her buttocks. She popped the bottle back into the bag and lay back alongside Nikki, silent for some time, turning once or twice until Nikki became restless.

"Let's try the water!" Nikki suggested, jumping up and grimacing as her feet burned on the sand. She quickly sprang down to the water's edge and paddled while Lauren watched. She thought that she had lost some weight because in profile her bottom and thighs seemed thinner. Her breasts looked the same, large and pendulous as she leaned down and picked up a shell. Lauren joined her and they walked along the shore, the waves of the crystal clear water lapping at their feet as Lauren scanned the deserted clifftops. They were alone.

Plucking up courage, she took Nikki's hand, turned her round and pulled her closer. Their breasts met and Lauren felt the hot sensation of their bodies touching. She gulped at the absolute thrill that shot through her as the waves lapped at her feet and they kissed, their oiled skin slipping smoothly together. To her surprise, Nikki led her back to their towels, turned smiling at her and pulled down her bikini bottom. Lauren glanced around as though expecting to see a group of bystanders, but convinced yet again that the place was deserted, she stepped out of her tiny white briefs and took Nikki's hand again as they walked back into the water, both naked.  

The sensation of being naked outdoors made the blood surge through Lauren's body. She watched Nikki as she let go of her hand and swam, turning and smiling back at her. She could see the pale outline of her body as she trod water, her head bobbing up and down and her look of amazement as Lauren swam towards her.

"Hey, what about your ears?"

"They don't seem to get any problems now. Don't know why!" she said, testing the depth with her foot. She walked a little and again made sure that nobody was watching now they could see more of the other little beaches formed by the rockfalls. They swam away from their camp, heading for the next rockfall. Lauren was pleased that she could keep up with Nikki, and more than delighted to have found a beach that was so beautiful and unspoiled. As they neared the rock, she decided that it was time to rest, so pulled herself up out of the water and sat on the outcrop, glancing into the next beach to make sure that it too was unoccupied. Nikki joined her, dripping water onto the hot rock and watching it cascade back into the ocean. They leaned back, soaking up the sun gratefully as their breathing returned to normal.

Rested, they dropped onto the beach and walked hand in hand, exploring. Their nakedness forgotten, they chatted idly about the coast and country until Lauren mentioned that the whole area seemed dreamlike.

"Oh yeah, finish telling me about this man on the plane!" squealed Nikki.

"You'll never believe this, but he told me all about his girlfriend, and what they did the night before he left"

"What did you tell him?"

"About you and me"

"Oh thanks! Are you nuts?" she exclaimed.

"Hey, don't worry. I told him it was beautiful. And the whole idea was that we spent ten hours in each other's company, never having met before, and never to meet again"

Nikki looked concerned, stopping to look at the ground until Lauren told her the details of both stories. Lauren realised though that it had been silly to even mention it, knowing how much Nikki liked their affair to be private. She nestled into her and kissed her neck, sensing a movement of her head that said she was forgiven, then kissed up towards her ear. They walked again, hand in hand.

"Hey, have you ever thought that it would be good to go out with someone really old?" asked Nikki

"What, like twenty-something?"

"No! More like mid-thirties, even older?"

"Jeeze, you'd look so silly together. Everyone would look round" said Lauren, now deep in thought.

"OK, I know, but just think. They'd know everything about life. They'd have had sex thousands of times, maybe, and could teach you everything!"

Lauren stopped in her tracks and looked at Nikki. "I know what you mean. I really want to experience as much as possible. I think there must be so many things that I could be doing. When I find a husband, I want to be really good at everything. Not just sex."

"What, like cooking, house management?"

"Exactly. That's why this job is so useful, and I couldn't have found one that gave me more responsibility."

"Shame about the sex, then, eh?"

"Hmm."

"I know. On your wedding night, I could drop round and we could make it a threesome. Show him how experienced you are!" said Nikki.

"Great idea. No, really. There's more to life than what you learn at school."

"Wow, social issues on the beach. This is deep stuff!"

"I learned a lot with you." said Lauren, quietly.

"Me too" replied Nikki, seriously. " I can't imagine what it would be like not knowing you. I always smile at the naughty things we did." Nikki took her hand again. Lauren smiled, feeling the invisible bond between them strengthening with each step. "Emma is a beautiful girl"

"Hmm, she is." Lauren paused, trying to think of something innocent to say about her but her mind was a blank. She squeezed Nikki's hand as they ambled along, deciding that she wanted Nikki that instant. "Come with me" she whispered seductively, leading her down once more to the water's edge. They sat and watched the waves for a moment until Lauren leaned back and pulled Nikki down with her. This is what she had dreamed of, just like in the films she had seen. Two young lovers in the sun, naked, with waves lapping at their bodies as they kissed and caressed. Lauren felt the smoothness of her breast and toyed with her nipple as it rose to attention. Nikki closed her eyes and lay on her back, the water swirling at her feet and occasionally lapping at her thighs.


Chapter 19

Lauren kissed her lips lightly, tasting the suntan lotion on her tongue as she explored further, teasing her ears and neck and down quickly to her breasts. Nikki parted her legs and Lauren accepted the invitation to trail her tongue down her body, along her thigh and back round inside up to her vagina. Nikki grabbed her head and pushed her hard against her pussy, her actions rough and demanding as she bent her knees and Lauren knelt by her side. Lauren hadn't really thought about how she would bring her to orgasm when she planned the day, just that they would be beside the sea, hot and naked, but Nikki's movements indicated to her that she herself had ideas of her own. Lauren felt her right leg being moved towards Nikki's face and went with it, until she straddled her, offering her wet pussy to her face.

The urgency in Nikki's hands caused her own exploration to become fevered, her tongue moving up from her inner thighs onto her labia, around slowly in circles as she felt Nikki teasing her anus. Lauren moved closer to her inner sanctum, pushing her tongue against the gentle folds that marked the entrance, tasting the subtle mixture of suntan oil, sweat and sex as she pushed inside. Nikki gasped, parting Lauren's cheeks roughly with her hands, running her tongue back down from her anus and over her swollen lips. The sun warmed them both, causing little beads of perspiration to form over their entwined bodies.

Lauren shifted back a little, offering her clitoris to her tongue. They both trembled with the sheer power building up inside them, tonguing each others clitoris in the same languid, firm manner. Lauren introduced a finger slowly inside Nikki, careful not to push any sand inside her pussy as she stroked back and forth while Nikki reciprocated by toying with the entrance to her anus. Both girls sensed the imminence of their orgasms, and increased their loving with an urgency that was born out of love and pure desire. Lauren came first, her thighs gripping Nikki's shoulders as she valiantly tried to continue sucking Nikki's clitoris. Her finger plunged deep into her vagina as she felt Nikki push into her anus and then Nikki came, her muscular walls holding onto the finger making it almost impossible for Lauren to slip in a second alongside. She shook with the force of her release and felt the sea run through her hair and lap against Nikki's bottom. She rolled over on to her side, never letting go of Nikki, her body rigid and her mouth hard against her clitoris as Nikki shifted as well, burying her head between Lauren's legs as her finger twisted and turned, pushed and pulled inside her bottom. Their bodies regained the ability to move, and the aftermath washed over them, their hips bucking as though milking the very last precious drop of pleasure out of their mutual loving.

Slowly they disentangled, Lauren resting her head on Nikki's thigh so that she could see her beautiful pussy, the lips swollen and the entrance to her tunnel wet with satisfaction. Her thigh was smooth and warm against her cheek, and Lauren felt that she could curl up and go to sleep just lying there. She cuddled into her, feeling Nikki kissing her way closer to her pussy until she flicked at her labia, washing it like a cat might tend to her kitten.

They returned slowly to their camp, sunbathing for another half hour before Lauren made lunch - which really meant unwrapping the rolls and pouring a glass of wine. It seemed sensible to wear their T-shirts once again as the strength of the sun increased, but the bikini bottoms remained where they had left them. Lauren stretched out, propping herself up on an elbow while they talked, her T-Shirt riding erotically way up past her thigh, allowing both Nikki and the rays of the sun complete access to her thighs and her warm pussy.

Nikki brought Lauren up to date on the local news, of which there was very little. Lauren noticed as she talked that her whole demeanor had changed since they made love. She looked refreshed, relaxed and content with the world. Lauren was delighted and smiled at her lovingly, laughing with her and feeling totally at ease with her once again.

At just after one o'clock, they made their way back to the car, and forsaking their underwear yet again, drove back with only their T- shirts to hide the beginning of their complete tan. Lauren explained some of the differences between Switzerland and San Falino, especially in their house where the dress code seemed to be particularly lax.

"Yeah, I noticed!" commented Nikki.

"The children seem to be used to it, and don't let it affect them. Jamie was walking around the kitchen a few days ago with just his T-Shirt on as though it was perfectly normal."

"Well, I suppose if Emma knows what's under there it doesn't matter too much. She'll have to learn one day." said Nikki.

"Nik, it's more relaxed than you think. I'm not sure how to put this...."

"What, you mean she's touched him or something? That happens, when children are growing up, especially brother and sister" Nikki looked at Lauren, waiting for a response. There was silence as Lauren concentrated on the empty road. "Oh no, is this going to be confession time?"

"I think so. Nik, I just can't think how it happened. It seemed right at the time..."

"What? She touched his cock?" Nikki paused looking at her closely. "Worse?"

Lauren nodded, pursing her lips. She glanced briefly at her, concern and embarrassment etched on her face. Taking a deep breath, she dived into the turmoil that had played on her mind for almost two weeks, narrating the visit to the doctors, the ointment and her failure to resist her urges. Nikki was silent. With another deep breath she told of Jamie and how she had found them on the sofa, their refusal to obey her, and how she had resorted to simply protecting Emma against pregnancy.

"Jeeze, Lori, this could have got you thrown in jail. What if someone had caught you all? What if what's-her-name had come back two minutes earlier?" Nikki looked straight ahead, slowly shaking her head. "Look, I know you well, don't forget that. I can also sense something else, even if you're not aware of it. You're becoming very fond of Emma, maybe to the point of obsession."

"Don't be stupid! They're my responsibility, that's all. I have to look after them!"

"Look, I'm not saying I would have, or could have, done anything different. The words you used when you told me about the ointment weren't clinical, they were warm, they had feeling and they showed you crossed the line between administering medicine and making love to her. You've got to be so careful or you'll disappear in a San Falino jail and never be found again!"

Lauren drove in silence, replaying her words time and again, cautious before replying to choose the correct level of concern without souring the vacation. "I know you're right, honestly. I don't love her, I just care for her so much."

Nikki stared out of the passenger window for a while, then turned back to her friend. "I didn't mean to sound cross. Just don't get caught, perhaps that's what I want to say. And get her on the pill, or you'll really need that emergency money!" Nikki smiled at her as she squeezed her leg. Lauren knew what she meant, what she had left unspoken. When they were Emma's age they had experimented together, involving her brother at one stage as they took a crash course in sex. Lauren had convinced herself many times that the episode had laid the foundation for their understanding and trust. What concerned her was that she had to repeatedly convince herself.

Lauren pulled into the driveway, stopped outside the house and switched off the engine. A glance over to Nikki reassured her that she had been absolutely correct to tell her everything. She looked down, humbled by her understanding, then leaned across slowly, her eyes fluttering closed as she neared, and kissed her lingeringly on the lips. She inhaled slowly, caressing her face gently with her hand, sensing the warmth of her tongue, the alcohol of the wine and the feint aroma of what had been her own sexual satisfaction. With her eyes closed, she was quite unaware of Emma in her bedroom, watching and waiting for her return.

"Lauren. hey, Lauren! Did you see the convoy?" asked Emma breathlessly.

"What convoy?"

"Troops, going up through Boquette. One of the cleaners said they were going to the North, ready for the election."

"No, we were on the beach. Didn't see anyone."

"It's so exciting, isn't it? I wonder what will happen tomorrow?" said Emma.

"Don't know. Probably nothing. Anyway, have you finished with school today?"

"Yeah, Quintero told us all about the Nationalists. Again." said Jamie, poking his head out from the lounge.

"No maths, English, science. Just Local history?" asked Nikki.

"Not even local history. He told us about the food shortages and why it wasn't being delivered up to the north. And he thinks there's going to be a general strike against the government. Anyway, I don't think we'll see him for a while. He's so busy with the elections. Oh, and Mum rang to say that she would be home in about two days. Dad has gone to Geneva, but will be back for the Ambassadors trip to Caracas to which, of course, I'm not invited."

"We're going to the Inca temple this afternoon. Want to come with us? Probably more educational than this mornings lesson!" suggested Lauren. She shut the front door and dumped the lunch things in the kitchen. Emma and Jamie just stared at her as she tipped out the cups and half eaten rolls. She turned from the sink, realising there was silence behind her. Nikki was staring at her wide-eyed, and as she studied the children, she noticed the bulge in Jamie's swimming trunks. Forcing her eyes back up to Nikki, she frowned. "What's wrong"

"Er, you forgot to put your bikini back on!" said Nikki, smiling.

"Oh god!" she shrieked, pulling her T-Shirt lower down her hips. The bulge in Jamie's trunks was substantial, and had now been noticed by the other girls.

"Jamie, your thing has woken up!" laughed Emma without the slightest hint of embarrassment.

"Oh, that reminds me!" giggled Nikki, pulling her own T-Shirt down.

"OK, OK, that's enough!" said Lauren firmly, walking out towards her bedroom. She stared at the floor as she walked, shaking her head in annoyance. She changed into a bra and knickers, pulling on a white skirt and trying on the new cardigan that had arrived with Nikki. It wasn't sexy, but there was something about the way her breasts could be seen when it was only half buttoned up that appealed to her.

Lauren was pleased with herself that day, driving her little family around, visiting sites of interest and getting some real value out of the car. It seemed strange that the monument was only half an hour from Boquette, yet Emma and Jamie had never visited it. In fact, Emma didn't even know it was there. Nikki took a whole reel of film, bought postcards and guide books and did all the tourist things expected of her. Returning at just after seven o'clock, they ate in a cafe in Boquette using Elizabeth's credit card as instructed. By nine the weather had turned from a starlit evening into a blustery, cold night, with the temperature way down near fifty degrees. Drizzle hit the windscreen as they drove home, and the first rumbles of thunder could be heard in the distance as they prepared for bed. Emma looked concerned with the approaching weather, reminding Jamie that she hated storms at night.

Lauren and Nikki sat in the lounge after her charges had gone to bed, chatting about old times and life in general. They moved into her lounge with a bottle of local wine at ten o'clock to see the news. Not that they could understand the words, but the pictures were really all that was required. Each news item seemed to be accompanied by a map showing trouble spots in the north, followed by footage of peasants being arrested and taken away in army trucks.

"There's going to be trouble here!" said Nikki.

"You think so?" asked Lauren. Deciphering the news from Spanish was tricky, although some of the words were obvious enough. The film footage made some sense on its own anyway which had helped Lauren keep reasonably up to date with events.

"Yeah" she said, nodding at the television. "I think what he just said was that most of the north has power outages, and that schools are closed until after the election. No news about the troops going north, though. Oh, look!" Lauren saw pictures of supermarkets stripped of everything except luxury goods and strange stuff like shoe polish and greeting cards. There were scenes of old peasant women lining up in front of standpipes in the streets, waiting impatiently for water. An uneasy feeling came over her for the first time. She turned to Nikki.

"Perhaps we ought to stock up on some stuff again. We made a trip out last week for basics. Perhaps we ought to get more." suggested Lauren.

"Can't hurt, can it?" said Nikki, sliding over the sofa towards Lauren. She slipped under her arm and snuggled into her breast, still watching the news. Lauren hugged her close as Nikki put her arm around her back.

"I'm glad you're here, it's been so lonely without you." whispered Lauren.

"Same back in Andelburg, believe me. I really need to go somewhere more sophisticated. Boquette's a pretty lively spot, right?"

"It's OK!" she said, defensively. "I love the life here. It's an experience I really needed."

"You missed a few good parties back home. Jacques had a good one, all night. We swam in the lake. Got home at about nine the next morning, all muddy. Got groped by someone from the University. Had his hands round my bum within seconds."

"Have you seen my Mum?"

"Once, while I was shopping. She seemed fine. The same!"

"Did you think about me?"

"Course!" said Nikki, sliding her hand underneath the little white skirt and over to her hip. Lauren felt the warmth of her familiar touch. She knew that it would develop into no more than a cuddle, but that was exactly what she needed at that moment. "I think of you a lot." Lauren hugged her, kissing the top of her head as she pressed her closer to her chest. Their legs entwined as much as the small sofa would allow, their bodies tightly pressed together as the television news drew to a close. "I can hear your heart beating!" whispered Nikki, her nose poking between the buttons of her cardigan and into the firmness of her breasts.

"Just let me know if it gets too noisy"

"Then what?"

"Then I'll tell you why it's so loud!" she said, caressing the side of Nikki's face.

"I think I'm going to bed, Lori" said Nikki, her hand gliding over the firm fabric of her knickers. Lauren knew that she was looking over her ruffled skirt and between her legs as she toyed with the elastic and gently rubbed the very top of her vagina.

"OK" said Lauren, releasing her from her embrace. She hadn't expected anything else to happen that night, given their release of passion on the beach.

"Lori, had you been to that beach before?" she asked, sitting up on the sofa.

"Once"

"With who?"

"Nobody. Just to make sure it was perfect for today. Did you like the place?"

Nikki rested her hand on Lauren's leg, smiling. "Of course I did. It's our special place, eh?" Nikki kissed her and glided out of the room.

"Call me if you get lonely!" she whispered after her.

  Chapter 20

Turning the bath taps on, Lauren stripped, once again so pleased to be able to wander from her bedroom into the lounge and bathroom quite naked. At home she used to wear so many layers! The bath filled slowly as she stretched out on the sofa, her feet on the floor as her head rested on the arm so she could see the television. She rested her hands between her parted legs, pleased with the ready moisture that she found. Bringing her fingers to her nose, she reveled in the sweet scent of herself that never failed to remind her of Nikki.

She sat back against the sofa and started to lewdly rub herself in front of the weatherman. She laughed as she licked her lips, suggestively pouting at him as he explained the storm coming from the north and how it would swell the rivers. Ignoring her as she cupped her breasts at him, he showed his chart for the next three days, indicating the storm would have passed by midday, the temperatures back into the mid-seventies for the election. She was elated, giggling to herself like a schoolgirl as she realised how lucky she was. Her own room, Nikki with her, and two children that seemed to have become less unruly. Plus of course the trust of their parents who left them alone for long periods of time, even in the changing political climate.

She soaked for half an hour as she thought about life, listening to the rumbles of the storm slowly subside until they had completely disappeared by the time she dried herself. Pulling on a fresh pair of knickers, she slid into bed and cuddled her pillow, falling asleep within seconds.

The house was quiet for almost an hour before the wind picked up, rippling the surface of the swimming pool and bending the long thin branches of the shrubs in the garden. Last year's dead leaves tumbled along the ground. Nikki got up briefly to visit the toilet before tip-toeing to her bed and going straight back to sleep. The only occasional sound was the fridge in the kitchen starting up, gurgling rudely for several seconds and then humming. The distant flashes of lighting could be seen, many miles to the north as the storm grew slowly in it's intensity.

Lauren slowly came to the conclusion that she was awake, and with annoyance decided that it was the storm that had woken her. The wind whistled outside as the rain lashed against her window, swirling around, battering against the glass as though beckoning her outdoors.

"Lori!"

Lauren jumped, her mouth falling open and her heart beating furiously as she searched the darkness for the source of the sound. It was too real to be the wind but it nevertheless beckoned her with breathless urgency.

"Wh...."

"Lori, it's me. I can't sleep. I'm scared!"

A flash of lightning silouhetted the young girl against her window, the outline of her hair confirming that Emma was standing by her bed.

"Oh!" She exhaled loudly. "Go to sleep. It's only a storm!" she said, quietly reassuring her.

"I can't. I can't sleep alone."

Lauren glanced at her bedside table, the clock indicating in big red numbers that it was just after two in the morning. If she sent her out, she might go and stay with Nikki. Although that was unlikely, Lauren couldn't even think about Emma spending the night with her. Nothing would happen, she was sure, but it left her with an uneasy feeling. The alternative was that she would slip into bed with Jamie. Now, something would certainly happen if she stayed with him. If she sent her back to her room, that could cause problems in the morning. Or she might simply get up again and walk around the house all night.

"Come on then. Try and get some sleep!" said Lauren, pulling the covers up to allow her in on her left. Emma wore a long night-shirt that came down almost to her knees.

"Oh, you're so warm. Thanks, I just hate lightning at night!"

"Shh, head up a minute." Lauren slipped her arm around Emma and pulled her close, wrapping them both in the thin cotton sheet. Emma rested her head on her shoulder and put her arm around her waist. Lauren stared wide-eyed at the ceiling, aware of the lightning between the crack in the curtains, praying that Emma would remain still, removing any temptation from her way. She nestled in closer and Lauren sensed she was smiling, her breath drifting across her breasts as she settled. Her heart beat strongly, noisily, and she feared it might stop Emma from sleeping. The little girl's lips were inches away from her nipples and she cursed herself for not wearing a T-Shirt. At least, she thought, she had decided to put some knickers on that night. Within five minutes though, and despite the storm outside, there was calm in the room and Emma slept. Ten minutes later, Lauren too was asleep, dreaming about rivers and her desperate search (in the most unlikely places) for waterproof boots.

She woke again at just after four o'clock, her left arm numb. She turned to Emma, smiling to herself as she listened to her regular breathing. The storm sounded like it was returning and Lauren really wanted to move her arm without waking her. She tried to pull it up above her head but Emma wouldn't move. Lauren kissed her loudly on her forehead.

"Hey, excuse me!" she whispered. Her arm moved enough to allow the blood to flow again.

"What?" said Emma, half asleep.

"It's OK, I just wanted my arm back! Go to sleep again"

Emma snuggled into her again, her head remaining on her shoulder, but her lips slightly closer to her nipple. Lauren's heart skipped several beats, surely deafening the girl. Emma hugged her tighter, letting her left hand move slowly over her stomach and come to rest just underneath her breasts. Lauren stared at ceiling, frozen rigid as she calculated the positions of the girl's lips and hands, determining the inference of each as she waited for the next move.

"I feel so safe here!"

"Shh!"

Lauren could feel the warmth of the girl, her tiny hands floating gently over her and sensed her legs moving. Then her hand moved up from below her breast, trailed over her nipple and touched the side of her face.

"What?"

Emma looked up and stretched to kiss her lips. "Thanks!"

Alarm bells rang in her head. She had no doubt, even with that faintest of kisses, that Emma wanted more. The young girl's soft cheek rubbed against her own as she slid down further, kissing as she nestled into her shoulder, across her chest until she rested with her tongue on her nipple.

"Emma, this is wrong. You can't do this!" she said. But she didn't have the power to throw her off, only to look down and see, against the pale light of the storm clouds, the outline of her lips approaching her nipple, her tongue reaching out again. Lauren was stunned by the little girl's ability to arouse her, the subtle changes in

pressure and variation in loving that hardened her nipple so quickly that it ached.

"No, stop, please. Please Emma, no more!" she whispered, defeat in her voice. She closed her legs, feeling the stirring between them as she recognised the bubbling and stomach churning sensation that was the precursor to an orgasm. She threw her head back against the pillow, her mind racing faster than her heart. Panic set in as she felt Emma slide across to the other nipple. Her long blonde hair brushed across her shoulder, the clean, healthy smell of chlorine and shampoo wafting up to trigger a million mental messages. She knew Emma's night-shirt had ridden up her body as the heat from the girl's stomach and legs warmed her thighs.

"Oh Emma!" she sobbed, grabbing the girl forcibly by the arms. She pushed her down against the pillow making her squeal. Lauren sat up, towering over her as she stared into her wild eyes. Her beautiful face and hair shone in the pale light as the noise of their breathing battled with that of the wind. Although she knew she was at the cross-roads there was only one path that she could take.

Lauren took hold of the little girl's night-shirt and pulled it roughly over her breasts so that it bunched around her neck, exposing her breasts and naked body. Like a vampire, she sank onto her nipples, sucking and licking as her hands explored the tender softness of her waist and young thighs. Emma bent her left leg and held Lauren's head in her arms tightly as her kisses moved from her breasts back to her mouth and to the tongue that was waiting for her. She lay back on the pillow and settled slowly into kissing her full on the mouth, exploring her, probing and delighting as Emma responded with gentle caresses and sighs.

For several minutes, Lauren brushed her lips against Emma's, exploring along her jawline towards her ears and neck, causing the little girl to squeal and giggle with delight. Lauren's hands then traced a line from her neck down over her breasts to her thighs, touching her knees lightly and then her inner thighs. Back and forth her hands explored, as she satisfied herself that Emma was delightfully aroused and anxious for even more sensuous loving. Lauren pushed her T-Shirt up further, guiding it over her head and letting it drop quietly to the floor. Thrills shot through her body as their breasts touched, the feel of her naked body hot and taut against her own.

Emma parted her legs slightly as Lauren introduced her fingers to her buttocks and the backs of her legs. She smiled as she felt how thin her thighs were, her fingers sensing a tremble bubbling beneath Emma's skin. Lauren inched towards her pussy, rubbing her foot up and down the little girl's silky legs, causing her thighs to part and allow Lauren total access to her warm, tanned pleasure center. Her mind told her it was not too late to stop, but without a second's deliberation she slid her finger along the moist slit that would so soon reveal the ultimate jewel. With her fingers gently caressing her pussy, Lauren slid back up to kiss Emma's lips, tasting their warmth and sweetness, giving her such elation and utter pleasure that she was unsure whether to laugh, cry or simply sing out loud.

Lauren kissed down towards her tiny breasts once again as she traced the gentle folds of her labia with her fingers, spreading the dampness around, easing her open, pushing down from her vulva towards her bottom. Her lips glided over the surface of her stomach, touching down occasionally to peck at her soft skin, to lick her and nibble as she moved inexorably towards her ultimate goal, the thirteen year olds sex. She moved between her legs and knelt as she took hold of her legs while pushing her palms under her bottom. She kissed the few pubic hairs that had grown back since she shaved her, swirling her tongue around as Emma became wetter, moaning as she teased at the entrance to her vagina. The lips unfolded to reveal the wet entrance, and Lauren saw in a flash of lighting the real beauty of the girl, her young thighs and the taught tendons, her pussy and the tiny breasts that were marked above by the nipples that crowned them. Lauren was consumed by passion, pushing her onto her side so that she could lay her head on her silky thigh and continue to explore her treasure cave.

Emma was moaning constantly now, pawing at her breasts while Lauren introduced her tongue into her vagina, releasing a gush of pure girl over her lips, the thick, virginal nectar coating her tongue. Rolling her onto her back once again, she teased the folds around her entrance, licking and probing, darting up occasionally to coax her clitoris out from its protective hood. Emma raised her hips, pushing herself against Lauren's face, her clitoris hard against her nose as the tongue sank back into her vagina. Emma squealed, rocking and moaning as Lauren measured the feelings coming from the little girl, judging that she was on the verge of orgasm. She slid round to her side and pulled her parted legs back with her left hand while gently inserting two wet fingers into her pussy. Slowly, she built up speed, flicking at her clitoris with her tongue, pushing it then licking around it in circles as Emma's movements became more demanding, rocking in time with Lauren's fingers. Emma grabbed her knees and pulled hard, squashing her tiny breasts flat as she grunted and froze rigid. Lauren clasped her lips around her clitoris and sucked hard, her fingers pushing deep inside her. She moved a finger to her tight anus and pushed gently, not entering but giving her body yet another sensory input. Lauren could feel the strong, tight muscles of her vagina pulsing with delight as her fingers fought to move back and forth, prolonging her orgasm. She kept her mouth on her clitoris for almost a minute until a long groan from Emma told her to pull back slightly and lick down to her fingers and sample the wonderful taste. Very gently, she let go of her legs, allowing her to put her feet back on the bed. She could feel her shaking, her breathing rasping and uneven as the two girls lay side by side, Lauren facing her with her arms tightly around her. She knew that Emma was crying and kissed the droplets of sweat from her forehead gently before pulling the covers up to keep them both warm. As her sobbing subsided, she licked at the glistening tears on her cheeks. Emma hugged her close, snuggling deeper into the bed.

For almost an hour, Lauren consoled her, kissing her gently, whispering to her like a mother to her injured child. Lauren's hands behaved, caressing her face, neck and stomach but avoiding more sensitive areas. Emma cried again, Lauren recognizing the crescendo and pattern of her sobbing from their time at the piano. As the storm subsided, Emma moved against her slowly, pushing Lauren onto her back. She felt her legs part and straddle her own, the wetness of her young thighs matting the soft down of her own aching mound. Emma clutched her tightly, a tear occasionally running down her cheek and onto Lauren's breast. The young girl sniffed.

"Lori, that was so beautiful." she whispered at last, snuggling into her. She felt Emma searching for her hand, then pulling her fingers up to her mouth. Lauren gasped as Emma sucked and licked at the two fingers that had been inside her, sampling her own juices and the cause of her glorious orgasm. The tiny tongue lapped around them, between them, spreading warmth and the most sensual of feelings. Lauren pulled her closer still, feeling a hand covering her breast. She stared at the ceiling once again, desperate to find protection against what she knew would surely happen. She could hear her mother's advice, her concerns about the job, and knew full well that she would cry just like Emma if she found out, but not from pleasure. Nikki's comments and warnings echoed in her mind    once again, not even twelve hours old, the truth and accuracy of those prophecies beyond doubt. But the warmth of the girl against her, the beauty of her loving and her appreciation of their experience once again became her guiding star that tempestuous night. She felt Emma's tongue flick at her nipple, just once. A tingle ran through her, adrenaline pumped in her veins and lust surged in her loins.

"Emma, please don't" she whispered, "No, please, please!"

She felt dizzy with the sensation of her touch, unable to see her except in the palest of lights. Lauren's body thrilled with their encounter in the dead of night, her senses telling tales of touch and smell and sound as the sweetest girl breathed on her breast, stoking the fire of absolute lust, building inside her a frantic craving that felt

equal to the power of the elements outside.

"Emma, my love. We can't!" she said. She heard the words leave her lips, and shut her eyes, praying that Emma would continue.

With tiny hands, so soft and young, Emma squeezed her breasts together, pushing them upwards as if experimenting with them. Lauren stroked her hair, running her fingers through the golden strands that fell down over her shoulders. Emma cupped her right breast as she took the nipple between her teeth and gently pulled at it with the same skill and thought as Nikki might have done. Working around the nipple in increasing circles she licked round the whole shape of her, diving into the valley between her breasts and surfacing once again on the firm underside before climbing back up to the wonderful peak and the tingling nipple waiting for her attention.

"Oh yes, that's so good. You're so beautiful." said Lauren, gripping the pillow behind her head with both hands. Every nerve in her body seemed to convey the intense eroticism of the gentle caresses being lavished silently on her by the unseen teenager.

Emma moved across, repeating her tour, exploring, learning and loving her to a point where Lauren parted her legs and eased Emma between them, resigned to the fact that she had no control over her desires for the girl. She wrapped her legs around Emma's thighs, feeling her soft stomach against her pussy, then brought her feet up the backs of Emma's legs, opening her own pussy and pulling the little girl deeper into her lair. Lauren couldn't understand how the young girl could know so much, be so proficient at love making, but the thought evaporated when Emma slid down her body, kissing on her way to her navel as her small breasts brushed against Lauren's thighs, marking the way for her lips that would surely follow.

Lauren's heart pounded against her ribs as she arched her back, urging the girl lower with every caress until her tongue teased underneath the waistband of her knickers. Lauren felt Emma exploring, following the material down to her legs and along the elastic of the gusset. She opened her legs wider still, pushing her mound higher into the air as if begging Emma to take her knickers down and explore deeper. She felt her tongue move across the wet material to the other side of her pussy, flicking at the few hairs that poked from within, pushing at the material and along her trembling vulva. And then to her delight, Emma caressed her buttocks, taking hold of the underside of her knickers and pulling gently down.

"Oh...!" was all she could say. Her heart beat frantically in expectation, as her pubic hair was exposed and her knickers just cleared her buttocks. Emma pushed her down into the bed and ran her tongue through the tight curls, before exploring across the top of her thighs and the warmth of the pure softness between her legs and labia. The muscles in her long tanned legs rippled with pleasure, pulling Emma tighter still as her feet rode up over her bottom. Lauren knew she was close to orgasm even then. The very thought of having Emma between her legs had been the subject of several masturbatory fantasies, fueling her lurid imagination. Two young hands took hold of the underside of her knickers and pulled them further down her thighs, past her knees. Lauren reveled as the silkiness of Emma's warm body glided over her own as she guided her knickers over first one foot then the other.

The sweet tongue flicked at her feet, teasing as though waiting for Lauren to plead for her return. But without any such request, Emma kissed her way up her legs and sought her labia, slipping immediately between the lips and searching out her innermost secrets. She jerked upwards into almost a sitting position as Emma's tongue found the entrance to her vagina. She grabbed her head, pulling her hard between her legs, not caring whether she could breath. Lauren then slid her hands feverishly under her own bottom, pulling the cheeks apart as far as possible, hastening the arrival of her dream. It hit her with a force that knocked her back against the headboard as Emma continued to lap around her vagina and probe her wet pussy. She felt her vagina spasming uncontrollably as she pushed herself countless times into Emma's face. Gradually, she regained the ability to breath and cried out more than once, not caring if the rest of the town heard. Emma held her tight, leaving her clitoris well alone and concentrating on her musky cave as she forced her tongue as deep as possible into the heat of her pussy. Dizziness flooded Lauren's mind as she bit the pillow and rolled onto her side, taking Emma with her between her legs. She breathed hard as the tremors slowly subsided, Emma licking delightfully over her thigh, her hot breath sending tiny trembles through her aching muscles.

Emma remained locked between her legs, much to the delight of Lauren, resting on her thigh and pecking at her labia as a reminder that she was there. She felt her soft cheek against her thigh and the stickiness of their love running from her pussy, over Emma's tongue and onto her leg. Lauren luxuriated in the afterglow of their lovemaking, shuddering at the thought of how wonderful she felt. She pulled the covers over them both, way over her head, and then turned round, burrowing down to find Emma in the darkness, touching her face and snuggling up against her as they entwined, embraced and giggled. Their tongues met as Emma shared the sweet love she had found between Lauren's legs. They felt safe in their little warm tent, detached from the world, the storm and the cruel north wind; even detached from the rest of the house. Chapter 21    With the exception of regular phone calls, Elizabeth and Gustav left   Lauren alone to run the house for days on end. As the days passed   the troubles in the north grew and spread, the relationship souring   between the government and the populace and every new day   heralding further sources of discontent. The electricity supply failed   for an hour on the day before the election, causing the children to   abandon the house for the cooler patio.     Two days before the election - and to Lauren's surprise - Nikki   decided that she would curtail her holiday and take a flight back to   Zurich three days later. Citing the trouble in the country she felt it   was better that she was home, and called her parents to let them   know her itinerary. Lauren was disappointed but understood as   Nikki spelt out the reasons for her departure.     All four of the children decided to visit another local monument, an   Inca shrine that had been built thousands of years previously. Once   again, Nikki snapped away like a dedicated tourist and Jamie and   Emma looked in bewilderment at the colossal structure. Lauren was   amused to see that Nikki still occasionally brushed against Jamie,   allowing him to hold her hand as they carefully climbed the steep   steps up to the summit of the shrine.     After lunch, the electricity failed again and Lauren wandered back   to her room to change into her bikini, then made her way out to the   patio to join the others. Nikki had already taken one of the sunbeds,   and Jamie had strategically positioned himself beside her on the   floor with a commanding view down the front of her bikini top and   the chasm of her cleavage. She was amused by their whispered   conversation, the way he toyed with the edge of the sunbed and the   beginnings of a familiar shape in his trunks.    Lauren laid down and watched Emma floating in the pool, her   bikini top discarded on the steps as her tan received a top-up. Nikki   handed Jamie the suntan lotion and offered him her back. He flicked   the lid and poured a very generous quantity onto his right hand,   then massaged it into her skin from her shoulders down underneath   her bra strap and just under her briefs. He turned to Lauren and   smiled, a wicked grin on his face. Lauren smiled weakly, knowing   his intentions and wanting no part of his plan.    To Lauren's irritation, they flirted for almost an hour, Jamie   kneeling beside her reclined seat, crudely rubbing his cock through   his swimming trunks against the wooden frame. She recalled Nikki's   advice on the way home from the beach, and how she had   cautioned her about becoming involved with the children. She   folded her arms, huffing occasionally, pursing her lips as Nikki and   Jamie engaged in the most meaningless conversation.     His approach was unaccomplished, something that Lauren thought   she should expect given his age. Especially, she realised, since he   was fully aware that Nikki was at least three years his senior. She   looked at his legs, a mass of almost ginger hairs over his thighs and   shins, the muscles strong, tendons pronounced down to his feet.   Nikki had parted her legs by a few inches, and Lauren watched as   she occasionally ground her pelvis into the fabric of the seat, an   action that Jamie probably wouldn't understand.    The children looked up almost at the same time, realising that   something had occurred. They looked around and at each other,   then realise that the swimming pool pump had stopped, the flow of   water over the surrounding brickwork reduced to a trickle.    "Perhaps the pump's bust again?" suggested Emma, swimming over   to the shallow end. She hauled herself out of the water. Lauren was   surprised to see that she still had her bikini bottom in place.     "The air conditioning is off as well." said Jamie, returning from the   utility room. "In the house. Must be a power cut." They groaned.   Even at four o'clock the temperature was warm enough to heat the   house and make the night unbearable. She wondered how the locals   managed during the summer. The lack of air conditioning subdued   them, even though they were outdoors. The thought of a night   drenched underneath a single sheet didn't appeal to Emma or Jamie,   and Lauren could only guess that it was uncomfortable. By six   o'clock the light was fading, and Jamie rummaged in the garage for   paraffin lamps. He found two, a big red monster with cobwebs over   the handle and another smaller black one. He shook them both. Half   full.    Lauren wandered into the house and prepared a cold meat salad and   pasta while she could still see, then beckoned the others inside.   They sat at the kitchen table in the warmth of the afternoon,   windows open and the slightest of breezes blowing through the   room.    "Last time it lasted about twelve hours" said Emma, recalling the   outage they had four months before. "It's not so bad, at least we   have the pool." she said, helping herself to another mound of pasta.   Lauren smiled, never having really cooked for so many others   before.     After their meal they washed up by the light from both lanterns and   then disappeared to change. Lauren took out her father's long   cotton shirt and buttoned it up, smiling at his size and the extra   room inside. She sat on the sofa in the lounge, legs curled up.   Emma had dressed similarly in a cool cotton shirt that Lauren hadn't   seen before, squatting on the floor in front of the defunct television,

white knickers bright between her legs.    Jamie locked the house up then joined them, strategically inserting   himself between Lauren and Nikki on the sofa. He turned to Nikki,   chatting about Switzerland and what she was going to do as a   career. Lauren soon got the picture that she was superfluous to   their interests and slipped to the floor, joining Emma who was   thumbing through a magazine. Although it was only eight thirty   Lauren decided that she would have a shower (if possible) and get   an early night. She rose and bid goodnight to the others, slipping   silently along the corridor to her room. Five minutes later she heard   the sound of Emma's door closing    Lauren showered quickly, the water still warm and soothing. She   slipped into bed, still wearing the big white shirt but forsaking her   knickers, arguing that it would be too warm without the air   conditioning. She knew though that there was little chance of sleep,   not while it was so early and, more importantly, while Jamie was   next door with her best friend in the darkness, no doubt comparing   tan lines. She thought of Emma, and how she looked topless,   realising that even though they had made love in that very bed, she   had only seen the briefest glimpse of her totally naked during one   brief flash of lightning.    She slipped out of bed, pulling the shirt down her thighs, and   opened the door very carefully. Within seconds she heard the   giggling, Nikki's sighing interspersed with Jamie's deeper tones. She   judged that they were kissing on the sofa. A thrill ran through her,   pleased for Nikki and amused by the irony of her lectures against   becoming involved and being locked away in a jail somewhere. She   slipped out of her room and crept along the hallway. The sounds   continued as she sat just outside the lounge on the cold marble   floor, listening to Emma's reactions growing in intensity. She crept   along the hall on her hands and knees like a sniper, peering round   the corner with one eye. They were both on the floor, between the   sofa and the coffee table. The light from the little lantern was   deliberately poor, but she recognized the pale shapes of Nikki's   breasts where her T-Shirt had been pushed up. She guessed that   Jamie had pushed his leg between Nikki's as he lay above her,   rubbing against her sex.     Lauren sneaked closer, still outside the lounge, hidden in the   darkness of the hallway like an animal stalking its prey. She lay on   her tummy, legs crossed, the coldness of the floor pressed against   her pussy and breasts, watching.     Nikki lost her T-Shirt, throwing it with abandon and a hushed   giggle across the room as she wrapped her arms around his neck.   They kissed deeply, his hands crudely pawing her while she felt   down towards his shorts. Lauren had seen Nikki make love to a boy   once before, when they were much younger and so inexperienced.   She enjoyed the idea of spectating unseen from the darkness as her   lover found alternative satisfaction. Nikki tugged at his shorts,   pulling them halfway down his thighs and allowing his cock to   spring out, pointing directly at her face. She gripped his balls and   massaged with her hand, feeling his looseness and coaxing his cock   into full strength. Jamie responded with a groan that was too loud   for the occasion, leaning towards her to kiss her lips and down to   her nipples. Lauren was pleased to see him push his hand under her   back, helping her body off the floor as she arched her back giving   their silhouette a classic outline.     Lauren squirmed on the floor, opening her legs as she rocked gently   backwards and forwards. A movement caught her eye and she was   about to scream when she felt the warm hand on her thigh and   realised that Emma had also heard the noise and decided to see   what was happening in the lounge. She drew alongside Lauren and   joined her, their bodies warm and snug as they exchanged silent   glances. Lauren smiled at her as she entwined her legs with Emma's   and returned to the live action.    Nikki was naked, while Jamie still had his trunks around his ankles,   a problem that Nikki solved by making him kneel as she pulled them   off. She slid towards him and took hold of his cock, rubbing the   length a few times before taking him slowly in her mouth. Lauren   felt Emma tighten her grip on her legs as acknowledgment of the   sensuality of the moment. Jamie caressed Nikki's face as she   increased her stroking, gripping his bottom as she pulled him as   deep as possible. Lauren knew that he would come in a few   moments, and Nikki had decided the same.    "Hey, take me like this!" she whispered, leaning across the sofa   with her feet on the floor, presenting her bottom to him. "Lick me,   nice and slowly? Please?"    Jamie shuffled across to her and knelt on her left side, pressing his   left hand on her back while his right hand pushed her cheeks apart.   Nikki rested her head on the sofa, looking behind at his dim shape   in the pale light. Jamie leaned down, licking and nuzzling into the   valley between her bottom cheeks, tracing a line along the length,   across her anus and down through the lush opening to her vagina.   Nikki moaned, squirmed and presented her bottom higher in the air   as he licked back and forth, dwelling on her anus then on her inner   lips, teasing her clitoris in a manner that seemed to surprise Nikki   and certainly surprised his audience.    Nikki reached behind, gripping his cock and pulling him closer,   signaling that she was more than ready for him. He approached   while she took her bottom cheeks and pulled them apart, once again   pushing her bottom higher into the air, exposing her golden-haired   pussy to his cock. Lauren drew in a deep breath, excited that she   would hear her friend squeal as he plunged into her, knowing   exactly how Nikki's muscles and folds of skin felt at that very      moment. Jamie took his cock and moved it up and down slowly   over her gaping vagina, teasing slightly as he found the opening and   pushed in. His hands moved to her hips as he gripped and then   pushed slowly and firmly inside her, groaning as the firm vaginal   walls gripped his cock, preparing to drain him of everything he   could offer.    He withdrew slowly again, and then pushed in quickly. Nikki   gasped as his balls slapped against her thighs. She turned her head   and gripped the cushions of the sofa, maintaining position as his   movements became firmer, more assured and his stroking had an   increased effect on her. Lauren knew that Nikki was coming from   the pattern of her breathing, could almost count down the seconds   until that wave of pleasure knocked her over in its path. Nikki   changed from being passive to pushing back against him every time   he plowed into her, maximising the power in the stroke and causing   a slapping noise as their bodies met. Her breathing changed to a   regular squeak in time with the young boy until she stopped and   cried out. He continued as she came, her vagina squeezing him   tight, increasing the pressure and pleasure on his weapon until he   almost stumbled in his stroke, jerked unnaturally, and then   recovered with a groan and frantic pumping into her pussy.     He collapsed on her back, nibbling her ears. Nikki reached round   and stroked his thigh as though to thank him. Lauren turned to   Emma, inferring that the show was over, and slid back along the   floor towards her room. She watched as Emma did the same,   staying low and silent as they retreated from their vantage point.   Lauren was fully aware of what was going to happen. She knew   that Emma would want to come into her bed but she didn't want   company that night, even Emma. The night was special for Nikki   and Jamie and she didn't want to spoil it with shrieks and groans   from the other end of the house.    She opened her doorway, waving goodnight, and half closed the   door. She felt Emma approaching.     "No, tonight's not a good night, sweety. See you in the morning!"   she said in the faintest of whispers. She knew that Emma nodded   and saw her make her way back to her own room. She slipped into   bed, pleased with herself and overjoyed for Nikki. She slept   soundly, the need for her own relief forgotten.    The next morning, Nikki had a wicked look in her eyes, and Lauren   couldn't help smiling when they were alone in the kitchen.    "What's funny?" asked Nikki.    "Did you sleep well?"    "Fine, thanks" replied Nikki seriously. Unable to keep a straight   face any longer, she smiled broadly. "Why?"    "Oh, nothing" said Lauren, opening the fridge for milk.    "OK, so I broke my own rule! It was so good though!"    Lauren turned and laughed. "I know, I saw!"    "What?" squealed Nikki. "You were watching? How could you do   that to me you fat tart?"    "And Emma!" laughed Lauren. "We were on the floor outside."    "Emma!" she asked in a squeaky voice. "Did you take her back to   your room?"    Lauren's face was deadly serious. "No, of course not! Why?"    "I heard you two!"    Wide-eyed, Lauren grinned wickedly. They both laughed, embraced   and looked at each other in wonder and amazement.


Chapter 22    Nikki's visit brought home to Lauren not only the strength of their   friendship but also the value of Nikki's advice. She had been correct   about many things in their teen years - especially the character of   Lauren's few boyfriends - so that she regarded her as level headed   in times of crisis.    As a result, two decisions were simple to make. Firstly, that she   should try and convince Emma that their night of love-making was   a one-time occurrence that resulted from her fear of storms, and   secondly that she would encourage Felix's friendship. Nikki was   absolutely correct. She needed a boyfriend more than she needed an   under-age girlfriend that would get her locked away. Secretly   though, she still wanted to appear nonchalant towards Felix, rather   than dragging him into her bedroom and ripping his clothes off.   Lauren was convinced that he would respect her more in the longer   term if she allowed him to regard her as a conquest.    During her stay, the two girls ventured out of the house each day at   a respectable hour, becoming frequent visitors to the market in   Boquette and almost regulars at the cafe and the two cheaper   restaurants in the main square. Two-hour lunches seemed to be the   general rule in the town, and they both vowed to do nothing to   upset the tradition. Arriving at just after eleven o'clock, they would   have coffee, followed by one of the local dishes, wine and further   coffee. By one-thirty - even two sometimes - they would wander   back to the car and drive home. Occasionally, Lauren would realise   that she was undoubtedly over the legal limit for driving, but would   remember Gustav's words of advice on her first day, and felt   reassured to know she had twenty US Dollars tucked into her   licence.    Following one of these sessions, Lauren telephone Felix and invited   him out once again, for lunch at the square. He readily accepted and   Lauren was delighted, not just because she truly needed male   company, but that she would please Nikki by being seen to take her   advice.    They met him at Dos Plantos Restaurant. The girls favoured it only   because it was out of the sun around midday and you didn't have to   squint to see each other. Also, the dogs and young boys seemed to   avoid it so they were more likely to enjoy a quiet meal. Dressed in   skirts and blouses - in deference to the elder locals who found   anything less to be scandalous - the girls arrived and ordered their   usual bottle of house white wine only moments before Felix   sauntered across to their table, gave Lauren a peck on the cheek   and sat down.    "No sawdust today, then?" asked Nikki    "How did you hear about that?"    "She tells me everything!" smiled Nikki. Lauren caught the   inflection in her voice and the pleasure it revealed.     "That was for my Grandma. It's all finished now. So you're Nikki"    "Mmm. We were schoolfriends. For ages!"    "I heard. What do you think of San Falino?"    "It's very hot, and a bit.." She lowered her voice, looking around as   though about to impart State Secrets. "..a bit backward. You know,   dogs rummaging for scraps, run-down houses. Sanitation"    "You're right. It's a mess. But there's no money around now to fix it   up."    "We heard about the north and your Nationalists"    Lauren looked at them, wondering whether she should join in with   her opinion and potentially ruin the conversation. Deciding against   it, she leaned back in her chair and listened.    "Yeah, there's going to be trouble here. I've lived in the country for   about eight years and have never seen troops moving around like a   few days ago. Mind you, we've never had an election before either."    "What are the troops doing?" asked Nikki    "Looks like they're strike-breaking, delivering food to shops and   transporting perishable stuff like tomatoes, bread, milk, you know."    The menu arrived to break up the flow of conversation, giving   Lauren a chance to divert it onto careers, houses, the children. In   fact, as she recalled later, a very domestic conversation that made   her realise that her priorities, if she had really ever had any, had   changed.    After a heavy lunch, they returned to the house, giggling and   swaying with the effect of the wine and hot sun. Although Felix had   no swimming trunks with him, he stripped out of his shorts and T-  Shirt and jumped into the pool. Lauren watched, taking in every   detail of his body, the hairy legs, reasonable build, and Nikki's gaze.    She was, however, suprised and disappointed when Felix   announced that he had to leave. Pouting with mock anger, she   watched as he waved good-bye to Nikki and Emma, before walking   with him through the house to the front door.    "Sure you have to go?" she asked, looking at the floor. She could   sense he was going to turn, looking for the right moment to kiss   her.    "Mmm, sorry. Thanks for lunch. Nikki's great, right?" he asked,   hand on the door. Lauren stepped forward, anxious that maybe he   would go without any sign of affection.    "Yeah, she's fun. Drive safely" she said, turning her cheek. He   leaned forward and gave her a peck, gripping her arm lightly.    "Thanks. I'll call, OK?"    She watched him drive off, crunching along the gavel of the   driveway then turn towards town. Padding back along the cold   marble, she grabbed a cold drink from the fridge before venturing   back out into the stifling heat of the patio and late afternoon. Nikki   sat on the steps by the shallow end, obviously waiting for her. She   leaned her head, beckoning.    "Well?"    Lauren smiled broadly. "Well what?"    "Big?" asked Nikki, crudely poking her tongue out.    "Shut up! It's not like that!"    Nikki gave a look of incredulity. "Right, you're just good friends, a   purely platonic relationship."    "Yes, we are." she answered defiantly, pleased to be able to   respond truthfully.   


Chapter 23

Election Day, and the country appeared to sleep late then vote  often. The roads were almost empty, the cleaners deciding that they  would take the day off and celebrate their thrill of a lifetime to  register their vote. The television was surprisingly subdued, as  though some governing body had imposed a blackout on all but the  barest of facts. Although Lauren made a point of trying to catch the  news at noon and again at five that day, there was nothing to be  learned.

Nikki's two week stay flew by, the final few days had suddenly been  crammed with excursions, late nights, gossip and laughter. They  made love, more passionately each time, experimenting together  now that they had no need to avoid their parents. Jamie disappeared  to a friends house one morning, surprising all three girls. But it  gave them a chance to sunbathe naked on the patio. Nikki covered  herself with oil, making absolutely sure that she left nothing to  chance. As she finished her thighs she rubbed her pussy lewdly,  causing Lauren to laugh so hard that she coughed for several  minutes. She smiled eventually at her, knowing full well that she  would never have done such a thing, even it was only the two of  them. But moreover, it was only Nikki who could do something  like that and make everyone laugh with her. 

After Emma had gone to bed, they sat in the lounge, chatting,  cuddling in their bikinis. Lauren liked the way that a bikini seemed  perfectly fine out on the patio, but the moment she came indoors,  the whole scenario changed. She felt under-dressed, naughty, and  very randy. Their caresses turned to kisses, whispers causing  goosebumps over her skin as Nikki held her tight. Their nipples  stood out hard against the tight material while their warm bodies  locked together on the sofa. They chatted about girls, boys, the  difference, the way they use their hands and the deep feeling of a  cock that was difficult to reproduce.

"Lori, do you miss Jim?"

"Sure, sometimes."

"I think I need a boyfriend or three!"

"Start with one, then collect the set!"

"Hmm. You know, I don't think I could love another girl. It just  wouldn't be the same." Lauren squeezed her, feeling her way over  the smoothness of her buttocks. They kissed lightly. Several  moments past before she spoke again. "Can I ask you about  Emma?"

Lauren wondered if she would broach the subject. "Sure". She  hesitated. "She's really so young" she said defensively. "In that  experimenting phase, I think." Lauren listened, wondering if Nikki  would prompt her for more. Their eyes met and Lauren knew the  look. "I've been thinking how it could have happened. I know  you're right, but you'll just have to believe me that it was her idea.  Not that I would have resisted her for much longer, but she really  did start it all."

"It's OK. I know. She's stunning. And fresh." Nikki hugged her.  "I'm just old now!"

"Don't be stupid." She knew the same thoughts would be running  through Nikki's head; how they had fallen in love with each other at  the same age, experimenting, playing with boys and themselves.

"You know, I had a thought a few weeks ago. I've never seen a  boy's thing when it wasn't stiff!" said Nikki.

"Hmm. You're right. I remember feeling Jim's once, when we spent  the night together. He was asleep. It was really soft, squishy, and so  warm."

"I'd like to see it really small, then watch it grow. Then I could  think that I had done that to him. You know, turned him on. But  don't you have dreams about men?"

"Sometimes. Not really juicy ones, though."

"What about making love to two girls at once?" giggled Nikki, her  hand cupping her breast.

"I've thought about it, same as I thought about two boys with me at  once"

"Yeah, I often think about that. I bet it would be wonderful."

"You know what?" asked Lauren

"Oh no!" Nikki leaned up on her elbow, facing Lauren. "If you're  going to tell me that you've done it I don't want to know!"

"Well, not quite. I think I got there almost, but wasn't really  thinking"

"Do what?"

"Well, I remember being in the bed with Jim. In my house, maybe a  year ago"

"Is this going to be dirty?"

"Of course!" Lauren smiled radiantly at her, kissing her forehead. 

"Oh good!" she replied, pushing her hand under the waistband of  her bikini bottom.

"I had a denim skirt and knickers on, but I think I was topless, I  can't really remember. He was lying against me but facing the other  way. I think we were playing music, although we'd been kissing a  lot and he had laid on top of me, just to remind me that he was as  hard as ever."

"How unusual!"

"Yeah, exactly. I'd taken his trousers off or shorts, I'm not sure.  Anyway, suddenly I heard this 'clump clump' up the stairs and  assumed it was my brother. It was too heavy for my mum and dad  was at work. It turned out to be a friend of his, Marc. I had seen  him once or twice before, but only briefly. For some reason I wasn't  angry that he had got into the house, and almost immediately, Jim  rolled over towards me and pulled my knickers down. Marc must  have know what he was doing, it was so obvious. I remember when  he brought his hand back up my legs he touched my pussy and I  was soaked. I had no idea where it had come from!"

"I didn't protest, so he pulled me close and kissed me. As he did it,  the sheets dragged down and my boobs popped out. Once I  realised, I pulled the sheet up and wrapped myself up. It's weird,  but it was only ages later that I thought about that day, and whether  Jim had actually been suggesting that he and Marc should get into  bed with me at the same time."

"Wow, what would you have done?"

"I don't know. He was allright."

"What! You'd have done it with both of them?" Lauren simply  shrugged. "Who first, or both together?"

"I don't know. But it's always been a sort of fascination, a fantasy -  or half a fantasy!"

"Tell me. I need to know the dirtiest fantasy that you had about it!"

"No!"

"Please? I won't hate you or be shocked, you know" pleaded Nikki.

Lauren nestled down, Nikki's fingers twirling her pubic hair in  encouragement. "Well..." she said, breathing in noisily for effect, "I  think he could then kiss me, nicely, down over my neck, over my  shoulders, while Marc looked on. In my fantasy, I want Marc to be  shocked, so I would moan quietly to myself as Jim went lower. I'd  keep looking at Marc when Jim pulled the sheet back down, kissing  over my boobs, and I'd grab Jim's hair in my hands as he kissed my  nipples"

Lauren shifted, parting her legs very slightly as Nikki found the  warm valley between her labia. "Then I'd try and touch Marc,  encourage him a little, by prodding him with my foot, while Jim  went lower still, kissing my stomach. When he got to my skirt, he  would lift it slightly, giving Marc a quick peek between my legs. I  wanted it to be dark so that they couldn't see anything, just register  that I had no knickers on.

Nikki pushed further, cupping her pussy in her hand. "You're so  wet!" she whispered. Lauren nodded. 

"Then I'd reach out and grab Marc. I wanted to let both of them  know that they were in this together, but also I wanted to get Marc  naked soon, see if he would chicken out. So I pulled his shirt out of  his shorts and helped him take it off straight over his head. He  looked fairly strong, a nice build, but still really shy. Still with my  own skirt on, I sat up on my elbow and pulled down Jim's  underpants. Of course his cock was rigid, and I know that Marc  gasped as he saw him.

"Hang on!" said Nikki. "This is a fantasy, right? I mean, none of  this happened?"

"Course it didn't. What do you think I am, some kind of tart?" she  said grinning.

"No. You're no tart. Just my beautiful lover who manages to have a  girlfriend and a boyfriend, or two". 

"Anyway, then I pulled down Marc's shorts, and we both saw the  bulge in his underpants. Marc would look down, hands trying to  cover himself while Jim and I would pull his arms to the side, then  Jim could tear his underpants off, ripping them!"

"Lori! This is weird!"

"Hey, you wanted sexy, right?"

Nikki kissed her lips tenderly, her hand pushing down once again,  finding the heat of the entrance to her vagina. Lauren kissed her on  the nose before continuing.

"I pulled Jim towards me, taking Marc out of the focus for a while.  There's cum on the end of his cock already, just a trace, and I smear  it around as he positions himself between my legs. I then wrap my  skirt over his head, hiding him, pulling him into me. I then instruct  Marc to stand in front of me. I get him to take off the rest of his  clothes, then put one foot on the bed, balancing there while I give  him a good inspection. When I'm ready, I tell Marc to join Jim  beneath my skirt, and the two of them kiss all over my thighs,  getting closer to my naked pussy"

"Oh Lori, this is wonderful!" said Nikki, slipping her fingers around  the waistband and pulling her bikini bottom down to her knees.  "Don't stop now. Make it really naughty!" she moaned, gripping her  inner thigh with her warm hand.

"They both get closer. I can feel their breath on my pussy and I just  know they can smell me. I sense their faces pressed together,  almost fighting to stick their tongues into me. I open my legs a  little, feeling them slip lower between my thighs. Their bottoms  poke up towards the ceiling, occasionally giving me flashes of their  raging cocks.

I would then get Marc so that his cock was near my mouth and his     head on my stomach. Jim could be between my legs and Marc  would watch as Jim rested his cock at the entrance to my pussy. I'd  then tell Marc to open my pussy with his fingers and guide Jim in.  Jim enters me really slowly, an inch at a time, then withdraws,  opening me carefully. I would fall back onto my pillow, close my  eyes, and pull Marc towards me. I'd take his cock in my mouth and  suck him while he watched Jim build up speed, ploughing into me  harder and harder. Jim would now be pumping hard, his fat cock  splitting me, bringing me closer and closer."

Nikki raised her bottom, allowing Lauren to slip her bikini down  her legs. She brought her left leg up, bending her knee to offer  Lauren access to her wet sex. They stripped entirely, dropping their  tops to the carpet before clutching each other tightly.

"Jim's now pumping hard and I know I'm going to come. I get Marc  off my stomach and tell him to get behind Jim. Reaching behind, I  part Jim's buttocks and command him to enter Jim's arse!"

"Lori, you're disgusting!" squealed Nikki, her fingers stopping  momentarily. "You and your fascination with bottoms! Why do you  want that to happen, eh?"

"I dunno. Just sometimes, when I really love him, or when we're  being really romatic, and could easily hate him with such intensity  that I want to hurt him!"

Lauren shrugged, resisting the implied request to alter her dream.  "Just as Marc pushes into him I come, holding them both, pulling  Jim in as deeply as I can and pulling Marc into Jim as far as  possible. I can just about see Jim's face, screwed up with the pain of  having Marc inside him. Then, as Marc pumps away, I feel Jim  explode inside me, his cock swelling and bulging to fill and stretch  me so much that he can hardly move. He pumps for ages, as cum  dribbles out of me. He grips my boobs, pawing at me, then sinks to  kiss my neck, still coming and pumping. Marc pulls out and I bring  him to my face, using my hand to jerk him off into my mouth and  over my boobs and Jim's face. After he's finished, I scoop up the  cum from my pussy and their cocks and we all kiss, smeared in their  cum"

"Jeeze, Lori! Sounds like you've rehearsed that one!"

"Sometimes you're in it!"

"That's sweet! I dream of you most of the time, especially in the  bath!" They fell silent, kissing occasionally, fingers exploring each  other's soaking pussy. "Lori, why all the 'bottom' stuff?"

"You know, it's just so, well, so wrong, naughty, taboo even."

"Why is it so different?"

Lauren's heart leapt. Nikki had never mentioned it before, in fact  had always been careful to disallow Lauren access to her anus -  except on one drunken occasion which didn't count. "Nikki, I'd  really like to show you. I mean it."

"But it can do damage, right?"

"Yeah, but only if you go mad." She pulled Nikki on top of her,  wrapping her legs over the back of her thighs. Her hands smoothed  her back, caressed her as they kissed. Sensing that she had  permission to proceed, she took her by the hand, scooped up their  clothing and led her naked to her bathroom. In the half-filled bath,  she soaped her all over, and introduced her slowly to first one  finger then two. Half an hour later, they lay under her sheets  together, still dripping wet, and made love.

The next afternoon, Lauren took Nikki to the airport and waved  tearfully as she disappeared through customs. She thought all the  way home about their night before, and Nikki's parting from the  children in the morning. She had kissed them both, hugged them  and told them all to look after each other. They would, promised  Lauren.


Chapter 24

Two days later, Lauren swung the car into the long term parking  space, the effort registering on the muscles in her arms which still  ached from carrying the suitcases to the car and her swimming the  day before. Their flight was at four thirty that afternoon, and they  had arrived with several hours to spare. She made sure she had  locked the car and (to her own surprise) wrote down the number of  the space for her return.

The coach whisked them (at a leisurely San Falino pace) to the  international departure terminal and dumped them on the kerb.  After twenty minutes in the check-in queue, she presented their  tickets and passports, took the boarding cards and nonchalantly  swept through passport control as though she flew every day.

Gustav met them, as arranged, at the cafe next to the departure  gate. They chatted during the hour-long wait about Venezuela, the  hotel and what they expected to see during their stay. Lauren was  pleased to find a copy of Bild magazine and although it had nothing  about Switzerland, she felt reassured just holding something so  familiar. The plane left almost on time and banked immediately to  the left. The now familiar noise came from below.

"That's the wheels coming up" said Lauren.

Emma nodded. "Daddy, will we see the Ambassador?"

"I doubt it honey. He's very busy at the moment talking about  what's happening in San Falino." replied her father.

After showing them a miserable duty free selection, the stewardess  returned with their dinners. Lauren wondered if the rolls had their  own frequent flier accounts. They were rock hard and must have  been a week old. Gustav broke his in two, and the girls giggled as  he tried valiantly to spread butter on the resulting crumbs. Lauren  looked past Emma and watched the lights of San Falino fading into  blackness, thoughts of home drifting through her mind. She  wondered how Jim was, realising that she hadn't talked to him or  thought about him for weeks. Perhaps he had a girlfriend now. She  hoped so. That would make life easier when she returned.

The remainder of the flight was uneventful and the plane taxied to a  halt on time. They collected their baggage, avoided eye contact  with the officers who lined the customs hall and then emerged into  the arrivals hall. Their taxi took them right up to the massive front  door of Le Centrale hotel, it's white columns towering up to the  second or third floor. A red-coated doorman helped them into the  lobby, smiling at the two girls and nodding at Gustav knowingly.  He checked in, pleased that the hotel expected them, and had  allocated two suites to the party. Lauren and Emma would be on  the fifth floor, while Gustav would be on the third. Two bellboys  took their luggage off into the depths of the building.

"I'm going to call the Ambassador. I expect I'll have to have dinner  with him. Why don't you two eat in the restaurant down here."

"Oh, Daddy, can't we come with you?" whined Emma in a mocking  voice.

"Don't be silly. Tomorrow night we'll go out together. Be good.  You're on the fifth, right, room 507? I'm in 302. Remember that?"

"Sure, we'll call you in about five minutes" said Lauren, pressing the  elevator button.

The golden doors of the elevator opened on the third floor and  Gustav waved good- bye. The two girls smiled as the doors opened  again and they made their way to their room. As the door opened  they looked in astonishment at the corridor which led to the lounge.  Paintings hung on the walls, and the thick carpet stretched in every  direction. On both sides of the corridor were bedrooms. There was  a small bathroom at the end, just before the door to the enormous  lounge.

Even with all the furniture the room was still gigantic, and seemed  to be divided between a contemporary dining area and traditional  lounge. Shades of green reigned supreme, with heavy dark green  curtains, pale wallpaper, a big old sofa and armchairs, plus a full- sized glass dining table with eight modern chairs, a television and a  beautiful antique writing desk. A classic chandelier hung from the  ceiling over the dining table. 

"Oh wow, look at this place. It's enormous!" shouted Emma, falling  onto the sofa.

"Hey, up!" whispered Lauren as the bellboy brought in their  luggage. Lauren motioned towards the bedroom and he placed both  suitcases on the bed. She gave him a small tip and he left, bowing  silently as he closed the door. They hurried back to the bedroom,  opening the drawers and looking inside the wardrobes. Both  bedrooms were approximately the same with bathrooms leading off.  The small bathroom off the corridor was really just a toilet and  washbasin. They explored the lounge, finding fresh fruit by the  television and all sorts of writing paper and envelopes in the desk.

Emma took her suitcase and dragged it through to the other  bedroom, somehow realising that Lauren had decided where she  would be staying. The girls unpacked, testing the beds, showers,  televisions and every other facility that was on offer.

"Hey, look at all these little soaps and things that you get!" shouted  Emma.

"I know. Have you seen inside the medicine-chest-thing yet?"

There was temporary silence. "Hey, I found allsorts of things.  Toothpaste, a nail file. And even you know what!"

"Condoms!" said Lauren.

The phone rang and they both talked excitedly to Gustav. He had  called the Ambassador and would indeed be having dinner with  him, and then asked them to eat in the hotel and charge it to their  room number. Also, would they leave him a message saying they  were going to bed so that he knew they were allright.

Lauren hung up. "We should get washed and changed." She  glanced at her watch. "Actually, it's quite early. I'm going to write  some postcards and then we can have dinner. Want to come with  me?"

"Sure, where?"

"Just downstairs to the hotel shop. I bet they sell postcards and  stamps"

They explored, choosing ten postcards of Caracas and a tourist  map, all for under two US dollars. The concierge provided the  stamps, and some details of the sights to see in the city. Lauren  spread them out on the desk back in their room, trying to find the  pictures on the tourist map, marking the spots as she found them.

"I'm going to get out of these clothes" she said, looking over her  shoulder at Emma, slumped on the sofa watching the TV.

No reply. She threw her jeans and T-Shirt on the chair in her room  and slipped of her bra. The robe behind the bathroom door was  fluffy and warm, and she pulled the cord tight before returning to  her writing.

"Hey, where did you find that?" asked Emma, impressed. Lauren  swiveled on the chair, her long tanned legs contrasting the pure  white robe. 

"In the bathroom. I bet you've got one as well." Emma skipped out.  Lauren decided that she would send a card to her parents and  Nikki, plus a couple to old school friends, just to let them know  where she was. She was halfway through when Emma returned,  looking very sexy in her robe, her hair falling across her shoulders  and her bare legs flashing between the cloth as she walked. Lauren  felt her pussy hair twitching, stirring and would have pushed her  hand between her legs if she had been alone. She calculated that it  was almost two weeks since she and Emma had met that night of  the storm. They hadn't said a word about it to each other. Not that  it was taboo, just that there was nothing to say and she knew from  the look in Emma's eyes that she regarded it as a secret between the  two of them.

Emma sat and curled her legs underneath herself, watching again  the imported cartoons from America. Lauren smiled as she wrote to  Nikki, thinking of all the shocking things she could say, indeed  would have liked to say. But if her mother read it first then her own  mother would surely find out. Lauren described Felix and how they  had met. She also added some news about the Nationalists, some  bits about Jamie and then signed off. Her parents would receive a  similar card, saying that everything was fine, the children were well  and they were spending the weekend away. She finished two more  before Emma became restless, uninterested in the translated  cartoons. She wandered over to the desk.

"Can I read?"

"You can read this one, to my Mum and Dad." she said, handing  her the card. Emma read, smiled and gave it back to her. 

"You get on well with your mum, don't you?"

"Mmm, OK I suppose. we've had arguments now and then"

"At least you talk. I bet my Dad doesn't even see us until it's time to  go to the airport." moaned Emma as she thumbed through the rest  of the cards, looking only at the pictures. Dropping them noisily on  the desk, she slid up onto the surface to face Lauren and watch her  licking the stamps. Her robe fell open from the waist down,  showing her legs, and, Lauren noticed, the lack of knickers. "Ahh!"  she said, pointing at her tongue.

Lauren realised with a smile what she was suggesting, took a stamp  and pressed it onto her tongue. Emma licked slowly, then watched  as Lauren stuck it to the postcard, laughing at the silliness of their  little game..

"What time shall we eat?" asked Emma.

"Up to you." Lauren watched her slim legs part slightly. Her mind  went blank, the task of writing any more an impossibility. She  leaned her head on her hand, looking up at Emma. Emma smiled  down, her eyes full of knowledge. Lauren ran the pen along her  thighs.

"So soft, so tanned." she said quietly.

"So are yours now"

Lauren ventured further, tickling her with the pen. Emma lifted her  left leg, placing her foot on the desk and exposing her damp pussy.

"Emma! What are you doing?" said Lauren, genuinely shocked.

"I just want to. I want you to see all of me. Write your name on  me!"

"That's weird!"

"Put your pen inside me, go on!"

Lauren couldn't take her eyes off the young, hairless pussy and the  flared lips that revealed her moist pink inner entrance, so tiny that it

almost begged for a tongue to ease it open. She felt herself leaning  forward, drawn to her sex. The same warnings flooded through her  mind once again, knocked aside with the argument that it was  Emma who was teasing her, rather than she seducing the young  girl.

She dropped the pen and pushed the cards to one side, gripping  Emma's taut buttocks in her hands as she pulled her closer. Opening  her mouth wide, she covered her hairless mound, pecking and  nuzzling, as Emma pulled her tight between her legs, gasping with  pleasure. Lauren slumped back in the chair, allowing her own robe  to fall open on purpose.

"Emma, you're a naughty girl sometimes!" said Lauren, breathing in  the musky scent of the girl from her own wet face. She stood,     pulling the little girl close against her as Emma squeezed her waist  with her thighs. They kissed hard while Emma ripped her robe off,  squeezing her breasts as their tongues met. Chapter 25

Emma filled her bath, throwing two sachets of crystals in for good  measure, shouting to Lauren that it was ready as she bent over the  rim of the bath, whirling the water around with her hand. Lauren  slipped into the room silently, taking hold of her hips and pulling  her against her thighs. Emma stood and leaned back against her,  swaying slightly. Lauren found the cord of the robe and undid the  knot, pulling apart the sides and squeezing her small breasts in her  hands. She kissed her ear as her fingers tripped lightly over her  stomach down to her young mound.

"In you get." said Lauren, holding her hand as she slowly stepped  into the bath. She watched Emma turn and sink slowly into the  cloudy water.

Lauren let her robe fall and watched the smile grow on Emma's lips  as she drank in the sight of her body, her breasts now tanned and  with only the faintest of pale lines.

"I thought so much of that night with the storm. Every time I feel  so good, like all wet again."

"It was wonderful, sweety. You are very good at making love" said  Lauren, lowering herself into the bath facing Emma.

"Can you teach me more?"

"Nobody really gets taught." said Lauren, sinking into the water,  pushing her legs either side of Emma. "You just try everything, find  out what other people like, what you like, and then keep getting  better at it."

"Why does it feel different when you do it compared to when I do?"

"I think it's just that when someone else does it, you don't know  what's going to happen next, it's all a big surprise"

"Do you like it when I kissed your boobs?"

"Of course, just like when I kiss yours. That was nice, wasn't it?"  asked Lauren, wondering when they would get to the punchline.

"Mmm. Do you think Nikki will get pregnant?"

"What?" asked Lauren, frowning.

"When Jamie did it with her. Do you think she'll get pregnant?"

"Oh, no, she's on the pill. Has been since she was fifteen."

"You?"

"Yes. Since just after I started going out with Jim."

Lauren picked up the soap and washed her arms and shoulders.  Emma copied her, rubbing the big bar across her breasts and down  to her navel. 

"Want me to wash you?" asked Lauren.

"Yeah. That would be fun!" said Emma, grinning. "Shall I stand  up?"

"OK, I'll do you legs first then your bottom." Lauren gripped her  shins between her hands and rubbed up to her knees, first one leg  then the other, her gaze lifting all the while to her pussy and the  water dripping from the hairless lips and delicate folds of skin  between. She moved up to her thighs, pushing the bar and her  hands between her legs, deliberately missing her pussy. She teased  apart her legs, rubbing her pussy with her wrist and arm as her  fingers found her anus. She trailed her fingers from her tight little  bottom to her young pussy, looking up into her eyes occasionally to  ensure that Emma was enjoying the attention. 

"Turn round, and kneel for a while" whispered Lauren.

Emma complied, looking nervously backwards as she held onto the  end of the bath. Lauren parted her bottom with her left hand and  ran the middle finger of her right hand around her anus, the soap  bubbling up around her tiny hole. She watched the muscles pulse  and sensed the movement of her stomach in response to the virgin  stimulation she was receiving.

"Oh, Lori, that's so strange. I don't think I like that!" said Emma,  turning slightly.

"Shh, we need to make sure you're really clean. It feels nice, really!"  she said, pushing her index finger less than half an inch into her  asshole.

"Oh, please! That's dirty!"

"No, it's just different. I'm going to make you really clean. It'll feel

just like when the doctor did it, only really sexy. Stay still!"

Emma bowed her head and laid against the end of the bath, shaking  slightly. Lauren quickly pushed deeper before Emma changed her  mind, thrusting in as far as she could.

"Oh! Lori! Stop.....Oh God, it's so ......"

Emma's breathing increased rapidly as her fists clenched, but she  said no more. Lauren felt her anus pulsing, gripping so tightly that  she thought the blood supply to her finger might be cut off.

"There. Now you're clean!" she said, slowly extracting her finger.  Emma squealed as she finally withdrew, turned and slumped into  the water, grinning stupidly. Lauren splashed water over her chest,  removing the remainder of the soap. 

"Can I do you now?"

"Sure!" said Lauren, standing in front of her. Emma opened her legs  as far as the bath would allow and picked up the soap. She made no  pretence of preserving Lauren's modesty, and looked directly at her  pussy, bringing her fingers up to it within seconds, ignoring her  legs.

"Does mine look like yours, do you think?"

"They're all roughly the same" said Lauren as she felt the slippery  little fingers running along her wide, hot slit, circling her clitoris and

then touching gently along the length of her outer lips and along to  her bottom. Lauren grabbed the shower and placed her left leg on  the side of the bath.

"Oh, I can see inside a little way. It looks so hot and pink! And  you've got hair over it!"

Lauren felt the hands pushing up behind, grabbing her bottom and  feeling for her anus, just as she had done.

"Oh yes. That's lovely." The finger zeroed in on her hole,  experimenting with one or two little pushes. "There's a good girl"  said Lauren in a motherly tone.

"Turn round like I did for you!" said Emma. "And kneel down."  She soaped her buttocks and pushed the bar of soap against her  anus, grinding it hard against the hole as she sighed deeply.

"Clean me nicely, there's a dear." encouraged Lauren. She felt  Emma's finger gaining in confidence as it explored the pouting  entrance.

"Wow, it's so tight!" said Emma.

"Push your finger in, nice and slowly. Oh yes, that's it!" gasped  Lauren, pushing her buttocks higher into the air. "Twist your finger,  make sure it's really clean!"

Emma pushed her finger in until the nail disappeared. Lauren  groaned, delighted that she had been able to convince her to do  something so wonderful in such a short time. "Push deeper, sweety.  Make sure it's all clean. Use lots of soap!" she said, gripping the  sides of the bath.

Emma obliged, pushing deeper and harder as Lauren marveled at  the thought of having a thirteen year-old beauty cleaning her so  intimately. She felt her pulling with her free hand at her buttocks,  opening the hole further and further.

"Oh, you're beautiful. That feels so good!" said Lauren. She  savoured the feeling as the finger moved in and out rhythmically.  Her heart beat quickly as her breathing stuttered, the beginnings of  an orgasm building deep inside her pussy. She turned slowly,  breaking contact as she too slid back into the water. She giggled,  almost squeaked with joy as she recovered, pulling Emma towards  her, cuddling her until it was time to dry off. Stepping out, the two  lithe young girls watched each other as they toweled themselves,  preparing for their first night out in the foreign country. 

Emma was delighted when Lauren took her to her room and  offered her the use of some of her stockings. She chose a pair of  black seamless stockings and a suspender belt, and ran back to her  room saying she knew how to put it on while Lauren pulled out her  own underwear, dressing carefully. Ten minutes later she returned,  naked, for advice which Lauren was only too pleased to offer.

Twenty minutes later two girls, one with long dark hair and the  other a dazzling blonde, stepped out of the elevator in the lobby  wearing black stockings and heels, black evening dresses and very  little makeup. Heads turned, conversations paused, hearts beat  faster.


Chapter 26

They sauntered up to the long dimly lit oak bar and climbed onto  two stools, looking around all the time while trying to remain  sophisticated. The barman glanced at Lauren and took a long look  at Emma. 

"Two cokes, please!" said Lauren. The barman served them within  seconds, bringing a little bowl of nuts and crackers with their drinks  as he smiled at them both. Lauren asked for the dinner menu and  they studied it, trying to determine from the French and Spanish  descriptions exactly what each dish contained. Lauren was pleased  that it included European dishes as well, and settled for the beef  stroganoff while Emma had plaice and chips. With starters of prawn  cocktail and the promise of coffee at the end, they waited at the bar  for their table and continued to plan the rest of their stay.

The restaurant was dark, intimate and very refined. Lauren could  discern couples at their candlelit tables, leaning towards each other  as though conspiring over their meals. She wondered how many of  them were married, and tried to look for wedding rings on their  fingers. Classical music swayed her while the white-shirted waiters  balanced silver trays of drinks high above their heads, weaving  between tables back and forth from the kitchen and bar. She looked  at Emma, sitting quietly, sipping occasionally. Her blonde hair  shone brilliantly against the black of her dress, and her tanned arms  and legs gave her a picture of health. Emma caught her staring.

"This is a lovely place. It looks years old, don't you think?" said  Lauren.

"Maybe. I don't know. Don't you think we ought to keep our bill,  you know, small. After all, we're not paying."

"You're right. Your Dad must be really good friends with the  Ambassador."

"I think they work together a lot, or he went to school with him.  Something like that."

Lauren smiled at her, watching as she turned towards the tables and  carefully crossed her legs. Lauren caught a glimpse of the top of her  stockings and felt a pang of hunger below.

"Your table is ready, madam" said the waiter. He gestured for them  to follow as he showed them to a small table laid out for only two  people. "Would you like the wine list?" he asked.

Lauren took the leather-bound booklet and studied it carefully,  pleased to see some wines that she recognised.

"Could I have a half bottle of Nuit St. Georges?" she asked.

"I'm sorry madam, but we don't have half bottles."

Lauren looked at Emma then at the price. It worked out at about  seventy-five Swiss francs, quite good value for such a remote place.

"OK, perhaps we could take the rest upstairs to our room after our  meal?"

"Of course, madam" said the expressionless waiter as he swept  away.

Their meal was relaxing, with the service impeccable. Nobody  seemed to come into the restaurant, and certainly nobody left while  they were seated. Lauren and Emma limited themselves to one glass  of wine each, intent after tasting the wine to keep the remainder for  later.

"We should go into the main shopping area, you know. I hear it's  not great, but there might be some local stuff to buy." said Lauren.

"Yeah, I ought to get something for my Mum."

"Have you got any money?"

"Yeah, she gave me some as we were leaving. That's what it's  meant for, I think!"

Lauren sat up straight, tossing her hair back so that the candlelight  shone fully into her face.

"What's up?" asked Emma, looking round.

"Er, just a couple of boys who've walked in." Lauren suddenly  realised that she was free to chase after boys if she wanted. There  was nobody to chaperone her, and for some reason boys had been  very low on her list for the past few months. She decided that she  wanted some man. And it might be an education for Emma, if they  managed to find two suitable boys who could buy them a few  drinks and maybe even take them to a club. Her energy level soared  with every stolen glance in their direction. She watched as they sat.  They were maybe brothers, certainly one was older than the other.  Both wore dinner jackets and looked very sophisticated with dark  hair, clean shaven and brilliant white dress shirts. The rest would  have to wait until she could see them better.

"Come on, toilet!" she whispered.

"What? I'm eating!"   

"We'll only be a few minutes. Come on. Take a good look at them  as we go past!"

The girls wandered past the table, giggling very slightly to attract  the boy's attention. Lauren felt their eyes inspecting her as her heels  clicked on the marble floor. Her heart beat delightfully within her  chest as they pushed open the door and faced each other.

"Hey, the older one's OK. They took a good look at us!"

"What about the other one?"

"Not sure. I'll go back first, and then you follow after a few  minutes. Walk slowly and make sure they see you looking at them."  Emma nodded, looking at her shoes. Lauren raised her chin with  her fingers. "Don't look at the ground! Tons of confidence, OK?"

Lauren checked herself in the mirror, shrugged slightly and walked  out, the regular step announcing her across the hallway. As she  entered the darkened room, she saw the younger brother, his fork  poised between his plate and mouth, his eyes moving from her feet  upwards. They reached her face just as she past, giving him a bright  smile that caught him off-guard. He nodded, embarrassed.

Lauren sat and waited, sipping her wine slowly as she tried to work  out whether the older boy could see that she was staring at him.  Emma appeared across the room. Lauren was surprised to see the  older boy turn as she approached, openly staring at her with the  slightest of smiles on his lips.

"Damn! He looked at you more than me!" said Lauren, smiling as  Emma sat down.

"Which one?"

"The older one. I thought he was going to fall off his chair!"

"The young one looks OK."

After their main course, they decided that a visit to the lounge was  likely to be better for them than any desert, so, instructing the  waiter to bring coffee to them, they walked past the boys once  more, and slowly wandered off. Lauren made sure that they were  seen periodically by visiting the bathroom and looking through the  leaflets next to the concierge.

The lounge, not surprisingly, contained chairs. What was different  was that they all looked over a hundred years old, with shiny leather  seats and silver studs that ribbed the outline of the material. Groups  of chairs were arrange in little enclaves surrounding squat tables  that held the ashtray and nuts, decks of cards and cribbage boards.

The girls sat strategically, easily seen from the doorway but away  from the main traffic. They waited less than five minutes for their  coffee, and no more than ten for their potential escorts. Lauren  dealt the cards for want of something to do, watching all the time.

"What do we do if they come over here?" asked Emma, looking  around at them.

"We can either have a few drinks with them, or go out somewhere.  If they're not much fun then we could just go to bed. It's fun to find  out though. Let's play rummy"

"What do you have to do?"

"You collect a group of three - either a run or three similar cards -  and a group of four."

"Yeah yeah, I know it. You deal!"

They played quietly at first, then as the wine had it's effect, more  noisily. Emma cheated openly, flicking through the pack of cards  until she found what she needed. They laughed, knocking the cards  on the floor and bursting out laughing like two schoolgirls. 

"It's weird to be alone. You know, without anyone checking up on  me." said Emma.

"Shh, here we go! Here comes big brother!" whispered Lauren.

"May we join you?" asked the older boy.

"Er, sure" said Lauren in surprise.

"What are you playing?"

"Rummy!" said Emma, smiling at both of them. The younger boy's  eyes found her little breasts immediately. "We can start again so  you can join in." she said, shuffling the deck and dealing out seven  cards to everybody.

They played for almost an hour, joking and relaxing as the boys  ordered drinks for them on their account. The boys were brothers,  twenty-two and fourteen. Both had thick dark hair and handsome,  almost middle-eastern faces. Dressed in suits, dazzling white shirts  with bow-ties and clearly at ease with the girls, they quickly  discovered that Lauren and Emma were in a suite upstairs as guests  of the Ambassador. They paired off quite naturally, stopping the  game several minutes while they chatted about the city, how they  came to be there and what they had seen as tourists. Lauren felt  confident enough to propose a change of scenery.

Lauren winked at Emma, then looked up at the ceiling. "It's so  smoky in here!" said Lauren. "Why don't we play upstairs?"

"That's a good idea. Do you want to use our room?" asked Stefan,  the elder boy. His brother, Reudi, commented that it was so small  and there was no table.

"Use ours then, we've got tons of room!" said Emma  enthusiastically. And so they left together, carrying their drinks into  the elevator. Lauren watched Stefan's bottom as he walked, sizing it  up and judging that he had firm little buttocks that she thought  would be great fun. Reudi seemed a little immature, but then she  decided that he was only a year older than Emma, so allowances  had to be made. They both seemed well mannered and had clearly  come from a family where money was no object.

"Here you are, room 302." she said with fanfare as they trooped  inside. The boys were impressed and Reudi immediately sat down  on the sofa, testing its springs.

"Come on, we'll sit at the big dining table." said Emma, clearing  away the flower arrangement. Lauren threw the cards onto the table  and took Stefan across to the drinks cabinet. The hotel staff had  already delivered their wine, re-corked on a tray with glasses.

"Make us all a drink! Use whatever you want, just make it quickly  then we can play!" said Lauren, realising that her voice was louder  than necessary.

They played rummy again for ten minutes, until the cheating and  noise became too much. Lauren thought that she had drunk too  much, and knew for a fact that Emma most certainly had.  Nevertheless, she had found it difficult to keep her eyes off Stefan,  and the thought of having him in her bedroom alone with no parents  around was very exciting. She looked up and caught him staring at  her chest. He slowly moved his gaze upwards, smiling at her.

"Now what shall we play?"

"Strip poker!" shouted Emma, looking at Reudi. She sat at the table  opposite Lauren, giving an unrestricted view between her legs and  almost up to her black knickers.

Stefan and Reudi looked at each other, debating whether to play.  Lauren grinned at Stefan wickedly, daring him to agree.

"OK, we'll play trumps." she said. "Whoever wins the trick can take  one piece of clothing off someone else. That's fair, isn't it?" shouted  Lauren.

The rules were so simple that nobody objected. A silence fell as the  first cards were dealt. Each had seven, and Lauren cut the pack to  show that spades were trumps. Emma won the first hand and  laughed as she looked at the others one by one.

"OK, Reudi, what do you want to lose?"

"Oh, why me?" he said.

"Because. Now, what's it to be?" she giggled.

"My shoe. This one." he said, holding up his foot. Emma walked  round and knelt, undoing the laces and pulling off his black shoe.  She returned to her seat and led a card. Predictably, everyone lost  their shoes and socks in the first ten minutes. Both boys then lost  their trousers, but Lauren seemed immune - or played very well -  because she had lost only one stocking (which Stefan had taken  almost two minutes to remove as he brushed against her damp  knickers) while Emma had lost both. Reudi won the following trick  and looked at Emma. 

"Emma, I'm going to take off your dress" he said, standing a little  uncertainly and wobbling round to her. 

"Only half-way, otherwise it's not fair! You've got more things on  than me and Lauren" she protested.

"OK, that sounds allright" said Stefan, nodding at his younger  brother.

Emma stood and watched as he undid the buttons down the front,  then helped him undo the cuffs. She smiled over his shoulder at  Lauren as he pushed it over her arms and dropped it down to her  waist. Reudi's eyes dropped to her tiny breasts and his cock lurched  visibly inside her underpants. Lauren watched as he sat, the shape  of his bulge clearly visible through the glass tabletop. Emma  covered her breasts with her arm, hiding the nipples as her  nakedness in front of the others registered. She coloured, fidgeting  at the table, laying a card awkwardly but nevertheless winning the  next round.

"My turn. I want to take off your shirt, Reudi!" She laughed,  covering her mouth with her hand as she stood and walked round  to him. He twisted in his seat, never taking his eyes off her breasts,  even as she pushed between his legs and reached for the top button.

"Reudi, isn't she lovely?" asked Lauren.

But Reudi could only nod, all his concentration focused on Emma's  hands as she neared his waist and the bulge of his cock through his  underpants. Lauren saw her deliberately move the shirt against it,  rubbing him while she undid the remaining button. She reached up  and pulled the shirt from his hairless chest and pushed it over his  arms. Stefan smiled at her, then at Lauren, as if to say that someone  could do that to him as well. But to his partial dismay, he won the  next hand, and elected to take off Emma's garter belt. 

Emma looked at Lauren. "Shouldn't Reudi take off my things?"

"Nothing in the rules. Anyone can do anything."

Stefan helped her to stand and then with sudden inspiration lifted  her laughing onto her seat so that she towered over him. He ran his  hands up the back of her bare legs, his fingers feeling just inside her  thighs, slowly rising over the taught moons of her bottom until he  found the fastener. It popped between his fingers and he pulled it  round her hips and down, the two ends meeting above her pussy as  his thumbs gently rubbed her labia. Emma inhaled, wobbling slightly  on the seat. He dropped the garter and took her in his strong arms.  She held his neck, safe in his grasp. She offered her lips. They  embraced, kissing for several seconds before the others objected.

"That's not in the rules" said Lauren.

He let her down onto the seat slowly, making sure that she felt his  rigid cock against her hip. "There, back down, safe and sound!" he  said. Emma's concern over her nakedness had gone. She picked up  her cards and winked at Lauren.

Lauren lost both stockings inside five minutes, and their removal by  Stefan provided all the stimulation he required for the removal of  his final piece of clothing..

"I win!" giggled Emma, swilling her drink. "Right, Stefan, stand  up!" She moved round to him and quickly pulled at the waistband,  exposing the top of his weapon. Lauren strained round her to see  what she had discovered and was very pleased by the red knob and  rolled back foreskin that greeted her. Emma looked in amazement.

"Oh God, it's so big!" she squealed as she pulled his pants to his  knees. He bobbed in front of her, red with thick veins bulging along  the length. The purple head was noble, dry, and too much of a  temptation for Emma. She reached out and took it in her hand,  feeling the warmth and surprising stiffness of it. Her eyes bulged.

"I can't get my hand round it, look!" she said, turning to Lauren.

"He may be too big for you!" She turned to Reudi. "I hope you're a  better size for her" she said kindly, dealing the cards. "Come on,  back to your seat." Reudi won and Lauren clinked her glass against  his as he stared at her bra. He walked behind her and eventually  undid the clasp, allowing her breasts to fall free. Lauren looked  over to Stefan and registered the delight in his eyes and his  throbbing cock that prodded against the underside of the table. She  lost her skirt in the next round until the two girls only had their  knickers left and Reudi had his pants.

"Let's cut corners! gushed Lauren. "Stefan, take off my knickers  before I drown in them!" she said, standing. He missed the joke but  almost lunged in her direction, his hands shaking slightly as he knelt  in front of her and stared at the slick wet line that showed along the  gusset of her black knickers. He pulled slowly, looking occasionally  towards his brother.

"Go on, take them off!"     Picking up courage, he pulled them down to reveal her pubic hair.  He clearly had never been so forward with a girl before, and while  he had no doubt seen one naked, it was if every extra inch of flesh  that was revealed was a new discovery for him. Lauren helped him  the with the last bit, not just to get her knickers off but to divert his

gaze that was locked onto her dampness. She looked up at Emma  and Reudi.

"OK, just you two left. Let's go to the sofa. Bring your drinks!"


Chapter 27

They scrambled across the room, Lauren locking her eyes on Stefan's red raw cock that jutted out in front of him. She felt good, happy to be naked and ready to have sex with any one of the three others, not caring who was watching. Emma's little buttocks hardly moved as she skipped to the sofa, spilling her wine over her legs. Lauren realised that they had all had a little to much to drink, vowing that maybe tomorrow they would just have coke as they wandered around Caracas.

"No, no!" shouted Lauren, "Stefan and I are going to sit here on the sofa. You two must stand and take off your underwear." She laughed, her legs sweeping up into the air as she took her seat next to Stefan. He put his arm around her, pulling her closer while she rested her hand inches from his cock. They watched as Emma and Reudi faced each other.

"Lori, I'm not so sure about this!" said Emma as the reality sank in.

"Don't worry, look at us, we've got nothing on, have we?" coached Lauren. Emma's eyes took in their nakedness, dwelling momentarily on the proud monster sticking out between Stefan's thighs.

Reudi pulled her close, moving gently from side to side as his cock rubbed against her stomach.

Emma slowly slid her warm young fingers under the waistband of his pants and pulled down, straining the material in front that caught against his cock. He pulled himself out. He was smaller than Stefan and Lauren thought maybe the same length as Jamie, but not as thick. Even so, it was probably ideal for Emma especially as Stefan was almost bound to cause her pain. Reudi came out of his trance, registering suddenly that it was his turn. He knelt in front of her, looked at the depression where the material had ridden up into her pussy, and then gently lowered her knickers, allowing them to drop to her ankles. The sight of her bald pussy startled him, his intake of breath causing Stefan to sit up and look for himself.

"Oh, Emma, you're gorgeous!" he said sincerely.

Lauren pulled him back against the sofa, taking hold of his cock. "I've got an idea. We should be good teachers and help Emma and Reudi tonight."

"What, help them to do it nicely?" asked Stefan.

"Yeah, in lots of different ways!" She jumped up, pulling him to his feet. "Right, Emma, you sit on the sofa, Reudi, kneel in between her legs. Make sure she's nice and wet!"

"How?"

"Lick her pussy. With your tongue. Go on!" said his brother.

Reudi leaned forward, shades of doubt on his face. "Are you sure? You mean, lick down here?"

"Yeah. Emma, you help him. Shift forward a little." said Lauren, gripping her by the hips and pulling her closer to the edge. "Dribble over her pussy!" she said, caressing Emma's thighs with her hands. "Look, here and around here. Gently." said Lauren, touching her labia and brushing her inner lips with the lightest of movements. She smiled at Reudi as he gained in confidence, the reluctance to put his tongue anywhere near a source of urine quickly diminishing.

She watched as he slowly inched towards the little girl's pussy, his smooth tongue tasting her inner thighs, nearing her young sex as Emma widened her legs. Reudi looked up frequently for encouragement. Kissing a girl between her legs was obviously something that he had never thought about, let alone experienced. Stefan sat next to Emma and held her left thigh, watching as his brother touched her inner folds of skin, making her gasp as she finally felt his lusty tongue. He continued to arouse her as the saliva dripped down towards her anus and onto the sofa, opening her legs wider and wider until she leaned back and closed her eyes.

"OK, beautiful" said Lauren. She looked at Stefan's enormous cock, throbbing against Emma's thigh and felt the pang of desire inside. She allowed them to continue for several minutes while Emma's movements became more and more lively. Reudi dug his fingernails into her thighs, gripping her for dear life while his tongue became more adventurous, teasing apart the folds of her pussy lips and tasting the sweetest nectar. Stefan reached across and slipped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her tight, turning her lips to his as he kissed her gently.

Lauren moved after several minutes to break their embrace. "Now Emma, see if you can suck him!" said Lauren, guiding Reudi away from his duty, and helping Emma to slip down onto the floor.

"I've only done it once before!" said Emma. Lauren glanced curiously at her, trying to recall the occasion. She decided that it must have been another of her secret encounters with Jamie.

"Just swap positions. Kneel between his legs and lick his willy." Reudi settled on the sofa, grinning with pride at his brother. Emma rested her hands on the young boy's thighs, and strained her neck to get to him, licking slowly along his length. His cock sprang away from her as she rounded the sensitive head.

"Like this?" asked Emma, looking up from her work.

"Pull his skin back over the top, and use lots of spit. Make sure it's really wet. And keep your mouth like an 'O' or your teeth will hurt him." Lauren looked up at Reudi for confirmation and saw surprise mingled with a grin.

Emma kissed the top of his cock experimentally, holding his stiff shaft cautiously as though it might explode at any time. She kept her eyes open, watching the tremors of his stomach muscles as she dribbled down his shaft, licking around the exposed purple knob and pushing her tongue around the top of his foreskin. Lauren looked on in amazement at the tricks of the little girl as she felt herself growing wetter by the minute. Emma slowly peeled the tight skin down, marveling as she saw it slip over the body of his stiff member. The veins stood proudly out, running round from bottom to top as his cock twitched with every pass of her tongue.

Emma discovered how the bulb would ceremoniously pop out once the skin had gone a certain distance, and played with it delightedly while Reudi squirmed with her touch. Her left hand concentrated on his balls, probing without much care at their contents as they moved around inside.

"Ooh, look!" shrieked Emma as a little cum coated the end of his cock. "Some's come out already!" Reudi opened his eyes, an apologetic look on his face.

"That means he's getting ready. Time for the real thing" commanded Lauren as she turned to Stefan. "How do you think they should do it?"

"Why not with Emma lying on the sofa and Reudi on top? Then we can help them as well." he said.

Lauren watched as Emma laid down slowly on the sofa, her pussy lips wide and willing as her left leg crept up to rest on the back of the sofa. Stefan slid down to the floor and ran his hand over her taut young nipples. Lauren guided Reudi between Emma's legs and nodded encouragement as he rested his cock against her wet entrance.

Emma sought out his cock and pulled him roughly towards her vagina, pumping him as he crawled between her legs and bent down to kiss her lips. Emma groaned with a wide smile, biting her lip in wonder as she surveyed the assembled, all gathered to maximise her pleasure. She smiled again as the throbbing head of Reudi's young cock entered her, pushing her inner lips wide apart as the purple globe disappeared inside.

Emma reached out absently, found Stefan and pulled him towards her, holding his hair roughly and arching her back as they kissed. Hands wandered over her body, caressing her breasts, rubbing her nipples and grasping her buttocks as Reudi began a long, steady pumping motion. Lauren watched as his cock pushed in, exiting moments later, shiny, gripped by the sweetest folds of soft skin. She could smell the aroma of sex in the air, mingled with the wine and the richness of their evening meal. Stefan continued to kiss her, encouraging Lauren to also take part by guiding Emma's legs up off the sofa and around Reudi's back. The change of position meant that he ploughed deeper into the little girl, their skin slapping rhythmically with every stroke.

Lauren leaned back and watched between his legs, his cock splitting her, the force of his stroke rocking her gently on the sofa. Her moaning increased slowly. Certainly she was not one of the silent types and was likely to give full vent to her feelings as she approached orgasm. Lauren licked her index finger and teased around the bottom of her vulva, spreading the slickness lower towards her anus. Emma made no sign of realisation of what Lauren was doing, nor any sign of disapproval, so she continued, massaging around the tight opening, twirling her finger, pushing gently against her asshole in time with Reudi's strokes.

Emma reached over Reudi and gripped her feet, pulling her legs back against her chest as hard as she could, exposing her anus completely to Lauren's touch. As her moaning increased, Lauren pushed harder against her hole, introducing first her nail and then almost an inch of her finger. The heat inside the girl was intense, the muscles strong and pulsing as Reudi pounded into Emma with abandon, nuzzling against her neck as he licked her ear, his hot breath rasping with his laboured breathing.

Emma shook her head, throwing Stefan from her lips as she shook, moaning with each breath, louder and louder until she pulled her legs tight up against her with all her might. Her mouth opened but only silence came out. Her eyes screwed up tight as though blinded by the light of her orgasm. Lauren kept a gentle pressure on her anus as the muscles spasmed. Emma bucked hard against the sofa, mimicking the boy's rhythm and forcing him as hard as possible against her with every stroke. Guttural grunts emanated from deep within her as Reudi continued to pound into her teenage body.

After several silent seconds Emma exhaled, gripping the boy tightly round his neck as he continued to stroke. Lauren transferred her attention to him, wetting his asshole, and from the squeal from his lips, suprising him as she slowly pushed inside. She kissed his back and neck, encouraging him to continue, and was rewarded by a shuddering and amazed look on his face as his orgasm approached. With a scream, he came, and Lauren pushed as deep as she could into him, feeling the pulsing of the walls of his rectum as he shot deep into Emma's pussy. Stroke after stroke, he pounded into her, shuddering and twitching as his seed frothed around his red cock, already dribbling down the lips of Emma's pussy. He buried his head in the cushions of the sofa, nestling into her neck as the last of his orgasm pulsed through his cock.

Emma pushed against his shoulders gently. He looked down between her legs and watched as he slowly withdrew his wet cock from inside her. To his obvious delight it bobbed and dribbled as he sat on his haunches. Everyone except Emma could see the flow of white cum that had already emerged from inside her.

"Want to get cleaned up?" she asked.

Emma shook her head, smiling as she took Lauren's hand.

"Feel!" she said, guiding Lauren's hand down between her thighs.

"What a lot, eh? Want to taste?"

"Mmm!" Lauren scooped a little from around her vagina and offered her the finger. Emma licked, giggling so much that the others joined in. Lauren looked at her, lying down on the sofa, so happy, so young and so ridiculously sexy.

"Just sit on the sofa, I'll clean you up. Nicely!" said Lauren, winking at her as she pushed her backwards against the sofa. Lauren took hold of her ankles and held her feet firmly down on the cushions.

Lauren positioned herself between Emma's legs. Her bottom stuck out rudely as Stefan approached her. He shuffled on his knees, holding his proud cock with his right hand as he steadied himself with his left hand on Lauren's back. Reudi watched delightedly from his vantage point next to Emma on the sofa, his cock sticking towards the ceiling in celebration of it's first taste of action.

Lauren licked along Emma's thighs while her eyes remained fixed on the young girls dribbling pussy. The tender lips were still spread, smeared in cum with her clitoris still visible between the tiny folds above her vagina. Lauren's tongue darted occasionally into the furnace of her sex, tasting the mixture of youthful lust. She buried her face in her pussy as she felt the tip of Stefan's cock part her own pussy lips. As he pushed deeper, she simply rested her head on the smoothness of Emma's stomach, drinking in the sight of her vulva, the swollen lips and the wonderful aroma of her sex.

Stefan pushed steadily into Lauren, pulling her hips towards him as he filled her with his length. Lauren signed contentedly as the warming sensation of the young man permeated through her. She hugged Emma, turning to her right, brushing her cheek over the girl's stomach. She opened her eyes and was rewarded with the sight of Reudi toying with his cock, pulling the foreskin back up over the bulb, then gently moving it down again between thumb and forefinger. The cum still glistened from the tip all the way down to his crumpled balls.

Lauren closed her eyes again, moving her hips to encourage more rapid stroking from her partner, while she descended again between Emma's tanned thighs. She sensed her way down between her lips, flirting with her clitoris on her way to the entrance. Her tongue strained as she pushed deep inside her; she lifted her bottom with her hands and plunged again, deeper, and to her delight found an untapped reservoir of cum ready to be lapped up. She withdrew her tongue as she felt Stefan's cock bulge inside her. Her own vaginal walls rippled with the sensation, gripping him harder as she ground her hips round against him. His fingers dug into her skin, pulling her hard against his cock at a rapidly increasing rate.

Stefan brought his right hand round to her stomach as he reached for her pussy while trying to maintain his balance. He cupped her in the palm of his hand, covering her lips and holding his cock in place while his left hand sought her anus. A finger, maybe his thumb, pressed against her tight opening, sending waves of pleasure through Lauren's body. She re-doubled her efforts with Emma, pushing the little girl's bottom high off the sofa as she plunged inside her. Grunts from Stefan grew in intensity until he thrust his finger deep inside Lauren, pumping heavily with his cock as it expanded once again and he came, his strokes continuing in their strength as he emptied himself inside the naked girl.

Lauren pushed against him hard, demanding he continue. She knew she still had some way to go, but was equally sure that she was in for a treat if the rumbling warmth inside was any guide.

"Please, just a little more!" she pleaded.

But Stefan sank to the floor, falling out of Lauren. She turned to see his cock laying against his thigh, dripping with his seed. She turned and took hold of his weapon. It was thick, sticky and definitely done for the day. He lay on the floor with his eyes closed, unaware that the other two were also watching him. Lauren turned to Emma.

"Well, did you enjoy that?" she asked, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"God yeah!" Emma looked at Reudi, smiling into his eyes. Lauren saw the signal that passed between them and decided that it was time to bring the evening's entertainment to a close.

Lauren watched the boys close the door quietly behind themselves, their clothes back on quickly, ties stuffed into pockets. She lay, still naked, on the sofa and left a message via the Concierge for Emma's father that everything was fine and that they would see him at breakfast. Lauren grew more annoyed as the night wore on, and even her shower with Emma seemed to heighten the irritation at being left out of the satisfaction stakes. Stefan had so much promise earlier, but maybe the drink had got to her. She watched Emma carefully as the little girl soaped herself, absently pushing her young hand between her thighs as she cleaned her pussy. Lauren thought about twisting her round and cleaning her buttocks, but felt that it wouldn't really be appreciated. She could see that Emma was still excited by what had happened that evening.

They slipped into Lauren's bed and cuddled, naked. She pulled Emma on top of her, the baby softness of her shaved pussy quite wonderful. Emma slid down from her shoulder onto the pillow, her eyes fluttering closed. Lauren kissed her forehead and pulled her arm from around her shoulders, letting her drift off to sleep.

They woke during the night, around three o'clock. Lauren visited the bathroom, half hoping as she sat on the toilet that Emma would creep in. But she was still asleep when she returned. She kissed her shoulder, and was surprised when Emma rolled over to return the kiss. She smiled, pleased to have someone there to share the night. They kissed, Emma dreamy, half awake, not registering Lauren's strong need for love.

They joined Emma's father at eight o'clock that morning, enjoying a breakfast of yoghurt and strawberries, plus toast and coffee. The rest of the day was spent sight-seeing, although Gustav disappeared back to his room mid-afternoon to catch up on some work. Lauren and Emma were comparatively well-behaved, although she was conscious that she stared, even examined, every eligible male that came into sight. At five o'clock they were back in their room, flopped on the bed. Emma tipped out the collection of souvenirs she had amassed during the day, trying on a couple of T-shirts that looked as though they were destined for a single wash and then the bin.

Lauren lay on the bed, aroused each time Emma pulled the T-Shirt over her head, her little girl breasts catching on the material, teasing her nipples into action. Lauren stared at the gap between her legs, the tight material of her knickers as it bit into the top of her thighs, the perfectly clear outline of her labia beneath the thin cotton. Her resolve was wearing thin, her ability to refrain from ripping the girl's knickers off and taking her pussy in her mouth diminishing with every T-Shirt. Thank goodness, she thought, that Emma hadn't bought underwear. What really crazed her, though, was that she knew without doubt that had she stripped her, there would only have been giggle, laughter, intense loving. Nobody would ever know and her sexual demands would have been satisfied until the need reared it's head again. But she conquered her desires, dressing quickly in a very conservative pale green floral print dress before leaving the room to watch the television. Emma emerged minutes later with a skirt and white blouse, bare legs and flip flops. Chapter 28

As evening fell, the girls made their way cautiously out of the hotel lobby, turning left towards the center of town once again. Neon lights blazed in the distance as shops closed up for the night and the club life began in earnest. Music spilled from roadside bars and cafes as they threaded their way through the narrow, noisy backstreets.

"Hey!" whispered Emma, "Do you think it's, you know, safe down here?" She looked around as though expecting to be mugged at any moment. Lauren squeezed her waist, feeling the heat of the young girl though the thin fabric.

"Sure, we'll be in the main square in a minute. We can just find a nice cafe and have a drink while we watch the world go by. What about that big one over the other side?" asked Lauren, pointing the other side of the cross-roads. Emma shrugged, still unconvinced.

"I hope it's cooler in there. It's so humid tonight"

The cafe turned out to be an elegant restaurant that had spilt out onto the pavement. It catered for dinner but also served coffee and cold drinks outside. They found a table just under the awning and giggled when the waited arrived even before they were seated.

"Senoritas?" he asked, flamboyantly presenting them each with a menu and a well- practiced smile. "What can I give you two beautiful ladies tonight?" he asked, eyes locked in Lauren's breasts. Emma nodded towards Lauren.

"We'd both like Perrier with ice and lemon, please."

"Very good, anything to eat?"

"No thanks." replied Lauren, folding and returning the menu. She watched him hustle back to the bar, his buttocks encased in impossibly tight black trousers. She turned to see Emma watching the traffic and tourists as they both passed slowly on their way.

"Hey, I've just remembered, I should get something for my Mum before we go." said Emma, touching Lauren's arm. They both leaned with their elbows on the table as though huddled in thought.

"Get her a plate, or something local. Like pottery or a rug. There's tons of tourist shops" suggested Lauren.

"Yeah, maybe we should get it on the way back to the hotel"

Their drinks arrived and they spent the best part of the next half hour watching and occasionally chatting until it was time to wander back. Lauren paid, apparently leaving such a generous tip from the profusion of compliments that came from the waiter that she thought she might have given him the wrong banknote. Arm in arm they happily retraced their steps, daring on several occasions to dive into dimly lit shops, resurfacing minutes later wiser but not bearing gifts. As they crossed the street to enter the hotel they both noticed a small shop a little further down the road, past the hotel.

"Hey, let's try, it looks like it's got lots of stuff!" said Emma, pulling

Lauren with her. The shop indeed was packed to the ceiling with tourist memorabilia, from American shot glasses to castanets, rugs, blankets, Mexican hats, ponchos and everything else that may or may not be connected with Venezuela.

Lauren examined the goods with great interest, tempted almost to buy something for her own parents. A couple of gaudy paintings hung on the wall, and she stood back to appreciate them.

"Ow!" shrieked the girl as Lauren crunched her toes.

"Oh, I am sorry!" exclaimed Lauren genuinely. She looked up to see a girl younger than herself, with a boyfriend approaching, a concerned look on his face. Lauren examined at their features and decided they were European. The girl's expression suggested that the pain was slowly disappearing.

"On holiday?" asked Lauren loudly, her hands flaying.

"Hey, are you from Switzerland?" asked the boy, smiling. Emma arrived to find out what the commotion was about.

"Mmm. We're living in San Falino, just here for the weekend."

"Wow, whereabouts in Switzerland?" asked the girl as the shop assistant rounded the corner to inspect the scene.

"Andelburg, near Interlaken. Know it?"

"No, but I know where you mean. We're closer to Zurich. What do you think of this dump?" asked the girl.

"It's OK. Hot"

"Yeah!" replied the boy, "We slept about half an hour last night. They said they had air conditioning when we checked in, but it's only in the big suites, not in our cheap rooms."

"And the bath doesn't work. Well, the water comes out but there's no plug, no shower."

"Bung it up with a towel!"    "Hey, that's an idea. Nobody really knows we're here. We're both supposed to be visiting friends. But the hotel has really spoiled our fun and we can't afford to move to a better room."

"Come and cool down in ours!" exclaimed Emma, clearly taking a liking to the girl who might have been only a couple of years older than her.

"No, we must be getting back, try and get some sleep!" said the young boy, making a move towards the door.

"Hey, look, we've got a spare room, use that."

"We couldn't. But I wonder, could I use your bathroom, just to get clean?" asked the girl, a plea in her eyes as she looked up at Lauren.

"Of course, come on. Or do you want to buy something?

"Nope, we don't really have the money, we were just looking." The girl slipped her hand in her boyfriend's. "I'm Amelia, and this is Ben. Most people call me Amy" They nodded at each other, Amy's pony tail bobbing behind her. Lauren noticed a facial similarity between    herself and the young girl. Their brown hair colour was similar, but Lauren was much slimmer and had a more athletic build, and was good two or three inches taller. The boy was by no means handsome but his face was cheeky, full of laughter and reminded Lauren of a playful rogue that she had seen in a Dickens film of eighteenth century London. She noted the body language as they moved within the confines of the shop. Gentlemanly courtesy from the boy, a shy glance at both herself and Emma. The girl however took a good look at Emma, almost measuring herself against her as they shuffled out of the shop, into the hotel and straight up into their room.

"Oh, wow. It's so cool in here, and so big! God look! You could fit three of our rooms into your lounge." said Ben, awestruck.

Lauren was pleased. She watched their faces as they took in the splendor of the suite, and then slipped out to her own room to grab two new towels.

"Here you go. You two get in there and when you've finished we can all have a nice cold drink" said Lauren, busying herself around the fridge and ice bucket.

Ben looked sheepishly at Amy. "Er, you go first, I'll wait"

"No, you first, and clean the bath!" smiled Amy, handing him a towel. Ben shrugged and followed Lauren to the bathroom. When she returned she motioned to Amy to sit on the sofa. Emma joined her while Lauren sat on the floor.

"We don't mind if you bath together, it's OK you know" said Lauren.

"Well, we're not really boyfriend and girlfriend, you see."

"Brother and sister?" asked Emma, a little too keenly.

"No. Oh No! We're more friends at the moment." She turned to see a quizzical look on Lauren's face and exhaled, slumping against the sofa as though resigned to tell the story. "Our parents think we're with schoolfriends, but of course we're not. We've been seeing each other about a year and this was supposed to be our first romantic.... you know, time together. But it's turned into a nightmare.

"But what's wrong with the hotel? asked Emma.

"It's so hot you can't sleep. I woke up this morning when the traffic started at about five and was covered in sweat. I've slept about five hours in three days. The first night wasn't so bad but I'd eaten something and had tummy trouble. Ben thinks I'm making it up, or that I prefer girls but I'd dreamed about these few days for so long and it's all going wrong"

Lauren recognised the advent of tears and shuffled along the carpet towards her. She touched her knee, instinctively glancing into the gap between her thighs and skirt. She was rewarded with a picture of blackness and a pang of excitement. "Hey, don't cry. Emma was right, use our spare room. It's no problem, although we go home tomorrow afternoon. At least you'd get one lovely night." The tears stopped with a sniff and Emma skipped off for a tissue.

"Are you sure?" she said, confidentially in Emma's absence. Lauren nodded. "He still might not want me. I don't know what to think". Amy looked glumly at her lap, fiddling with her skirt. Lauren took her hand.

"Of course he will. Why not? He's a young boy and you're a pretty girl" Amy smiled warmly at Lauren. She started to speak and paused. "What?" asked Lauren.

"Well, he thinks I don't like boys that much"

"And prefer girls?"

"Yep"

"Why?"

"Just some rumours. At school" The tears welled up as her lower lip quivered. "I hate some people. They just want to bloody meddle"

"What concern is it of theirs? We all do some experimenting, don't we." suggested Lauren, running her hand over her knee. Lauren squeezed her leg before dropping her hands to her lap.

Amy looked up as though shocked. "What, you mean..."

"Course. There's no harm. But I've had a boyfriend for five years as well. Had one, rather. He's in Switzerland now." she said, gazing back at the girl's knees. Still darkness beyond. Emma returned with a handful of tissues and placed them beside her. Amy gratefully picked up one and wiped her nose, smiling weakly as though signaling the end of the conversation. "Have your bath and I'll make sure he understands."

"I just want it to be wonderful for him, so that we never forget."

"Don't worry, trust me. He won't be able to leave you alone. Then you can have a bath together to celebrate. How about that?" asked Lauren, taking hold of her hands.

Amy nodded vigorously and turned towards Emma, grinning. Lauren watched as her eyes took in the little girl, unashamedly wandering from her hair, over her eyes and lips to her breasts and beyond. Amy slumped further in the sofa, closing her tearful eyes. Lauren continued to hold her hands as the little girl's skirt rode very slightly up her thigh. A churning sensation made itself known deep inside her, confirming her suspicions that the night was really just starting. Lauren traced a pattern with her finger along the girls legs. They chatted for maybe ten minutes while the conversation grew more intriguing, more intimate. Secrets were exchanged and trust established as Lauren continued her exploration of Amy's legs. Emma sat with her legs curled up underneath her, probably unaware that Lauren, from her vantage point below, could see the crease of her knickers.

"Just make sure you clean yourself really well, these streets are so dusty." said Lauren in a mock-motherly voice.

Amy giggled. "Tell him that!"

"OK, I will"

"No!" laughed Amy. But Lauren was on her way, and five seconds later was rapping on the bathroom door.

"Room service! Amy says that you might need help washing some parts of you?"

A muffled yelp emanated from inside and Lauren decided that further teasing was unnecessary. He probably understood that she had been talking in confidence to Amy and that he was still in everyone's good books. As she returned to the lounge, Lauren was sure that Amy and Emma had edged closer together. "Can we do anything else on your big night?" asked Lauren.

"Well,...No." said Amy.

"Go on, ask! We won't mind."

"That's right. We're very broad-minded!" added Emma. Amy again looked down to the two small buds beneath Emma's T-Shirt. Amy turned back to Lauren.

"Well, you could, sort of..... Oh, it's so, I don't know.."

"Help?"

"Would you? I mean, not do anything, just make sure he enjoys it? I don't know..."

"You'll both be fine. Really. Just have your bath. Why not go and kick him out of the bathroom? That'll break the ice and anyway, he's been in there long enough. He'll probably be all crinkly by now!" Amy jumped up delightedly and bounded out of the room.

"She likes you." stated Lauren.

"She's nice" replied Emma quickly.

More rapping on the door was followed by a few giggles, another door slam and then the sight of Ben at the doorway. His hair was wet and frizzed up and he was covered by a single thick white towel around his lower body. The girls laughed as he wandered into the room, clearly debating where he should sit.

"Want to dry your hair?"

"No, it's OK."

"Don't be dumb, you can't sleep like that." said Lauren, springing off the floor. "I'll get a drier and do it for you. Wait there." ordered Lauren, pointing to the sofa. He slouched across the floor and sat next to Emma, self-consciously adjusting his towel over his legs.

"Here, plug this in, Emma" said Lauren, kneeling on the sofa next to the poor boy so that her thin skirt revealed a great deal of her tanned thigh. She produced a comb and pulled it through his hair, steadying his head with her left hand. Emma tested the hairdryer and laid it on the sofa as she watched Lauren go about her duties.

"Amy tells me that you've been seeing each other for about a year" said Lauren as she combed.

"Yes." He paused, confused and embarrassed at being waited on by two girls. "What else did she tell you?"

"That she wants tonight to be very special. And that she wants Emma and me to help so that you'll remember it forever." said Lauren in a sing-song manner, breaking him in gently to the idea.

"What?" he exclaimed.

"Hey, relax. And we talked about girls and girls, and girls and boys. There's nothing wrong you know." Lauren stopped her combing and picked up the drier. She looked at him directly. "Haven't you ever touched a boy, not even once?" The discomfort on his face told her everything. "Of course you have, so it's only natural to experiment. Everyone does it at some time, even if it's only for ten minutes."

"Hey, I don't mind"

"Good, because Emma and I do it now and again, don't we?" said Lauren smiling as she caressed the side of Emma's face. She pulled her towards her and kissed her lips. Ben lowered his gaze and Lauren followed to see him covering himself with his hands. "OK, now let's dry your hair!" She flicked the switch and to Ben's surprise, straddled his legs and directed the warm air from above his head. She brushed her skirt against his face as she ruffled his hair, introducing the airflow evenly. She swayed slowly back and forth, side to side as her mound pressed against him, his nose tracing circles above her knicker line.

He sighed with pleasure as the evening's entertainment unfolded and his realisation of what might happen grew with his imagination. Emma watched intently, smiling whenever he turned his head in her direction.

"Emma, make sure his legs are dry."

The young girl slid off the sofa and peeled the towel apart from his shins, rubbing slowly as she worked her way up towards his knees. He parted his knees obligingly as she knelt in front of him, giving Emma a wonderful view of his hairy thighs and Lauren's firm legs as they disappeared beneath her tight skirt. As if reading her thoughts, Lauren turned, smiling. "Unhitch my skirt, could you?" Ben flinched as though presented with a red-hot poker. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you! You've seen it all before, I'm sure!" said Lauren, glancing at him. His face gave him away long before he spoke.

"Well, sort of...."

"This is going to be the first time for both of you, right?" she said, returning to her drying. He nodded, concealed from the sight of Emma who had now revealed his thighs. Lauren felt the little warm hands against her own and sank slightly with a satisfied sigh to encourage her exploration. Her pussy hovered over his bulging towel, teasing him with the sight of her tight white knickers and the inevitable crease that showed her female shape. Lauren was conscious that she didn't want to push her luck too far. It would be disastrous if he became so embarrassed that he fled from the room. She concentrated on his hair, alternately combing and drying him until she was satisfied that he wouldn't catch cold.

Finally she sank back to sit on his thighs, stopping Emma from any further exploration but allowing him to see more of her knickers while she admired her attempts at hairdressing.

"Amy'll be out in a minute. Want to dry her hair or shall we let Emma do it?"

"I don't mind." he answered shyly.

"I think Emma can do it, then we can keep Amy amused. We could whisper dirty things to her while Emma dries her hair, or you could slowly take her clothes off and kiss her all over." suggested Lauren, hoping that he caught the general idea that the objective was not to ram his willy into her at the first opportunity.

"She might get upset. She's never let me before, you know."

"Do you want to tell me what she has done for you?"

"No, it's, you know...." He grinned bashfully at her, glancing at Emma as though to say there were minors present.

"Don't you worry. I'll tell you what, I'll tell you about what happened in this room last night. Then you can tell us, OK?"

"OK, what happened?" Suddenly, as though someone had flicked a switch, Emma perked up and without any further prompting, launched into the whole story.

"And then after the game we came across to this sofa and the young boy made love to me while Lauren and the older one watched." As she spoke, Lauren watched fascinated as his hands wandered over his lap and his eyes fixed upon the area of their bodies that was being described by Emma. The other revelation was that Lauren noticed absolutely no embarrassment or coyness with Emma's narration. Every important event was mentioned without hesitation, and she even animated certain events in front of Amy by pressing her breasts or running her hand between her legs. "Eventually, with a little help from Lauren, he came inside me then fell onto the floor I think. Lauren cleaned me up beautifully while I lay here. That's about it."


Chapter 29

"What about your story?" prompted Lauren.

"Well, she's you know, put her hand down here...." He motioned down between his legs.

"And held your willy?" asked Lauren.

"Well, only through my jeans."

Emma sat up, one leg flat on the sofa and the other at ninety degrees, affording an unrestricted view of her little knickers. Lauren realised that she sat like that perfectly innocently, unaware that she was arousing him with a display of provocation greater than anything he had seen in his life. "Have you touched her?" she asked.

The boy looked at Emma, noting her legs, and shook his head. "I don't think so. My hand went under her dress once but I think I just touched the top of her leg. I've touched her here, though!' he said, patting his chest.

"Do you want to touch my pussy?" asked Emma.

"No!" shouted Lauren. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you jump, it's just that it's their first time so let's leave it like that. There's plenty

of time afterwards for experimenting, believe me."

The bathroom door shuddered and Amy came into the lounge, still damp even though she had made an effort to dry her hair. The towel covered her from above her breasts to mid thigh.

"Hey, here's a hairdryer. Emma's going to do it for you. We kept Ben entertained while you were in the bath."

Amy looked down at his lap, catching a glimpse of Lauren's handiwork before his hands quickly covered the evidence. Amy slid along the sofa towards him and nestled against his shoulder, kissing him lightly on the neck while Emma took hold of the hairdryer and got ready to straddle Amy. Lauren glanced at Amy, trying to ensure that such a move was acceptable, and seeing no reluctance in her expression, she eased Emma across her legs and handed her the comb. Once Emma had started and looked like she wouldn't have any trouble, Lauren took Ben's hand and pulled him down to the floor.

"OK, now, the secret is 'slowly'" said Lauren in a whisper as she leaned against the sofa. Her legs stretched out such that he had a full view of her knickers and the thought thrilled her as she watched him struggle with his cock beneath the towel. "There's no rush, and while your willy might be straight as a board, she'll need some time before she's in the same state. So take your time, kiss her from the feet upwards, use your hands and fingers all over her legs, and just hint that you're going to get to the top sometime."

Ben followed her every word, kissing her feet, licking her toes and massaging her legs as he worked his way slowly higher. He was rewarded by an almost imperceptible parting of Amy's legs as his fingers worked their way over her knees and onwards underneath the tight towel. Lauren looked up and watched as Emma performed miracles on Amy's long dark hair. The little girl's fingers kneaded and massaged her head as the drier whined loudly. Lauren caught Amy's eye and grinned. Amy smiled back invitingly, encouraging Lauren to slide up nearer to her.

"This is fun. I feel so,...I don't know, so pampered!"

"Good, how's he doing?" asked Lauren, motioning to her legs.

"Lovely, going in the right direction!"

"I think Emma should get in the mood as well, what do you think?"

Amy nodded slightly as she looked up at Emma. Lauren took that as confirmation and slid her hands around Emma's waist until she found the clasp. She tugged sideways until the material parted and the wrap-around fell silently over Amy's towel. Lauren ran her hands through Amy's hair, checking to see how it was doing.

"Time to go to the bedroom, I think. We'll all carry you, eh.?"

Amy giggled as Lauren pulled Ben to his feet and they lifted her off the sofa and easily carried her through to Lauren's room and onto the bed. Lauren stacked pillows under her head and sent Emma off to collect as many as could be found. When they had settled, Ben positioned himself at her feet, while Emma and Lauren lay beside her. Amy rested in almost a sitting position, a large white pillow under her bottom that blossomed between her legs.

"Do you want us to leave?" asked Lauren to both of them.

"No, please stay!" pleaded Amy. Ben made no comment, although his smile betrayed the fact that he had clearly enjoyed his education at the hands of Lauren.

"OK, we'll be here to watch" said Lauren as she leaned back against the headboard. Slowly, Ben moved closer to Amy, parting her legs as far as the towel would allow. Amy reached out to him and took hold of the towel, tugging at the corner as the know slowly undid. It fell onto the bed, revealing his cock standing proudly up, glistening at the end where his excitement had already made its mark.

"Ooh, wow!" exclaimed Amy as she watched it bob in front of her eyes. Lauren glanced over at Emma and noted that she too was transfixed with the boy's thick shaft. Amy touched the tip and marveled as it recoiled and returned to it's upright position. She touched his balls, all the while looking at his face for any sign or reaction. His smile hardly faltered as her hands explored, although his eyes most certainly swept over all three girls.

Lauren had an urge to remove her own clothes but resisted. Instead she slipped to the other side of the bed and sat behind Emma, pulling her tight against her chest while her legs wrapped around her thighs. Emma shifted slightly for comfort and rested her head back against Lauren.

Ben plucked up courage and had no doubt decided that it was his turn to explore. Reaching out to his virgin girlfriend, he helped her to shed the towel down to her waist, revealing her small breasts crowned with tiny, pert, pink nipples. Entranced, Lauren ran her hands over Emma's stomach, slowly making her way higher until her fingers disappeared under her shirt and found her young hillocks and their erect nipples. Emma groaned appreciatively as Lauren massaged and molded, teasing and tweaking each nipple in turn as Ben grew adventurous with each passing minute. Lauren noted the contours of Amy. Her legs squashed against the bed and she certainly was not muscular.

He eased himself over Amy, his cock still erect and throbbing, pointing now at her face as his lips found hers and they kissed, silently, lovingly. He then slowly lay down on top of her, giving her, for the first time in her life, the sensation of a boy's cock and the hint of impending penetration. Her legs parted voluntarily and her knees gripped his sides. Lauren knew that they would need little or no further instruction, their reactions and intuition inbred over thousands of generations, sealed somewhere in their minds at birth, ready for recall on moments such as this.

His kisses traveled further down her body, his tongue licking at her nipples perhaps a little too quickly as his impatience got the better of him and his kisses resumed towards her pussy.

"Oh yes, please Ben, yes."

He pulled the towel from her, struggling a little while she lifted her bottom. But then they were both naked, now oblivious to their audience, and Ben journeyed further, lapping over the sparse pubic hair that began above her vagina. Lauren couldn't see very much else, although she was obviously one of those girls that was blessed with a pussy that pouted naturally and that appeared to be thrust forward from between her legs further than most girls, giving her the appearance of a very babyish shape that invited any kind of penetration.

The boy's tongue stuck from his mouth, lapping noisily at her pussy. Lauren knew that she would not become aroused very much further by his unaccomplished action, but the effect on Ben was most noticeable as his breathing rate increased and he squatted between her legs, rubbing his cock on her thigh. Amy slowly opened her legs, running her hands over her inside thighs, ruffling his hair and groaning occasionally. Lauren could feel Emma shifting as well as the scene affected her so she slowly started to unbutton her shirt, tugging the sides to reveal more of her chest. The little girl responded by caressing her thighs and then seeking out Lauren's hair.

With her thighs parted and flat on the bed, Amy reached behind Ben's head and pulled him towards her, raising her bottom to intercept his cock as he approached. He stared at her wide-eyed, pausing before pushing into her. Amy shifted beneath him, positioning herself correctly before exhaling and encouraging him with further caresses.

"Oh God, slowly, that's it!" she moaned as he burrowed half way into her. Once again he looked at her lovingly, enquiringly as he withdrew and again pushed in.

"Now?" he asked.

"Yes, yes please!"

He withdrew and then plunged in as far as he dared, still cautious about hurting her and unsure just how hard he could thrust. Amy grabbed behind her knees and thrust up on his next stroke, pain etched across her face as she made the journey into womanhood. Gradually a smile lit her face and she turned to Lauren.

"Well done!" said Lauren. She leaned down to Amy and paused, waiting for the signal. Amy closed her eyes and lifted her head slightly. They kissed, Lauren's tongue almost immediately probing between her lips, feeling the response and the practiced flicking that told many stories.

Ben was obviously very close to orgasm as his motions continued during the girl's kiss and his fevered twitching increased. His cock thrust in and out of her until seconds later he shrieked and collapsed on top of Amy, writhing in the throes of satisfaction, oblivious to the two other girls watching. As he finished he rolled onto his back, pulling out of Amy noisily, exhaling as he wiped his brow.

"Oh God, that's amazing!" he laughed, turning to put his arm around Amy. "I love you" he said, sincerely. Lauren looked at Amy, wondering whether he had ever said that to her before, and whether it really meant 'I want to do this all the time'.

"Hey, don't go to sleep, Ben, you've got to do it some more" said Lauren, nodding in Amy's direction.

Amy smiled at Lauren and reached down to Ben's cock. It lay semi- erect against but still very much alive, bobbing against his pubic hair that was matted with come. They cuddled for several minutes while Lauren went to the lounge. On her return she carried a tray with four glasses of cold lemonade with ice. They drank gratefully, draining their glasses within minutes. Lauren took one of her ice cubes and ran it across her forehead.

"Oh, that's nice, so refreshing" she said as it melted and dribbled down her neck, finding her breasts beneath her shirt. "Does anyone mind if I take my top off?" They all smiled at her question. Lauren slipped off her shirt and nodded to Emma that she could do the same. Amy grinned at the girls, admiring Lauren's breasts and noting the hardness returning to Ben as he drooled over their tanned bodies. "Ready for some more?" she asked. Ben nodded, grinning as his cock once again jutted out from his pubic hair. "OK, Amy, why not try another position, like on all fours?"

"How?" she asked frowning.

Lauren positioned her, guiding Emma to her side and making sure Ben knelt behind her. "Want me to help to start with?"

"Yeah, sure" said Amy, looking behind over her shoulder. Lauren took hold of Ben's rampant cock in her left hand and parted the cheeks of the girl's bottom with the other. She found her asshole and ran her finger round it slowly, teasing her, determining if Amy had ever even thought of it as being a center of pleasure. Clearly she had not as she squirmed to her touch. Lauren pulled his cock closer to Amy's pussy, running it along the length of her bottom cheeks, round to her vagina and over her swollen clitoris. Amy's head sank to the pillow in expectation, and Lauren didn't disappoint her as she found the entrance to her vagina and guided Ben inside. He stroked slowly, adjusting his feet until his balance was correct.

"Is that good?" asked Lauren, her hand seeking out the elastic of her own knickers, tracing around the top of her legs and over her swollen labia.

"Oh yes, that's great. So deep, I can feel it building up." responded Amy, reaching out for Emma and twisting her round so that their lips could meet. "Ben, harder. Yes, that's it. Ben, I'm want to kiss her, do you mind?"

"God no, go on, do it!" he panted, focused on his own orgasm.

Amy's lips slowly approached Emma's, her tongue flicking and searching as the two girls finally embraced. Lauren watched Emma becoming more and more aroused as the little girl's fingers found her baby knickers and sought out the pleasure underneath. Her feet lifted from the bed up to the top of the headboard and then onto the wall as she plunged deeper inside herself. Ben pumped away, grunting regularly as Amy's breathing quickened, her moans became shrieks and her hand gripped her pussy, squeezing every drop of sensation out of the cock inside her. Amy's lips found Emma's breasts, and as she finally took one of the young mounds in her mouth she shrieked as if in pain. Her body froze rigid while Ben continued to pound into her, her fingers dug into the sheets and Emma's back. And then she was mobile again, picking up the pace until again she shouted out and rode the wave of orgasm that shot through her body, shuddering and shouting as pure pleasure at last filled her mind and she collapsed to lie across Emma.

She giggled several minutes later as Ben withdrew from inside her and turned so that she could lie alongside Emma. She looked up at Lauren and grinned, nestling against Emma's thigh.

"Hey, lover boy!" she said gently, pulling him closer. His cock sprung against his leg, wallowing in the thick film of cum that had gathered. She moved and rested against his chest, trailing her hands over his weapon in admiration. "Oh, it's waking up again!"

Ben laughed. Lauren guessed he was amused by his cock as much as by the audience and his apparent ease with the situation. Emma looked over Lauren's stomach to get a better view.

"Oh!" she said, reaching out slowly towards him. She touched the very tip of him, moving the cum around slowly over the bulb, then took the foreskin between her thumb and fingers and pulled it back over the knob. She moved to lie across Lauren and stroked his cock as though on an educational field trip. Gazing up at Lauren, her eyes asked the question silently.

"Emma, it's my turn, after the fiasco last night." she said, lifting Emma off her stomach. "I'll see what I can do for him! You can be my lady-in-waiting, or something like that"

"Do what?" asked Emma, reluctantly allowing Lauren to draw closer to Ben. Amy shuffled up to the end of the bed, content to watch as her man was serviced once again. Lauren lay down on the bed, her head beside Amy, and guided Ben between her legs.

"Think you can do it again?" she asked, stretching behind her head luxuriously, giving him the benefit of her firm breasts.

"I'm not sure. I expect so." he said, looking her breasts as he replied. Lauren squirmed beneath him, her legs gripping him slightly, riding up his body as her bottom lifted from the floor.

"Emma, come and stand up here, facing him." she commanded. Dutifully, the little girl stood and straddled her, looking behind to see what was next. Lauren took hold of her knickers from behind and slowly pulled them down. Her cute, tight little bottom came into view as Lauren slid them material lower and lower. Emma giggled as they both watched the expression on the boy's face.

"Oh God, that's so sexy!" he said, looking cautiously behind Emma to see his girlfriend's reaction. Amy simply nodded as Lauren tugged her clothing past her knees and down her shins.

"Now you should be good and ready, eh?" said Lauren, moving Emma to the side and sitting her down. "Come on, slowly in, you know"

He shuffled closer, holding his cock and positioned himself against her swollen entrance. Lauren felt him testing her lips and helped by pulling him slightly inside. The feeling delighted her and she raised her legs slightly in an effort to keep him on target. Her hands roamed his back as he sank deeper into her, searching out his buttocks and caressing his thighs. She felt her pussy lips, gratified with the thought of his cock disappearing into her body between her fingers.

Eyes closed, Lauren too was oblivious to the other girls, simply concentrating on his stroke and the swelling of his organ within her. Her hands gripped his buttocks as he increased in speed.

"Harder, don't be afraid!" she coaxed. She found his anus and lightly ran her fingers over the tight opening. He squealed as she probed, suggesting, tempting. It felt tight, dry and unyielding. She withdrew her middle finger and licked it suggestively for all to see, then sought and found the hole again. Spreading the lubrication, she timed her own penetration with his, sinking slowly deeper and deeper inside him. The tight ring pulsed, contracted and relaxed spastically as his stroking intensified and to her utter relief the tell-

tale signal of her own orgasm announced its arrival.

She crossed her legs over his back pulling him tightly into her, restricting his movements so that she had greater control. "Emma, get me a pillow behind my head!" she hissed desperately. Emma obliged and Lauren was rewarded with a better view of the boy's cock pounding into her vagina. Tremors rumbled through her, causing her thighs muscles to contract and her breathing to increase as her orgasm neared. His cock responded by bulging inside her, the thick veins rubbing against the walls of her pussy. She felt Emma's hands over her head, caressing her face and neck. She turned and licked at her fingers, delighted that Emma realised what she wanted, sucking furiously as the wave of pleasure crested and remained floated in mid-air, waiting for the final command.

Lauren thrust her finger deeper inside the boy's rectum, making him groan as his cock once again surged and swelled inside. A final deep thrust pushed her way over the edge, her legs gripping so tightly that she thought she would pull a muscle. She shrieked in pain as wave after wave caught her, carrying her senseless as his pounding continued. She returned to reality almost immediately as she felt his stroke falter and his cock bulge inside her tight wet pussy. Her finger withdrew and thrust back in rhythmically, obscenely as he came again, slumping over her body as he emptied himself into her sweltering sex.

They remained motionless for almost a minute until Lauren allowed her aching legs to uncurl and her feet touched the bed once again. Slowly she withdrew her finger from his anus, causing him to shudder. They rolled onto their sides and smiled at each other, shifting slowly as he withdrew silently. Amy shifted on the bed, smiling as she traced invisible lines over her man's back, reminding him that Lauren was only an experiment, or so she hoped.

Lauren removed her clothes and dressed in her own room, pleased that Emma had decided to do the same and leave their two guests alone. Lauren dumped their clothes haphazardly in her room, ready for packing the next morning and within twenty minutes they were again alone, dressed simply in T-shirts and knickers, ready for bed. Lauren visited the mini-bar, making a couple of orange drinks for the night. She sat on the edge of her bed as Emma pulled the sheets up to her chin.

"I think this place is fun, you know" said Emma, rolling onto her side and taking the drink.

"Yeah, but home tomorrow. Back to normal"

"Lori, why couldn't I do it with him?" asked Emma.

"Listen, once is enough for a long time. You're only thirteen. You're not even supposed to know about these things, let alone do it!" replied Lauren, touching her blonde hair.

"Will you stay with me?"

"No, we both need some sleep, sweety."

"Just wake up next to me, that's all?"

"No. Now come on, let's get some rest. We don't want your dad to think we've been up all night, do we?" said Lauren, tucking her up, feeling the heat from her body as she pulled the sheets tighter. Temptation rapped on the door and was turned away.

Lauren returned to her own room and sat on the toilet, recollecting their day and adventures. Emma had been sweet, that was the only word for it in her mind. The locals certainly stopped and stared as she walked along the main street, and the few wolf- whistles were most likely for Emma rather than herself. Ben had been fun, although she felt in hindsight that having sex with him was probably a bad move. The risks she was taking with Emma were extreme, but so were the rewards. The girl's beauty and sensuality were remarkable. Her innocence and grace a delight. But she was sensible enough to realise that she needed an alibi in place in case she was caught, or at least to be able to cast some doubt on potential accusations. Deciding to cultivate her friendship with Felix, to the exclusion temporarily of Emma, she smiled happily as though her problem had been solved. She would start the next day. Or better still, when they got back to the house; that way there would be a clean break from their weekend of fun.

Lauren kicked her knickers off from her ankles and pulled her feet up to the level of the toilet seat and gripped the rim with her toes. The door to the bathroom was wide open and she couldn't have cared less. She leaned back against the wall and spread her thighs, feeling their smoothness and rubbing the muscles as that familiar feeling of self- gratification made lewd suggestions. She leaned forward slightly, gripped her T-Shirt and pulled it over her head, throwing it through into the bedroom. Her breasts hung firmly, the nipples asleep until she ran the palms of her hands over them.

Lauren reached down with her right hand and felt her pussy lips. The caustic feel of her urine was mixed with the evidence of the encounter with Amy, and a slick area from her vagina down towards her anus reminded her of the success of their love-making. Gently she smudged the mixture around, working her finger very gently into her vagina and over the entrance to her anus.

The unusual position excited her, and she smiled as she sat facing the doorway, her middle finger in her anus and thumb massaging her clitoris. She knew however that she was tired, and would probably take too long to reach orgasm. Wiping herself, she flushed the toilet, kicked the clothes in her room into a semblance of order, and crawled into bed.


Chapter 30

Lauren woke just after eight o'clock, alone and rested. She stretched lazily over to the light by her bed and flicked the switch. She looked at the mess of clothing on the floor. A few months ago she might have groaned inwardly as she recollected their activities but that morning a smile spread across her lips as she replayed the action and sensed again the sensuous and outrageous loving they had enjoyed. Her skirt and bra lay by the door, unceremoniously tossed away in the heat of the night. Emma's knickers dangled from the corner of her bed, childlike in their size and style. She had no idea where her stockings had ended up. A hand slid across her breasts as she stretched, smoothing her stomach and finding the warmth between her legs. She curled up tightly, almost giggling as her thighs trapped her hand.

Reluctantly, she eventually slipped out of bed, naked, and wandered into her bathroom to use the toilet. Her reflection in the mirror confirmed the late night they had enjoyed but her youth would enable her to spring back into shape within a few minutes of having a wash and brushing her hair. She leaned over the bath and turned on the taps. The scalding water gushed into the huge tub, steam filling the air and even the noise providing a comforting early- morning massage as she wandered back into the room.

She watched the television from the edge of the bed, toying absently with Emma's knickers as she waited for her coffee to brew. She absently brought them to her nose, inhaling the musky scent, awakening in a start as she realised just what she was doing.

There was very little news in Venezuela about San Falino, although she recognised some of the news footage from the reports that had been shown during the week back home. Returning to the bathroom with her coffee, she brushed her teeth and slid into the warmth of the water, carefully holding the cup in her hand and sipping as the water soothed her muscles.

She dreamed, her eyes focused on infinity in the water. Many minutes later, she heard Emma calling out, first from the lounge and then closer from her bedroom.

"Hey, morning!" said Emma, poking her head round the doorway. She wore a T-Shirt and probably nothing else. Her hair was ruffled but still glorious; her T-Shirt hung loosely away from her slim hips. Her tanned legs parted very slightly as she leaned against the door, allowing Lauren a view of the hallway beyond, framed by the little girl's thighs and pussy lips.

"Hi!" smiled Lauren, staring. Emma sat on the edge of the bath, her legs facing away from Lauren. The T-Shirt rose up over her thighs, revealing bare skin. "I made coffee with one of those percolator things - there's more in there if you want some"

"No, I'm fine" said Emma, looking down. Lauren felt her eyes follow a course from her head across her breasts and straight between her legs. Even though she knew that the image of her pussy would be fuzzy under the water, it aroused her to think that Emma was examining her body at this early hour. Lauren smiled at her, touching her thigh.

"I ache a bit"

"Where?" asked Emma, grinning a little.

"The backs of my thighs, like I ran from Boquette to here!"

Emma giggled. She slowly slipped off the side of the bath and knelt, trailing her hand in the water as she gently splashed Lauren's breasts. Her fingers ran around her shoulders, down her side and along her thigh and back again. She hummed a little tune, relaxing for several minutes in the hot steamy room. Lauren slipped lower into the bath, sighing as the water lapped at her hair. Emma's head rested on her arm as she played the water over her body.

"Want to join me?"

Emma stopped humming, looked kindly at Lauren and rose slowly. She pulled her T- Shirt over her head and stood against the bath, naked, her legs slightly parted.

"Do you want me to?" she asked.

Lauren touched her thigh, around the top of her labia and down between her legs. Her fingers returned up the inside of her thighs and touched her sweet lips. Emma smiled and put her left foot into the water carefully as though testing the temperature. Her pussy lips parted gloriously and gave Lauren a perfect view of her slight arousal. She swung her leg over very slowly, deliberately, into the bath to stand in front of Lauren.

"Can I slip in beside you?" asked Emma.

Lauren moved to one side and let Emma slide in alongside. She put her arm around her and pulled her close, eyes fixed on her lips, waiting for the infinitely tiny signal that would confirm that a kiss was in order. It came with the smile in Emma's eyes. Lauren leaned and kissed her upper lip. Emma responded gently, resting her left hand on Lauren's waist, just below her breasts.

"I missed you last night" said Emma.

"Sweety, we can't stay together every night. Otherwise someone is sure to find out. And anyway, it makes our times together all the more wonderful"

"Hmm." replied Emma, brushing droplets of water off Lauren's breast. "But this is so good as well. So naughty." she said, swirling the water around in the bath. Lauren's stomach tensed as she felt a hand glide down towards her navel.

"Yeah!" whispered Lauren, caressing her cheek as if to silence her. She pushed her tongue between her lips and tasted her mouth. No toothpaste, no coffee. Lauren couldn't have cared less. She pulled Emma over so that she lay on top of her, making the water swish precariously close to the rim of the bath. Emma's pussy ground into her own while the smoothness of their legs and arms caused tremors and ideas to bubble up in both girls. Lauren felt her way along the little girl's back, down to the firm globes of her buttocks and deep into the crevice. Emma rested her head on Lauren's shoulder. The water lapped at her hair so that it darkened and dripped like Lauren's.

"Wash me!" said Lauren, reaching for the soap.

Emma knelt in front of her and lathered her hands before leaning over and rubbing the bubbles over Lauren's firm breasts, toying with her responding nipples. She even rubbed bubbles seductively over herself, pouting as if in a movie as she thrust her hand between her legs. Lauren smiled at her carefree nature and touched her thigh lightly. Emma's hands worked their way down to her legs, leaving a white trail of soap and slipperiness as she washed her knees and down to her feet.

"Let the water out a bit." suggested Lauren. Emma obeyed, the water gurgling out until less than an inch was left. Lauren felt the soapy young hands over her pubic hair, running down her labia and teasing her lips. She smiled broadly and closed her eyes, sighing with contentment. Emma moved her attention to her thighs, soaping them in a circular motion as she progressed from the tight tendons at the top of her thighs down to her knees, and finally arrived at her feet. Emma put one of her feet against her chest and pulled it tight against herself, looking along her legs to her pussy, exposed and dripping with bubbles. She glided slowly back up her legs, pushing Lauren's feet behind herself so that Lauren could wrap her legs around her waist, pulling her closer to her pussy.

Emma rubbed the bar of soap against her asshole in the lightest of movements, up and down along the length between the cheeks of her bottom to her lips. She splashed water over her occasionally, keeping the skin wet and slippery as Lauren's stomach muscles started to fret, contracting and rippling beneath her tan. Lauren raised her legs and rested them on the side of the bath. The tiny hands continued to wash her, teasing her hole for several minutes while Lauren moaned in appreciation, eyes closed and in awe of the gentle skill of the girl.

Lauren felt her insert a single, tiny finger into her bottom, then remove it immediately before introducing two, pushing hard into her anus while rubbing the soap against her pussy lips. She knew she would come within minutes, but felt that she wanted a change of scenery, wanted to be able see absolutely everything of Emma as she came.

"Hey, my turn. Stand up!" said Lauren, bringing her legs back into the shallow warm bath. She noticed a slight reluctance in Emma's eyes as she stood in front of her. Lauren pushed her palms between her knees and gently spread her legs. She looked up at the little girl, noticing the erect nipples that crowned her tiny breasts and her wan smile. Emma brushed her hair back from her face and held it behind her head, pushing her chest out while Lauren lathered her legs. She squeezed her buttocks, feeling the wet, firm flesh with her fingers and watched the tiny droplets of water trickling down from her pussy, along her thighs and into the bath.

She ran the bar of soap over Emma's pussy lips, pleased as the edge sank into her young sex and pushed the lips apart. Lauren shifted in the bath, her own pussy slick and ready and growing more anxious with every inch of exploration. Lauren dropped the soap and ran her finger along the length of Emma's slit. Her legs opened further in response as a whimper came from deep inside her and her hand rested on Lauren's shoulder. Lauren felt underneath her, past the opening to her vagina, and located her tight anus. She administered more soap to the area, causing a louder squeal from Emma as she intruded less than half an inch. Lauren thought that she must be feeling exceptionally aroused that morning, and decided that any further frolicking should wait until they were out of the bath, perhaps even in Emma's bed for a change.

Lauren took hold of her hips and guided her back into the water, then turned her round and wrapped her arms around her waist, pulling her back against her breasts so that she could kiss her ear. Emma leaned back, her muscles taught as she strained to kiss Lauren on the lips. Lauren cupped her breasts as they sank into the water, their legs entwined.

"I need to go to the toilet, Lori"

Lauren hugged her close. "Have you ever done it here, in the bath?"

"Euch! No way!" said Emma, breaking out of the embrace and looking at Lauren in horror.

"Hey, it's OK. Let the water out." suggested Lauren, moving towards the plug.

"You can't be serious!"

"Sure, Just do it. It's the strangest sensation! I've done it. I'll wash it

away with the shower!" said Lauren, caressing her hair gently. "Go on, honest, it's lovely."

Emma looked at her unconvinced. "No, I'll use the toilet over here" she said as a compromise, raising herself to a kneeling position.

"I know!" said Lauren, pulling the plug out. "If you can't do it, then use the toilet. Trust me...please?" said Lauren, kissing her very gently on the lips. She could feel the tension in her face, the worry and concern of doing something so alien with someone watching. "Please?" She kissed her again. Emma turned and saw the last of the bathwater running out of the plughole. She shook her head.

"I just can't!" she said, her chin dropping momentarily.

Lauren stood and unfastened the shower attachment, feeling the temperature of the water until she was satisfied. "Look, if you turn round, I'll wash it down the plughole. It so easy!"

"Will you do it as well?" asked Emma, unconvinced.

"Of course! I don't need to go at the moment. Later, though!"

Emma looked at her. Lauren touched the side of her face with her fingers as she played the shower over her legs and thighs. Emma looked into the distance, worried and unsure of herself.

"Turn round so that you're facing away from me. I'll be between you and the taps and I'll just keep the shower on your bottom and pussy. Now try and push, so a little comes out." Lauren held the shower in her right hand while Emma knelt on all fours. She laid her head on the end of the bath and turned so that she could just see Lauren.

"Just relax." said Lauren, her voice gentle and reassuring. "Feel the water on your bottom and pussy. I can see it dripping down your legs into the bath. You look so lovely from here. I promise I'll do it for you if you want."

Emma shifted slightly, breathing out slowly as her bottom twitched slightly.

"Good girl, just relax. Let it all come out. Push just a little bit." Lauren watched her efforts and the slight distortion of her anus as she tried to push. She touched her pussy, pushing her finger in and then running around her clitoris in tight circles, sending complex messages to the little girl's brain. Emma whimpered and shifted uncomfortably in the bath.

"Oh, Lori, I can't push any more. Something else might happen!"

"Relax, you're doing fine. Think of your swimming pool, and how you swim up and down. I can feel it coming inside you. You're doing very well." She massaged her back rubbing in slow circles. She let the shower spray over her back and down along her thighs, then pointed it up between her legs so that the droplets hit her pussy. Emma cried out as her stomach muscles tightened. Her eyes were closed, and Lauren wondered if she should stop.

"Lori, please don't make me do this, please!"

"Emma, trust me. It feels wonderful. It's so unusual and I'll wash it away for you. Just relax, you're doing so well." she whispered, calming her as a tiny dribble emerged from her pussy. "Yes, that's it, beautiful! I bet that feels so good." Another dribble. "Oh well done. There, I've washed it away. Just let it all go!"

Suddenly, her pussy pouted and a stream of golden water hit the bath while Emma shuddered and sobbed, her eyes closed to the world. Lauren washed her down and as the stream grew smaller, she put her arm around her waist and pulled her up to rest on her lap, letting the shower play between the little girl's legs and her own. Emma squirmed on her lap, trying to pull away.

"Lean back against the end of the bath!" Emma shook her head vigorously, sniffing loudly but slowly obeyed. "Was that good?" asked Lauren.

Emma simply nodded, sniffing back the tears. "I really, really need to go to the toilet now."

"Trust me, Em." Lauren pushed her index finger into the girls tiny    anus and felt the pressure within her. "Too late. Do it here!"

"Oh God no. That's disgusting!" cried Emma, collapsing into a ball in the bath.

"If you go over on the toilet I'll see you, so there's no difference. Anyway, I know all about your bottom because we had to do that medicine, didn't we?" Lauren paused, waiting for the thought to sink in. "And here I can clean you up immediately!" Lauren leaned over her and kissed her shoulder, moving up to her ear. Her hand found the cheeks of her bottom, the valley between and the tight entrance.

"Come on. I'll use this flannel. It won't make a mess, and I'll wash it off again straight away." She paused, caressing the tiny girl's thighs. "Do it for me?"

Lauren took her shoulders in her hands and guided her back to the end of the bath. She faced away from Lauren once again, laying her head on the end of the bath. Lauren detected a slight acceptance of her demand and picking up the shower, turned the head to 'pulse' which sent out intermittent solid jets of water rather than a gentle spray. She leaned forward and kissed Emma's back, her tongue trailing down between the cheeks of her bottom and over her anus. Emma sobbed again, real tears flowing as she silently shook her head. The crinkled entrance was still very tight, too tight for Lauren to introduce her tongue. As she directed the water at her hole, she pulled the tight ring open with the fingers of her right hand, producing a gasp from Emma. Lauren dropped the shower and used both hands, spreading her cheeks hard, wide, pulling at the pinky-brown opening.

"There! Doesn't that feel different. So exposed, shouting for attention?"

Emma nodded, her eyes still closed. "It's so hot. Put the shower back on it! Please!" pleaded Emma, arching her back even more as her back curved, pushing her bottom higher. Lauren obeyed and Emma immediately shook as each pulse hit her hole. Lauren could see the muscles expanding and contracting as Emma tried to control the movement inside.

"Oh God, Lori, it's coming! Oh, please don't look!"

Lauren grabbed the flannel and held it under her hole, just covering her pussy. "Good girl, nice and slowly. You're doing so well!" Lauren listened to her voice and could scarcely believe she was saying and doing these things. She watched as the flannel became soaked from the shower as she continued to pound at her entrance with the heavy duty jet.

"Oh, I ... Oh Lori! she cried, tears running down her cheeks. She sobbed in embarrassment as her stomach muscles fought to retain control. "Oh, it's ..."

Lauren saw the muscles flowering, doming and then the hole expanding to reveal the dark shape of a cigar slowly emerging. Emma's young legs shook gently as her embarrasment increased.

"Stop! Pull it back in. Now!" commanded Lauren, slapping her bottom. Emma groaned loudly as she fought to obey, her muscles reversing their action as the shape disappeared. Emma let out a loud groan and sobbed again.

"Lori, please let me do it in the toilet. I can't stop it!" Her fists clenched with the effort, and she brought her right hand up to her mouth as if to smother her cries, biting her knuckles.

"You're doing so well, sweety. This time, just let it go. I'll wash it away!"

Emma shook violently as the water again thrust into her anus, and the muscles responded by pushing out once again. Lauren saw the same shape emerging and readied the flannel.

"Oh yes! There's a good girl. Let it all come out now. Well done!" She brought the flannel around and up onto her back so that she could only sense what was happening. She knew from the slight crackling noise that Emma had let go and could feel the weight of the flannel slowly increasing.

Emma cried out, a look of pain and pleasure on her face as she pushed her bottom higher and her stomach lower. A very long breath followed.

"Oh God!" sobbed Emma, anxiety replaced by contentment and surprise.

"All done?"

Emma nodded again, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.

Lauren wrapped up the flannel, took a step out of the bath and threw it straight into the toilet, flushing it away before returning to the bath. She reset the shower to 'spray' and washed Emma clean within a few seconds. Taking the soap, she rubbed the bar over her bottom cheeks and anus.

"Just let me clean you up completely, just a minute." She introduced the corner of the soap into her anus. The dark tunnel was still wide open. A finger followed quickly and Emma shrieked with the sensation. She withdrew, washed her finger and reinserted it, moving it in and out as she cleaned her. The effect on Emma was startling as she bucked against her finger, desperate for more even greater stimulation.

"Oh Lori, my bottom feels so hot. It's almost burning!"

"Wait till I get my tongue on it, you'll go through the roof!" She sprayed them both with the shower, making sure they were both wet. "Come on, let's go straight to your bed"

"But we should dry off first!"

"What for? Someone'll change the bedding later!"

Emma looked at her with a wicked grin and jumped out of the bath, leading the way back to her room, still sniffing and wiping away her tears. Chapter 31

They caught their one o'clock plane and arrived home as darkness  fell just after six thirty on Sunday evening. Elizabeth was home,  watching television with Jamie as they dragged their suitcases into  the house. The evening news was grim, and as they listened Lauren  realised that they were lucky to have any electricity. The gloss on  her assignment in San Falino was fading fast; the uncollected sacks  of rubbish she had seen in San Serra now making sense along with  the darkened villages they had sped through. The news reports  showed mountains of rubbish collecting in village squares, with  local residents walking past with dirty handkerchiefs covering their  faces to ward off germs.

Gustav translated as much as he could, saying that state schools had  closed because of a holdup with their funding. They watched in  silence, their weekend dampened by the apparent suffering of the  population. The Nationalists were scarcely mentioned, bringing  Lauren to believe that the majority of the problems would have  materialised with or without their assistance.

They ate in the dining room, pleased for once to be all together,  even if it was only until the morning. Both Jamie and Emma went to  bed before nine o'clock. Lauren sensed that Elizabeth needed to talk  to her, and waited in the kitchen by the sink.

"Lauren, it's as we feared. The country is becoming ungovernable.  You know there's a general strike starting next week?"

"Yeah, I heard on the news" said Lauren.

"Even if it's short, the country is in such bad shape that the situation

will be very volatile. People are already hungry. Soon you'll see  pictures of sick babies who can't get milk or medicine. The papers  will love it."

"Election or not, there will be problems" said Gustav.

Elizabeth turned to her, touching her shoulder. "We have no right  to keep you here, and think it's best if you return to Switzerland as  soon as you can"

Lauren was shocked. The idea of returning hadn't even crossed her  mind. "But Emma and Jamie, who'll look after them?"

"We'll find someone local. If it came to a war then we would quite  likely become refugees. Neither Gustav or I would fight, obviously,  and we could only move away on foot until we came to Venezuela  or another friendly country."

"The trouble is, that's what everyone else would do as well." added  Gustav.

Without a second thought, Lauren looked straight at Elizabeth and  stated her wishes. "Elizabeth, I want to stay. I know I don't fully  understand the dangers, but I could never return without knowing  that you were all safe." She listened to her words, wondering if she  had really said that, so sincerely, so defiantly in the face of reason.  Elizabeth and Gustav opened their mouths, about to protest in  unison. Lauren held up her hand, imperiously demanding silence.  "Anyway, I have a Swiss passport, just like you all have. They  won't do anything to us, will they?"

Gustav looked at Elizabeth thoughtfully, then raised his eyebrows  questioningly.

"What would your father say?" he asked.

"He'd say do what you wish, but he'd give me a long lecture  beforehand."

"Then this is the deal" he stated, a sudden authority in his voice.  "You call him and talk to him. I'd like to speak to him as well. If we  all agree that you may stay, then you shall. I know Elizabeth and I -  and the children - would be delighted."

They made the call, catching her parents on their way to Church.  The line was crystal clear, as was the sense of anxiety that her  father conveyed. He chose his words carefully, for the first time in  her life counseling her rather than telling her, and passed her across  to her mother. Lauren felt a lump in her throat as they talked about  nothing in particular. The neighbours, their phone calls with Nikki  after she returned, and her brother's escapades at his first job.

Gustav and her father talked, Lauren desperately trying to piece  together the words he must be using from the conversation.  Eventually, she spoke again to him, and they agreed that she would  stay. She would also investigate ways out of the country, and tell  them immediately if the airport closed. Her father knew a number of  ways to move people around the world diplomatically. She would  also telephone more regularly - at least once a week. Finally,  Gustav and her father spoke, briefly, before they hung up.

"Well, are you still sure you want to stay?" asked Gustav.

"Yes, of course!" said Lauren, without hesitation.

"Oh good!" exclaimed Elizabeth, hugging her close. "My dear, I  think the first thing is to show our appreciation by letting you know  that we want to pay you three hundred dollars a week from now  on. I know that you can't spend it on much here, but we really are  grateful!"

"And we really mean what we say about escape routes. Elizabeth  and I will make sure you have access to enough cash." he said,  sitting down at the table.

"We can give you a cash card to our house account. That normally  has about five thousand dollars in it. You can use that for food or  whatever is required."

"I'll talk to some people at the Embassy and see what evacuation  plans they have. There's usually a plan or two ready to roll in case     of local problems."

Lauren sat down with Gustav. Now she had given her word that  she would stay she felt a little shaky. What surprised her was the  unending gratitude of Elizabeth and Gustav and what they would  do to ensure the safety of herself and the children. The emotion and  danger of the situation slowly dawned on her as they continued to  reassure her. Half an hour later, she wished them good night and  crept off to her room, drifting off to sleep with thoughts of war, the  dangers of staying in the house if problems did arise, and a feeling  that she had truly become part of the Rivera family.


Chapter 32

Choosing what to wear proved to be the most difficult task for  Lauren on Saturday morning. She wanted to wear something that  would encourage Felix as they had a stroll through the local hills,  but nothing that would shout 'take me now'. She knew that attack  from mosquitoes was also a possibility so long sleeves were best.  Jeans and her father's shirt won, with a full bra that would  emphasise her shape under the loose fitting shirt. 

She showered and washed her hair before dressing and having  breakfast of fruit and coffee. The doorbell announced his arrival at  exactly ten o'clock, and she swept out of the house and into his car  while waving to Elizabeth with a slice of melon. She grinned at him  cheekily, aware of her behaviour.

"Where is it that we're going? I know you told me before"

"Up to the lookout. It's a twenty minute drive west of here, along  the coast."

Lauren sneaked a glance at him. He wore shorts, trainers and a  sports shirt that hadn't been selected for fashion. He drove well,  negotiating obstacles (and other road users) with ease and  anticipation. Peasants turned at the approach of the car, stood  stationary in the road and watched as they passed by, covering their  faces as the dust swirled in their wake, rough country life reflected  in their drab, heavy clothes. Goats and chickens also seemed adept  at taking refuge, ambling out of the way at their own insolent pace.

She had decided that their relationship would go at a normal pace.  That is, a normal pace from what she knew of other people.  Whenever she had found someone sexually attractive, her past  history had revealed that she made love to them very soon after  meeting them, and that was one trait of her character that she  wanted to change. So far she had allowed him to kiss her on the  cheek after lunch. Maybe this time they would go a little further.

The road became a track, then a series of joined up potholes until  he told her that he didn't want to go any further. He maneuvered  the car under the canopy of the forest and slipped the keys into his  pocket. The path, which he seemed to recognise, led away from the  road into the green expanse of trees and vines. Lauren noticed the  distant shouts from animals and the background noise of nature at  large. Rather than finding snakes dropping from overhead branches  and spiders webs across her path, the environment was civilised,  pleasing. A bird screeched out in front of them, beating furiously  into the upper branches, while butterflies flitted through the bushes,  landing on leaves, soaking the sun as they flashed their colors.

"This is the jungle?" she asked, watching him walk steadily in front  of her, the path only wide enough for one.

"Hmm, the beginning. The undergrowth gets thicker later, but we  can avoid most of it."

The walked for another ten minutes, the silence following them as  distant sounds fell quiet and started again as they passed. Lauren  was warm as the humidity prickled her skin. Once or twice she  slapped at her neck with the palm of her hand, thinking that a bug  had bitten her. Level ground and firm footing was replaced by a  slight incline, making it necessary to lean forward. She felt her  thighs complaining, and stumbled once or twice on the roots of  trees. She blew out her cheeks nosily, glancing up from the ground  at his back and thick muscles.

"OK?" he asked.

"Can we take a breather?"

"Sure, we're almost halfway!" he said, leaning against the decaying  trunk of a tree.

"What? Another half an hour of this?" she asked, eyes aglow.

"Yep. And the next bit is pretty steep. You'll be fine."

Lauren sat down on the ground next to the tree. "What did you say  was at the top?"

"That's a secret!" 

She knew she wouldn't be able to go very much further. Her legs  ached, and she had found it difficult to keep up with him already.  They rested for about fifteen minutes, chatting about the jungle, the  effect of logging, and what might lie in the future for San Falino.  The economy was in poor shape and hardwood was a valuable  commodity that might prove irresistible to a weak government.

"Come on then, let's go!" he said cheerily. He offered her his hand  and pulled her up, then continued to lead the way, tugging her with  him. Lauren smiled at his strength and the feeling of being on  wheels, scooting over the ground with less effort than normal. Their  hands were hot and sweaty. He gripped her tightly as the ground  became steeper and they resorted to actually climbing over rocks  and branches. The occasional animal scurried across their path,  causing Lauren to slow and assure herself that whatever it had been  was not life threatening.

Ten minutes later she was in a foul mood. Her right arm ached from  being jerked every five seconds by Felix as he tugged her along like  a child's toy. Her shoes were full of soil and her feet were hot  beyond belief. She knew her hair was tangled because she had left  half of it on branches along the way; her white shirt was wet from  the heat of the jungle. But most importantly, she had been climbing  the stupid rocks for hours and still hadn't seen anything except his  bottom and the dust from his boots.

"Almost there!" he said, giving her an almighty tug.

"Ohh, shit, that hurt!

"Sorry."

'Almost there' turned into two minutes, then four, then ten. The  trees were thinning slightly, and she could feel the temperature  dropping as a breeze blew onto her face, cooling the dribbles of  perspiration. Fifteen minutes later, she was ascending almost  vertically up a ten foot cliff face, watching Felix and his footholds.

"I can't do this. This is stupid!"

"You can do it. You're there!"

"Shit!" she said, losing her footing. Tiny pebbles dropped to the  floor.

"Take my hand!"

Felix pulled her painfully up onto the ledge and pushed her against  the rockface. They moved along the ledge as the last of the trees  disappeared, and then he led her onto a plateau.

"Oh my God!" she shrieked. Below her, seemingly thousands of  feet below her, was a scene of immense beauty. The golden  coastline stretched as far as she could see, dotted with small coves,  sandy beaches and tiny islands. The clear water glistened and  shimmered under the sun, revealing the natural reef around the  shore. Small fishing boats were just visible, silently plying between  the islands. It was as though someone had taken dozens of travel  brochures and stuck them all together to make the most picture  perfect scene imaginable.

She looked back at him and saw he was grinning proudly,  embarrassed almost as he looked at the ground. They sat on top of  a flat rock which seemed to have been hollowed out several inches  by the wind and rain, forming a naturally reclining chair big enough  for five or six people. Lauren knew she had tears in her eyes, and  wiped them away with the back of her arm, streaking her face and  shirt. They stared silently for an age, watching the boats and gulls -  even the occasional container ship bound for the Panama canal.

"Felix, it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!"

"I'm glad you made it. I thought at one point you were going to go  back."

"It crossed my mind!" She leaned towards him. She had wanted to  kiss him, but instead he simply put his arm around her and pulled  her a little closer. They were both hot and sweaty but Lauren could  feel the cool breeze working wonders on her face. She leaned back  to let it blow through her hair, unconsciously pushing her breasts  out towards the sea. She felt him looking at her shape and his arm  tighten around her very slightly. Resting on his arm, she laid back  while managing to watch the silent ocean below.

"I'm glad we came up here." he said, watching the tiny white waves  roll onto the shore.

"I suppose you bring all the girls here?"

"No, I've only been here once, with my father. It was the last place  we went together before he died"

"Oh, Felix, I'm sorry" she said quietly. She meant it, cross with  herself and her flippant remarks.

"That's OK." He fell silent.

The sun shone but was countered by the breeze. Lauren thought  about the journey back, and how they would almost tumble down  the mountainside, then reverse tracks along the path before arriving  back at her house. Perhaps they could stop in Boquette square and  get a drink. It struck her that she hadn't been out - other than with  the children, since her arrival. The simple idea of going out for a  drink excited her, pleased her deeply as she watched the world from  her mountain top. She looked up at him, peering out to sea. Noble,  studious, distant. Her hand slipped over his chest and across his  face, turning him towards her. Her eyes closed slowly as he neared,  her lips parted, rewarded by the warmest of kisses. The kisses of  friendship, not lust or passion. Building slowly, on firm foundations,  as they settled together in the dip of the rock, eyes closed,  breathing slowly, hands away from areas that might be considered  premature.     He turned back to the sea while she wrapped her arm around his  waist, slightly surprised with being presented by a view of his back.  She wondered if he didn't like the way she kissed, or perhaps her  breath still smelled of garlic from the previous day. Reassuringly,  his hand found her bottom and pulled her against him. 

"I love this spot. It's magic, like being in an airplane suspended  above the world." said Lauren.

"Sometimes you're supposed to be able to see Venezuela from here,  about a hundred miles away."

He turned back to her, a look of pleasure as his eyes took in her  breasts and tight jeans. Leaning down, he kissed her lips once again,  running his tongue just once along her upper lip. Lauren brought  her hand around his neck, pulling him closer, blocking the sun from  her eyes. Her legs shifted to find greater comfort as his hand  caressed her face and moved across her neck and shoulders. As  their embrace intensified he held her waist, nibbling her ears, then  kissed down her neck and into the open collar of her shirt. Lauren  giggled in an attempt to keep the proceedings light-hearted. She felt  him undoing the buttons of her shirt and offered no resistance. Her  own hands found the single button to his and tried in vain to undo  it. Defeated, she pulled at his shirt, tugging it from his shorts.

Lauren knew that either now or later they would make love. Her  self-imposed orders echoed in her mind. She would not make love  to him today, even though the idea of being naked on the top of the  mountain, making love on the ancient stone like some sacrificial rite  excited her. Maybe they would explore each other's bodies, but that  was it. She was going to have to compromise, having led him this  far. His hand unclipped her bra in one practiced movement,  allowing her breasts to wobble free. As he moved lower to kiss her  nipples, she felt his hand seeking out her pussy between her legs.  She stiffened, warning that he had reached the end of the line for  now, but he failed to read the message. Her nipples stood erect,  caressed by his lips and the breeze as he once again pushed between  her legs, searching for her zip.

"Uh uh." she said, shaking her head. "I'm afraid it's the wrong time"

"Oh, sorry" he said, looking foolish. He lay back against the rock,  still touching her breasts, a final feel before she took her toys away.     Lauren leaned over, looking down at him, his dusty hair tousled by  the climb and her hands, his little boy bright eyes glinting up at her.  He touched her breast, cupping it as though it was a trophy,  twirling the nipple with his thumb. She kissed him, pushing him  back against the rock, then sat up almost kneeling. Slowly, with her  eyes on his, she undid the remaining buttons of her shirt, letting it  drop to the ground and slipped her bra along her arms. He admired  her, firm and tanned on top of the mountain, queen of the jungle  and all she surveyed.

Her hand trailed south from his shoulder, gathering his shirt and  pulling upwards to reveal the hairs that led from his stomach down  underneath his shorts. She pulled it as he lifted himself up so that  his nipples were exposed to her lips and teeth. He grabbed her head,  content now to watch, feel and marvel as Lauren licked him in  circles, gradually teasing lower and lower. 

Her hand moved along the waistband of his shorts, darting  occasionally underneath as she smoothed and stroked. He brought  his knees up, parting his legs and turning towards her as if to hurry  her in the right direction. She felt his thigh and dabbled her fingers  along his leg and returned to search the depths up his trouser leg,  touching his underpants and the warmth of his balls. He raised  himself right off the rock, thrusting up towards her as if he was  about to come. Lauren pushed him down as she worked the button  and zip, her lips catching up with her fingers as she kissed the  covered length of his rigid cock, adding her saliva to the damp spot  on his underpants.

She nuzzled into his stomach, rubbing her breasts over his hard  cock, her nipples sending pleading messages that she resolutely  ignored as she realised that she was enjoying this unusual situation.  As she kissed his navel he moaned deeply, raising his hips once  again, watching her tongue teasing the hair above his underpants.  And then, obviously to his utter relief and joy, she ran her hand  over his cock once or twice, then slid his pants down his thighs,  exposing his cock to the world from the highest point in San Falino.  She rubbed it against her face, shocked by it's warmth and the  fluidity of the body within the thin skin covering. The foreskin  rolled back at the slightest touch, the top of the purple bulb  glistening with excitement while the underside was dry, throbbing  and angry.

She flicked at it with her tongue, turning so that he could watch as  her tongue took the precum and spread it over her lips. She smiled,  giggled, realising that he might think she did this sort of thing for a  living. She looked up at him and kissed her way to his mouth,  reassuring him that her attention was free. Returning to his cock,  she pulled the foreskin back up again between thumb and finger,  then gripped him in her fist and started long, steady strokes. Lauren  shifted between his legs, pulling his shorts to his ankles. With her  free hand she gently cupped his balls, hinting with a finger below,  pointing to his anus. She watched his stomach ripple with pleasure  as she felt the sun and his eyes on her breasts.

He spread his legs even further, flattening his knees against the rock  as his hands held his inner thighs tightly. She moved round, back to  where she started, kneeling alongside him with his cock in her right  hand. She again cupped his balls, leaning down occasionally to kiss  the wet hot bulb, all the while maintaining a steady stroke. She  marveled at the pent up power in his body, the straining of his  muscles and the grunting from deep inside, the total disregard for  his own decency. She grabbed his balls harder, pushing against the  entrance to his asshole, and stroked quickly. His right hand grabbed  hold of her shoulder, the nails digging into her skin while his  breathing quickened and his thigh muscles trembled. 

He raised himself slightly off the rock, trembling now with every  heartbeat, until he shot a stream of cum low across his stomach,  over his shoulder and behind his head. Quickly followed by another,  and another. Great white streams of cum, not spurts. It was like a  tap was being turned on and off at regular intervals. Lauren  continued to stroke, trying to sense the moment where his cock  became sensitised and painful. But the spurts continued, covering  his stomach, hitting his face and chest with streak after streak of his  seed. He groaned loudly, the breath escaping between clenched  teeth. Cum flowed over her hands, more shooting out with every  stroke. She changed her grip, squeezing him tightly as the spurts  became fewer, shorter, until he slumped back against the rock,  holding his head in his hands as though it might come off.

Lauren surveyed the scene, aghast at the amount of cum that had  spattered his body, the rock and her hands. Cum continued to drip  down from the wide slit in his twitching cock, down his length and  over the dusty pubic hair of his balls. She wiped her hand on her  shirt, then used the shirt on her breasts, removing the trail of cum  that had landed just to the side of her dark cleavage. Felix laid  there, eyes closed, head rolling gently from side to side, cock  slowly falling onto his thigh, thick and sticky.

It was several minutes before he sat up, touching her back, silently  thanking her.

"Hey, you must have saved that for ever!" she said, genuinely  impressed.

"I'm sorry. Really. It happens only when girls do it." He looked at  her with a shy, young-boy look on his face that rapidly disappeared  as he analysed his words. "I mean, there's not so much normally.  You know!"

"Why apologise? I'm flattered. I think!" said Lauren, arranging her  shirt on the rock to dry. She looked down at his cock, still  twitching. It was long and thin. She decided that she wouldn't make  a comparison between him and Jim, or anyone else and Jim from  then on because it was quite meaningless. And anyway, while Jim  might have made her come almost every time, he also hurt her as  frequently. On a number of occasions she discovered she had bled  slightly after they had made love, and that could lead to problems. 

It was just at that moment that Lauren had an idea, a novel idea, of  exactly where she would like to sample that long, thin cock in the  near future. Lauren pulled his underpants and shorts back up for  him once he had cleaned himself as best he could with a  handkerchief. She kissed his cock once for good measure before  pulling his clothing up tight. They rested, savoring the last of the  afternoon and the magnificent view. Twenty minutes later, they  began their descent, arriving back at the car without incident within  the hour. 

Felix parked in Boquette square as Lauren had suggested. The  villagers turned to look as the young couple slammed doors shut  and headed for the restaurant, hand in hand. The small tables were  laid for four people, their red tablecloths sticky from previous food,  the torn plastic menus barely readable in the candlelight. Felix  ordered tortillas and salad along with a glass of the local wine. He  spoke Spanish well, and the general hubbub of the residents slowly  returned as they leaned towards each other and made small talk.

The giant yellow sun sank between the tiled roofs; houses lit up  with pale yellow lamps. The village hushed as dusk turned to  darkness and people hurried home under evening stars. Dogs curled  under tables, lights came on as lizards scurried across the walls and  the cicadas chanted their meaningless racket. They talked about  trivia, Lauren's face bright in the light from the candles and glowing  from the day's sun.

"I want to travel" announced Felix, leaning on the table. "Around  the world, slowly. You can get tickets that let you stop off  anywhere for about a thousand US Dollars."

"Yeah, I thought about that once. It's just that if you go round  slowly you need money for hotels and food."

"But I could decorate and do odd-jobs. Sleep in a tent somewhere."

"Oh brilliant, and get robbed blind in each country, or get ill." she  said, warming to his ideas.

"I know people who've done it!" he said,. almost indignantly. "My  friend from college. He stopped in India for four months and made  it OK through Burma and Tibet and into Thailand."

"I wouldn't want to do it. Not for four months. Not unless I knew  that once a week I could have a bath and curl up in a nice soft bed.  I think I'd die without that!"

"He curled up in a lot of beds in Thailand!"

"That's crazy. You read so much about it being a disease capital!"  said Lauren seriously.

"He used protection all the time"

"I can't understand why people need to go to prostitutes." said  Lauren. She knew she didn't believe that for a moment, but in her  mind it was a good position to take.

"He said before he went that he wanted to do it with two girls at  once!"

"And did he?" asked Lauren, shifting on her chair.

"Yeah, I think so." He looked down at the table, embarrassed by his  honesty and the admission. 

Lauren's thoughts drifted off, re-enacting the two-girl scenario. She  grinned. "Don't they call it a something-or-other sandwich?" She  put her hand to her mouth as she laughed at her forwardness.

"I've no idea. I think it's so disgusting!" said Felix theatrically.  Smiling, he leaned towards Lauren and took her hand. "Can I see  you again?" he asked, quietly.

"I think so." she replied. She studied his face as he looked around  the square. "Felix, how old are you?"

"Twenty-five last month. What about you?"

"Nineteen, twenty in October!"

"Then we should start celebrating right now! Let's order" He turned  towards the restaurant bar. "Senor!"

Emma was, as usual, waiting by her window for their return. Felix  came up to the door with her and they kissed. She parted her legs  slightly as she leaned against the front door, allowing him to slip his  thigh between as she rubbed very slowly, a trailer for the next  installment. She rubbed his stiff cock once more through his shorts  before slipping into the house and waving good-bye.

She turned up towards her bedroom.

" He's so nice!"

"Emma, what are you doing up?"

"Nothing. I want someone like that who'll kiss me at my door when  he brings me home in his car." said Emma.

"Go to bed. It's late." Chapter 33

Three days later, Lauren gladly succumbed to Felix's daily phone calls and agreed to cook dinner for him at the house. She was still unsure what he did for a living although he was knowledgeable in commodities and sugar in particular. But he always seemed to have time for her, a flattering feeling that was uplifting and caused her to grin to herself during her little daydreams. His company did much in her mind as well to balance the wrong she felt when she thought of her experiences with Emma. Lauren was fully aware of the problems she was storing up for herself and spent much of her daydream hours trying to weigh up the wrong of loving Emma against the right of having Felix as a boyfriend. She was sure that the two could be considered as canceling each other out, and so promoted every discussion with Felix when Elizabeth called for her daily status report.

So Elizabeth was kept completely up to date about their relationship, and made the effort to inquire about his health each time she telephoned. She would always change the tone of her voice to be less commanding, almost conspiratorial as they discussed Gustav, Felix and men in general. Her support gave Lauren an even greater feeling of being part of the family and eased the occasional pangs of home-sickness.

"What's it tonight. Lasagna?" Felix asked, shutting the front door behind him. "Or something else from the depths of Europe?" His eyes followed her figure, her tanned legs and the tight shorts as she led the way to the kitchen. He was dressed similarly in a cool short- sleeved shirt and white tennis shorts.

"Nothing wrong with European cooking, you know. You can always have tortillas and bread." she said in mock anger.

He followed her into the kitchen, positioning himself tight against her as she faced the sink to wash the salad. He nibbled at her neck as his hands found her waist, exposed beneath her father's shirt that she'd tied together in a knot at her navel.. Lauren leaned back against him, allowing him to kiss her neck. His hot breath tickled her ear, bringing out goosebumps on her arms.

"Hey, stop it!" she laughed. "Not in front of the children!" The amusement of the comment hit her and she giggled loudly.

The meal consisted of local meats, lettuce and other salad vegetables, pickles and a cold consommé. Lauren refused to cook when the temperature outside approached three figures.

"Now, I want you honest opinion on this cake. I baked it this morning and you have to try it." Lauren pushed the knife vertically down into the center of the brown mass, pursing her lips as she cut out towards the edge.

"Looks good!" suggested Felix. Lauren cut a huge slice and passed it to him on a plate. She watched him intently as his fork hovered over his slice. "Aren't you going to have any?"

"Course!" she replied, cutting a much smaller piece.

They made their way barefoot along the cool hallway; Lauren sensed the apprehension between them as they prepared to take their relationship to a new, more intimate level. She could hardly use the 'wrong time of the month' excuse if she suddenly decided that she didn't want to make love to him, and she couldn't think of a halfway point between their previous sexual encounter and making love that might be acceptable. Thinking time ran out as she opened her door and led the way through to her lounge. The sofa was just about large enough for two people to sprawl out comfortably, so Felix laid back in the far corner, his arm draped along the back as Lauren arranged herself so that she could see the television and lean against him. His arm folded around her shoulders and he pulled her close, thanking her for dinner once again as they watched an imported American comedy.

The program was far from funny and she concluded it must have been sent to San Falino as part of an ancient trade dispute. She was comfortable, and sleepy after the dinner. Nestling against him more closely, she felt his hand drop down from her shoulder and onto the side of her right breast. His fingers toyed with her firm flesh, searching out and failing to find any hint of a bra under her father's cotton shirt. The deep peace of food and comfort aroused her, making her stretch out occasionally, pushing back against her man. Her elbow grazed his shorts, sending confirmation that he was indeed erect and ready for action. But still he kissed her only occasionally, making his advances very slowly, over-cautiously, until Lauren decided that she wanted to speed the evening up.

Lauren swung round as the program mercifully ended, and facing away from the television, arranged her legs over his. Her skirt hitched up very slightly allowing him to see her tanned thighs as she laid back against the other end of the sofa. Taking his cue, his hands absently explored her legs, starting as close to her feet as he could reach. Lauren was pleased with the result of her shift, and thought about bringing her feet up onto his end of the sofa, but decided that that would have been too forward and she therefore simply laid back, closed her eyes and waited as his hands became more adventurous, tripping back and forth, closer and closer to their mutual goal.

She smiled gently as his hands wandered over her thighs, his hand nudging her skirt slowly higher as his fingers dared deeper between the soft warm skin of her legs. She wanted to shout out, demand that he feel the heat building inside her knickers, but held back as he once again paid attention to her feet and shins. His hands pushed hard underneath her back as he slid into the middle of the sofa, pulling her up so that her back arched before letting her float back down again. He tugged at the knot of her shirt, quickly undoing it and letting the two sides drape over her hips as he ventured to the lowest button, flicking it deftly before moving to the next. After each button he caressed her stomach, thighs and darted closer to her knickers, now brushing the elastic edge around her hips, feeling the soft material with his fingers and the bare skin underneath.

The final button came undone and his left hand crept underneath her shirt and found the swelling of her left breast. He climbed the firm hillock and caressed her nipple with the flat palm, delighting Lauren and giving her true cause to celebrate. Again she pushed her chest into the air and this time Felix pulled her up with his hand supporting her back. Higher into the air she soared until his lips found her nipple and gripped its hardness. Lauren groaned and    cupped her breast, pushing it harder against his mouth, offering it for his attention and her pleasure. He moved quickly to the other, pushing her shirt away roughly as the moment seized him, pulling her up towards him, her firm breasts bobbing proudly as the blood rushed to her head. His grip relaxed slightly, enough to allow her to sink back and lie on his thighs. But his exploration had only just started, and now, buoyed with confidence of the licence granted him, his fingers traced the shapely line between her legs, slowing only slightly before finding the wet, warm gusset of her knickers.

"Felix, let's get more comfortable, eh?"

She led him from the lounge, wobbling slightly as the room spun and her sense of balance normalised. Her bed was already made, the pink silky bedspread pulled up over the pillows and cotton sheets. They laid down together, Lauren resting on an elbow while Felix pushed the shirt off her shoulders. He pulled her down onto the bed and smiled into her eyes, cupping her breast as their lips met. She could taste the salad on his breath and feel the coarseness of his thick hair as she pulled his lips hard against her own. She slipped her long legs around his, pushing her knee towards his groin, her thigh confirming that he was erect. That movement caused him to moan appreciatively as his kisses traveled from her lips, down over her cheeks and neck towards her nipples. Again he took them in his mouth, biting very gently before kissing the young flesh and sending a shudder through her body. She clenched her thighs together, restricted slightly by his legs but enough to confirm that she was indeed very wet already. She dearly wanted to touch herself, more to reassure her innermost desires that help was on its way than anything else, but she refrained, content for the while to allow Felix to carry on his trek southward.

She opened her eyes momentarily, watching him, his eyes closed and his tongue flicking at her proud nipples. She gripped his head and barred his way from returning up her neck. He caught the message and slid further down, pecking gently at her stomach as his hands traveled between her thighs, finally cupping her vagina. She groaned with pleasure, and parted her legs involuntarily, aware however that she was for some reason extremely aroused and more anxious than she could remember to be satisfied.

She rolled slightly onto her side to allow him greater access as her own hand stole gently along his waist, over his bottom and up the legs of his shorts. She touched his underpants, pulling at the elastic as her fingers sought the hardness beneath. Retreating momentarily, she fumbled with the button of his shorts, moving on in desperation to the zip, and finally back to the button as she tried in vain to free him. His hand left her pussy and flicked the button quickly. She felt him grin as he kissed her stomach..

She giggled. "Thank you" she whispered, looking into his bright eyes. He slid up towards her and caressed the side of her face, pushing his hardness against her hand.

"You're welcome."

Lauren slowly pulled the zip down as far as it would go, pleased to feel his stiff cock on her way. Her nails ran along his entombed length, traveling slowly until she felt the dampness of the tip. She felt behind him, pulling the shorts down over his buttocks and, as he    lifted himself off the bed, down over his legs. Felix's hand returned to her pussy, finding the channel between her labia, rubbing the soaked cloth from her clitoris down to her anus. She could feel the tremors building rapidly, her stomach bubbling in anticipation and her heart pumping blood in response to sudden demand. She took his head in both hands, and while she knew she was being forward, couldn't have cared less as she pushed his head down past her navel and felt the soft touch of his tongue through her knickers.

She groaned contentedly, sure now that he was receptive to her suggestions and unlikely to be offended by her command of their sexual adventure. She was rewarded with the feeling of his tongue snaking underneath the gusset of her knickers, teasing along the length of her wet labia, up to her clitoris and down past her vagina and onward to her anus. She made a mental note of his explorations, delighted with his courage but anxious to feel his length in her hand and eventually her pussy. She grabbed his cock roughly, pushing it down as she held his underpants, rolling the skin over the heady bulb before seeking out the top of his pants and infiltrating underneath. The wetness surprised her. She grabbed his underpants and tugged hard, pulling them down to his thighs in two quick motions, then returning to grab his weapon as though it might disappear. But she calmed down, sure now that it was only minutes before she would feel him knocking at the door to her sex, pushing deep into her and releasing the pent up demand that she had rarely experienced.

Both his hands grabbed her knickers, and as he knelt between her legs, cock bobbing at her face, he pulled them down to her ankles, keeping them there with one hand. He pushed her feet back towards her head, revealing her pussy, squeezing the lips together gloriously as he descended once more, kissing the backs of her thighs and tonguing his way down her buttocks and over the wet lips. He pulled her feet towards her bottom, causing her legs to spread, then pushed her legs farther apart, straining the young tendons as her pussy lips opened beneath her and his hands gripped her thighs, ensuring that she was exposed as his tongue sought out her vagina. Her knickers stretched at her ankles, but his hands and movements ensured that they remained there. She looked up, straining her neck to see his long tongue teasing her, darting into her depths, strings of her juices attached to his tongue as he pulled back and dived again for more. Her breathing was irregular, her heart beating rapidly as she knew that a massive orgasm was brewing within her soul. As though indicating that he had permission to do anything, she thrust her hands between her thighs and gripped her buttocks, pulling the cheeks apart as her fingers found his tongue, her clitoris and the entrance to her dark secret hole.

As though possessed, he rolled her over, pulling her knickers back up her thighs until they stopped at her buttocks. Her pussy ground into the bedspread as his weight forced her deep into the mattress, his hands exploring her back, massaging her shoulders. Kisses rained down on her neck, causing her to shudder. He laid down on her back, his cock resting on her buttocks as he ground around above her, kissing her ears and licking her neck.

"Lori, you're so beautiful."

"Please, oh God, make love to me, please!" she shouted.

She felt him descend slowly, his cock nestling into the deep valley of her firm buttocks, as he writhed on top of her, guiding his cock into the cleft. The tip touched her anus and she froze, sampling every sensory input at a crazy rate. She felt like a twelve year old schoolgirl, knickers down as though it was a dare, not showing her sex but just as thrilled by the potential exposure. The early experiments with her pussy and bottom, the smell of youthful games with girlfriends, comparing non-existent figures and fantasising about married naked lovers of the night.

She clenched her buttocks together, gripping him until they again rolled over. She threw the knickers off and pulled him between her legs, checking that his cock was indeed rampant and straining to be let off the leash. He leaned over her, bracing himself as his cock rested against her entrance. She slid down to meet him and squealed as the first couple of inches slid into her. Lauren opened her eyes, looked up at him and brought her legs up and over his back. Her pussy was hot, soaked with her anticipation and rippling as he pushed further, sliding in and out in a smooth action that was gentle and authoritative. She murmured her approval as he increased his depth, sinking into her until his full length was safely inside. She arched her back slightly, the outline of the bottom of her ribcage clear beneath her tight stomach, either side of the gentle line of her muscles that ran from between her breasts, past her navel and pointed to her sex. As her orgasm grew, her head whipped back and forth, her head burying into the pillow as he thrust deeper and harder. She strained to watch, her neck muscles taught, aching, her mouth agape and the cries of pleasure silent but understood.

His movements were fluid, predictable, deep and very arousing. She thought of Jim and her fantasy of him and her brother. She whined constantly like an injured dog, squeaking with each thrust. Her stomach lurched with her vaginal muscles, gripping him tight, extracting every inch of stimulation as her orgasm grew. It marched out from its beginnings, around in her consciousness until out of control, pillaging her senses and dragging her off brutally to thrash her mind with white, silent pleasure. He pumped regularly for almost a minute as Lauren gripped with all her might, her breathing suspended and her mouth open foolishly. Finally, a rush of air and a groan that gave Felix cause for concern filled the room. But another wave was on it's way and she had no time for the reality of the moment.

Gripping his buttocks, she pulled his cheeks apart, finding his anus and teasing his hole. His rhythm faltered as he groaned, giving her confidence to wet her fingers from her pussy lips and mouth, then circle the hole once again, pulling him deeper inside herself as her middle finger penetrated his hole. Almost instantly his pumping changed pace, frantically thrusting at her as his cock bulged dangerously inside. She pushed inside him, matching her rhythm with his until she felt him jerk hard into her, stop, and then take up the pace once more with long, measured thrusts that warmed her and filled her to the extent that a small stream of cum emerged from her pussy and covered their thighs. He continued to come, pushing and bulging as the stream grew and his head sank onto the pillow beside her shoulder.

He kissed her neck, pumping irregularly now as she loosened her grip on his buttocks and slowly pulled her finger from him. He winced as the last half inch emerged, licking her ear with thanks while her legs returned to the bed. They rolled onto their sides and touched each other reassuringly, his strong cock still inside. Lauren's eyelids fluttered as she looked at him, the dumb grin on his face saying everything she needed to know. As he slipped out of her, she had an urge to feel between her legs and scoop up the cum that she knew was there. But instead, she lay gently next to him, tracing patterns in the hair of his chest as she watched his cock subside, the cum matted in his pubic hair. They kissed for several minutes until she slid off the bed, retrieved her knickers off the floor and skipped into the bathroom. She turned as she shut the door and looked at herself in the mirror. Never had she seen so much cum. Not only had it dribbled down both her legs but somehow it had even become smeared over her stomach and breasts. And still her gaping pussy seemed to be oozing with the creamy white liquid.

She touched herself, spreading it over labia and circling her fingers over her bottom, pushing occasionally and introducing it to a new home. She smiled, resting one foot on the side of the bath and re- examined herself. She was still so aroused it was frightening. It had been so sensuous, so satisfying and she knew why immediately. There had been no concerns about being hurt, of bleeding afterwards because he was too big. She had been able to accommodate him fully and concentrate on her own satisfaction. She sat on the toilet and decided that she didn't want to urinate, so she simply wiped herself with a flannel and rinsed away the evidence. Pulling her knickers back on, she tip-toed back out into the bedroom, anxious to kiss and cuddle and share the warm afterglow of their lovemaking before they both fell asleep.

"Oh...Where are you going?" she said, stopping halfway across the room, her hands covering her breasts.

"I have to be up at four to talk to London. Potentially big sale tomorrow morning." he replied, putting his other shoe back on. He glanced at her quickly before leaning over the bed for his shirt.

"Can't you stay?" she asked, watching him dress.

"Not tonight. I'm sorry, really. Just it's a big deal that we're doing."

She slumped onto the side of the bed. The idea of his going home that night simply hadn't entered her head for some reason. She had reasoned that one of the ideas of getting away from her parents house was so that she could have overnight visitors without lurking around the town in disguise. Deciding to make light of it rather than have an argument so early in their relationship, she touched his leg gently.

"Perhaps you didn't like me?" she pouted, her voice and mannerisms like a little schoolgirl. He grinned.

"You're beautiful. And I wish I could stay, honest."

"Gonna call me tomorrow?" she said, pushing a finger into his leg.

"Course!" He leaned over and stroked her cheek. They kissed, falling back onto the bed, his hands finding her breasts and teasing the nipples back to attention. He kissed her tenderly, slowly until she felt the insatiable voice of arousal announce its presence once again deep within. She pushed him away.

"Go on, before you turn into a toad!"

He stood, fastened his belt and waved as he pulled the door closed after him. She heard the car start and move off along the gravel driveway. She swung off the bed to check that her own door was shut tight and felt the dampness of her knickers again. Grinning, she opened her underwear drawer, pulling out the fresh pair that she knew she would need. In the bathroom she stripped, amazed to see a trail of cum both over the gusset of her knickers and on her fingers as she gently felt her swollen pussy. Once again she ran the water until it was warm, then wet her flannel. Sitting on the toilet she cupped her pussy with the flannel, enjoying the warmth that spread slowly between her legs. Determining once again that she didn't want to wait all night, she patted herself dry with a towel and slipped on the new underwear.

Lauren lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, assessing her latest acquisition.. She had a new boyfriend. He cared for her. He went home. He made love nicely. He seemed to be adventurous in bed. . He made her come easily. He comes by the gallon. She laughed loudly at her crudity, swung onto her stomach and nestled into the cool cotton pillows. Chapter 34

The heat persisted throughout that week, making Lauren irritable and short tempered. She lacked sleep and if she had not been able to snooze during the day she would have been a wreck. Felix called on Friday afternoon just after lunch to say that he would have to work late that night, but would be able to take her out on Saturday afternoon. She agreed, looking forward to his company and a break from the boredom of the household routine.

After the usual salad for tea, she lolled on the sofa in the lounge for half an hour, watching the news and chatting with Emma and Jamie until she felt so drained that she made her excuses and crawled to her room. She lay on the bed, fighting sleep. Raising her bottom, she slipped off her knickers and spun them across the room with a flick of her foot. Her hand found her pussy, damp, sweaty and very uninviting from the effects of the day. Fortified momentarily, she stood and slipped the light T-Shirt over her head before trudging wearily into the bathroom and turning on the shower. Less than ten minutes later she was showered, cleansed, in bed and asleep.

Reality dawned on her slowly, washing over her like a summer thundercloud. She shied away, turning until the red numbers welcomed her to a new day. Three thirty seven. Lauren tried to remember the time she had gone to bed but failed. She recalled Jamie and Emma being awake in the lounge. She started at the thought. The last time she had left them alone she had found them five milliseconds later naked and engaged in sex. Sinking back against the damp pillow she mentally shrugged her shoulders and dismissed any further thought.

The bright lights of the clock shone round the room and wherever she turned they reflected or glowed, intruding into her privacy. Unable to sleep, she pulled on her T-Shirt and silently slipped along the hallway into the kitchen. She closed the door before clicking on the light. Screwing her eyes up and feeling her way through half- closed eyes, she opened the fridge and pulled out a yoghurt. With a big yawn she slumped in a chair and gazed out into the dark night as she spooned the thick goo out of the pot. Realising how hungry she was, she filled the kettle and made tea. Daydreams came easily as she stared into the black void, whisking her off so fully that she shrieked when the kitchen door swung open.

"Emma!" she squealed, "What are you doing up?"

"I'm so hot. I think the air conditioning's on the blink. And thirsty" she said, reaching up for a glass from the cupboard. Her T-Shirt was shorter than Lauren's and offered no protection from prying eyes as it rode up, revealing her buttocks and hinting at her pussy. Lauren slumped further down in the chair, feeling the familiar stirring inside as her daydreams merged with reality. Emma's hair was tangled, unkempt from sleep and fell over her shoulders in ragged bunches, tumbling over the front of her T-Shirt without concealing the feint form of her little breasts. Lauren sat up slightly, resting a foot on her knee, oblivious to the possibility that she might be exposing herself to the little girl if she decided to sit down and peer beneath the canopy of her T-Shirt. The temperature in the room seemed to have risen ten degrees.

Emma crouched down in front of the open fridge and rummaged among the litre bottles of drink. "Oh, that's great! Nice cold air!" she said, pulling out a carton of mango juice. She filled her glass, wiping her fingers over her T-Shirt. Slamming the fridge door, she turned, glass in hand to Lauren. "Want to try?" she asked, offering her glass.

Lauren shrugged agreement and leaned forward, unwinding her legs. Emma inched forward between her knees and tilted the glass to her lips, causing her to drink quickly.

"Whoa!" she cried as the cold sticky liquid dribbled down her chin and onto her T- Shirt. "Oh, now look, it's gone everywhere!". Emma found a cloth, knelt in front of her and wiped the bottom of her shirt and her thighs. "Hey, I'll do it, thanks!" said Lauren, taking hold of the cloth and wiping herself. A trickle of sweat ran down the side of Lauren's face as her T-Shirt prickled her skin.

Emma stared, watching every movement. Lauren threw the cloth in the sink, congratulating herself for her uncanny accuracy. She picked her yoghurt back up and spooned another mouthful down. Emma jumped up playfully, straddled her knees and sat down on her legs, facing her.

"What are you doing?" she asked, genuinely surprised.

"Nothing, just sitting on your lap, that's all!" Emma leaned forward and rested her head on Lauren's shoulder. "I could go back to sleep like this, it's so comfortable"

"It's too hot, come on, lean up!" said Lauren, pushing her away, conscious now that she was sweating beneath the confines of her rudimentary clothing.

Emma's hands sank down to Lauren's thighs, smoothing the T-Shirt until they found the soft skin of her buttocks. Her little hands were hot but still she rested her head on her shoulder.

"Oh, listen!" said Emma. 

"I didn't hear anything"

"Yeah, the air conditioning started again!" said Emma, sitting up. Lauren thought she might have heard a feint whirring noise from the depths of the house. Emma smiled broadly at Lauren as she sat on her legs.

"Come on then, back to bed for you young lady." said Lauren, pushing her back. Emma braced herself against the table with her elbows, still sitting on Lauren's legs. "Carry me!" she said gleefully.

Lauren looked down and saw her pussy, deliberately exposed between her parted thighs. Her own sex stirred once again, delighting in the sight of the little nymph and the purity of her lightly-haired pussy. The heat was oppressive, the atmosphere in the kitchen almost edible. Lauren wiped her arm across her forehead.

"God, it's so hot! Aren't you hot?" asked Lauren.

"Mmm. I've got a great idea, let's swim!"

"Don't be stupid, it's four in the morning!"

"Oh come on, it's great fun. Come with me!" said Emma, now fully charged as she slipped off Lauren's legs. Her little bottom twitched as she made her way to the patio door and flicked the catch. She turned, resting her head on her shoulder, and looked at Lauren with theatrical seduction. "Are you coming?"

Reluctantly, Lauren stood and followed her out onto the patio. She looked around, checking to see how many neighbours might be watching their early morning frolic. The light from the kitchen shone across the deep end while the moonlight guided them down to the treacherous shallow end that had been so cruel to Lauren. She watched as Emma pulled her T-Shirt off in one fluid motion and let it fall onto the paving stones. She could see the outline of her figure, her slim legs and the pinnacles of her breasts in varying shades of grey. While Emma waded in, Lauren followed suit, losing her T-Shirt and cautiously stepping down between the stone pillars and into the shallow end. Each step forward was tested with her foot to ensure that she didn't sink without trace again.

"Swim!" shrieked Emma, treading water about halfway out.

"I can't, you know that!" replied Lauren, trying to look busy splashing water around. Emma had been right, the pool was bliss, the feeling of swimming naked quite wonderful. She reached down, scooping water up and splashed her breasts and shoulders, finally finding the inner resolve to kneel and submerge to her neck. Emma swam back to the shallow end.

"Come on, I'll teach you!"

"Don't be silly, it's night time. I mean, maybe tomorrow"

"Please, I'll hold you, and you just do the strokes, OK?"

"But I might sink!"

"I'll hold you, like I said. You have to trust me." Emma looked into her eyes, challenging her, waiting with arms outstretched. "Do you?"

Slowly, Lauren edged forward, reassured that as she ventured farther from the shallow end, so Emma supported her stomach and thighs with her arms. Both girls shrieked continually as though they were both on fire, until the novelty wore off and Lauren genuinely tried to swim.

"OK, now hands right forward, make paddles and then push the water away! Push! OK, once more, and again!" The instruction lasted almost half an hour, varying between breast stroke, floating on her back (which scared her to death when the water lapped at her ears) and opening her eyes under water.

Emma taught her carefully, ensuring that she never sank beneath the surface. Teaching the older girl was a difficult feat for Emma and her efforts were appreciated by Lauren. Gradually, the two girls relaxed and as their trust grew so Lauren was able to concentrate on moving as she was told rather than worrying if she was about to drown. Emma used the palm of her hands to support Lauren, one just above her pubic hair and the other just below her breasts. Occasionally the lower hand would stray accidentally into the tight hair above her pussy, only to return later as Lauren squirmed and invented new strokes. Finally, they stopped, both of them buoyed by Lauren's achievement of swimming across the pool unaided, albeit lacking in elegance.

Lauren leaned with her back against the side of the pool, watching as Emma approached. "OK, now watch me, I'll dive down, swim around and come back up. Then you do it, OK?" said Emma, sinking without an answer. Lauren watched the little bubbles, trying in the half light of the new dawn to see where she had gone. Suddenly, she felt hands on her feet, shins, legs, and then Emma slid slowly up along her body. Lauren squealed delightedly as she felt tiny bubbles of air touching her thighs, sneaking around her pussy and drifting slowly up between the valley of her buttocks. She parted her legs slightly as the feeling of arousal became stronger and the swirling of the water promised uncharted pleasures. A lithe young body slowly broke the surface in front of her. Their breasts touched as Emma flicked her hair back, breathing deeply as she clung for support. Lauren allowed herself to hold her gently in her arms.

"That tickled!" said Lauren, smiling as she pushed Emma's damp hair away from her face.

"Go on, I think you can do it as well." Lauren took a deep breath, about to protest. "Just hold your breath and swim around. It's easier than swimming on the surface!"

"No, I don't think so."

"Try, just for me?" asked Emma, hugging her a little tighter. They changed places, Lauren testing the depth before breathing in a very deep breath and sticking her head under water. She emerged loudly, exhaling like a whale. Emma was about to tease her when Lauren held up her hand, breathed in again and disappeared.

In the bubbly silence she found Emma more by touch than sight. Her little feet were slightly parted, and she pulled herself up along her thighs, nuzzling into the softness of her pussy and marveling at the difference between the squeaky cleanness of her thighs and the slipperiness of her pussy lips. The warmth of her skin glowed in contrast to the cool water.

She slid upwards, kissing adventurously above her pussy, then more accurately rubbing her nose on her breast before exploding back into safety. She held onto the side of the pool, her hands resting above Emma, her breasts bobbing on the surface in front of her. Lauren felt the softness of Emma's thigh pressing gently between her own.

"I told you that you could do it!" said Emma.

"It's easier than swimming up here, that's weird!". Lauren allowed Emma to press further between her legs, feeling her thigh slip along her pussy.

"It's so quiet. Nobody's awake!" whispered Emma, tracing her finger along Lauren's shoulder and down between her breasts.

Lauren looked at her, feeling her hands exploring beneath the surface of the water. They were naked, exposed, obviously engaged in petting to anyone who happened to walk by. The water covered them, distorting reality into a shimmer of patches of light and dark, hiding their true intentions and creating an exciting atmosphere of bravado and intimacy. She felt Emma pulling her closer and allowed one hand to touch her hair while she gripped the pool edge with the other.

"You should get dry, you know" said Lauren, holding clumps of her darkened hair.

"It's OK, I'm going to get wet again. Just stay there" she said, slipping down underneath the water. Lauren held onto the side with both hands, looking down between her breasts at the translucent image below. Then she felt hands behind her, caressing her buttocks, and the bubbles again around her pussy. She rested her head on the side of the pool, mesmerised by the tickling. The hands found her anus, then her pussy, caressing slowly as they made their way up her stomach, followed by her arms until Lauren realised the Emma was swimming through her legs, kissing her body as she pressed hard against her, surfacing slowly.

Lauren gladly allowed Emma's thigh to press once again between her legs and pulled her closer, bending down slightly to kiss her forehead. They stared at each other before Emma raised her lips up. Her eyelids fluttered closed and her lips parted in expectation of the kiss that followed. Lauren felt her legs pressing hard against her pussy and twisted slightly to ensure that any escape would be difficult. Her right hand caressed her back, down to her tight buttocks and around up to her breast. Her nipples was hard, taut against the palm of her hand, yielding slightly to her touch. She felt Emma returning the compliment, tweaking her nipple and cupping her firm breasts in her hands as their kisses grew from the gentlest of embraces to warm, loving encounters that brought Lauren out in goosebumps.

Emma gripped Lauren tightly and wrapped her legs around her waist, leaning back against the side of the pool and hanging on with her hands behind her head. Lauren took the initiative, pulling Emma's buttocks almost out of the water before pushing her legs over her shoulders and burying her head between the young girl's legs. Her thighs gripped tighter and tighter around her neck until Lauren was concerned. She pushed her away and slid back into the water, licking her lips with delight at her mastery of the pool and her taste of Emma's arousal.

"We should go in, we'll need to get some sleep soon." said Lauren, bobbing up and down on tip toes, unconsciously offering her breasts. "It must be five o'clock already."

"Can I stay with you? It's only for a few hours?"

"Oh, Emma, how can we? Your brother's there!"

"He sleeps like a log, you know that. And anyway, he got to bed late, he'll be asleep until midday."

Lauren looked at her, hair matted against the side of her face, breasts twinkling in the early morning light. Her figure, distorted by the pool, was mysterious, young and sensuous. But Lauren once again laboured over her response, recalling her concerns about fooling with the little girl, and her recent resolve to cultivate a more respectable relationship with Felix. Eventually, logic of sorts determined that since she had made love to Felix earlier in the week that she had paid her debt to depravity and was probably in credit. Cuddling up to Emma would therefore not really constitute a break from her determination.

"Let's get dry...Oh, shit, we didn't bring any towels!" said Lauren, aghast.

"So?" said Emma, shrugging. "There are plenty in my room"

"Yeah, but they're inside"

Emma turned from her and climbed the steps out of the shallow end, heading for the kitchen. "Come on, let's get something to drink!" Lauren watched her gracefully swoop down to catch her T- Shirt, her breasts catching the palest of the pink morning light as she disappeared humming through the patio doors into the kitchen. She once again felt pleasure in the girls' pubescent features, her tanned legs and buttocks, the way the water tumbled down her back and the mat of wet blonde hair that clung to her shoulders.

Lauren clambered out of the pool and grabbed her T-Shirt as well. She momentarily thought about slipping it over her head but decided against it, instead quickly touching herself between her legs to confirm the welcoming feel of her pussy. She entered the kitchen and suppressed a squeal of delight as she saw Emma squatting in front of the fridge, naked, thighs tightly together, not a care in the world. She slipped down behind her, peering into the fridge over her shoulder.

"Come on, let's get dressed!" she whispered impatiently, casting uneasy glances towards the door.

"God, the cold air feels so good on me!" said Emma, ignoring Lauren's plea. She leaned back almost pushing Lauren over. Drips of water ran from the nape of her neck, fighting through the swirl of blonde hair that patterned her back.

"Where can you feel it? asked Lauren, touching her thigh. "Here?"

"Mmm"

Lauren slid her hand around her thigh and found the tight cheeks of her bottom. A finger ran along the valley towards her vagina. "What about here?"

"Oh yes, definitely." She turned slightly.

"Lori?" The bombshell cometh.

"What?"

"Do something different, something unusual. You know, really dirty"

"What like?" asked Lauren, backing away in embarrassment.

"I don't know. Something in here, in the kitchen. Something weird and risky." Lauren thought as she looked around the room. Her sphincter tightened as she realised that it was getting light and although she was fairly sure that Emma wouldn't run through the house screaming, she might cry out in pleasure if they got too carried away. "And I want to do it you as well." she said, wonder and excitement in her eyes.

"Look, not here." she whispered, cupping Emma's breasts from behind. Suddenly, Emma turned and stood in front of her, swaying as Lauren stared directly at her sweet pussy. The young lips still had tiny droplets of water on them, sparkling in the light of the kitchen, nestling into the soft folds of skin of her inner lips. Lauren leaned forward slowly and kissed just above the hood of her   clitoris. As she savored the soft smoothness of the girls' stomach against her cheek, Emma pressed a cold can against Lauren's shoulder.

"What's in here?"

"Cream"

"What for?"

"For me. Cressida said she read about it in a magazine." said Emma.

"Cressida? Oh yes, the girl you visited."

"I read it too. I want to invite her over sometime. She could stay overnight, right?"

"I suppose so, I don't think your mum would mind." But Lauren was more intrigued, and a little concerned, about the cream. Emma flicked the top of the carton and angled it towards her navel.

"What are you doing?" hissed Lauren.

Emma didn't reply. Instead, the cream flowed slowly down from the carton, over her navel, and in the general direction of her pussy. Lauren felt her stomach somersault as a feeling of lightheadedness came over her. Unconsciously she shook her head from side to side, watching as the white trail encountered the sparse pubic hair, paused momentarily then burst forth again between her pussy lips.

"Oh, it's so smooth, and cold!" said Emma, her eyes closed as she held onto the fridge for support. Tiny drips of cream fell onto her thighs and legs.

"Jesus, Emma." exclaimed Lauren, swallowing hard at the sight of the cream running over the delicate folds of skin. She tilted the carton back to normal then ran for the kitchen door and peered out into the dining room. The coast appeared to be clear. "Go to my room!" she said, ushering her out of the kitchen with the carton. Lauren cleared up very quickly, visited the lounge briefly then slipped into her bedroom.

Emma lay on her back, eyes closed, legs together, the white stain evident even in the half-light of dawn. Lauren snaked up from the foot of the bed and licked from her knees up to her pussy, holding her thighs tightly together. The cream tasted of very little, but the smoothness and the sheer wantonness of the girl made her shiver with delight. Gently she laid on top of her, bracing herself with her hands either side of the little angel. She lapped at her breasts causing Emma to murmur her appreciation, then pushed her tongue between her lips, kissing her mouth fully as she gripped her shoulders.

Emma held her head, pulling her closer as she responded feverishly, pushing her unexpectedly off and onto her back.

"What?"

"I want to do it to you." replied Emma, reaching for the cream.

"Which magazine was this?" asked Lauren, very self-conscious and more than a little embarrassed. Emma knelt beside her and pushed her hand between her thighs, parting her legs and caressing her pussy.

"Her mum's. In Spanish. God, you feel so wet!"

Lauren felt the cold cream dribbling down very slowly from her navel, and sat up slightly to direct it away from her hips. Emma tipped again, oblivious to the cleaning bill that was sure to follow. She replaced the carton by the bed and ran her fingers around in the liquid. Lauren wasn't too convinced about the eroticism of the cream. She thought she had seen it once in a sex film, years ago, and it had looked pretty messy at the time. Emma's fingers felt wonderful, but then they would have done without the cream.

Emma leaned forward and kissed the mat of pubic hair above her vagina, probing with her tongue and teasing her aroused labia with butterfly kisses. But it was when her tongue found her vagina and sought the treasure beyond that Lauren realised just how sensuous the feeling could be. The heat from her mouth and the cold cream mixed to send rockets of signals directly to her brain. Emma brought her hands underneath her bottom and pulled Lauren into her mouth making her inhale sharply between clenched teeth.

She gripped Emma's bottom and pulled her across her body, making her straddle her chest. With Emma's pussy within range of her tongue she inhaled the smell of chlorine from the pool mixed with the youngsters sex. Cream dripped from her vagina as though coming from inside, just in case though Lauren needed any further encouragement to delve deeply into her. They gripped each other tighter, Lauren alternating with her tongue between flicking her pussy lips and straining upwards towards her bottom. Recalling Emma's wish to do the same to her, she gently pushed her over onto the bed and quietly reassured her that this was just part two of many. Lauren grabbed both her pillows and pushed them underneath Emma's bottom, arranging her until her young mound pushed up deliciously towards the ceiling.

She reached down towards the end of the bed and retrieved the candle that she had grabbed from the lounge. She kissed her pubic hair briefly before running the tapered end of the candle over her pussy, spreading the cream and further teasing Emma.

"What are you going to do?" asked Emma, eyes closed.

"Make you come." Lauren dripped a little more cream from the carton into her sparse pubic hair.

Emma smiled as though sleep was upon her. With cream dribbled over the thin end of the candle, Lauren wiped the remainder over the little girl's bottom, swirling around her anus, announcing the intended target for the implement. Emma raised her bottom slightly, her anus exposed completely, trusting, dripping with the thick white cream. Lauren felt the muscles welcoming their visitor as Lauren pushed slightly inside with her middle finger. She leaned down and kissed her pussy, lapping at the cream that still covered her labia and clitoris. Emma moaned delightedly, inhaling deeply as Lauren slid in the first inch of the candle. She withdrew it again as she continued to kiss her, then pushed in, slightly deeper, twirling it around, teasing the tight muscular walls of her rectum.

Emma gripped the back of her knees, pulling her legs hard against her breasts while her anus pouted constantly. Lauren could see her trembling, the strength of satisfaction gaining with every minute. She pushed the candle deeper, checking occasionally to ensure that it was sufficiently oily, establishing a regular depth and rhythm so that Emma could anticipate and work with her towards their goal. Lauren flicked at her clitoris, watching with delight as the candle disappeared into the young girl. Emma's movements became erratic, uncontrolled, her breathing irregular and the grip on her legs so tight that white patches surrounded her fingers as she dug into the skin.

Lauren lapped deeply around the entrance to her vagina, pushing in as hard as possible, straining her tongue until her jaw ached. She felt the walls contracting and increased the rate of pumping with her hand. A glance at Emma made her think she was about to cry but the screwed up expression on her face changed to surprise and shock as she came, her anus gripping the candle so that it would hardly move and her pussy trembling delightfully, rewarding her with a gush of juice that mixed gloriously with the cream in her mouth. Lauren let go of the candle and watched it being slowly expelled as Emma continued to orgasm. Lauren held her tight, laying her head against the back of her thighs, nibbling occasionally   as the pleasure and gratification of the moment were slowly absorbed. Lauren flicked gently once or twice at her pussy, reassuring her until she decided that it was time to relax.

Lauren pulled the pillows out from under her bottom and cuddled closer, wrapping her arms around her and shifting slightly until their breasts touched fully. Lauren wrapped her right leg over Emma and entwined herself. Sweet breaths of exhaustion wafted over her as beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. Lauren licked her clean like a cat, tending to her needs, so very conscious of her feelings at that moment and her desire to be simply held.

Several minutes passed until Emma looked up into her eyes and leaned forward to kiss her lips, shifting slowly as she did until she lay on top of Lauren. The trail of cream smeared over Lauren's stomach as Emma opened her legs and straddled her, nestling into her neck and breathing contentedly into her ear. Lauren reached over her bottom and teased along the valley of her buttocks, seeking out her anus and the scene of the earlier intrusion. Her finger found the entrance and Lauren was delighted to feel how tight it was once again. She massaged the cream around in lazy circles, willing her little friend to return the compliment.

At last, and to caresses and touches from Lauren, Emma slipped down her body, kissing gently at her breasts as she slipped between her legs. Emma took hold of the two pillows, just as Lauren had   done, and guided Lauren's bottom into the air as she slipped them underneath. Patting them carefully, she let go of Lauren and held the pillows as she sank back down, offering her wet pussy high into the air. Lauren continued her encouragement, touching Emma's thighs and rubbing her vagina with the back of her hand as the girl took hold of the cream from the bedside table. Lauren closed her eyes, the hint of a smile across her face as she felt Emma pushing her legs apart, her young fingers trailing through the brown pubic hair and along the length of her labia. The excursion continued, locating her anus and circling as she had remembered. Suddenly, Lauren felt the cream flowing steadily over her vagina rekindling her basic inclination to make sure that the pillows didn't get messy. As she closed her legs, Emma held her steady, spreading the silky liquid around, probing inside her vagina with her fingers until Lauren realised that she really didn't care, and parted her thighs to allow Emma the greatest access.

She heard the carton being put back on the bedside table, and felt Emma draw closer to her side, kissing her stomach gently as her hands glided along her thighs and slid through the whiteness of her pussy. The cold sensation, she realised, was Emma teasing her with the candle and her expectations went into overdrive as it slipped along the length of her vagina, circling her clitoris and finally heading south to it's final destination. Lauren raised her bottom, making absolutely sure that there was no obstruction in the way of this ultimate pleasure. Never before had she even thought about using cream, and she knew that to have the thirteen year old nymphet administering such attention was going to be the stuff of dreams to come for many months ahead.

Lauren shifted slightly on the pillows, pulling her thighs back as her hands supported her buttocks, ready to pull the cheeks apart and stretch her entrance. Emma slid between her legs, leaning over Lauren to brush her little breasts against the back of her legs. Her tongue found a source of cream and lapped longingly up from the entrance to her vagina, over her clitoris and up into the brown bush. Then down again, tracing a return path that dwelt around her clitoris, teasing the bud into the light of dawn. Lauren shook slightly, her orgasm bubbling dimly within, her fingers digging into her buttocks as Emma leaned back and ran the tip of the candle around the crinkled opening. Slowly, Lauren felt the candle enter. She was unsure how much, maybe an inch, and then it withdrew again. She sighed, smiling happily as she laid her head to one side on the sheet. Emma spread a little more cream over the top and around her hole, then reinserted the candle, twisting the end gently to ensure that Lauren felt the maximum benefit. Her other hand found her pussy lips and gently stroked along their length, darting inside her vagina occasionally, feeling the hardness of the candle through the thin membrane.

Deeper and deeper went the wax shaft, penetrating perhaps four inches, the glow within beginning to join forces with that from her vagina to speed her relief. Lauren reached down and pulled the candle from her anus.

"Does it hurt?" asked Emma, stopping all movement. Lauren didn't reply. She simply shook her head and turned the candle round, offering the bulbous end to her anus. Together, they pushed the first half inch inside her. Lauren continued to grip Emma's hand on the candle, delighted with the feeling and the knowledge of what they were doing. Carefully, she let go and Emma continued to push, losing the length of it slowly inside her, pausing then withdrawing almost all the way. Her pumping built up speed as her muscles relaxed, and Emma returned to caress her clitoris with circular motions of her thumb. Suddenly, out of nowhere, pleasure burst forth, growing into the threat of an orgasm so big that Lauren wondered if she should stop. That idea lasted less than a single stroke of Emma's hands but she did cover her mouth with her hand as her anus pulsed wildly and she thought she was about to be sick with the feeling of euphoria. Emma pushed deep into both her pussy and anus, reading her movements well and was rewarded by Lauren's vaginal muscles gripping tightly to her two fingers as Lauren arched her back and squealed into her hand.

Lauren thought that something must be happening. Either she had wet herself, shrieked out, or even broken something inside. The force of her orgasm was such that she bucked violently in the air, not knowing whether to arch her back or pull her thighs back against her chest to maximise the effect of the candle and fingers. Over the following thirty seconds she did both, scaring Emma to such an extent that she slipped out the candle and tried to calm her down. The removal of the candle sent her into a second wave of rapture, the heat in her anus stinging, mentally extinguished by the juices that flowed freely from her pussy. As she slowly settled down onto the pillows she knew there were tears in her eyes. She had no idea the reason for them, except that she was deliriously happy and could have eaten Emma to death and would have thrown her arms around her if she had believed that she wouldn't squeeze the last breath out of her young body.

Emma lay down awkwardly next to her, one leg draped over the pillows. Lauren purred, eyes closed, one hand seeking Emma. She found her, touched her arm, down to her fingers as though thanking her. They dozed silently for perhaps ten minutes until reality sank in and Lauren suggested they get a little more sleep. Naked, Emma wandered over to the bedroom door, her little buttocks twitching sexily, occasionally revealing the smooth outline of her pussy. With utmost caution, she cracked open the door, peered along the hallway, then turned, smiled and waved good-bye.

Lauren dreamed of a long path. She was driving quickly along the path in a Mercedes taxi full of Swiss chocolate that despite her frantic efforts melted and messed up the seats. Chapter 35    Gustav called the next morning, suprising Lauren since it was   usually Elizabeth's job to deal with household matters. He stated, in   a very business-like manner, that Lauren had been given control of   settling all bills, household accounts, credit cards and would be   contacted by their bank in the next few days for specimens of her   signature. He had also written to her to outline what they thought   were the best routes out of the country if trouble struck.    Twice he launched into a speech of how grateful they both were,   how special Lauren was to them, and how they were delighted to   have her in the family. Lauren felt touched by his remarks, although   was embarrassed by the end of his second monologue, wishing they   could discuss more mundane matters. Gustav gave her a brief   update on the election, realising that she would not be able to   follow the news in Spanish. He and Elizabeth would be traveling to   Geneva for talks in two days, but would call before they went and   let her know when they would be back.    She had only just rung off when the phone rang again. It was her   mother, the line perfectly clear.    "Well, how are you?" asked her mother, clearly pleased to speak to   her.     "Fine. We're all fine." What else was there to say? She was hardly   going to tell her all the detail on the news, although she was fairly   sure that CNN would have broadcast it around the world anyway.    "Dear, I have some sad news, I'm afraid."    "What?" She dreaded this. Early in the conversation, clearly why   she had called. Perhaps father was ill, or her brother. Three   thousand miles from home.    "Jim's been in a car accident. Seems he was pretty banged up.   Happened last week"    "How is he?" The truth sank in slowly. He was a very good driver,   and Switzerland had tough driving tests and strict laws. Her chin   trembled. She was determined not to cry.    "Not good. I visited him in hospital. He recognised me but his jaw   was sort of fixed." Her mother's voice wavered, Lauren catching   the emotion.    "I'll write to his Mum, she can forward the letter"    "That would be nice, dear. I'm sure he'd appreciate it. He's been so   miserable since you left, you know"    Lauren frowned. "How do you know?"    "I spoke to his mother"    "Ohh, yeah!"    "He's such a nice boy, Lori. Such a good friend to you!"    "Mum, he's just about the one and only boyfriend I ever had." Her   sorrow turned to anger, a hard lump in her throat hurting as her   breath shuddered with pent up tears. "We both agreed that we   would be free to do whatever we wanted while I was out here!"    "That Claudette has been spreading more rumours, you know. I just   don't know what to say" Ever since high school, Claudette had   insisted that Lauren and Nikki had been 'partners", as she insisted   on terming it. Her mother picked up the rumours in the village and   strenuously defended her daughter. But Lauren knew it was   difficult when her mother was ninety-five percent convinced that   Lauren and Nikki had been lovers, not for a matter of days but   years.    "She can say all she likes. I really don't care" A tear fell to the floor.

She covered the receiver as she sniffed.    "Lori, just be good, right. Look after those children." The   implication hurt beyond measure, calling into question her   competence. She dearly wanted to tell her just how strong she had   been, how she had rejected, fended off temptation. But she was   crying now, her mind tortured by the unkindness of Claudette's   gossip and her inability to retaliate or even defend herself.    "Is Dad OK?" she stuttered.    "We're all fine. I'll write to you tomorrow, OK?"    "Hmm, OK. Bye"    She ran to her room, through into her lounge and stared out of the   window, seething, shaking at the injustice of life. Her gaze took her   thoughts over the horizon, almost due east, and hoping that she had   suddenly been blessed with supernatural powers, imagined a bolt of   lightning striking Claudette dead.    Chapter 36

Lauren had barely stuffed the plates and cutlery from the evening meal into the dishwasher when the patio door squeaked open. Lauren glanced at the clock in the kitchen, wondering if one of the staff had returned for something. Emma skipped off to answer it, and Lauren was surprised to hear her high-pitched delight and the voice of Felix. As she washed her hand she smiled, hoping that he would perhaps stay for a while.

"Hey, what's cookin'?" he asked, sauntering into the kitchen, followed by Emma who grinned at Lauren over his shoulder. "Hey, you look nice!" he said, admiring her pale yellow summer dress.

Lauren grinned at the unexpected compliment and shot a glance at Emma. "Thanks! Not much, I didn't expect you tonight!" she said, clearly pleased however to see him. She smoothed down her dress so that it clung to her thighs. He sat down at the table, Emma quickly occupying the seat next to him, pulling her knees up against her chest and wrapping her arms around her legs. Lauren had no doubt what was going through her little mind.

"Hey, don't get settled. I was going to make some coffee" suggested Lauren. Her mind though was on the dress, and the feeling she had had earlier that told her to change for dinner and have a rest from the T-Shirt image. The dress was light, pure cotton and she always felt very comfortable in it.

"Great, can we see the news?"

"Yeah, let's take it into my little lounge, is that OK?" asked Lauren, thankful for a maneuver that would get them alone without Emma.

"Course" said Felix. They carried their drinks off to the other end of the house and left Emma alone in the kitchen. In the back of Lauren's mind was a voice suggesting that she was making a bad move, but the thought of continuing her goal of one man, one persuasion outweighed any other concern as her shoes echoed down the cold marble hall.    They settled on the sofa and sipped slowly as the local TV station once again brought bad news. Grain supplies had been halted, bread was not available even a hundred miles to the north of them, and the film clips showed mountains of food rotting in the hot sun because of a lack of delivery vehicles.

More shots showed army trucks and soldiers unloading food and distributing it to the poor and needy. Felix and Lauren laughed together at the implausibility of the scene, hungry people lined up in an orderly fashion, quietly waiting for great packages of supplies, then thanking the soldiers courteously before walking slowly away.

Remarkably, there were interviews with the government candidates, but none with the opposition. Nor was there any mention of the opposition platform, their issues or manifesto. Lauren cuddled closer to him, shielding herself from the onslaught of news that annoyed her sense of fair play.

The lounge itself looked like a battlezone, with old newspapers and books lying over the floor. Lauren noted that two pairs of knickers lay down by the television that had been washed in the bathroom but hadn't quite made it to her drawers. Shoes dotted the floor. Finishing her coffee she rose and gathered the clothing, well aware that each time she crouched down her dress rose over her thighs and revealed her tanned legs. Perhaps that was the reason she had always liked the dress, along with the feeling that it hugged her figure at the waist and breasts yet retained the little schoolgirl freshness as she twirled in it.

Felix put his coffee carefully on the floor by his feet and stretched out his arms towards Lauren, silently beckoning her as he sat on the sofa. She angled her head to one side enquiringly and slowly took the couple of paces across the floor, dumping the collected clothes in a new pile where they would not doubt lie untouched for yet another week.

He smoothed the material over her buttocks and caressed the back of her thighs as his hands felt their way over her legs. She swayed as he pulled her closer, steadying eventually as he kissed just below her navel. Lauren took his head in her hands and murmured appreciation, feeling his lips and hands exploring her body. She clenched the cheeks of her bottom together, stretching in delight at the feeling of his attention.

His hands slipped under the hem of her dress, gliding over the backs of her thighs and delving deliciously between her legs. His thumbs found the elastic of her knickers and he quickly lifted the material to allow his fingers entry and access to her buttocks. Warmth flooded her mind as she felt her arousal growing below. Felix pulled at her, twisting her onto the sofa so that his lips could seek hers. She pulled him closer, closing her eyes as they embraced gently. His insistent hands fluttered over the tight material covering her mound    causing her stomach to reciprocate while their kisses became more passionate as his exploration grew bolder. He flicked at her lips with his tongue, pecking at her upper lip before turning his attention slowly to her neck and shoulders.    She knew where he was going and was only too happy to guide his mouth over her breasts, down along her stomach and to feel him nuzzling against her hips. To her surprise and delight he lifted her dress and disappeared underneath the pale fabric, touching her thighs lightly as his warm breath marked his progress towards her damp pussy. His fingers touched so lightly that on occasions she thought she would giggle but her mind would allow no chance of interruption and she parted her legs and slipped down on the sofa to allow him easier access.

His tongue found the elastic of her knickers and tried to push underneath without success. She then felt him push his hands underneath her bottom and start to tug at the material, success coming slowly as he pushed his tongue towards her pussy and swollen labia. Lauren allowed herself a glance between her legs and could only see the movement of her dress accompanied by the rustling of the material and the sound of his breathing. The sensation of being attended to by an unseen force excited her to such an extent that she brought her feet up onto the sofa and lewdly parted her legs, pushing down on her thighs with her hands to ensure he had maximum freedom.

"I'm going to eat you out!" he said, gripping her thighs. Lauren opened her eyes again, surprised by his words and unsure how to respond. She was unused to discussion during love-making and was embarrassed by his commentary. She gripped his head and pulled him closer. He pulled her knickers down slightly more so that he could easily get his tongue inside her hot vagina. "Oh, God, you're so wet, and so warm"

Lauren responded, cautiously, with a heartfelt groan, shifting to his ministrations as she felt his stiff tongue pushing inside her. "Mmm, yes!" she said, wondering what to say.

"Oh, yes, you love that, don't you? Jeeze, you taste wonderful!"

"Oh, Felix, don't stop, please!" she said breathlessly. Her initial inhibitions overcome, the discussion was just one other stimulation affecting her body. Part of her wanted to rip her dress off so that she could be totally naked in front of him, while another restraining force dictated that she enjoy the new sensation of being eaten while fully dressed. While she caressed her thighs lightly with her fingers he slipped a wet finger down from her pussy and circled her anus.

"I'm going to make you come. God, you're so beautiful, so sexy!" The words had a heady sound to them and as he pushed into her anus her cares and reluctance vanished with his finger.

"Oh yes, deeper. Lick my clit, please!" Her heart pounded at her words. She had never spoken in such a way before, not even with Nikki. But her orgasm continued to build as the warm, deep feeling of his finger grew and fed the wash of pleasure that built in the depths of her womb. "Oh Felix, I'm coming!" she shouted. He increased the rate of stroking in her anus and pulled at her clitoris with his lips before pressing hard against it with his tongue, circling and lapping as she shook uncontrollably. Pulling her legs back, she came with a wash of pleasure that made her want to laugh, her anus gripping his finger as she threw her head back against the sofa. He held on, licking and probing as she squirmed and reveled in the release of their loving, her legs snapping shut around his head, trapping him in the softness and warmth of her sex.

"Oh, I can feel you coming on my tongue! Oh, that feels so good!" he mumbled, licking hard along the length of her inner lips, pushing the gusset of her knickers away as best he could. Lauren vanished in the warmth of her orgasm, pushing back hard against the sofa while squeezing her thighs together, sucking the last vestiges of pleasure from her trapped lover. His tongue pushed hard into her sweet sex bringing on a second wave of pleasure that wrapped and rolled over the first, making her anus pulse around his finger as he pushed further into her. She felt the palm of his hand against her buttocks, his thumb teasing at the entrance to her vagina. Slowly, her thighs relaxed their grip and she heard him breath loudly, coming up for air before he drowned in her pleasure.

Lauren reached down, wrapping his head in her dress, guiding him away from her vagina and towards her thigh. His face slid against her, saliva and cum mixing over her silky tanned skin. He nibbled her, darting occasionally back to her labia, flicking at her as he planted delicate kisses. Lauren regained her senses, her heat pounding, leg muscles taut and complaining. She looked down and smiled to herself at the almost comical sight of a pair of trousers and two feet protruding between her thighs and beneath her dress. She recalled a centerfold from a magazine that her brother had 'found', with a girl, dressed similarly, with her shoes on the sofa, her fine, tanned thighs spread. Perhaps that what the shoes were meant to signify, a rush to orgasm with no time for the preliminaries. Lauren recalled thinking how staged that picture had seemed.

Her mind turned back to her man; she realised he was accomplished, aware that it had taken Jim almost two years of trying before he could make her come with his tongue. But this young man seemed to be able to do it to order, adding variety as well into the bargain. He moved his finger, pulling inexorably as it slid from her anus. The sudden sensation of heat glowed again within her, causing her to shudder slightly as he gripped her knickers and tugged. With her legs together they came down only a    few inches before he stopped, emerged from between her legs and kissed his way back up to greet her.

"You're so gorgeous!" he said, nibbling her breasts beneath her dress. The urge to rip her clothes off returned but instead she leaned forward and flicked the buttons on his shirt. He shrugged it off and knelt in front of her, presenting a large bulge and a probable damp spot next to the metal zip of his trousers. Lauren wrenched his belt to one side and allowed him to assist as his trousers dropped to the floor. She felt his cock beneath his underpants and confirmed the dampness beneath. Suddenly, with great strength, he gripped her wrists and held them over her head against the back of the sofa. Her breasts pushed hard against the thin fabric of her dress, making the buttons pop as he quickly revealed her white bra. He pushed the material to one side, allowing both breasts to burst out. His free hand went behind her back, pulling her towards him and he sank onto her nipples, licking and nibbling as she once again closed her eyes, wondering if she had any capacity left to orgasm that night. Her arms stretched above her head as he feasted on her, his ardor gaining as his stiffness rubbed against her leg.

"Turn over!" he said, releasing her wrists and pulling at her hip. She obliged, feeling the coarse material of the sofa on her stomach and upper thighs. One hand found her breasts while the other caressed her stomach, exploring down further over her dress and under her knickers to her pubic hair. His cock nestled into the valley of her buttocks, still restrained by his pants but nonetheless hard and demanding. He pulled her further away from the sofa so that her buttocks were free and pushed his knee between her legs, spreading them further apart. "Do you have any oil?" he asked impatiently.

"What like?"

"I dunno, any Baby Oil?"

"In the bathroom, on one of the shelves." Lauren realised that it was next to the gloves she had used on Lauren, but the thought trailed off as he returned and dripped the wonderful liquid over the taut area of her buttocks. She sensed his pants being removed and felt his cock at the entrance to her oiled vagina, amused by the way her knickers strained against his insistence. He rubbed himself along her length, probing her vagina and anus as he leaned against her, pushing her into the sofa. She turned her head to one side, vaguely aware of him behind her and his slippery hands as they explored her breasts. He rested the head of his cock against her anus and Lauren held her breath. She felt an exploratory finger again teasing her wrinkled hole, entering maybe an inch before turning and leaving. She was astounded. Nobody had ever taken such liberties with her, or been so forward or in such command. And yet it was giving her so much pleasure. She felt secure, safe with him and so infatuated with his style and willingness to experiment that she knew they were destined to try many new variations in their relationship.

He pushed against the entrance to her vagina, splitting the lips slowly as she gripped his greasy length. Deeper he went, plowing into her firmly as he tweaked her nipples. Now he had found his target, he moved over her again, kissing around the back of her neck and licking her earlobes as his stroking began. His stroke was short but sure, pushing between her labia, into her vagina, pausing in the heat then pulling out all the way. Then returning, splitting her again, steadily, surely. Lauren slid her hands down underneath her stomach and gripped her thighs, cupping her pussy, ensuring that as he slid into her he found the target each time. She could feel the wetness as her fingers slid easily around his length, touching his balls at the end of each stroke. She caught her clitoris between two straight fingers and squeezed gently, sending waves of pleasure and increasing the expectation and the accompanying bubbles of excitement within.

Suddenly, his strokes became insistent, random, almost painfully fierce until he stopped, catching his breath. She knew he had picked up the oil once again, confirmed by the warm trickle down between the tight globes of her buttocks. He withdrew from her pussy and re-positioned himself behind her, one hand spreading the cheeks of her bottom roughly apart.

"No..." she whispered.

"Shh!"

Very gently, he rested his stiff cock against her anus, rubbing around the tiny opening. She could feel the muscles spasm, alternately celebrating and rejecting the intruder. He groaned quietly to himself, entering her no more than half an inch. Lauren felt the burning sensation immediately as the strong muscles were stretched apart. The moment of truth. Years of thought, fantasy and expectation distilled into a brief moment. Lauren had determined that it would feel just like a man's thumb inside her. Just as stiff and hard. Bathtime had offered the opportunity to experiment. Lying on her side, her dark hair trailing in the water, she had rested a leg on the side of the bath, giving her room to soap herself, teasing her anus with her fingers.

Slowly, she had inserted her index finger, surprising and revolting herself the first time, wondering if she had done herself some damage. But at fifteen, revulsion had turned to curiosity, intrigue at the depth of feeling and the tight grip that her muscles had on her finger. At sixteen, she fancied she must have introduced objects into her anus as part of her masturbatory fantasies, slowly inserting her middle finger while she carefully pushed the beloved hairbrush inside her pussy. She knew definitely that she was eighteen when she had stayed at a hotel with her parents just over the border in France; on one of those hot, summer evenings, she had laid in the shower, squirting water with the shower head into her bottom, then dashed to the toilet, holding back as long as possible until she let the water gush into the pan.

"Please, please be careful......" she whimpered, pushing her buttocks high into the air to lessen the pain.

"Just relax. Relax your muscles!" he said, running his hand around her hip and over her oily thighs. She felt him kiss her shoulders, just as her anus admitted defeat and allowed him in deeper.

"No, please!" Lauren dug her nails into the fabric of the sofa as her face screwed up in pain. She felt him easing out slowly, slipping away from her, leaving a void. Once he was all the way out, he again positioned himself at her entrance and pushed slightly, easing himself into her depths an inch. She gripped again, the feeling this time more severe, the expectation of pain overcome by the agony of reality. He pushed harder, gripping her hips with his hands, pulling her high into the air as his length plumbed her depths.

Her fantasies with Felix had developed rapidly, the thought on anal sex with him occurring to her after their first sexual encounter. His long, thin cock seemed ideal to her, and the perfect tool to experiment with in relative safety.

So Lauren was at a loss to explain the intense pain she felt, the feeling of tearing, ripping that accompanied his attempts at penetration. The devil in her encouraged further tests, while her natural defences screamed in alarm. Her anus glowed red hot, the walls of the dark tunnel stretching, sending any thoughts of pleasure into oblivion.

"Felix, ....."

"Just relax yourself!" he said, pushing very slowly into her. Her anus felt as though it would split in two, and Lauren was genuinely worried about doing permanent damage to herself. Summoning her courage, she rolled onto her side, quivering on the sofa, shaking her head quickly from side to side. "Hey!" he said, soothingly. "Sorry, I thought you wanted to try it." He curled up next to her on the small sofa and caressed her face.

Lauren nodded, avoiding eye contact. "Mmm, I did. Or I do. I mean, I don't know, I just thought it would be, you know..."

"Less painful?" he asked, returning her kisses.

"Yes." She looked up at him. "It's so nice normally, so different."

"I know, perhaps we'll try again another day, slowly and gently?" he suggested.

Lauren didn't reply, simply kissed his lips and dwelt in the comfort of his arms. The novelty of having a house and a lover of her own had not worn off and she considered herself lucky at the age of nineteen to have both. Girlfriends back in Switzerland had talked about renting rooms in Zurich or Geneva, away from their parents for University courses and the delights of the night, but she had found it hard to appreciate the freedom until her own fortunes changed and she made her big trip west.

Many of her thoughts in the previous few days had been centered on their relationship, her concerns that he would never stay the night, didn't want her to call at home in case she woke his mother who was ill. On the other hand, he made her laugh, made her feel secure, adult. And so what if half their relationship concerned sex. She had learnt a great deal in the past few weeks, the difference between Felix and Jim enough to make her wonder why she had gone out with him for so many years. Her train of thought caused her to wonder whether she was 'behind' other girls of her age in sexual technique. Perhaps that was why Emma was experimenting so much, perhaps such activity is considered normal at thirteen. She knew that although she had made love to less than five different boys, she still had many things to learn. At school, some of her class had talked - at length - about oral sex and sucking boys. She had never been able to work out why she had never sucked a boy. The thought didn't repulse her, she thought she would find it quite exciting. She just didn't know where to begin and was afraid that he would yelp in pain. Perhaps she would take the plunge next time.

She felt his chest and worked her way down to his cock. He was still rock hard, slippery with the oil and his balls felt wonderful between her fingers. He slipped his hand around the taut globes of her buttocks and pulled her knickers further down past her knees. She slipped them off, making sure she threw them towards the bathroom, out of sight. The slipperiness of the material astonished her, raising her curiosity to such an extent that she quickly felt her pussy, her middle finger running along the length of her labia. Felix sensed her experiment and raised her leg, slipping it onto the top of the sofa, opening her. Lauren groaned with delight as her finger slipped inside her pussy. She closed her eyes, knowing that Felix was watching but not caring.

Felix slid round and positioned his cock between her legs. Without ceremony, he pulled her finger from within and sucked on it as he plunged into her soaking vagina, slipping the whole length inside her as she arched her back and grabbed the sofa cushions once again, the muscles in her young body flexing, her vagina sypathising, tightening as she gripped his cock. She felt him bulge almost immediately, signaling the imminent orgasm. His stroke was sure, determined and regular enough for her to concentrate on her own satisfaction. She brought the leg on top of the sofa closer to her breasts, the other wider so that her foot touched the floor. Her surrender excited her as his penetration quickened. She reached down, playing with her clitoris, summoning her relief as he jerked and moaned frantically.

"Oh yes, I'm coming!" he cried, grabbing her shoulders in desperation. She felt the hot stream of cum filling her, pulsing into her as his cock expanded and pushed against the walls of her vagina. His rhythm returned as he pumped, still spurting into her. Lauren raised her bottom, his cock rubbing against her clitoris with every slippery stroke, her climax on it's glorious way but still in need of help. He took her legs, pulling them up so that he could brace his arms behind her knees, then took up again with his sweet action. Lauren grabbed her feet, pulling her legs way back towards her head. She trembled with the thought of how they must look as he pummeled into the young girl, bent double on the sofa. She came, delightedly, guttural noises coming from her throat as she screwed her eyes tight. His cum oozed from inside her, dripping down her buttocks and onto the sofa.

Their activity subsided as he collapsed onto her, easing her legs down either side of him while his cock returned slowly to its normal size. As he slipped out, Lauren reached down and ran her fingers over her pussy, scooping up a generous trail of cum. She smiled, attracting his attention, and wiped it over her breasts. Felix gazed at her in astonishment as she pouted sensuously, licking her fingers as though in a cheap sex film. His cum tasted of very little although the consistency surprised her with its thickness.

"Wait!" he said, smiling. He slipped to the floor and turned her towards him, parting her legs slightly, a little unsure of her reaction. His tongue found her thigh and traced the short path to her vagina.

"Oh Jesus, Felix!" she said, watching him, cleaning her pussy with eyes closed. She lay back, opening her legs, sure that he would realise that she was very sensitive. He lapped at her pubic hair, avoiding her clitoris. Slowly, he rose towards her breasts and cleaned them before kissing her fully. Together, they tasted their love making and basked in the warmth of each other until Felix made his apologies and dressed.   Chapter 37

The following morning was busy for Lauren in comparison to others. She got up just before 8 o'clock, slipped naked from her bed and showered. She moved the growing pile of clothes from the doorway of the bathroom and added them to the two pairs of knickers she had discovered that previous night. Lauren ran her hand over the sofa, brining it to her nose to check whether any evidence remained of their activities. To her disappointment, there was none. A quick rummage through her clothes produced a clean T-Shirt and a pair of knickers. Bras were too warm anyway and socks were unnecessary.

She waltzed down to the kitchen, humming to herself as she made coffee. Lauren recalled the news reports of the night before and was dismayed. She felt sure they would have to leave the house and trudge south to safety. Emma had mentioned that the servants, who seemed to hear the news at least 24 hours before it was broadcast, had said they had already started packing essential items, ready for an emergency. Lauren knew such a move was wise, but found it difficult to summon the energy. She knew that being a foreign national might cause complications initially, but a three Swiss passports would protect them once they became known to people in authority.

Elizabeth telephoned just as the coffee had percolated, saying that she and Gustav were in Geneva, in discussions. She wouldn't say any more, but asked twice whether the children were well. Lauren relayed what she felt Elizabeth wanted to hear, sipping her coffee in between sentences. Slumped in the chair, she put her feet on another and lazily reached behind for a pack of biscuits.

"Yes, I think we're OK for money. I've used your credit card - the blue and white one - for shopping and petrol. Oh yes, the car needed fixing - air conditioning." She munched again, her attention drifting from the conversation to the sound of footsteps in the hallway. "No sign of Quintero - I call him at least once a day. Emma thinks he's working for the Nationalists some days then the Government on others." Jamie drifted into view, barefoot. In fact, as far as Lauren could tell, naked except for a T-Shirt that stopped about mid- thigh. Her gaze fixed between his legs, following his buttocks as he took a cup, poured coffee and added cream from the fridge.

"Not much news other than that" said Lauren, her legs dropping to the floor as Jamie sat at the table, facing at right-angles to her. "Jamie's here now, I'll hand you over. Yeah, bye now"

She watched his face as he talked to his mother. He smiled, clearly pleased to speak to her. Lauren unknowingly stared, lost in her own thoughts as she watched his features and expressions as the conversation wandered. She thought of her own mother and the rubbish they normally spoke about when she called. Unconsciously, she pulled her right leg up onto her left. She was unaware that Jamie stole a glance between her legs at that moment, and again when she reached back over her head and stretched noisily.

She did notice however when he turned slightly towards her, parting his legs while still speaking on the phone. Her stomach lurched as she watched, her eyes opening wide in expectation of his cock. She got up and tipped the remainder of her coffee into the sink, returning to the table with a cloth and wiping the surface. She confirmed the situation, his cock heavy, hanging between his legs but not erect.

He eventually rang off, displaying his swollen state as he walked out of the kitchen back to his bedroom. No sooner had he left than then phone rang again. A Spanish- sounding voice had Lauren baffled, and she called Jamie back to translate.

"One of the cleaners, kid's ill. She won't be in today."

"Oh dear. That's a shame, what's wrong?"

"I'm not sure, something ached I think" he shrugging. Lauren was suprised by his dismissal of the subject.

"Well, shouldn't we help?"

"Why?"

"I don't know, they're our neighbours, right?" argued Lauren.

"In a way, but they're servants, cleaners. They can go to the doctors if they want."

"Who's going to the doctor?" asked Emma, wandering in a bikini, ready for the pool. Lauren watched Jamie's eyes as they toured his sister's body, resting on the thin patch of material between her legs.

"The cleaner, the tall, young one. Her child's ill. She ought to take her to the doctor."

"No way. These people don't go to the doctor. They can't afford it and the chances of the Welfare State refunding their money is zero. That's what Quintero said." said Emma, slouching down on a chair.

"Well, we should help. Poor woman must be out of her mind with fright."

"We don't do that sort of thing here!" protested Jamie.

"Well, we do now. Good God, we can spare a few dollars for a consultation. In fact, I'll pay for it! Emma, please call her and tell her we'll take him to the doctor this morning if she wants."

Emma looked at Lauren in astonishment, raising her eyebrows in resignation once she realised that Lauren was serious. She dialed the number and spoke quickly, nodding as she stared out the window towards the town. Lauren realised that she was repeatedly telling the woman that it wasn't necessary to keep thanking her as she tried to ring off.

"Whew! She says the girl is almost limp and crying continually. Let's go then!" squealed Emma, caught up in the excitement of their deed. Jamie frowned as the two girls slammed the front door and sped off down the driveway.

Lauren drove carefully, making sure the air conditioning in the car was working at full, cooling the interior to make it as comfortable as possible for their passengers. Emma pointed the way around the back of their own house, down smaller roads that became white, dusty tracks, pot-holed and uneven where the surface had been washed away.

Chickens occasionally pecked at the roadside and thin cattle meandered on the open ground beside the road. Habitation sprang up gradually, the small, poorly roofed houses nestling together as if cowering from the car. Paint peeled and Lauren felt increasingly uncomfortable, embarrassed and guilty with her own lifestyle and the sudden chasm that existed between themselves and the villagers only yards from their house.

"Here, take a right here!" said Emma.

"Have you been here before?"

"Once, Daddy took her home once when it was really late" Lauren stopped the car and got out, feeling the blistering heat of the late morning beating down on her shoulders. Emma raised her hand to knock but the old grey door opened, revealing the cleaning lady, an expression of gratitude and humility on her old face. She welcomed them inside the house, motioning towards her daughter lying on a blanket on the floor. The house was stiflingly hot, airless, almost devoid of any decoration or ornaments - bare walls, a cross hanging on the far side, glass broken in the windows, a dog curled up beside the little girl while two other younger children teased it. Lauren was shocked, unprepared and if she could have spoken Spanish she would have spent the day apologising for the world. A snort brought her from her thoughts and she realised she had failed to see a man asleep on the tatty sofa. He had his back to them and was dressed in black shorts and a white T- Shirt. His hair was unkempt, matted. His shoes lay on the floor, beside a collection of wine bottles.

"She says she's been like that for a day now." said Emma, ignoring the noise from the man. "Won't eat, just drinks water occasionally."

"Tell her we'll take them both to the doctor. Tell her we will pay." said Lauren, kneeling beside the girl. Emma did as requested, giving the woman further cause to offer her thanks continually. Lauren became slightly irritated by the woman's gratitude and motioned to them both that they should get into the car. The woman gently scooped up her daughter. The tiny arms hung down, her head lolling back, rolling around without strength. Lauren injected some urgency into proceedings.

"OK, let's go. Get her in the back and then you in the front." Lauren watched as the woman fumbled with the door handle, clambered up into the car and laid her baby along the seat. She then turned back to the house, shooing her other children inside with a simple command and wave of her hand. Carefully, she clambered in next to the little girl. She seemed mesmerized by the plush interior, the dials and equipment, almost oblivious to the moans of her child. Doors slammed and Lauren drove off as quickly as she could, embarrassed by her surroundings. The short journey took less than ten minutes, and Lauren noticed again as they entered the doctor's office that the woman was ill at ease, stuttering over her name and address as the smiling receptionist took her details before showing her though to the waiting doctor.

Lauren and Emma sat in silence on the wooden seats, gazing at the small posters of healthy food, bright white teeth and a diagram of the body's blood supply. The receptionist returned to her desk and started thumbing through her documents.

"Can I pay you now, do you think?" asked Lauren.

The receptionist looked up. "Well, doctor hasn't finished his consultation yet"

Lauren stood and walked over to her. "Look, we'd like to pay for this visit. Perhaps if we could pay for, say, a standard visit and then pay any more after that. I don't want to embarrass her."

"Well, I suppose so. It's fifteen dollars. So why don't you pay twenty and that should include medicine. Ear ache, was it?"

"I don't know. I don't know much about children I'm afraid."

"It looked like it, poor little thing. Twenty should be fine"

Lauren handed over the money quickly, accepted her receipt and sat down again, pleased with herself and the ease with which she had been able to assist the woman. She smiled at Emma, squeezing her leg.

"Lori, can they stay at ours tonight? asked Emma. They haven't got air conditioning and she's never going to get any rest in that old house."

"It's up to the woman. Anyway, what is her name?"

"Anna, I think" replied Emma

"OK, if Anna agrees then fine, they can stay in the spare room. But she might not like the thought of it."

Anna emerged five minutes later. Her daughter clung round her neck sleepily. Lauren learned through the translation efforts of the receptionist and Emma that the girl certainly did have an ear infection. Anna refused point blank to stay overnight at their house, and needed some persuasion before she accepted the medicine from the pharmacy in the square. But Lauren saw the look of thanks in her eyes and that was sufficient. As they lay the little girl back down on the blanket in the sweltering front room of the house, she once again asked Emma to offer a bed for the little girl for the night, and once again, Anna refused. Both the sleeping man and the dog remained motionless, the latter observing the activity out of one eye, no doubt cursing the disturbance and interruption of his siesta.

"Buenos noches!" said Lauren, hoping that was the right language, let alone the right salutation. Anna smiled and closed the door slowly behind them. The girls drove back down the dusty track towards home in silence, speaking only once inside to explain to Jamie what had happened. He seemed genuinely pleased that they had decided to help her and smiled into Lauren's eyes in between lecherous stares at her figure. He waved happily as he went out onto the patio and opened the door to the tool shed. He wheeled out his bicycle, mounted and rode off down the gravel drive, wobbling slightly until he hit firmer ground.

Despite Jamie's joy, Lauren spent the next hour in a pensive mood, shocked at the state of the woman's house, clearly moved by her poverty and her inexperience with some of the luxuries that Lauren had taken for granted for all nineteen years of her life. The thought of the little girl's father lying asleep, drunk on the sofa appalled her,

and she loudly cursed him as her anger boiled inside. She scanned the lounge, considering the value of some of the works of art that hung on the walls and the pots above the fireplace. Even the small carriage clock, silver and brass with a oscillating mechanism inside, must be worth almost a years wages to the woman.

Emma joined her on the sofa quietly. She translated some of the lunchtime news for Lauren but it was largely unnecessary. Rioting had broken out in a town on the northernmost peninsula of San Falino. The reporter gave details of the lack of tortillas in the shops and the hoarding by some local distributors hoping to push the price up. Some townspeople had broken down the gates to one of the factories and the police had decided to remain on the sidelines. The graphic pictures told the whole story.

"The rioting would have been relatively minor" shouted the reporter above the din of the local traffic "had it not been for the death of a small boy under the wheels of a police car in the backstreets of the town. The boy was the son of a local activist and tempers spilled over into the streets this morning".

"Local branches of SF Inc. and Aziram Banking have closed indefinitely so that many people who are eligible for government assistance will not be able to cash their welfare cheques. Tempers are running high here and we may see Government troops out tonight to ensure that the town remains calm. Now back to the studio."

The anchorman in the studio reported unrest further west as a result of the death of the little boy. Trade Union activists had concluded that it was just another ploy to enable to Government to deploy troops on the streets and had called a wildcat strike for the remainder of the day. "As predicted last night, Nationalist leaders have begun talks with the Unions aimed at forming a coalition to fight the government oppression."

"That's scary, eh?" said Emma, shuffling along the sofa closer.

Lauren nodded distantly, still translating and assimilating the facts from the television news. She absently lifted her arm and let Emma slide underneath to rest her head on her shoulder and the back of the sofa.

"Anna said that she thought most of the Police had stayed in doors today. They were scared in case people thought they were on the side of the Government." said Emma.

"Hmm" said Lauren, still watching the pictures. As Emma's words sank in she realised that the rule of law had all but disappeared. If that was the case, she wondered if it was even safe to venture out in the car. It had seemed calm when they visited the doctor's but Lauren wondered how attuned she was to the mood of the local people. Perhaps that was why the woman had thanked her so profusely. She wondered about trying to contact Elizabeth and Gustav, but decided that they probably knew more than she did and would have called anyway if there had been grave trouble. She felt Emma nuzzle closer, squeezing her waist. Lauren thought hard for a few minutes but only concluded that if the Nationalists did band together and attack the south then she was almost sure to loose her lifestyle, air conditioning and job as they were forced to flee. Lauren's very own brand of logic and priority prevailed.

"Come on, you! Swim time!"

Emma looked at her aghast as Lauren stood and pulled her T-Shirt over her head, letting it fall to the floor of the lounge as she left the

room. Emma followed obediently, smiling as she rounded the corner of the patio to see Lauren hopping out of her bikini bottom and steeping slowly into the pool, naked.

"Come on!" shouted Lauren, "Get you clothes off. There's no rules anymore!" The early afternoon sun beat down on her bronzed body, amplifying the effect of the white tan line where her bikini normally would be. Lauren was suprised to see Emma's nervousness as she shed her own bikini and eventually dived in. She watched the young girl fly though the air above her, legs together, eyes closed, her young breasts taut and proud followed by a hint of blonde pubic hair and a flash of pink nail polish from her toes. Lauren decided that if they only had a couple of days of peace left then it would be spent packing and sunbathing, ridding herself of the remaining vestiges of the white, innocent purity that her tan line represented.

She swam in her own fashion across the width of the pool, feeling the novelty of the cool rush of the water over her pussy. The girls edged closer to one another, splashing and fooling around, their hair dripping wet, cooling their exposed shoulders. Lauren felt lust, pure and simple, an afternoon arousal that would be satisfied, somehow. It built deep inside her, emanating from between her legs, encouraged as she cupped her pussy and ran her fingers through her pubic hair. Emma noticed her activity and pushed off from the side of the pool on her back, her nipples above the water and her legs parted as she glided towards Lauren, sculling with her hands. Lauren reached out and supported her back, pulling her close, noticing a couple of freckles around her nose. Her left hand ran down towards her bottom, kneading the taught cheeks. Emma stretched backwards.

"Oh God, what a great day. So clear!" said Emma.

"Mmm, I'm going to finish off my sunbathing, war or no war." said Lauren as her thumb found the tight valley of her bottom.


Chapter 38

Emma squirmed. Lauren let go as she disappeared beneath the surface. Lauren watched her gracefully stroking under water,    heading for the shallow end. They stepped out of the pool, Lauren following Emma across to the loungers by the patio door. The little girl's buttocks twitched as she tip-toed on the hot flagstones, and Lauren had a hard job restraining her hands as Emma bent forward to move the seat into the sun, her pussy hairless, perfect, clean and inviting. Lauren lay down, feeling the warm drips squeezing through the plastic of the seat, her bottom criss-crossed and supported by the slippery strips. As the sun baked her, she reached back, stretching and purring, drip drying alongside her young charge.

"Lori?"

"What?"

"If there's a war, are you going to stay?"

Lauren could hear her heart beating in her chest, pounding the blood around her body, fortifying her. She screwed her eyes up against the sun, feeling the powerful rays against her shoulders and the tops of her thighs. Black and red shapes danced behind her eyelids, changing slowly, out of her control. Her pussy glowed, but without pain, perhaps, she thought, because there were still some drips of water hiding. Certainly she could feel the small, warm puddle that had collected between the plastic and her buttocks.

"Of course, sweety"

"Just for me?"

"You. And Jamie. Both of you." Lauren wondered if that was true. She really thought she would stay, considered that she may even be too late to leave. She had made no arrangements about getting a ticket home, and didn't even know where the local travel agents were in town. She thought of her parents, realising that they were probably beside themselves with concern. She sympathised, but she also knew that their suffering was partially self-inflicted, her mother putting two and two together to arrive at a negative number. Like the subject of Nikki. "I promise, I want to stay."

"Good!" shouted Emma, clapping her hands together. Jamie will be really pleased. Stay there!"

"Where are you going?"

"Stay there!" she repeated, entering the kitchen. Lauren relaxed, listening to the cicadas chirping incessantly. She parted her legs slightly, determined while she was alone to allow the sun as much time as possible to eradicate her tan line. She strained her head off the seat and looked down. There was a vivid line where her bikini had been, giving a brown, red, white transition down from her stomach to her pussy. She ran her fingers through her pubic hair, across her vagina and down to her anus. Warmth spread luxuriously around her fingers, the dampness of the seat cooling her flesh as she touched her thighs. A pop from inside the house solved the mystery of Emma's disappearance. Emma returned with a tray containing a bottle of white wine and two fluted crystal glasses.

"Hey, you're having only half a glass!" said Lauren, propping herself up on her elbow. She watched as Emma's looked along her body, dancing from her mouth to her breasts until finally mesmerized by her pussy. Lauren obligingly swung a leg off the lounger, parting her legs momentarily. The little waitress stood in front of her. Lauren wondered if Emma had intentionally held the tray at mid- thigh. She stared at her pussy between the bottle and the glasses, reaching slowly, entranced by the puffy lips and the youngest of hairs growing once again. She drank. They lay in silence broken only by Emma slurping her wine and the chink of glass as they refilled.

"Aren't you going to get burned?" asked Emma.

"Maybe, who cares? I've been all right so far."

"Yeah, but you should put some stuff on. Want me to do it?"

Lauren sat up and drained her glass in one swift movement. She smiled at Emma and rolled onto her stomach, facing the young girl, closing her eyes, expectantly. Emma slipped onto the flagstones and tipped a little lotion onto her fingers.

"Hey, you don't have any brastrap marks, you know." she observed as she rubbed her fingers over Lauren's shoulders. The lotion felt slippery, soothing and Lauren allowed herself a little peek at Emma, her nipples tantalisingly close. She reached out with her right hand and found her bottom, caressing it as Emma poured another dollop and massaged it over the small of her back and down along her legs. Lauren took hold of Emma's buttocks, squeezing in appreciation, feeling down to her thighs as the little girl parted her legs slightly.

Lauren raised her bottom slightly, concerned that her signals to Emma may have been missed. But her worries drifted off with the feint breeze as she felt the young fingers returning to the valley between her buttocks, tracing a slippery line down, pushing between the tight skin, over her anus. The fingers parted, taking a course either side of her vagina, tracing her labia and back around her clitoris. Again, the fingers disappeared to get more lotion, returning with their young delicacy, teasing Lauren to the point that she involuntarily squealed.

"Turn over" said Emma.

"Uh uh, I'm fine here" said Lauren, a little concerned about being naked outdoors and engaged in heavy petting with the thirteen- year-old beauty.

Emma continued her actions, circling her anus with a single finger while Lauren squirmed and groaned with increasing passion. Without thinking, Lauren succumbed to her ministrations and rolled over, her legs parting either side of the lounger so her feet rested on the ground. Emma slid down, resting her arm on Lauren's left thigh. More dribbles of lotion tickled her stomach, and deft fingers traced lines of pleasure southwards, through her pubic hair, around her clitoris and along her aroused labia. Lauren looked down, seeing the sun shining through Emma's angelic hair. She touched her lovingly, slipping a finger inside her warm mouth. Emma oiled her, taking her labia between thumb and forefinger, running along the length. She opened her legs wider, delighting in the feeling of the teenager's fingers as they neared her vagina.

"Oh, Emma! Oh my dear little girl!" said Lauren, lifting her bottom off the seat. "Stop, we must stop!"

"But, I want to do it for you!" Lauren exercised all her willpower and sat up, closing her legs. A look of astonishment shot across Emma's face. "Don't you like it?"

"Oh, Emma. Of course I do. But it's a bit, you know, public."

"Nobody's here"

"Yeah, but just in case. Later. I would love that." But the explanation didn't seem to convince Emma, who sat and watched Lauren as she lay back on the lounger. Lauren exhaled quietly, feeling the slipperiness of the suntan lotion on her pussy and between her buttocks. She thought of Nikki and her warnings, and decided that she had, after all, the inner strength to control her desires. Her thoughts continued with Switzerland, school, and her classmates that she might not see for many months. The train continued, and she slept.

Laughter woke her. She was unsure how long she had been asleep, but the warmth of the sun was just as strong, and she had a slight headache from the wine.

"Hey, you need more lotion, you'll burn." A man's voice. Lauren sat up, gazing into the sun, still half asleep.

"Jamie!" She moved to cover herself but realised that she had nothing to put on, and anyway, he must have seen everything already. She turned onto her side, draping her arm over her breasts. "Where have you been?"

"His new girlfriend!" said Emma. Lauren guessed they had both been in the pool together, naked. Their wet young bodies shone in    the brilliant sun, a wet trail visible from the shower by the deep end over to the loungers.

"I didn't know you had one" said Lauren, blocking the sun with her hand. His cock was half erect, bobbing occasionally. "Where does she live?"

"The other side of Boquette. I've only seen her twice." he replied, trying to cover his penis with his hand.

"Three times! And she won't let him do it!" said Emma.

"Emma!" shouted Lauren and Jamie simultaneously. The little girl plumped down on the lounger opposite Lauren, her legs together, hair damp and matted against her face and shoulders. Jamie stood between them. Lauren couldn't determine in the blinding light whether he was embarrassed or not about exposing himself to her. One thing was certain. He had always covered himself up in her presence after showering, and this seemed to be the first time he had failed to pull a towel around him.

"Is she nice?" asked Lauren, pumping him for information.

"She works down at the Post Office." he replied.

"Yeah, she's quite pretty" offered Emma. "Guess it's magazine time, eh?" she said, giggling at her brother.

"Don't be stupid. I can wait!" he said.

"You've got magazines? Do your parents know?" asked Lauren, mildly surprised.

"Want to see them?" he asked.

Lauren was startled, knowing where this was suddenly leading. Emma ran off into the house before Lauren could reply and emerged less than a minute later with three or four glossy magazines. She dumped them between the seats and grinned wickedly at her brother. Nobody moved, staring intently at the cover of the top magazine. Two women, girls really, were on a bed with a young man, slightly older than Jamie. The man and one of the girls were kissing while the other had his cock in her mouth. Lauren felt herself stirring deep in her stomach. She thought about confiscating the magazines and taking them back to her room, but knew that Jamie would soon rummage around and find them. She looked up at him, hoping he would make the next move. His cock had pushed through his fingers and he made no attempt to conceal his hardness. The bulbous head was exposed, the skin rolled back down his length. His balls hung loosely beneath him.

Emma leaned down and picked up the magazine underneath. From her expression Lauren knew she had not seen them before and only seemed to know where Jamie hid them. She leaned back, her hair drying in the sun, the blondeness returning. She brought her left leg up while her right lay flat on the lounger, giving Lauren a view of the slightest pubic hair over her sweet mound.

"Where did you get these?" asked Lauren, studying a picture of an underage girl and boy. The strength of her need for orgasm was growing, almost reaching the point where she would have to go to her room and find her trusty brush.

"In Boquette. It's not obvious that they sell this stuff from the outside, it looks like a tool shop. But they've got them out the back. And a few videos but mainly magazines."

"Take this stuff inside. I don't want the neighbours to see us like this. Your parents would go wild!" To her relief, Jamie and Emma did as she said. Lauren followed them into the kitchen where she dumped her magazine before making coffee. The children sat together, still giggling. Lauren looked on, measuring her authority, feeling it ebb away as they moved closer. Emma touched his leg, smoothing the young hairs with her hand as she looked at the pictures. Lauren noticed her nipples, strong, pert, delightful, crowning her young breasts. She suddenly realised that they were    all naked, and while it had seemed almost acceptable by the pool, it was not in the house. Her two charges didn't bat an eyelid as she found the sugar, reaching up to get the cups down from the cupboard. Lauren slyly felt between her legs. Very damp, slippery. She glanced at Emma who looked up, grinned and returned to the pictures.

They stared at a full page photo of an erect cum-covered cock, just positioned at the entrance to a girl's vagina. The inner lips were flared, glistening between her swollen labia. She had no hair at all, and cum dribbled from her. "Good God!" shrieked Lauren as she looked over Jamie's shoulder. Jamie turned to her, his eyes finding her pussy. Lauren felt her stomach churn in anticipation as she belatedly covered herself.

"What?"

"It's just....I don't know, so, er, explicit." she said as her nipples announced their willingness to come out and play.

"Is that what you wanted to do to your girlfriend?" asked Emma, her hand perilously close to his cock.

"Of course!"

"What else?" asked Emma. Lauren watched them, conspirators, acting out a centuries old sequence that was hereditary rather than the result of an education.

"What?" replied Jamie, pretending a lack of understanding.

"That's enough of that!" said Lauren sternly. "If you want to play with yourself then please go to your bedroom." She stood to the side of him, glaring. Jamie reached out and touched her thigh. Lauren panicked, her heart pounding as she weighed up her course of action.

"What are you doing?" she asked, convincing herself that she was stalling for time.

"You're so much prettier than the girls in the mags."

"Don't be stupid! This is absolutely wrong!" she said, moving away from his touch.

"Oh Lori, you are!" said Emma, smiling so warmly that Lauren felt a glow over her body. "Your breasts are wonderful, better than her, look!" she said, pointing to a young girl having sex with a man in the shower. "And your pussy, I love the way your hair doesn't cover up the lips."

"Emma! Jamie! This has gone far enough. Off to your bedroom, you, if you want to play with yourself! Now!"    Jamie stood, his cock hard, heavy, erect and very much alive. Lauren opened her mouth as though measuring, preparing. But he shuffled out of the room, taking his magazines with him. The two girls sat in silence, speaking only when the sound of his door shutting echoed down the marble hallway.

"Emma, this is getting out of hand. This is very much against the law."

"But it's like Jamie said, and Felix. There's no law anymore. The police have gone. Mum and Dad are away. And you're, well...."

"I'm supposed to look after you both!"

"But..." Emma struggled. "But, look! We're sitting here, in the kitchen, with nothing on! We can do anything we like. We could run away and you wouldn't know what to do. But we don't, because we like you. You're the best au pair we've ever had." Emma brought her legs up, resting her head on her knees. Lauren sat, deliberately positioning the chair so she could see the young girl's labia. The familiar surge pumped through her pussy as she held out her arms to Emma. The little girl shot across to her, sitting on her lap and snuggling into her shoulder.

"I'm not very good at this au pair stuff, am I?"

"You're wonderful. You teach me so many things!"

"But not the right things"

"I'll need them one day!" replied Emma, pecking her lips over Lauren's neck. Lauren shuddered, moving her legs slightly to get more comfortable before touching the girl's breast and returning her kiss, lovingly, moving slowly towards her lips. They kissed longingly, Lauren realising how important the little girl was to her, how young her body felt and how responsive she was to touch and suggestion. Her hand found her pussy, the lips wet, inviting, opening as she parted her legs, pushing her thighs apart before running her hand under her bottom and cupping her pussy.

Emma's tongue found Lauren's, swirling in her mouth, flicking as she also touched Lauren's breasts. Lauren leaned back, her neck muscles stretching as she encouraged her. They kissed, lost in the wonderful world of their sensuous touch.

"Shh!" commanded Emma, breaking away from the embrace. Lauren pulled her hand from underneath Emma.

"What?"

Jamie entered. Lauren froze, petrified at what he might think. "Jeeze!" was all he could say.

"We're talking!" blurted Lauren. She noted that he still had an enormous erection, bobbing from side to side as he walked. He    stopped in front of them as though examining then for any tell-tales signs of wrong-doing. Emma looked at Lauren and giggled.

"Jamie, go and get some clothes on. Emma, you behave!" She shook, anger boiling inside her.

Slowly, with the movements of an old man, he shuffled out of the kitchen. Emma lay her head once again on Lauren's shoulder, dismayed, peeved at the outcome, unmoved by Lauren's rage. Slowly, she touched her breast, toying with her darkened nipple, feeling the heavy shape with her young fingers. Emma looked up into Lauren's eyes, then down to her lips. She strained forward, her tongue leading the way.

"Sweety, not now" said Lauren with all her remaining willpower. She could feel tears welling up, clouding her vision.

"I want to love you"

"We can't let your brother know everything. Just in case" she said, wiping her eyes. Tears trickled down her cheeks. She wiped again, raising a smile at her emotions.

"Can I come and see you tonight?"

"We'll see." At the sound of Jamie returning, they separated, Emma pouting as she left the room. Snapping out of her daze, Lauren covered her pussy with her hands and slipped along the hallway to her room, shutting the door silently as her mind replayed the afternoon's events. As she returned to the point where Emma had shamelessly encouraged her brother's cock into full erection, she cried, tears soaking into the pillow. Once again, her morals and ability to restrain her urges had failed. She knew that she had found the whole event moving, charming, seeing a brother and sister together in an act of love. She desperately tried to feel revulsion, tried to turn her anger at them into a force she could use in the future, but it had no effect. As her sobbing continued, she seriously thought that there must be something wrong with her, some sickness that needed constant feeding.


Chapter 39

The world was quiet as Lauren woke, surveying the darkened room before slipping quietly out of bed. Naked, she sat on the toilet in her bathroom and wondered what she would do that day. Too many of her days took the same form: Breakfast, swim, shower, get dressed. Take Emma, maybe Jamie down to Boquette, buy something they don't really need. Maybe visit the supermarket. Maybe have lunch in the square. Back home for a snooze, swim, tea, watch the news.

Lauren found her bikini bottoms, pulled them on along with a short T-Shirt and wandered into the kitchen. She had a feeling, after glances between the cleaning staff the day before, that they wouldn't be coming that day. Or any day in the near future. She scratched, annoyed with the stickiness of her T-Shirt, the heat that had already built up in the kitchen, and the need to swim. It was seven-thirty. Even if the cleaners did arrive, there were not due for at least an hour. She tidied up quickly, finding two letters that had been neatly placed on the worktop beside the oven, both addressed to her. One was obviously from her mother - no knickers or cardigans this time - and the other appeared to be from the bank. Lauren took her coffee and letters out onto the patio and sat on the lounger, watching the still water, the birds pecking around the small rock borders and the bright flowers in the garden that led to the stables.

Her mother's letter talked again about the problem of her schoolfriends, and Lauren knew, reading between the lines, that her mother was unhappy. Still defending her and her decisions but clearly bearing some of the brunt of local gossip. Contained, in 'Gisal family code' were her concerns about Lauren and her ability to look after the children properly. Lauren stopped reading, a lump in her throat. She wondered if Nikki had said something when she had returned, whether she let slip about the screams of delight that she had heard that night. Lauren thought it was very unlikely, continuing to read, imagining her mother, crouched over the dining room table at home, writing, shaking her head, tut-tutting as she related the news.

Lauren brushed a tear from her eyes, sniffing loudly as she dropped the letter to the ground. Part of her wanted to call her mother right away, shout and scream about the unfairness of it all. The other part wondered why she had to do anything. She was over eighteen, an adult, making her own choices in life. The incidents with Emma were not her fault, she had been pressured into them. Her reasoning continued as she re-read the letter, her mind finding myriad excuses for her excesses, her pleasures. She had been teaching them, dammit! They had fun. It was Emma that came into her room that night, anyway, who slipped into her bed. What was she supposed to do? Her anger boiled inside her. She threw the letter into the air and grabbed the other, ripping it open so that she had to piece the contents back together. It is debatable which letter stunned her the most.

The bank statement showed the account that had been set up for the house management by Elizabeth. There was a balance on the account of the equivalent of two hundred thousand Swiss francs - about a hundred and forty thousand US dollars. The previous balance had been only three hundred dollars. She saw that the account had been credited only three or four days ago by post. She carefully put the statement back in the envelope and lay back on the lounger, wondering what she was meant to do with all the money, and how much trouble was brewing that needed that sort of some to help them survive.

Romantic notions faded after several minutes, and she concluded she would wait for Elizabeth to talk to her. Standing up, she pulled off the T-Shirt and dropped it on the lounger. She walked across to the pool and dipped a toe in the water, judging it to be perfect. She glanced around, saw nobody, and slipped her bikini off before carefully descending the steps into the shallow end of the pool. The water lapped at her legs, then up around her thighs, finally finding her pussy as she pushed off from the last step and swam cautiously to the edge.

Slowly, the household stirred, ambling into life. No school, no private tutor. No duties, no responsibilities except the children. Perhaps they needed a war, just a small one, to unite them in purpose. Lunch and pool followed breakfast and pool. A siesta in the lounge followed lunch and their daily dose of national news.

The phone startled Lauren and she was delighted to learn that Felix had decided to leave work early and would be with her in less than ten minutes. She thought briefly about running to her bedroom to change from her bikini but thought better of it and wandered out to make sure there were enough chairs by the patio. Emma made no attempt to cover herself and continued to lay on her stomach reading. Lauren knew that a few weeks earlier she would have insisted that Emma wear her bikini top, but now Lauren had no energy to insist on petty rules and regulations, and, she thought, it was debatable whether Emma would take much notice anyway.

Lauren looked at her, the slender form of the young girl stretched out at the mercy of the sun. She was engrossed in her book, unaware that Lauren followed the tanned line of her neck, down over her shoulders and round her small breasts. A tremor ran through her as she recalled their firmness and the delight she had experienced as she took the nipples in her mouth. Lauren pressed herself harder against the lounger, rubbing the thin cloth of her bikini against her pussy.

True to his word, Felix arrived moments later, smiling at both girls before kneeling between them. He kissed Lauren, pulling her towards him as his hands ran over her buttocks. She turned onto her side, pleased that he took the opportunity to press the tanned mound of her breast with his hand as he again kissed her. Emma watched intently, missing nothing as they held each other close.

"Let's grab a cold drink, eh?" suggested Lauren as she swung off the seat. They walked together into the kitchen and Felix pulled two lemonades from the fridge while Lauren dried glasses at the sink. He shuffled up behind her and pulled her back against him. Lauren shrieked loudly as she felt something rock hard digging into her back.

"Jeeze, what's down there?" she said, smiling into his eyes at her forwardness.

"You'll have to find out!"

Lauren ran her hand over the front of his trousers and felt the rigidity of whatever was down there. "Is that you?" she asked, wide-eyed.

Felix shook his head. "Nope, but it is for you. Take a look!"

Lauren looked quickly towards the kitchen door, and satisfied that Emma was still on the patio, unzipped him. Whatever was there was inside his underpants. She flicked the button to his trousers and reached inside. She knew instantly what it was.

"What do you need one of those for?" she asked.

"For you!"

"Why me?"

"Remember what was so painful?" Lauren did indeed recall. "This'll help" he said. He pulled it from his underpants and pushed it gently down her bikini bottoms, laughing as he pinged the elastic waist back in place.

"What's all the laughter?" said Emma. Lauren shot a glance over Felix's shoulder. Emma stood framed in the doorway, a cream coloured silk sarong tied around her waist, a towel hung round her neck, just hiding her breasts. The afternoon light showed the shape of her parted legs and mound. Lauren knew if she had been alone she would have had the towel off before you could say 'bedtime, young lady'. Felix turned to soak up the view as well, affording Emma a view of his unbuttoned trousers.

"Felix!" she hissed, looking back at her open-mouthed boyfriend. "Come on, my room!" Lauren maneuvered him so that her bikini and his trousers gave away as little as possible, then sidled out of the kitchen.

As she walked towards her room she realised that he was absolutely right. She did want to try it again, to find out if she was somehow physically incapable of having anal sex, or if she could, whether she enjoyed it. Slowly, the thought dawned on her that he had possibly taken time off work just so that they could experiment. She closed the door behind them and tugged his shirt with her free hand, pulling him back towards her. She kissed him lightly on the mouth as she felt him swaying closer, his groin hard against her bikini.

His hands found her breasts and even though they shuffled awkwardly towards her bed, her bikini top was on the floor before she felt the cool sheets against her thighs. She giggled as she fell back, watching him drop his shirt on the floor. Discretely, he removed the vibrator from her bikini, laid it on the bed for later use and proceeded to kiss her, leisurely. Although Lauren was pleased to see him in the afternoon, she still had concerns about his intentions. She remembered talking about trying again, but hadn't really expected him to do anything about it. It was more like one of those things that are said during the height of passion, not chapter two in anal sex. She returned his kisses with passion, feeling his arms around her back as her breasts pushed against his chest.

"Wait!" she commanded, coming up for air after some minutes. "Stand over by the bed."

"Do what?" he said, pausing briefly from kissing the inside of her thighs.

"Stand over there! Take down your trousers!" If she was going to be naked with something stuffed inside her then he was also going to get his share.

"Yes ma'am!" he replied, half saluting as his trousers dropped to the floor.

"Your underpants are wet. Why?"

"Er, not sure."

"Take your underpants down, just a bit." said Lauren, shifting onto her side. She brought her leg up so that he could see the shape of her pussy beneath her bikini bottom. His eyes fixed between her legs. She looked him over, up and down, noting the strong legs, the bulge between, and the little-boy look on his face; part of him wasn't really enjoying this and she could see that he hadn't really pulled his pants down very far. "Good. On your knees, play with yourself". She thought, for no good reason, about her parents, wondering if they ever progressed beyond simple intercourse. Felix's cock peeked out as his hand moved up and down within his pants. She smiled, touching her nipples. She waited almost a minute before issuing her next command. "Come here."

Felix moved quickly, no doubt keen to reduce the distance between them and return to the previous intimacy. Lauren stopped him at the foot of the bed and felt his form. She pulled at his pants, allowing the head of his cock to spring into the open. A sheen of fluid had already found freedom. She cupped his balls, feeling their swollen yet mobile shape. As she gripped harder, he exhaled just as the foreskin peeled back and revealed the purple knob. Lauren leaned forward and licked the very tip of him, delighted as his weapon pinged up into the air in response. He tasted of nothing, so she ventured further, forming an 'O' with her mouth and taking in almost an inch. She swirled her tongue round the end of him, just as she had seen in films, totally unsure if she was having any effect whatsoever. She took him deeper, making him squeal only once. Lauren thought it could have been in pleasure but almost certainly was a result of her teeth biting into him. Deciding partly that she really didn't want him to come in her mouth but mainly that she needed a lot of practice, she slid onto her back, pulling him with her.

Felix lay down, his cock rigid against her leg, and felt the firm roundness of her buttocks. They kissed longingly, Lauren reciprocating with unusual fervor, so pleased that she had tried something and delighted that she hadn't bitten off any part of him.

She felt his fingers tracing round from the back of her bikini to her hip and down towards her pussy. She knew she was wet and could imagine how she would feel when he reached her little pleasure spot. She moved her left leg across the bed, allowing him room to cup her pussy beneath her bikini. Lauren wondered if the way she touched him had the same effect as he did as his fingers lay along the rich valley between her labia.

His kissing rose in its passion, his tongue deep inside her mouth. Lauren reached down and took hold of his cock, gripping it tightly in her right hand, pushing and pulling the skin back and forth until she felt it pulse. Felix slipped lower, kissing her breasts as he worked his way down over her stomach and sought the treasures under her bikini with his tongue. His hand slipped under her, pulling so her back arched, breasts high in the air. She closed her eyes, savouring the man's attention. Her legs were now wide, her pussy throbbing in expectation of the attention from his tongue that now flicked along her labia.

He pulled her bikini down to her knees and dived onto her pubic hair, taking as much of her mound as he could into his mouth. She grabbed his head and pushed him hard down between her legs, raising her bottom slightly as his tongue circled her vagina, darting occasionally to her anus as though to remind her of the afternoon's business. To her dismay, though, just as she knew that orgasm was almost guaranteed, he slowed his pace, giving greater attention to her anus, pushing the little opening with a finger, spreading the juices from her vagina down to meet him. Lauren gripped the back of her legs and pulled, slowly raising herself as his finger disappeared inside. That was the feeling, she thought, that she needed, the obscenity of it making her insides tremble.

His tongue returned to her labia while his finger remained deep inside. He teased her pussy, bringing back the thoughts of orgasm that had been missing for several minutes, but once again he was not going to permit it, removing his finger from her anus slowly, tormenting her as he circled her hole with his slippery fingers. She groaned, shifting slightly under the bed as though spurring him on to the next activity, the next step towards satisfaction. He push his thumb against her tight hole, continuing as the ring gave way and allowed him to slip deep inside.

"Oh God!" moaned Lauren, pulling back harder on her legs. She could feel her anus pulsing around him, the joy bubbling inside her pussy that was going to explode if he would only let it. He continued to lick her pussy, now moving up to her clitoris, flicking the small hood away to reveal the little almond center of her sex. Once again he withdrew, slipping off the bed and hurrying towards the bathroom.    "Oil time!" he said quietly, disappearing round the corner.

Lauren relaxed her legs slightly, amused but excited that her bikini bottoms still remained at her knees. Conscious of her exposed state, she pulled them higher, covering the delicate folds of her wet pussy but allowing the sight of her dark pubic hair and the soft cleft of the top of her labia to remain uncovered. She slipped a finger down through her bikini, around her anus and brought it quickly back her to nostrils. She smelled nothing, but wiped it on the sheets regardless.

"Hey, gorgeous!" he whispered as he entered the room. She turned to see his stiff cock bobbing proudly in front of him, the white vibrator in his right hand. She reached out and took the device, feeling its weight as he sank beside her on the bed. The rounded end was shaped like a cock, a bulbous head with a deep slit that then tapered slightly. Mock veins corrugated its length. Lauren concluded it was thick enough to inflict pain if she didn't take it slowly. She tried without success to judge whether she could accommodate it, or whether she would have to give up once again in disappointment.

It was five, six, maybe seven inches in length; the other end had a bulge which looked like it could have represented balls if a bit more work had been done. Nevertheless, Lauren realised that it was probably there to stop the whole thing disappearing inside. 'Explain that one to the doctor', she thought. She lay back down, handing it back to him as he flicked the lid of the oil. Her gaze was torn between him dripping oil along the length of the device and the arrogant throbbing of his cock. Eventually, she sighed and waited, praying for either. Chapter 40

She felt the blunt end of the vibrator running over the material of her bikini following the lips of her pussy. She still thought it was about the size of him but there was no elasticity at all. Her fear returned as he shuffled around between her legs, pulled the bikini bottom down her legs slightly and then pulled the material to one side. He placed the great tool at the entrance to her pussy before pushing slowly. It entered her with some difficulty, its width pushing her lips apart as it disappeared between her constrained legs.

"Oh wow, that's so good" she said with relief, bringing her legs back once again towards her breasts. Felix manipulated it slowly, pushing it deep inside her, turning it and then pulling it almost all the way.

"Want to try?" he asked, kneeling upright beside her.

Lauren smiled, closed her eyes, reached down and gripped the rounded end tightly, ensuring she didn't twist the end and turn it on. Summoning a little courage, she pushed it in, inhaling sharply as it slid hard against the top of her vagina. Through her eyelids she could see him, his cock in his hand, stroking himself slowly in time with her own movements. She removed it from her pussy, anxious to get on with the real purpose of the afternoon, and handed it back to him. It glistened. Felix positioned himself once again between her legs while she pulled her knickers up again, covering her pussy and anus to some extent from his view and preserving the very last of her modesty. She felt the hardness of the vibrator against her anus and pushed her hand through the bikini to both guide it and be ready to stop him if the pain became too intense.

"Push against it, open yourself." he said, pushing gently against her opening. Lauren gripped the plastic rod, ensuring that it rested against her tight brown hole as evenly as possible. The heat, from where she had no idea, began to build again as the muscles slowly resisted the intrusion. She threw her head back hard against the white pillow, inhaling loudly as the bulbous head pushed the muscles apart, opening her. She lunged out, grabbing his leg in protest as he withdrew it. Once again dripping in oil, the tool traced around her puckered opening, causing ripples of pleasure to resist its entry.

Lauren felt it pass the previous point and longed for the sign that she had stretched enough to accommodate its width. But still it entered deeper and deeper inside her as she felt it slowly slip though her fingers. The density and resistance of the tool frightened her, unyielding, unforgiving in its journey. It pushed her apart, opening her to such an extent that she thought she might be bleeding from torn skin or muscles.

"Oh, please. Slowly, really slowly" she said, trailing off in agony as he again withdrew and started again. Remembering his words, she pushed against him, her anus flowering, accommodating, trying desperately to reduce the searing pain.

"That's it. It's going in. The head's almost all in!" Lauren didn't acknowledge him. She simply pulled back with all her strength on her legs, raising her bottom higher into the air. She whimpered, a look of fright on her face as she moved frantically against the tool, trying in any way possible to reduce the pain and risk of injury. Suddenly, it entered almost freely. She yelped, half from the agony and half from the triumphant knowledge that the searing pain would not get any worse. Lauren felt it go deeper, knowing for sure that he had entered her with all the width. She pushed, exercising her muscles as though she wanted to go to the toilet. "Yes, good girl, it's gone in easily. Just don't relax quite yet."

Lauren locked her elbows behind her knees and let go of the vibrator, spreading her fingers around her anus and pulling at the taut globes of her buttocks, opening herself as far as possible to allow passage. Again, he withdrew the tool, making her squeal as it popped out the last inch.

"Oh, yes!" she gasped as she felt the cold air against her anus. She gripped his hand, steadying him in case he had any thoughts of going somewhere else.

"Did that feel good?"

A dull pain emanated from her groin. Lauren simply nodded, readying herself, pushing her muscles to open her passagewayfor the next push. It came almost immediately, Felix pushing while using his other hand to spread her pussy lips apart, toying with her vagina. He pushed the vibrator deep into her, scaring Lauren until she felt down between her legs and found at least two inches still to go.

"Bring your legs down" he said, lying alongside her as she stretched out. He bent her knees slightly and caressed her bottom, cupping the end of the vibrator to stop it coming out. She sniffed, pleasure bubbling through her, washing over the pain and embarrassment such that she laughed with the intensity of the feeling. She reached between her knees and took hold of his cock. A dribble of cum had made its way to the surface and she spread it around carefully. They kissed, Lauren stretching out noisily in celebration of the deep feeling inside her and the pleasure of accommodating the big tool. Felix took her breasts in his hands and kissed her nipples, sending tiny electrical signals through her body, waking her neglected breasts as he ventured up to kiss her neck. She giggled at the intensely sensuous flick of his tongue around her ears, pulling him close as her tongue explored his neck. He turned her onto her side, reducing the pressure from the bed on the tool, then held her tight, squeezing her, maximising the feeling that brewed in her soul.

"Turn over, on your hands and knees. Here, I'll help you!" he said, gripping her around the stomach and twisting her over. She nestled into the warm depth of the pillow, allowing her bottom to push up towards the ceiling. She knew that she must look completely obscene, bikini at her knees and a greasy pole protruding from her bottom. She clutched her breasts, pawing them crudely as he pushed again, twisting it occasionally to maximise the intense pleasure that now started to build inside her. Sensing her encouragement, he slid it slowly in and out, pushing and pulling in time with her grunts and movement.

"That's enough for today." he said, cupping her pussy.

"No. Oh, for God's sake, Felix! Oh, please, let me come!"

"I will, but push the vibrator out. Raise your bottom right up high."

"What?"

"Push, push it out!"

Lauren tensed her muscles and did as instructed, shrieking with pleasure as the last two inches slipped out. She collapsed onto the bed, laying sideways, feeling the heat between her legs, the flush of embarrassment in her cheeks and the urge to go to the toilet building deep in her bowels. He lay beside her, almost consoling her like a young child, touching her breast carefully as though it might cause her pain. She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, feeling his slippery fingers sliding up to her face. Her tongue slid gently into his mouth, exploring, twisting with his as they pulled each other deeper into the embrace. Her legs twisted round his, a knee pressing hard against his balls, pushing his cock up to meet her inquisitive hand. The skin had already peeled way back down his shaft and she tugged it, pulling with her finger and thumb until it almost covered the angry red knob.

She pushed it down, hard against the angle it settled at naturally, and allowed the shiny end to rest against the entrance to her vagina. Felix moved over her, balancing on one hand as he parted her legs and prepared to enter her. He looked down, watching as part of him disappeared inside. Lauren strained to see, most of her view blocked by her breasts and his body. Realising her trouble he gripped her head and pulled her up, moving so that she could see each stroke and the length of his cock as it plunged steadily into her. She sighed contentedly as she flopped back onto the bed, bringing her legs up against his ribs, then locking her ankles behind his back. As he entered again, she pulled him tight into her, squirming under him, pulling him so that his groin rubbed against her clitoris.

Felix copied her movements, moving inside her, in and out, round and round, his hands finding her buttocks and pulling her up tighter into him. He rested momentarily, giving Lauren time to push him over on his side, then straddle him. She stared down, pleased with the fluency of her movement and the new position. She smiled, noting that she was compensating for her presumed lack of experience by some rapid learning. Glancing down, she lifted herself slowly in the air, marveling as his cock emerged from her pussy. She lowered herself onto him, watching as his shaft entered her, matching the feeling from her vagina of total occupation against the walls and the nudge against the entrance to her womb.

Once again, Lauren ground away on him, her clitoris sending warning shots of pleasure through her hot body. Her knees gripped his ribs as she increased her stroke, careful to ensure that he remained inside her but trying to judge just how far she could rise up before crashing down in another erotic stroke. The force of her approaching orgasm built again, the walls of her vagina rippling with pleasure and anticipation of even greater things to come. She felt Felix's cock pulsing inside her.

"I'm coming. Oh Lori..." She pounded up and down on him, knowing full well that when he came, the sheer heat and extra width of his cock would send her over the edge.

"Yes, come on. Inside me. I want all of it!" she moaned, uncaring whether anyone else in the house could hear. Then with a grunt, he pushed up into her as deeply as possible, raising his buttocks off the sheets as spurt after spurt of cum shot into her vagina. Lauren shuddered, climaxing silently as she buried her head in the pillow beside him.

Felix shuddered continually as Lauren rose and fell, each heart-beat gripping his cock, squeezing spurt after spurt of cum from his balls. Without warning, she felt his fingers pulling her buttocks apart while still guiding and helping her to maintain her rhythm. His fingers slithered towards her hot hole, circling madly around the entrance before plunging straight into her. Deep, searing heat melted into another wave of pleasure as he continued to pump away, and she thought they would continue forever until she simply had to laugh at the sheer pleasure of the moment and the tell-tale noise coming from the bedsprings.

She rested quietly, feeling him continue to pump into her, his buttocks rising and falling as further spurts filled her inside. He too slowed after almost a minute, gripping her lovingly, touching her breasts as they squashed against his chest. Lauren looked up, rising so that she sat on his still hard cock. Gently, she slid forward to sit on his chest, her knees resting against his head, her pussy inches from his face.

She looked down between her legs. "Now see what you've done to me!" she said, laughing. Cum dribbled out of her vagina, the white translucent liquid smeared over her pubic hair, dripping over her clitoris and pooling where her anus met his chest.

They rested quietly for many minutes, caressing each other, sharing unspoken intimacies with the touch of fingers and heat of their bodies. However, true to form, Felix made his excuses and dressed quickly, visiting the bathroom for almost ten minutes before returning to her room.

He approached the bed. "Hey, have a little sleep!" he said, tucking her up and fluffing the pillow.

"What about your 'thing'?" she said coyly.

"Look after it for me"

"Great, so where am I going to keep that?"

He slid his hand under the sheets and patted around until he found the vibrator. To Lauren's astonishment, he rolled her very gently onto her side and lifted her left leg. Carefully, he pushed the weapon down between the soaking valley of her pussy and against her anus, pushing it inside her with little hesitation. Lauren almost flew back against the pillow, banging her head against the headboard.

"Oh Jeeze, Felix" she said, her face screwed in pain.

"Lori, you love it, don't you?" he said, turning her onto her back.

She nodded, eyes still closed, reveling in the aftermath of the pain and the advent of the deep sense of pleasure that pervaded.

"Sleep. When you're alone tonight, try it again. In fact, try turning it on!"  

"Mmm" she said, drifting contentedly as he quietly shut the door behind him. Lauren thought she did sleep, maybe for only five or ten minutes. But when she woke she knew the vibrator was still in place, deep inside her anus between her long tanned legs. Feeling the stickiness in her pubic hair and around the tops of her thighs, she moved against the sheets, back and forth, wiping herself. Concerned, rather belatedly, about messing up the sheets, she leaned out of her bed and grabbed her T-Shirt from the floor. Flat on her back again, she held one corner and pulled it between her legs, delighting in the feeling as the soft cotton caressed her thighs and pussy.

She swung her legs off the bed slowly, wondering where and how to take out the implement to the maximum effect. Naked, she walked through to her lounge, knelt on the sofa with her back to the television and looked down between her legs. She couldn't see the plastic bulge but knew full well that it was there. Flexing her muscles, she rested her head on the sofa cushions and gripped the cheeks of her bottom. Relaxing her muscles, she pushed gently, slowly expelling the vibrator, laughing coarsely as it tumbled to the floor.

"Dirty bitch" she said, louder than she had intended. She picked it up with one hand while the other gripped her buttocks as though trying hard to keep the pleasure confined within. A mental inventory of her feelings concluded that she felt randy, in need of orgasm and only partially satisfied with Felix's efforts that afternoon. In consideration of her education though, she felt it had been a very useful time, especially as she had surprised herself with her willingness to participate in his activities. However, she dearly needed experience in cock sucking, that was clear.

She showered, hiding the vibrator - after confirming she knew how to turn it on and off - in her medicine cabinet. Her thoughts returned to her sexual education and recent progress.

Lauren dropped the towel on the floor of her bedroom and stood naked in front of her drawers. She looked down, surveying objectively the sight below. Her breasts were still her best feature, she thought. She felt her stomach, the muscles dormant and uninterested in shaping her figure. But at least her stomach was flat, she thought. The beginning of her pubic hair showed where her stomach gave way to the softness of her mound, disappearing out of sight between her long brown legs. She leaned forward, admiring their colour to such an extent that she wandered back into her bathroom and stood in front of the full-length mirror behind the door. Her gaze fixed between her legs, the slightly puffy labia parted to reveal the delicacy of her inner lips. She placed her hands on her hips, dipping to one side, pouting in the mirror before smiling to herself at her reflection. She wondered briefly if she should trim her pubic hair. Shave it off for summer. Perhaps that was something she would have in store for Felix. Maybe even let him do it.

Less than thirty minutes ago, she realised that a man had forced a sex aid inside her anus. Then he had made love to her, pumping her full yet again of his cum until her young pussy could accommodate no more. No traces of him remained after her shower, but the thought of their passion aroused her again. Her fingers gently traced her pussy lips, feeling both labia gently, simulating his touch. Her lips were dry, but the action of her fingers caused sexual adrenaline to suggest to her that help was on the way. Lauren placed her right foot on the side of the bath and watched herself in the mirror.

She shook her head slightly, wondering why she had the almost constant need for gratification. It had concerned her recently. Nikki's words kept echoing in her mind, reminding her that she would get into trouble if she wasn't careful, especially with the two children, her position of responsibility and the fact that she was a foreigner. She sat on the edge of the bath, legs together and folded her arms. Her mother would be horrified if she knew that the concerns that she had expressed on the phone and in letters were reality and her daughter had even exceeded her worst imagination on occasions.

She looked again in the mirror, the dark triangle of curly hair just visible as she crossed her legs. Her hair fell over her shoulders, two inches longer and several shades lighter than when she had left Switzerland - the sun had done that for her. Perhaps she should get it cut, really short. Something dramatic now that she was away from home and there were only a few people to stare.

With her hands on her hips, she twisted, contemplating her reflection. She didn't think she had put any weight on, a testament to the pasta and vegetable diet that had replaced her Swiss stodge. Her breasts were the same size, and the skin felt firm, taut and healthy to her touch. She still wasn't beautiful though. Yes, she thought, healthy was a good word to describe her appearance. 'Au naturel', developed, almost athletic. She was 'almost' all sorts of things, she concluded, as her train of thought meandered through her mind. Almost a lesbian, but not quite. Almost in love with Felix. Almost satisfied by her afternoon's sex. Almost brown all over. Almost ready for tea. She stood, the thin pubic hair of her labia covering her vagina, sealing any further notions of arousal for the present as hunger prevailed.

Some form of evening dress was required, she felt, as she once again stood in front of her drawers. Notions of grandeur were replaced within seconds by a thigh length T- Shirt. Knickers were forsaken on the excuse that she was only going to make tea and have a glass or two of wine before bed. She was tired but the thought process continued. She again considered her involvement with Emma, concluding yet again that it was she who was forced to make love to her, tempted beyond endurance by the young girl. Lauren saw no harm in the activity. Girls of Emma's age often have crushes on older girls, become involved, experiment and then turn their attentions to boys. And if Emma hadn't done anything with her, it would have been someone else. Someone much less understanding, which would definitely have caused problems. Regardless of the reasoning in her mind, her past actions dwelt heavily on her conscience, worrying her to a such an extent that she argued out loud occasionally as she lay on her bed until base instincts took over and she headed for food and drink.


Chapter 41

Less than forty-eight hours later, the whole country seemed to  disintegrate. The government's regional commander in the north  had rounded up a small number of reactionaries, and had intended,  so the official line went, to bring them to trial. The suspects had  been shackled and loaded into a truck for transportation south, and  eventual questioning. 

News reports suggested that the truck had encountered problems  on the journey, losing braking power as it descended into a valley.  The driver and his mate had leaped from the truck just in time to  watch it fly though a crash barrier and roll down the hillside. To  add insult to injury, pictures showed that the truck only fell about  thirty feet, but rescue workers had taken six hours to get to the  vehicle, by which time many of the injured had bled to death. Only  two survived out of the original twenty-eight. Rioting broke out  before the end of the evening newscast. Rebels bombed several  police stations in what appeared to be well-rehearsed set pieces.  Reports circulated of government troops deserting to the  Nationalists as a result of terror and lack of wages. Lauren  conferred with Elizabeth and Gustav and it was decided that the  children would leave, cross the border and fly to Switzerland from  Venezuela.

It was Emma who heard the vans first. Huge pre-war speakers  bolted on top, megaphones of doom and destruction. Of course,  Lauren would not have known if they were announcing the start of  an uprising or the latest lottery winners. But the message was  expected and simple. 

'Leave now, go south. Move quickly, taking only what you can  carry. The Nationalists are all murderers and won't spare you. If  you're male and aged between twenty and forty then stay and  defend.'

Lauren looked at Emma glumly. It had really happened, just as  everyone had warned. They grabbed two suitcases each and packed  in silence. Lauren took as much food and drink as she could carry  in one suitcase, and clothes in the other. She hid some of her  personal treasures high up in her cupboards, half hoping that if the  house was ransacked that people would give up before finding her  things. Her plan, a slight diversion from that agreed with Gustav  and Elizabeth, was to drive as far south as she could, then ditch the  car. Given the war, it would be easy to say it had been stolen.  However, even before they had gone a couple of miles, Lauren was  shocked to find a steady stream of refugees already heading south  through Boquette. Indeed, rather than completing her journey to  the Post Office, she made a U-turn in the road and went back home,  her mind muddled with disbelief that she could have become  involved in something so exciting, so deadly, so un- Swiss.

After their false start, they left once again at almost eleven o'clock.  The sun loomed brilliantly overhead as Lauren turned for the last  time to look at her home, the white ranch with the pool that she had  come to regard her house, full of her children and her problems.

They walked quickly for almost a mile, the countryside passing so  slowly in comparison to their normal speed along the dusty roads.  As they approached Boquette, people joined their march, heads  down, looking at nobody, acutely aware of each other's possessions  and the troop lorries heading north. Old people sat on the side of  the road, their wrinkled faces screwed up against the sun and the  swirling dust. She felt pity for them to start with, but soon began to  realise that this was what it has always been about. The survivors  are those who can, and do, as the situation demands. They can get  up and relocate. They can move out of danger. They can adapt.

The heat was oppressive, and as they trudged along the thin lane  that led into the square, Lauren realised that they had no chance of  moving quickly if they carried two suitcases each. The square  seemed to be in use as a rendezvous point, where several groups of  twenty and thirty people gathered. Families perhaps, preparing to  head out. Her clothes stuck to her body. Jeans had seemed a  sensible idea when they left the house. The pockets were useful,  and it covered her legs, giving a sense of modesty. But they soon  became unbearably hot, and even though she stayed in the shade as  much as possible, the lack of air conditioning proved troublesome.

Many people cried, especially the children and the old. To them it  seemed as though they were removed from reality, a dazed,  bewildered expression on their faces, continually facing the  unknown. For others, though, sheer hard work, pushing rickety old  carts, some with passengers, all with possessions, forming a long  line of torment stretching south.

Lauren noticed much of the scenery for the first time, details of the  local lifestyle that passed her by when she drove through the lanes.  The broken furniture tucked down the side of houses, rubble never  removed after houses had been completed. Huge billboards along  the road advertising coffee, cigarettes, hotels. Within half an hour  she had seen several old people, crouched or sitting beside the road,  resigned to their fate, unwilling or unable to continue in the heat.  And even in their hour of peril, some people stood and sold the  strangest of things, turning their possessions into cash. Umbrellas,  watches, a camera, pots and saucepans were all on offer, their  owners imploring each passer-by.

Lauren's throat was dry, but she dared not open her suitcase and  pull out the bottled water for fear of starting a stampede. She  simply trudged along with Emma and Jamie, silently, miserably as  she became dirtier, hotter and more angry at herself for failing to  leave when they could have taken the car.


Chapter 42

 By about four o'clock that afternoon, Lauren was exhausted. She  shuffled off the side of the road and flopped down in the dirt. Jamie  and Emma followed, glad to sit for a moment. Beads of sweat clung  to their faces, ready to trace their features, clean paths through the  dust and grime. Lauren hated the feeling of dirt, the heat  compounding her distaste and causing her to wonder if staying in  San Falino would have been the right decision. Switzerland would  never have had such an exodus of people. Disagreements were  always settled by a national referendum.

She lashed out at a fly buzzing round her face, cursing at the tiny  insect as it slipped from her fingers. They watched cars and trucks  lumber by in both directions, loaded with cargo of arms and soldiers  to the north and with refugees to the south. She reached into her  grip and pulled out a can of lemonade, pulled the ring and drank,  eyeing the line of people all the time, ready to protect the drink  should anyone attempt to steal it from her. Sharing it with Emma  and Jamie, she mentally took stock of their situation. To her relief,  the children had obeyed her to the letter since they left home, and  she was pleased that they had managed to get so far without injury  or any problem. But the stifling heat, the dry dusty road and the  smell of people, sweat and fear all took their toll, adding to her  imagination and fueling her concern for their safety.

"Lori, where can we stay tonight?" asked Emma, throwing the  empty can away.

Lauren frowned at her lack of thoughtfulness. "I don't know" she  replied, more sternly than she had intended. Accommodation was  indeed a problem, and the thought of camping by the roadside did  not appeal. A convoy of army trucks roared past them, young  soldiers watching silently from the rear.

"We'll be warm out here. There'll be loads of people, don't worry!"  said Jamie. He seemed stronger than Lauren would have thought,  and certainly had made the mental adjustment to their fortunes.  "Come on, we should keep going for a while!" he said, standing.  Lauren followed, pulling Emma up. They rejoined the main crowd  and settled into the slow column of refugees heading south.

She turned slowly at the sound of shouting. "Hey!" A soldier had  jumped from a truck parked at right angles to the road and was  beckoning in their direction. Lauren turned away, trying to  determine if it was she or someone else that the soldier summoned.  "Hey!" he shouted again, advancing towards her. Her stomach  heaved and she felt her sphincter tighten as blood rushed from her  head.

"M.. Me?" she asked, pointing to herself as he adjusted the rifle  slung over his shoulder.

"You. You and you. You come. You foreigners. Come now!" He  approached, the crowd parting and avoiding eye contact, pleased  that it was someone else being stopped. "You special, not San  Falino. Come" Lauren was dazed, panicked into making a decision  of either accepting what could be a generous offer of protection for  foreign nationals or continuing on the dusty road. She glanced at  Jamie and Emma, reading their body language. She turned back to  the soldier and smiled.

"Thanks!" she said, indicating to the others that they should follow.  The soldier helped them up into the truck with their meager  belongings and the truck drove off, north. "Oh! Where are we  going?"

"Where you live?"

"Just north of Boquette" replied Jamie in the soldiers language.

"Ah, very good. Then we take you back. Guard house. No  Nationalists there. We look after you at house." 

Lauren decided not to argue. Three or four other soldiers sat  further down in the truck, occasionally leering at her and Emma.  She leaned forward in the seat, weathering the potholed road and  the wild swings of the vehicle as it lumbered back the way they had  come. She glanced at Jamie who frowned back at her.

"What?"

"Just seems a bit weird, that's all. Better to get us non-immigrants  out of the country rather than disperse us again." He stared back  again at his feet. Lauren could offer no consolation or advice and  watched helplessly as the familiar streets of Boquette passed them  by. Within ten minutes the truck pulled up outside the house, and  they lead the way through the front door. Lauren dumped her bag  in the hallway and headed for the kitchen, pulling down the note  from the fridge door.

"Cold drink?" she asked as the officer followed her. She assumed  he was the senior soldier there, given his two stripes. She  remembered the lesson at school and the colorful book that he  listed all the ranks of soldiers, sailors and airmen. Even so, she  could only guess that he was a Sargeant or Corporal. His face was  creased from either laughter or squinting, his black mop of hair  untidily falling over his ears. Several days' beard growth gave him a  black mask that she felt she disliked. He was perhaps three inches  taller than her, but many pounds heavier. Forty would be a good  guess of his age, she thought, younger than her father.

"Yes, beer. My men search house. Just in case." Lauren nodded,  pouring lemonade from the bottle into three glasses and then pulling  a pack of beer from the fridge. Suddenly, a scream resounded down  the hallway. Her initial terror subsided as she realised that the sound  didn't belong to Jamie or Emma. "Ha!" he said delightedly. The  scuffles grew louder until a soldier rounded the corner into the  kitchen, pulling one of the cleaners with him. She was dressed in  tatty blue knickers and a black bra only. The soldiers conversed in  Spanish, amusement in their faces. The cleaner stared at the ground,  obviously ashamed of being caught. To Lauren's horror, the officer  reached out and felt her breast, squeezing the nipple until she  screamed. The soldiers laughed as they dismissed her with a push  out into the garden. "She asleep in bed. Common bitch!" He took  the beer and made his way to the lounge. Lauren followed, anxious  to both keep the soldiers away from Emma and Jamie and claim her  bedroom. Emma and Jamie were in the lounge already, talking to  two of the soldiers.

"Come on, let's get washed!" said Lauren, encouraging them out of  the room as quickly as possible. At seven o'clock, Lauren made a  meal for everyone, raiding their store of canned food in the spare  room. The soldiers continued to drink, finishing the beer at just  after eight o'clock and then starting on the wine. They seemed to  have no care whether it was red or white, sweet or dry and laughed  like common criminals when Lauren tried to recommend a good  after-dinner port.

At nine, Lauren ushered Emma and Jamie off to bed, saying to the  officer that it had been a long day. She watched as his eyes  followed Emma's buttocks, his beer bottle poised between his lips  as she disappeared off down the hallway. Shortly afterwards Lauren  herself went to bed, anxious about the night and the five soldiers  who now seemed to be living with them.

She showered, dressed in bra and knickers, pulled a T-Shirt over  her head and crept across the hallway into Emma's room. She slept,  soundly, also dressed for perhaps only the second time in Lauren's  knowledge in a T-Shirt. Jamie was also asleep, albeit fitful as he  tossed and turned on the pillow. She returned, shuddered  involuntarily and tucked herself into bed. Distant laughter filled the  night, punctuated by the seemingly endless sounds of the toilet  flushing and doors slamming. As her muscles relaxed and dull aches  set in, she sobbed quietly, reflecting on her fortune, the scenes of  poverty on the road and the dirty, ill-mannered guards that had  become part of her life. She slept heavily, dreamlessly as the party  continued.

Lauren sat bolt upright as though someone had flicked a switch on.  She surveyed her room, noting it was almost four in the morning.  The curtains were drawn but she knew it was still dark. Then she  heard the footsteps that she knew had woken her, coming down the  hallway. They stopped outside her door. A knock.

"Hey!" said a voice. 

The officer, she thought. Panic set in, her heart beating loudly as  her breathing became shallow. "What?" she replied weakly.

"Need wine. Where wine?"

A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she swung out of bed and put the  light on. She smoothed down her T-Shirt and gazed in the mirror.  "Coming, just a minute!" She checked the clock again. Four o'clock  and still drinking. She opened the door to see the officer making his  way back down the hallway. The house stank of cigarette smoke  and she could see a haze hovering halfway between the floor and  ceiling of the lounge. The soldiers had made makeshift beds in the  hallway, their backpacks arranged as pillows, blankets stretched out  uninvitingly. 

Lauren followed a safe distance behind into the kitchen and through  into the utility room. She reached down into a cupboard and pulled  out a dusty bottle of Graves. It looked expensive and was quickly  exchanged for a bottle of Neirsteiner that she knew was less than  ten dollars. Grabbing a corkscrew, she returned to the lounge. The  floor was strewn with the tools of their trade. Small arms, rags,  boxes of ammunition. She thought she recognised an automatic rifle  of the type she had seen in the newspaper. The smell of oil, smoke,  drink and urine sickened her. The soldiers were sprawled across the  sofa, one on the floor, and one gazing out of the window. The  officer beckoned her across to his armchair, stubbing out a fat cigar  on the Wedgwood dining plate that served as an ashtray.

"Open. You open"

Lauren sighed, determining that it was best to get them their wine  then get out as soon as possible. With the amount of drink they  must have consumed she wondered if there would be an  opportunity in the morning to decide whether to stay or make a run  for it when they eventually slept. She turned the corkscrew slowly  into the neck of the bottle, taking care, as her father had always  said, to make sure that the screw went all the way through the cork.  She tugged, but it wouldn't come free. Her arms ached and turning  away from them, she gripped the bottle between her legs and pulled  hard. The cork flew out, bringing the soldiers on the floor out of  the doze. The officer stood, bringing six glasses to her. 

"You fill." As she finished the third glass she realised that the sixth  one was spare and moved it to one side. "No, this you!"

"No, no. I go sleep!" said Lauren, imitating his word power as she  waved her hands in the shape of a cradle.

"No, you stay. Drink."

She shook her head, dismissing him with finality, and turned to go.  Her body sensitised, expecting a touch, a hand to grab her. As she  rounded the corner of the room she breathed a sigh of relief once  again, stared at the floor and thanked her lucky stars that the  incident hadn't got out of hand.

"Where you go?" Lauren shrieked as she bumped into the soldier.  Her hand flew to her mouth to stifle further sounds as her knees  weakened.

"Leave me alone" she said defiantly, trying to squeeze between him  and the wall.

"You come" he said, taking her by the arm and back into the  lounge. He smiled as he pushed her down in front of the officer.  Without any hurry at all, the officer leaned forward in his chair until  he was less than a foot from her face.

"You enjoy. You dance for us."

Lauren shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes as sorrow,  anger and fear played with her heart rate. "No, I sleep now!"

"Senorita, you play. Or we take little girl." he said, pointing in the  direction of Emma's room. He leaned back, turned to one of his  soldiers and nodded. Familiar disco music filled the room, loud  enough for dancing but probably not enough to wake the children.  She felt a tear trickle down her cheek, and looked up at him, her  eyes pleading for mercy, for decency. Her chin trembled as she felt  her stomach churning with fear. "Dance!" he shouted. She jerked at  the command, standing with difficulty, checking in his eyes that he  was serious before moving to the biggest space in the room. Her  hips refused to move with the music and her arms and feet seemed  to be dead weights. He handed her his glass of wine. "Drink. Easy  then!" She reached out and accepted the glass almost gratefully,  praying that it would dull her senses long enough to get her through  the ordeal. Relieved that she had bothered to dress in knickers and  bra that evening, she swayed slowly to the beat, finding areas of the  room where she could avoid looking at the soldiers, even though  she still felt their eyes on her.

The officer refilled her glass, stood and swayed over to her. She  accepted the drink, feeling the sweet wine coating her throat, her  stomach complaining at the hour of the day. She shuddered as she  drained the glass, the alcohol lifting her feet and arms into action.  She dropped the glass and glanced up, horrified to see him flicking  his tongue towards her, coaxing her into lewd positions as he  imitated how she should dance. He rubbed his trousers, licking his  lips, laughing as the other soldiers cheered and encouraged him.

"Hey. You dance sexy. Now!"

She sobbed gently, knowing that with the amount they had already  drunk and the lack of control over their desires that a sexy dance  was never going to stop there. She thought about Emma and what  they might do to her. She prayed that if she woke up she stayed in  her room - if she wandered out to see what was happening then  there was no telling what might happen. She danced miserably,  swaying her hips in time with the music, dipping occasionally as  they clapped and encouraged her. The officer stood and Lauren  feared he had read her mind, but he turned right and trudged out to  the kitchen. Several minutes later, she heard the toilet flush and he  returned with another three bottles of wine, one of which was the  Graves.

"You. T-Shirt." he commanded, raising his hands up and down.  Lauren knew what he wanted and started to cry steadily. She shook  her head.

"No, please. Please!"

"Up! Now! You obey!"

"Look, I'm a foreign national. I want to speak to the Embassy!"

"No understand. Up. Now!"

But Lauren knew he understood. She could see quite clearly as he  looked at his soldiers, checking to see if they knew what she had  demanded. But they were either dozing or too drunk to  comprehend. She doubted as well if they would have even cared if  they were awake and sober. Reaching for the hem of her T-Shirt,  she pulled it slowly over her head and brought it quickly to her  chest, covering her bra.    

The officer reached out, asking for the T-Shirt. Slowly, she gave it  to him, fearful of getting too close in case he made a grab for her.  Dropping the T-Shirt, he picked up a bottle of wine and summoned  her to stand in front of him. She obeyed and he handed her the  bottle, pushing it between her legs and up to her pussy. It was cool,  but Lauren was more concerned with his attempt to push the  corkscrew into the bottle. She held the bottle tight behind her and  looked down. The end of the bottle was just visible between her  legs, nestling up against her knickers. One slip of the corkscrew  would injure her for life. Lauren shut her eyes and prayed,  whimpering, shaking as he slowly turned the wooden handle. The  wicked tool squeaked, disappearing inside the cork. She felt the  back of his hand brush her pussy and shuddered, gripping the bottle  tighter as he finished turning and started to pull. He pulled upwards  deliberately, pushing the neck of the bottle between her pussy lips  as her whole lower body quivered in shame and terror. The pop of  the cork did nothing to lessen her fears. He took the bottle from her  as a tear fell onto the label. Half rising from his chair, he pushed her

back into the center of the room, jiggling his hips to indicate that  the show should continue.

One of the soldiers on the sofa had woken up and now watched  intently as she moved slowly to the music. She avoided his eyes and     stared at the carpet, watching her feet with disbelief that anything  so terrifying could be happening. The officer thrust another drink at  her and she accepted, draining the glass thirstily as the wine did its  job and blocked out some of the intense humiliation. He watched  her closely, then nodded again, his eyes on her bra.

"No, no way!" said Lauren, storming off towards the hallway. Two  steps later, she heard a double click that needed no explanation. She  was only surprised that it sounded just like it did in the films. She  turned to see his revolver resting on his knee. Her chin dropped,  tears flowing again as her legs carried her back onto her private  dance floor. He nodded. She reached behind and flicked the catch  to her bra, holding the thin material against her breasts for as long  as she could. She surveyed the room, counting the pairs of eyes that  were now fixed on her chest. All but one - who appeared to be out  for the rest of the day as he slept with his mouth wide open - sat  staring at her. Waiting, smiling, reveling in her utter discomfort and  fear. She dropped the bra on the ground and covered her breasts  with her hands.

"Dance!" he said, indicating she should drop her hands. Lauren  complied, sobbing as she slowly let go, her hips barely moving to  the ridiculously upbeat music. The soldiers, almost in unison, gave  the appreciative grunts and made sounds like wolves baying at  night. She shook her head in disgust, knowing that within minutes  she would be told to take off her knickers and dance naked for their  entertainment. She could think of no way out of the situation,  except bolt for the door and run off into the night. She glanced at  her nipples, relieved to see that they were asleep, flat. She knew full  well that she found the episode cold, sexless and the overriding  feeling that registered was one of sickness from drinking so many  glasses of wine at such an early hour. Her limbs ached as her  rhythm faltered. With eyes fixed to the floor but peripheral vision  acute, she waited for the final command.

She tensed as one of the soldiers rose unsteadily to his feet and  lumbered in her direction. He grinned stupidly as the drink caused  him to sway past the officer towards the piano. She turned away,  hoping that he would collapse onto the carpet and fall asleep. She  resumed jigging again, her movements bland, expressionless, her  stomach complaining, sending bubbles of gas through her insides.  Her gut contorted as the officer also rose. She backed away,  sniffing, shaking her head as though begging for mercy. He reached  out for her breasts with his hairy hands and Lauren shrieked,  lurching backwards into the hands of the other soldier. He held her  tight, pulling her off her feet as she struggled to free herself from  his bear-hug.

"No, let me go!" she shouted, now not caring if she woke the  children. The coarse fabric of his uniform rubbed against her back  while his rough hands held her breasts painfully. He pulled her  backwards while the officer laughed in her face, dragging her  against her will until she felt the piano stool against her calves. He  sat her down roughly, then sat across her lap as he pushed her head  over one end. The officer steadied her flailing feet, holding them  both in one hand as though she was a baby about to be changed.  His free hand loosened his belt, threaded it around her right ankle  and the piano stool and pulled it tight.

"No! No, please!" she sobbed, her head aching slightly with the  rush of blood. Her body arched over the stool. She beat her hands  on the chest of the soldier as he sat on her, but with no effect.  Laughing at her efforts, he too slipped his belt from his trousers and  tied it round her neck. He secured the other end to stool legs so she  couldn't sit up. When he was satisfied he rose and knelt beside her,  holding the stool for support.

Lauren shifted, testing her bonds. She could move quite easily, but  would never get away. With her head below the level of the stool, it  was hard to breath and think, let alone move quickly and slip out of  the noose. She felt hands over her stomach and felt nausea building  inside. Fingers traced lines along her thighs, rough, inept, uncaring  fingers that had no concept of foreplay, only gratification. She  whimpered quietly, shaking as the blood rushed to her head, her  stomach and neck muscles tensed as she tried to support her head.

Dull vibrations through the stool told her of the approach of more  soldiers. She closed her eyes tightly as the tears rolled back over  her forehead and into her hair. Chapter 43

"Euro-bitch!" hissed a soldier, tweaking her nipples. She writhed on the stool, her neck now painful and the pressure of the blood in her head frightening. Hands explored, invading private territory. Rough hands, greasy with labour, unrefined.

"Leave me alone you bastards!" she moaned, eyes still closed. She opened her mouth to shout but froze. The cold, clinical edge of steel on her cheek sent shivers through her teenage body, disrupting her breathing and causing her heart to beat wildly. "No! Please no!" she shouted, her eyes wide open, transfixed on the bayonet inches from her face. The music played on in the background, the happy, upbeat disco beat now bouncing round the house. A soldier ran the tip of the cold steel slowly along her cheek, across her lips and over her chin. Her sphincter tightened. She gripped the stool to support her efforts to strain away from the bayonet but it continued its course downwards, finding her nipples, flicking them without effect before teasing her stomach.

"Hey, Euro-bitch. You jiggy-jiggy?" asked the Officer.

"Fuck you!" shouted Lauren.

"Hey! Come on! Show us piss-flaps!"

He flicked the buttons on his fly and shed his trousers and pants, revealing a semi- erect cock that was without doubt the least enticing view of a man that she had ever seen. His pot-belly extended over his length and the sparse, ragged pubic hair looked as though it had seen much action. He gripped himself and rubbed his tool, speaking quickly in Spanish to his staff. Lauren felt the bayonet on her knickers, tracing the gentle line of her pussy lips. Other hands gripped her free leg and pulled to expose her completely. Rapid Spanish conversation was followed by the sound of more clothes dropping on the floor. She opened her eyes to see two other soldiers now naked by her head, their cocks both rampant, proud in their hands. One of them knelt beside her, guiding his swollen bulb towards her lips. She turned her head, sickened by the thought, only to discover another on the other side.

Strong hands held her head still, squeezing her cheeks and nose so that she had to open her mouth to breath. A cock slipped in, deep into her mouth, the smell instantly revolting her and reminding her stomach of the benefits of vomiting. Fighting the nausea, she tensed as the soldier slid in and out slowly, deeper and deeper into her mouth.

Horror struck as the needle-sharp tip of the bayonet pushed at the knicker material covering her vagina. She groaned as loudly as she could, her pleas muffled by the slippery cock that punished her throat. The material gave way and the clinical cool of the sharp steel cut a gash as it glided slowly between her labia. Save her trembling, she remained motionless as the weapon tore at her knickers and the cock plunging back and forth into her mouth. Further commands were audible above the cacophony of the music. The bayonet withdrew to be replaced, she knew, by the Officer between her stretched legs.

Hands grabbed her hair tightly now, holding her in position as his cock pushed against the small hole in the material, teasing and tearing as he rested at the entrance to her vagina. She shook her head within her restraints as hard as she could, only adding to the sensations of both soldiers who took their pleasure. She felt the cock bulge in her mouth as it pushed against her throat on the depth of its stroke. He quickened his thrusting, grabbing her breast as his groans became louder, squeezing her young mounds and kneading them into obscene shapes as he twirled the nipple between his fingers. Lauren screamed in a deadly mixture of agony and fear as he bulged again and the soldier between her legs plunged hard into her dry vagina. Her legs strained against the belt as she arched her back, the force of the torture causing every muscle in her body to contract at once. But the hands gripped her easily.

Both cocks ploughed mercilessly into her until the first shot of cum hit the roof of her mouth. She exhaled loudly, feeling the liquid oozing towards her throat, warm, almost savory. The soldiers continued to pump into her without concern, one, two, three thrusts until her lips sensed another bulge and streams of cum filled her mouth. Nausea rose in her stomach, held back by the cock that partially blocked her throat. She coughed, feeling the cum spray from her mouth up through her nose. He withdrew, stroking his cock against her face as he came on her chin. Lauren screwed her eyes up as tightly as she could, bracing herself as the Officer rhythmically raped her, splitting her knickers with every noisy thrust, his balls banging against her buttocks and the force straining the belt around her leg and neck.

The hands gripping her head twisted her roughly, presenting her with another cock to be satisfied. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth and took him in, noting the increase in size over the last soldier and the smell of urine and excrement. He withdrew momentarily and Lauren opened her eyes, watching as he pulled back the foreskin to offer her the purple, shiny knob before slamming back into her, painfully pushing her upper lip against her teeth. A blur of pubic hair accompanied the foul smell of his groin as she fought to breath; globules of cum irritated her nasal passages, stinging the back of her throat. She shook uncontrollably now, muscles strained into aching, her stomach especially painful as she retched against the thick cock ploughing into her mouth.

The Officer regained his stroke, signaling to his men to open her long tanned legs wider and pull her free leg up into the air. Her bottom rose off the stool and he took a few seconds to re- positioned himself before pushing hard into her once again, stroking deeper inside her vagina. Her own lubrication offered slight relief against the dreadful pain of his penis inside her dry vagina and she was convinced that the slipperiness she now experienced was the result of blood. With each merciless stroke his groin mashed against hers, pushing her backwards, straining the belt around her neck. She grunted involuntarily around the hard penis stuffed in her mouth, the sickness growing inside her from the putrid smell. Two thick trails of cum dribbled from her mouth, over her upper lip and down into her matted brown hair.

Her inability to breath frightened her and the blood pounding inside her head disorientated. Lauren was convinced she would pass out from either lack of oxygen or pain, a fact for which she felt grateful. In the murky reality of the room, the officer gasped, knowing he was fast approaching orgasm. Without faltering, he reached for her breasts and grabbed them unceremoniously, digging his fingers into the taught skin as his pumping became more and more furious. Lauren was dimly aware of the change in pace and braced herself as he exploded inside her, the hot liquid searing through her, following his cock and oozing around it, stinging her painfully as it battled its way out of her vagina and flowed ceaselessly down towards her anus. He finished a few strokes later, withdrawing with a final grunt before wiping his hand over her vagina and spreading his seed over her stomach and breasts, marking his conquest.

As though acting on his officer's command, the soldier doubled the rate of punishment of her mouth, slamming into her, grabbing her hair in his fist and pulling and pushing her back and forth in time with the movement of his hips. She tasted his precum, a tiny spurt coating her tongue, a prelude to the sudden gush that issued from the cruel slit in his cock and again filled her mouth. She swallowed as quickly as she could but her throat was on strike, scared that the huge penis might somehow get lodged down it and make her violently sick. She gagged loudly, gasping for air, cum dribbling from between her lips, coating her teeth before gathering in the corner of her mouth and dripping onto the carpet below. He came continually although Lauren neither counted or cared. Her mind and body now numbed to their abuse, she lay there as he slowed and finally withdrew, wiping his stickiness with her hair as the soldiers laughed.

They let go of her leg, allowing her to slowly gather the remnants of her modesty. Her tears returned in earnest, her sobbing punctuated by coughs and sniffs in an attempt to clear the cum from her nostrils. Lauren made no attempt though to move from the stool and hardly protested as she felt movement at her feet, the coarse trousers falling across her shins as the warmth of flesh met hers. She shook her head silently, slowly from side to side, crying loudly now as the soldier's cock touched her raw labia, the smears of cum hardly soothing and certainly unable to moderate her expectations of further pain, suffering and humiliation.

He pushed slowly and Lauren wondered in her clouded consciousness whether his calm and caution could be interpreted as compassion, but her fears materialised once again as she felt a finger stabbing deep into her anus and the hard cock ramming halfway into her vagina. Again she raised her bottom off the stool and without waiting for the hands to grab her left leg, she pulled behind her knee and tried in vain to ease her abused passages. Encouraged by the sight of her apparent willingness to receive his cock inside her, he plunged in, deep inside, holding himself inside as though savouring the moment before withdrawing almost all the way. The head of his cock was just visible at the entrance to her vagina, ruddy, glistening, coated in cum already and held gently by the sore lips of her vagina. Her pubic hair stuck to her young flesh, flattened, streaked with grey trails, providing little cover for the hood of her clitoris.

She retched loudly, feeling the movement of vomit in her stomach as it made an attempt to negotiate her throat. She wailed, desperate to avoid being sick with her head hanging down over the stool. Dimly aware that she was being raped again, she held the side of the stool with her free hand, trying to reduce the motion that resulted from each thrust, a motion that echoed through her body, jolting her stomach into involuntary activity. Her crying brought up the bitter taste of wine and bile into her mouth making her shudder as the soldier pounded into her as hard as he could, in part to impress his audience but also to extract enough sensation from her sopping vagina to ensure an orgasm. She coughed loudly, gagging and swallowing, fighting to keep the vomit under control. With each cough her vagina contracted and her anus gripped the unwelcome finger. He pumped harder, louder, bulging frequently inside her numbed sex until his orgasm burst within her, dribbling quickly along the length of his cock and gushing over the stool. He pulled out quickly then straddled her, masturbating furiously to the cheers of his colleagues as he came over her breasts and aimed at her navel, the finger in her anus straight, hard and in time with his other hand. He rolled off her, pulling his finger out of her roughly causing her to shriek and arch her back once again.

Lauren let go of her leg, letting it dangle wide over the stool so that her red raw vagina was clear to see. Smeared over her body from her face down to her thighs and knees was the result of the soldiers' liberties. The invasion was complete.

Someone undid the bonds around her neck, but she kept her eyes screwed shut, astonishing herself with a feeling of eternal gratitude, almost subservience to whoever had loosed the belt. Her foot came loose and her body flowed with the hands that pushed her off the stool and onto the floor. She felt the cold stickiness of cum against her face and the warm carpet that pushed against her aching joints. Through half opened eyes she saw dawn, cold yet rosy with promise, breaking over the pool and fruit trees. Laying on her stomach the nausea lessened until her fears were rekindled by the sounds of clinking glasses, drinking and laughter.

"Euro-bitch. Up. On sofa!" shouted someone. Lauren knew it wasn't merely a polite request. She curled up, her throat aching from crying and shook her head.

"No! Please. No more!" she pleaded, eyes still closed, her back presented to the voice. She crossed her arms over her chest, hiding herself belatedly as best she could. "No.."

"You get clean. Now!" The voice was louder. Lauren complied, although she didn't know why. She made no effort to try and weigh up what she should do. The crawl on her hands and knees as required was the easiest solution and was likely to be the least painful. The movement and change in position caused new waves of nausea and she vomited noisily as she straddled a plate of cigarette ends doused in wine. Strands of vomit trailed from her mouth and nose and she wiped herself with the back of her hand. She scraped    great bunches of her hair away from her face with her nails, pushing them back behind her ear, away from her red eyes and trembling chin. Her stomach was agony, the retching providing little material but the involuntary activity continuing as tears now streamed from her eyes. She rounded the corner of the sofa, her slimy, tanned buttocks presented for all to see, and then clambered onto the cushions, curling once again, burying her head from sight as she again felt the sticky cum as her limbs settled.

"Wait, bitch!" The music continued and Lauren was almost grateful for the comfort of the sofa and the rest. She took a mental inventory of herself, recognising that her head ached abominably, her guts felt strained, bubbling within, groaning under the effect of the wine and battering. Her legs ached and her thighs reminded her of school games afternoons. Her mind raced, school, home, her parents. The explosion of the truth hit her; this wasn't a dream, this was her body, her present and her reality. She had been raped by soldiers who said they would protect her and the children. They had guns, cocks, authority and time on their side. She had nothing.

Her dream evaporated, her consciousness gradually allowing the feeling of compassion, care and gentleness to be recognised. Fingers traced her hip, her back and over her shoulder. The horror of the kindness struck her. She turned, panic on her face.

"Emma, go to bed!" she hissed, chin trembling. She felt tears trickle down her cheeks.

"They want me to look after you." Lauren saw her eyes widen as her eyes slowly took in the extent of her abuse until at whimper escaped her lips at the sight of the cum dribbling between her legs.

"Tell them I'm OK, and you're going back to bed again!" Even with the T-Shirt around her body and thighs, she could see her trembling, unsure of what had happened previously and confused by the sudden change of the soldier's attitude.

"Bitch, this one clean you!" The Officer towered above her, imperious, wine in hand, cigar drooping from his mouth.

"No!" shouted Lauren. "Still child! I OK!" she said, pointing and gesticulating.

The Officer shouted at Emma in Spanish, pointing at the hallway and lurched towards her as if to strike out. Lauren squealed, leaning across the sofa in an attempt to catch Emma and pull her out the way, but he took her hand and led her out of the room towards the kitchen.

"Lori, it's OK, I'll be back!" said Emma, almost cheerily. The radio crackled above the din of the music, static interspersed with words that she didn't recognise. One of the soldiers ambled across to the set, tripping badly on his way and cursing as he fell hard against the wall. Lauren looked around the room, trying desperately to get an idea of what they intended to do and how she should react. Emma did indeed return a few minutes later with the bowl from the sink and a few cloths. She set the bowl down on the carpet by the sofa and knelt in front of Lauren.

Emma looked again at Lauren's skin, blackened with her rough handling despite her tan, sweat and cum mingling, matting the hairs of her arms. Her face looked ghastly and Lauren saw the child cower as she discovered signs of the where the belts had bitten into her leg, leaving a red raw mark. They looked into each other's eyes, silent words exchanged before Emma picked up a cloth and soaked it in the warm water.

The officer shouted once again. Lauren looked at Emma for translation, and watched as she lowered her head slowly, eyes fixed directly on the sofa in front of her. She shook her head. With enormous strides, he crossed over to her. She screamed loudly in anticipation, cowering as he roughly took hold of the little girl's T- Shirt at the nape of her neck, pulling hard so that it ripped easily down the back. Emma held the cloth to her breasts while Lauren protested, shouting, wincing in pain as she sat up and cursed the officer. He spun round, slapping Lauren hard across the cheek before ripping the remainder of the T-Shirt and pulling it out of Emma's hands.

"You clean! Now!" He nodded at his soldiers who positioned themselves behind the sofa and spread Lauren's legs, holding her right foot on the top of the sofa and the left on the floor, exposing her reddened vagina. A look of shock crossed Emma's face as she stared at Lauren's pussy, her mouth open, comprehension lacking as she tried to piece together what may have happened while she had been asleep. Movement returned slowly to her hands as the first fragments of understanding germinated in her mind.

She dipped the cloth carefully again in the water and gingerly tested Lauren's reaction by squeezing out the cloth on her stomach and very carefully wiping the area above her pubic hair. Judging that the cloth was cool enough, she spread it out over her pussy and held it against her skin. Lauren groaned but on balance was pleased to feel the cleansing of the water and the heat radiating into her. Her tears returned.

More Spanish was directed at Emma, and as commanded, she clambered onto the sofa, kneeling between Lauren's legs and continued to wash her. The soldiers however moved to the end of the sofa and laughed as they feasted their eyes on the sight of her cute bottom and her pussy lips that gave away her shape through the material of her knickers.

"You clean. You lick clean! Now!" shouted the officer, amusing his soldiers as they crowded round for the show. Dispensing with the cloth, Emma proceeded without much concern for her actions, gently licking along the length of her swollen labia, looking up occasionally to see if Lauren found her ministrations painful. The radio crackled again and Lauren felt that she and Emma had become a side show. The officer strode crossly over to the radio set and shouted into the mouthpiece. Throwing the handset down, he rejoined his team, leaning over the back of the sofa and grabbing Emma's knickers.

"Eat!" he shouted. "Eat Euro-food!" he laughed, giggling like a schoolboy, looking at each of his command for their approval. He pulled at her knickers, exposing most of her young bottom to his gaze. With a final jerk, her knickers slipped down, bunching around the top of her thighs as she continued to lick Lauren. The soldiers were silent, in awe at the sight of the young girl and her obvious affection for the elder. "Lie down on sofa!" he said to Emma, taking her arm and pushing her hard against the cushions. "Kiss! Lick!" he said, now animated, frantic in his arm waving as though conducting a symphony orchestra. But Emma was compliant, cuddling into Lauren, offering her lips as the two girls entwined. Lauren felt the little girl's hand descending down over her breasts and the flatness of her stomach, finding the sore labia but caressing her in such a delightful way that she was fully prepared to believe that she was healing more quickly with her touch.

They kissed as the soldiers seemed to lose interest. Activity picked up as they talked quickly into the radio, spreading a map out over the piano and leaving just one soldier who still kept hold of Lauren's right leg, pinned hard against the top of the sofa. Lauren heart rate drifted higher, sincerely believing that she was on the path to orgasm. She opened her eyes, noting that Emma lay close, tucked against her shoulder, eyes closed, smiling to herself. Lauren touched her breasts, reveling in their warmth, their softness and youth. She opened her legs further, now uncaring about the solitary soldier who watched over them. Emma descended slowly, her head gliding over her shoulder so that she rested on her breasts, imitating the child that Lauren might one day have, suckling her erect nipples, breathing over her as her hand found her vagina and tested the sweet, sticky entrance.

Two fingers slowly entered her vagina. Lauren gripped Emma tightly, squeezing her with concern as she raised her bottom slightly off the sofa, discouraging any deeper exploration. Gently, Emma withdrew and pushed in again, careful to avoid causing any pain. TO Lauren's astonishment, their limbs entwined and loved. On balance, Lauren considered it might be the best way forward. The soldiers certainly seemed to have lost interest. Lauren considered briefly about her pre-conceived ideas that all men were meant to find lesbian love a turn-on. With the pleasure of the arrival of an old friend, she felt her orgasm rising, growing within as Emma slipped lower, her tongue briefly circumnavigating her navel before passing through her pubic hair and nestling in the folds of skin around her clitoris. Lauren watched, craning her aching head to see the beautiful blond locks bobbing up and down. She gripped her tighter, both girls locked together in warmth, Lauren shivering with her bubbling pleasure, Emma's sweet breath caressing her pussy. Fingers darted in and out, straight fingers that pushed against the walls of her vagina, rippling, knuckles against muscles, gripped by cum and contractions, pushing her further towards release.

White. Brilliant white. Warmer, floating. Now very hot, flying. Funny, slow motion, floating in air. Wall approaching. Emma. Soldier. Glass.


Chapter 44

Lauren knew that her right arm wouldn't move even though she issued all the right commands. She had more luck with the other. The carpet was there, warm, silent, pushing against her knotted stomach. Her heart beat furiously and further inventory revealed a headache of mammoth proportions. She turned her head slowly, her neck screaming abuse as her nose rubbed into the carpet. Skin.

Smoke. She coughed painfully, the sound inside registering but traveling nowhere. Her heart leapt, adrenaline pumping furiously with nowhere to go. She touched the skin, warm and smooth and a distant rumble came from the darkness. She moistened her dust- encrusted lips, her tongue dry and swollen, a bland, thick taste in her mouth that reminded her of summer fields. She felt dizzy, swirling, crushed, the pain in her head throbbing mercilessly. Her temples ached and as she brought her hand close to her face to determine what may have happened she lost consciousness for the third time in the past ten minutes.

Jamie cowered behind his bed, parting the curtains less than an inch as he watched the two soldiers dragging the bodies across the driveway and hauling them into the back of the truck. Both soldiers laboured slowly, wincing in pain, stopping occasionally to re-tie tourniquets around each other's limbs. Their blood-spattered uniforms were tattered, hanging off their shoulders. Once the three bodies were loaded, he stared transfixed. Ceremoniously, almost reverently, they removed their comrades' shoes, measuring them against their own before exchanging them, grabbing ammunition and rifling through pockets. Pieces of the radio were thrown onto the truck, resting beside the bodies as though someone might need to contact them.

He knew what had happened because of the eerily silent crescendo of the two jets as they shot over the house moments before the explosion. The windows had rattled as the noise built up, the air vibrating with it's announcement of impending doom. But he could not remember the tell-tale high-pitched whine that often occurred in films as bombs are dropped from aircraft. He did remember however, the warmth that had burst into his room as the deafening roar of the explosion threw him to the ground.

The truck pulled away slowly, lumbering down the drive. The feet of the dead soldiers kicked comically up and down as the truck negotiated the new holes in the roadway. He let the curtain slip back to its usual position, silently hoping they all died a slow, painful death in the near future. His head hurt, especially around the cheek where he had been beaten with the rifle. The dried blood on the palm of his hand confirmed that he had been cut, although the flow seemed to have abated in the past hour. The dull pain in his legs and back reminded him of the kicks he had taken as he laid on the floor, naked, curled up like a baby, squirming to avoid their heavy boots.

Gripping the window sill he pulled himself up to a standing position, legs trembling with the pain of the beating and lack of food, and slumped onto the bed. More blood covered his sheets, although he had no explanation of how it had got there. He surveyed the room, noting that his clothes were where he had taken them off and hung them over his chair at riflepoint. His room was largely intact but something told him that the remainder of the house was a mess. He jerked as he thought of Emma and Lauren. He twisted on the bed in an attempt to see if they were on the truck, but it had long gone.

Several minutes later, he turned and struggled to sit upright, his belly aching from blows and his head still reeling from the beating it had taken. Disorientated, he stood and fell to the floor, crawling with deliberation across to his clothes and struggling to pull his pants up to his waist. A pair of sneakers lay by the door and, pleased with his foresight, he pulled them on, prepared to find the world collapsed outside his bedroom.

The door creaked unusually as he crawled like a dog out onto the marble corridor. Nobody was in sight. He clawed against the wall and pulled himself to a standing position, resigned to the fact that if he encountered any more soldiers there was nothing he could do. Dust and debris littered the floor. Walls bulged and cracked with plaster peeling, pictures hung at any angle except the horizontal. He wondered if the haze was smoke or dust as he cautiously rounded the corner into the lounge.

Smoke. Rising from the shrubbery around the pool and the garden furniture. The patio windows were gone, their frames twisted, one wrapped around the overturned piano. Glass crunched underfoot as he made his way into the room. The television stared blankly at the plasterboard that hung from the ceiling while a small chandelier hung dangerously from the joists and exposed electrical wiring. Remnants of ornaments littered the floor and he saw his own face staring happily out from underneath the brick and plaster that concealed the carpet. He kicked the photo, exposing Emma as well, her arm round her brother.

Both halves of the sofa were overturned, thrown against the wall, material hanging off them just like the soldiers' uniforms. He thought he would have found the two girls in the lounge. He knew the screams had come from the room. The muffled sound of Lauren crying quietly as the soldiers cheered haunted him, the lack of knowledge of her ordeal compounding his own imagination and torture at the hands of the soldiers. He turned and made his way to the kitchen, suprised to see that the utility room now existed without a wall while the kitchen itself was almost unscathed. Shaking badly, he opened the fridge and pulled out a yoghurt.

As he sat and ate he realised that the light wasn't working and determined that it had to be fixed. As the food digested, reality returned. Grabbing a carton of milk, he gulped quickly, his belly complaining at the sudden demand. The light was the least of his problems.

"Emma!" he shouted. He shook his head, wondering why he hadn't thought of shouting before, why food been more important than finding his sister. "Emma! Lauren! Hey!" Silence made him wonder if they had been put into the truck before he started to watch, taken to some other place to be further abused. With the milk in hand, he wandered into the dining room, shocked to see the window frames hanging from the walls and the glass cabinet shattered into firewood. Back in the lounge he crossed to the patio doors and peered out, dismay turning to anxiety as he felt his sphincter tighten. He sniffed, trying to hold back his tears. The pool had been filled in as though a comic book illustrator had taken his pen to it. Mounds of concrete were capped by debris from the garden. The water had disappeared somewhere, probably seeping through the wrecked patio. Plants lay tangled and smoldering. He saw the remnants of the sleeve of a uniform where the steps used to be, blood smeared on it. He looked away, frightened that he might encounter the arm that used to inhabit it.

A groan behind him brought him back to reality. He turned, fearful that it might be a soldier. Again, the noise, but no sign of its source. He walked slowly back towards the hallway, guessing that it came from outside the front door or near Lauren's bedroom. Just before the threshold he saw a finger, poking from underneath the sofa. It bled, cut from the glass that was strewn over the floor. Convinced that the owner of the finger and groan were one and the same he bent down, pain wracking his shoulders and head.

"Hey, it's me, Jamie!"

"Help! Get me out! Please!" said Emma, terror in her voice. The finger moved slightly as a wave of relief swept over him. Jamie kicked the shards of glass away from the hand and brushed the dust and filth off the sofa with a cushion before trying to lift. Luckily, it came up easily, pivoting on the edge so that he could hold it while his sister poked her head out into the daylight.

"Ow! Shit!" she screamed, cutting herself. She looked around, searching for a way out. Jamie watched his sister lying on her stomach, naked except for the dirty knickers that stretched around the tops of her thighs. "Oh God Jamie, what happened?" she cried, peering out from under the sofa.

"Wait! There's glass everywhere." he said, bending down to look into the confined space. He considered lifting her but knew that if he dropped her she would be cut to pieces. "I'm going to lower the sofa again and go and get you some shoes. Mind out!" he said, letting the sofa swing back down again. He entered her bedroom and found a pair of slippers but continued hunting until he found a stout pair of outdoor shoes. Raising the sofa again, he watched her swing round until she faced him. The darkness precluded much sight of her, and he was surprised to feel disappointed at not being able to see her naked body. She put the shoes on and gingerly crawled out of the confines of the sofa, eventually standing naked beside him, sobbing, her little breasts bloodied but still young and perfect. He felt her eyes as she looked down at his underpants. Suddenly, Emma turned to her brother and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tight as though he would be sucked away by the wind at any moment. He felt her breathing stutter and was sure she was on the verge of tears. His own lips trembled with his love for his sister, a lump hard and unwelcome in his throat.

Releasing him from her grip, she turned back to the sofa. "I think Lori's under there as well. We'll have to roll it over her and then pick her up" said Emma, crying. Within a couple of minutes they had maneuvered the sofa so that it was back towards the middle of the room rather than hard against the wall. Lauren lay quite still on the clean carpet, ringed by debris and dust. Face down, her breathing was discernible. Jamie looked at her filthy body. Dust and   small pieces of plaster covered her, sticking especially around her buttocks and the top of the backs of her legs. Blood had clearly oozed from a wound either in her forehead or above the hairline, matting her brown hair and trickling down her cheek. She looked ghastly.

"Pick her up. Come on, you get her feet!" shouted Jamie, lurching to her head. He grabbed her hands and lifted her, suprised that she wasn't as heavy as he had feared. Slowly, they carried her out of the lounge. Jamie glanced up occasionally, again concerned that in a moment of potential danger and terror he should be more concerned with looking at his sister's pussy as she struggled bow- legged along the hallway than with ensuring he didn't drop the girl. "Take her into her room and we'll leave her on the bed!" he commanded, the blood banging against his head almost blinding him with pain. He crashed through her door and just managed to lift her onto the bed before dropping to the floor.

"OK?" asked Emma.

"I feel like shit! What about you?"

"Dirty, but I think I'm OK. Jesus, Jamie, I'm scared. What if they come back?"

"Let's just get cleaned up and then we can worry about that."

"Shouldn't we do something with Lori first?" asked Emma.

"I've no idea what to do, but without getting dressed we can't do much at all. We should both have showers, get the muck off ourselves and then clean Lori up, I think." said Jamie, not waiting for a reply. They returned to Lauren's room less than ten minutes later, both with wet hair and in dressing gowns and sneakers.

"There's no electricity, you know" said Jamie.

"Yeah, my hairdryer wouldn't work" she replied, carrying the same bowl that she had used before. New cloths were laid on her bed next to her. Jamie helped to roll her over onto her back and then slipped across the bed to the opposite side. Emma dipped the cloth into the warm water and laid it against her forehead. She stirred slightly, moaning as Emma rinsed the cloth and repeated her cleansing.

Jamie looked over her body. Although her face looked dreadful, it would be fine after she had been cleaned up. But what really struck Jamie was that although she would never be a beautiful girl, she had the most wonderful body. Her breasts (presently covered in dust and blood) had the most perfect shape and delicate nipples. Her flat stomach gave way to the dark brown pubic hair that tried in vain to hide the shape of her labia. And he knew just what her long brown legs looked like from the days by the pool. He felt himself moving inside his underpants and made no attempt to take his eyes of her pussy except to watch his sister's hands move slowly from Lauren's face down across her shoulders and over her breasts.

Jamie looked up and his eyes met his sisters. "She's perfect" stated Jamie. Emma nodded and continued wiping her breasts, rinsing the cloth frequently as the grime and dust disappeared from Lauren's nipples. She paused at her navel, looked up and offered Jamie the cloth silently. With only the slightest hesitation, he took the it and moved between Lauren's legs, rinsing and cleaning lower and lower until he tenderly touched her labia with the cloth. He looked up at Lauren, wondering if it would bring her round. With no activity at all, he parted her legs slightly wider and wiped down below her vagina and out along her thighs, cutting through the dust before rinsing again. She had more pubic hair than his sister - a lot more. But nowhere near as much as the girls in the magazines he had under his bed. He liked the way he could see her lips and their wonderful smooth shape. His erection steadied, proud against his dressing gown and quite obvious to Emma. But the look of adoration and wonderment in her eyes as she looked at him gave all the licence he needed.

As he wiped more carefully his fingers strayed from the cloth and felt their way along the soft lips of her pussy. He wondered if all girls' pussy's were so red until he recalled once again the dreadful cries that had awakened him, made him race to his door. He remembered standing with the door opened less than an inch, his heart beating furiously as he listened to her cries. While he knew he should help he had decided that there was little he could do against five soldiers and simply stood there as the rhythmic strokes of the men pummeled her body. He had fled from the door half an hour later when two soldiers tumbled from the lounge, laughing, wine in hand as they made their way to his sister's room, dragging her out, fondling her lewdly as they escorted her to the lounge. The memory of his inability to act made him hang his head slightly as his cock pointed down towards the bed and his actions faltered.

"Let's put her to bed. Try putting some water on her forehead, that might bring her round" said Jamie, slipping off the bed. He helped Emma to pull the covers over her naked body, glancing briefly before her pussy disappeared from view. Emma bathed Lauren's head lightly, washing the final layers of grime from her cheeks and around her eyes.

"She moved! Look!" whispered Emma, grinning widely. Indeed Lauren was alive - as they knew - but not yet kicking. Her eyelids fluttered in recognition and then stopped once again.

"Come on, let her rest." suggested Jamie. "Why don't you stay with her for a few hours and then I'll take over. You do from now 'til ten o'clock, OK?"

"Hmm. Can you get some water for her to drink?"

Jamie left for the kitchen, grabbed some water and ice from the fridge and took another quick inventory of the house. He was surprised that nobody had come running over to see what had happened. Perhaps people were still hiding in their houses, unsure what to expect. His body ached even more now, the bruises colouring his face and arms, Lauren's blood over his dressing gown. He thought again of how she had looked. Serene, dirty yet so pure, perfectly formed, asleep and unaware that he had touched her pussy, had pushed a finger almost an inch inside her vagina. He thought of her breasts, so firm, shaped like a model's. His erection grew again. He reached inside his dressing gown and encouraged it, rubbing his thumb over the hardening purple head, pulling the skin back slightly. His imagination transported him back into the lounge and what she must have looked like as the soldiers had sex with her. The increased heart-rate bludgeoned his aching head.

Still wondering how he could think about sex less than an hour after his house had been bombed, he wandered carefully down the hallway, glancing at the precarious state of the lounge ceiling. Large areas had fallen in, soaked by the water than ran through the roof. The smoke had died away, but the smell of burning wood and plastic hung heavily in the air all along the hallway.

His sister had tucked Lauren into bed and curled up alongside her. The room was dark now with the curtains pulled together, but chinks of morning light still filtered across the bed. Leaving the water on the bedside table, he sat next to Lauren, looking once again at her face, scratched and blotchy from where she had hit the wall. Blood still matted one side of her head and would take a great deal of soaking to remove. But she looked sweet, peaceful. Jamie wondered what he would have done if his sister had not been there. Smiling at her, he knew he had a few hours to put a plan together. His cock again stretched beneath his underpants as he left the room, crossed the hallway and slipped into his own bed.

He thought about the house, the gaping hole in the lounge, the possibility of the return of the soldiers. And where were all the local people? Surely they would have been over by now to see what was left of the house. While they never even spoke to the neighbours, he thought that a bomb might have qualified them to a visit. Lauren. God, what a body, he thought, rubbing his cock slowly in his right hand. He recalled the warmth of her pussy, the wonderful lips of her labia and the intense heat that seemed to emanate from between her legs. His alarm clock showed seven forty-eight as he rolled over and drifted off to sleep.

Lauren knew she was alive. Inexplicably, she felt so tired, waking momentarily, opening her eyes for less than a few seconds before drifting back into a mixture of sleep and unconsciousness. Senses told her that the breathing next to her belonged to Emma and her presence was a good sign. But there was no explanation for the searing headache and the incessant drumming against her temples that prevented her from remaining awake. Nausea billowed in her stomach as her eyes bulged in their sockets. Pain shot a miserable course through her body, pain that had no reason to be there, especially round her head. She rarely had headaches. Her mouth felt dreadful, dried beyond belief as though someone had taken a cloth and soaked every last drop of saliva from her. A craving for water occupied her thoughts to the exclusion of everything other wish except for the removal of the pain in her head. The pain was noisy, drumming, crashing around her mind, unwanted and uninvited. Red stars flashed before her eyes in time with her heartbeat, mesmerizing her and encouraging her stomach to divest its contents.

She tried to turn her head towards the little girl but her muscles gave up. Determined to get some attention, she tried to groan, or make any sound, but it was as if she had lost all knowledge of how to communicate, even how to function. Scared, she tested her   fingers and found them to be frozen but more responsive than any other part of her body. Unable to arouse Emma, she mentally slumped back into a state of misery, listening again to the silence of the house, the cacophony in her head and the breath of her little friend. She again passed out, unaware five minutes later of the changing of the guard.

Jamie wore his dressing gown in bed but was determined to shed it once he knew Lauren was still out cold. He pulled the belt and loosened the sides of his gown, running the palm of his hand over his cock as if to confirm that showtime was just round the corner. Without underpants, it sprung up against the sheets, bobbing up and down harder and harder as his imagination took hold. Lauren lay next to him on her back, eyes closed, dormant. Deciding he would be forgiven for turning her onto her side, he gripped her arm and pulled her towards him in one clean motion. The sheet covered her shoulder, but her breasts were exposed. He looked at her face, still serene, blotchy, comatose, confirmation enough for him to also turn onto his side, facing her. Adrenaline shot through his stomach as he pulled his robe off his hip and exposed his cock, pointing directly towards her. He reached out and gently touched her nipple, withdrawing his hand instantly as he watched and waited for a reaction.

Growing bolder by the minute, he caressed her breasts, inhaling sharply as he began to understand their firmness, shape and wonder. His hand slipped down over her stomach, finding the beginning of her pubic hair. His middle finger pushed down along the valley of her labia as far as her thighs would allow. His heart beat furiously, thumping in his chest as the danger of his actions grew. Emboldened and delighted with his exploration so far, he pulled her right foot up towards her left knee, opening her a little more without rolling her over. He took her right hand and guided her to his cock, pleased again that this now balanced her, preventing her from rolling around. Her hand was warm, loving, and wrapped around his cock without much assistance from him. Moving his hips back and forth, he managed to masturbate slowly, all the while keeping Lauren's hand in place with his own. His cock swelled beyond belief, thicker than anything he had ever experienced. Cautiously, he looked at her face, trying to detect any tell-tale signs of animation that might signal her return to the living. He had decided that if she came round he would quickly slip out of bed before she could identify him - and then swear blind that a soldier had returned.

His original intentions of simply exploring her body a little further fell by the wayside as he bucked back and forth. A dribble of cum covered the end of his cock and he paused to rub it over the thick head and Lauren's fingers. Deciding that Lauren was out of this world completely, he rose to his knees and nestled behind her,   resting for almost a minute as he watched her motionless body and listened for sounds of activity in the house. Satisfied that he wasn't going to be disturbed, he pushed her right leg way up towards her breasts, exposing her pussy. He stared down, transfixed by the sight of her labia squeezed between her tight buttocks and the glimmer of her anus. His fingers traced across the cheeks of her bottom, down along the valley and over her little brown hole, his eyes darting between Lauren's face and the course of his finger. He flinched, surprised at his courage and revolted at having touched her anus. Carefully skirting it a second time he ran his middle finger between her pussy lips, feeling the softest skin imaginable as he parted her slightly. His left hand found his cock, lightly pulling the skin back with two fingers as he stared at her sex. The surge of pleasure coursed through him, emboldening him as he towered over her. Shuffling closer, and convinced she was still comatose, he held her breasts with his left hand as he guided his cock towards her pussy lips. He trembled visibly as he rested at the entrance, pressing very gently to confirm that he had indeed found the place where her vagina would open and accommodate his desires. He rested again, partly to watch her but also to prevent his orgasm from gushing over her buttocks.

Lauren knew that the pain had subsided a little because the drumming sound in her head was quieter. The sickness and dryness still persisted although her aches had mellowed as far as she could remember. Her recovery reminded her of one of the parties she had attended after her final exams at school. She had experimented the week before at school with a pack of French cigarettes, trying desperately to inhale the strong, roasted smoke of the Gauloise without spluttering feebly in front of her classmates. During the party, someone had offered her a cigarette in the darkness that had more than tobacco in it. Thankfully she had stayed overnight, because she had been very sick with the mixture of drink and drugs during the night and thought she might never see the morning light again. That feeling had slipped away as the small hours of the new day had passed, and so she grew in confidence now that she might be able to turn her head in the next few hours. Nothing focused in front of her, and she had no idea of how long she had laid motionless, staring through half-parted eye-lashes six inches in front of her at the stitched edge of the pillow, thinking of how the machine must have looped over and over to give it a pattern, how soft it should be but how hard and unyielding it felt against her face.

Panic flashed through her mind, the ache returning with a vengeance. Something had changed in her universe. Nothing moved. Her eyes were still, unblinking. She thought she was moving again, nausea returning in response to her vertigo and loss of balance. Nothing added up, made sense or registered correctly. Perhaps the wind had man-handled her body, pushed her almost onto her back; perhaps her bed had moved. Her head reeled as though on a big dipper at the fair. If only she could get her muscles to listen to her. She managed to open her eyes slightly but still saw nothing. Muffled breathing behind her. She cried out but no sound came, no mouth action, only increased heart rate. Hands on her buttocks, pulling her cheeks apart. Yes, she recognised that. Warm hands. She was going to be sick, that was for certain. Groaning now, a man's voice. Tears would have rolled if she could have cried as she thought about the hard flesh pushing against her buttocks. Soldiers. Again. The cause of the pain. A finger slid inside her, and on balance she thought it had entered her pussy, poking around as though looking for something lost. Then a warm, stiff wedge. Then blackness, sleep and delivery from evil.

Later that morning, Jamie and Emma both had baths, their combined gallons using up the remainder of the hot water. They talked about Lauren and were concerned that without electricity and phone all they could do was hope that she recovered. Emma pored over Elizabeth's "Family Medicine" and determined that given the symptoms, Lauren either had concussion or had suffered a stroke or maybe some exotic diseases that were hard to pronounce.

Following instructions for all three remedies, she bathed Lauren's head regularly, tipping teaspoonfuls of water into her mouth every half hour. Now and again she would wash her body with a warm flannel. It was during the first of her washes that Emma discovered cum around her pussy. It stuck to her fingers, thick and slippery and had dribbled down onto the sheets. She concluded that it was a result of the soldiers and would check each time for any more - out of curiosity as much as anything else.

It wasn't until just after nine in the evening, as Emma prepared to spend the night with Lauren, that they both heard a groan from Lauren's room. Dashing down the hallway, Emma burst through the door first to witness Lauren, eyes open, coughing and groaning, moving in bed. Each time she coughed her eyes screwed up in agony.

"Hey, you're back with us" shouted Emma with glee.

"Oh!" groaned Lauren, barely moving on the bed.

Over the next few minutes Jamie and Emma discovered that all Lauren wanted was a warm drink of tea with sugar and sleep. In fact, when Jamie returned with the tea Lauren was asleep again and they woke her up, braving her groans to help her to drink. Less than an hour later she was sick. From that point on, Lauren vomited almost regularly, paradoxically growing stronger each time, moving more and groaning louder.

By the following morning, Lauren was able to get out of bed with the aid of Emma and make it, shivering, to her bathroom. Her head hurt mightily, pounding with some built-in disturbance that   modulated between a purr and the crash of a bass drum. Emma ran a bath as she sat on the toilet, urinating loudly and retching at the smell. She shifted herself slowly like an old woman, pain from her bruised limbs searing through her as she stumbled from the toilet to the side of the bath. Emma slipped her dressing gown from her shoulders and helped her gently into the warm water. A hint of a smile crossed her lips as she sank down, then leaned back and closed her eyes as the exertion caused her head to pound once again. She reached out for Emma, careful to maintain a point of reference with reality.

Emma carefully washed her hair and did her best to remove the heavy clots of blood, soaking and rinsing her bruised body, watching the bath water as it slowly turned a reddish-brown. Occasionally, she caressed her skin, commenting on her lucky escape and how she would mend quickly. The vast majority of the commentary was wasted, passing over Lauren like her mother's warnings.

She screwed up her eyes in preparation for the unknown. "Must call my parents" she whispered, exhaling with relief that she hadn't feinted from an unexpected pain.

"Phones are out. The electricity came back last night we think, but it's off again."

Lauren slumped back against the end of the bath, her face registering the pain, not the disappointment "You OK?"

"Yep. I'm fine. You broke my fall, I think"

"What happened? Remember floating" said Lauren, shifting her weight, nursing her bruises. Even with the bath she still felt dirty. Her stomach heaved, preparing to give up the very last of it's contents.

"Jamie thinks a plane dropped a bomb. He thinks he heard another going off just after our one, down the road. Pool's gone!" giggled Emma, her glee turning into a frown. "So have some of the walls and the roof in the lounge."

"What's funny?"

"I don't know. It just makes me laugh that we could be dead, but we're not." She shrugged with little-girl shoulders. Lauren shook her head, slowly and carefully, each shake making her feel that the whole room was moving.

:"Soldiers left just after it hit" informed Emma.

"Oh! Soldiers! Are you OK? Did they.." Lauren's cheeks billowed as she fought the nausea.

"No. I mean, yeah, I'm OK."

Lauren sank lower. The water was getting cool but she didn't have the energy to get out. The memory of the events dribbled back. Repeated rape, aching limbs tied to something, their smelly cocks everywhere, the feeling of cum in her nose and their dirty fingers hard up her anus. The relentless fucking that she had been subjected to as they drunkenly cavorted round her. Her chin dropped and she cried, big tears couched in the corners of her eyes, teetering above her lashes before spilling over her cheeks.

"They're gone." said Emma, caressing her hair. "Let's get you out and back to bed"

"Felix?"

"Haven't seen him yet. Phone's out, like I said."

Lauren grimaced. "I can't move, I feel like ten tons" complained Lauren, shifting and straining. Emma tried in vain to move her but she was simply not strong enough to offer much assistance.

"I'll get Jamie, he'll help"

"No!" hissed Lauren, straining again with her arms on the side of the bath. "No!"

Emma rested her hand on Lauren's arm. "Lori, he's seen you naked many times in the past two days. He pulled you out from under the sofa. And me. He washed you while you were unconscious and stayed with you while I slept." Emma looked down. Lauren felt her gaze resting between her legs. Both girls were silent.

"OK, ask him, please."

Jamie and Emma managed to guide her back to sit on the edge of the bed; Jamie held her still with his arms around her shoulders while Emma dried her gently with a new towel, dabbing her skin carefully to mop up the drops. Lauren complained briefly as Emma knelt in front of her, parting her legs as she pushed the towel carefully between her thighs. Jamie had the courtesy to avert his eyes from her legs, settling for a view of her bruised breasts, still stoic after their battering. As Emma finished her shins, he lowered her onto the bed and brought the sheets up to her chin, brushing the back of his hand against her nipple before tucking her up. Resting her wet hair on a towel, they watched her eyes close as she drifted once again off to sleep, gentle tears welling again in her eyes.

 Chapter 45   Four days later, Lauren was fit enough to bathe and feed herself. She could walk around the house unaided, but always made sure she was within striking distance of something to hold onto if she became dizzy. She ventured out onto the remains of the patio, peering down into the rounded hole that had been the pool. The familiar heat remained, but the soothing waters had vanished. She sat in her shorts and T-Shirt on the lounger and surveyed her bruised limbs and the scene of damage. Without knowing anything about ordinance and explosives, she concluded that the pool had taken a direct hit. That had probably saved them, for another ten feet nearer the house would have been a completely different outcome. In the late afternoon, they decided to venture out of the house and walked cautiously down the road towards Boquette.

Traffic was minimal, but some private cars and a few farm vehicles passed them, reassuring the children by their presence and by the fact that while they were still loaded with refugees and possessions, there appeared to be an orderly manner about their flight. Lauren looked nervously around her as they passed the first crossroads, watching for soldiers.

Over the six days since the attack she had frequently revisited her ordeal, analysing it from every perspective to see what she could have done differently. Emma's ability to laugh off the bomb annoyed her as it interfered with her reasoning for remaining as quiet as possible during the rape. The day before, she had considered narrating to Emma those early morning hours, her embarrassment, her fears for the children and the pain she had endured, arms stretched out, legs tethered on the wooden piano stool. Finally, she decided that there was little to be gained by reopening the issue except her own satisfaction and so she tried hard to adopt the same attitude as the others. Both Emma and Jamie seemed to walk with a spring in their step and laughter in their voices as she trailed behind.

"Hey, we've gone far enough I think!" said Jamie, turning around to face the others. "Back to the house, and get the car, eh?"

"Yeah, the place is really quiet!" said Emma.

"I'm not sure, perhaps a few more minutes until we see Boquette town center?"

"No, come on, let's grab the car and then get to a phone" said Jamie, taking the lead in the opposite direction.

Lauren glumly followed, shuffling back to the house and hauling herself painfully into the driving seat. They traveled in silence, looking at everything that moved, checking side streets for activity that might alert them to soldiers or other danger. After a thirty minute queue for the phone in the Post Office Lauren dialed her parents in Switzerland without a thought for the time in Europe. A recorded message in Spanish greeted every attempt she made. Handing the phone to Jamie, she watched as his face betrayed the problem.

"All international lines are busy. Please try later." he said, offering her the handset. "Shit." said Lauren. A flash of inspiration made her smile. "Look up the Swiss Embassy in San Falino!" They thumbed through the directory, oblivious to the stares and scowls from those behind them in the queue. She spoke rapidly to the woman on the other end, explaining she was Swiss and needed to inform her parents that she was safe. She gave them their number in Andelberg and grinned broadly as she replaced the phone.

"OK?" asked Jamie.

"Yeah! Wow, that feels so good - to talk to someone from Switzerland. They even sounded like they came from around our way." Her thoughts were suddenly thousands of miles away, across the Atlantic, over France and tumbling down the white-capped mountains of the Jungfrau. Even the jostling of the crowd failed to bring her back as she clung to the happy scene, her parents and brother sitting at the dining room table eating Sunday lunch.

The return journey was uneventful. Jamie read the local paper, paraphrasing some of the articles that suggested that the fight between the Nationalists and Government troops had only just begun.

To their delight, they heard the sound of the fridge gurgling noisily as they entered the front door. Jamie opened the fuse box and reset most of the breakers, earning a cheer each time something of interest came to life. After tea and hot baths all round, they met in the kitchen to decide what to do next. Lauren set out her plan - conceived three minutes before they sat down - suggesting they drive to San Falino and wait for evacuation to Switzerland. Jamie agreed, but thought train would be safer so that they blended in more easily.

Emma sat on her seat, arms wrapped around her knees pulled tight up against her chest. Lauren recognised her mood. Uncommunicative, sultry to the point of stubbornness. The little girl emerging in the suddenly adult world. Eventually, Lauren coaxed out of her that she really didn't care what happened. Compromise was reached quickly, and the children decided that Jamie's idea was the safest, and so at around ten o'clock the next morning, they shut the house once again and drove down to the station, parking the car in a side street. Jamie removed the distributor arm and stuffed it in his pocket, pleased to demonstrate his knowledge of the workings of a car. With one large suitcase each, they trudged to the station foyer, purchased single tickets to the capital and crossed the old rusted iron bridge to the other side. The sun shone mercilessly once again. Her T-Shirt was damp with sweat even though she had untucked it from her shorts. Emma and Jamie fared similarly, Emma complaining regularly of the heat and asking why they had to leave at all. Lauren had known the answer to the question the previous evening, but it escaped her now.

An hour later, and forty minutes late, the great grey hulk of the train pulled into the station, steam billowing from the mighty pistons. Lauren felt the heat of the massive boiler on her face as it passed her, the stack spewing clouds of dark smoke that wafted down towards the platform. She was reminded of the film where someone ran alongside a steam train, waving good-bye romantically. Casablanca, she thought, but maybe not. Certainly black and white. The carriages squealed to a halt, juddering along their length. Soldiers dropped to the platform, standing guard and passengers and troops disembarked. Lauren averted her gaze, dreading recognition by one of the soldiers who had featured in her ordeal, hustling Jamie and Emma aboard.

The three children clambered in and walked along the carriage, taking the first compartment that was empty. Jamie pushed their suitcases onto the overhead rack and they slumped onto the seats, smiling broadly that they had so far been successful. Almost immediately they heard the whistle from the guards and shouting from the platform. The train shuddered again as the huge wheels turned, pulling out of Boquette and headed southwards.

"Does it always go this slow?" asked Lauren.

"Yep, about twenty miles an hour. This engine is probably imported from Europe when they electrified."

Lauren was pleased they had a compartment to themselves. It could seat about eight she thought, and maybe they would have to let others in as they got closer to the capital, but the privacy was appreciated. She stood and pulled down the blinds to the corridor before standing on the seat and reaching into her suitcase for a can of fizzy orange. She sat opposite Emma and Jamie with her back to the engine, watching as the ramshackle houses disappeared in the distance. The railway track was strewn with debris - not from military action, but old oil drums, bottles, litter, domestic rubbish and parts of old cars. The junk has discoloured, turning a more complete grey with the passing of each train. Houses jostled for position against the tracks, squalid two floor tenements with access to the top floor by rickety staircases. Paint peeled around the window frames, creating jagged edges, cutting the dim light that shone hopefully from within.

Occasionally, children waved, foraging in the muck, accompanied by thin dogs or huge mothers, barefoot, dirty. Ringing bells rose to a crescendo as they rattled over a crossing. Lauren watched the cars lined up waiting along the street, water flowing along the gutter as pedestrians stumbled around the potholes. The stench of the sewer greeted her head-on, making her shudder.

She lowered the window slightly, the heat of the day oppressive. She smiled at Emma, watching as she wafted the draught under her T-Shirt. Lauren glanced from her stomach down at her skirt, horrified as she caught herself leaning her head to one side to sneak a look between her legs. The slim, sleek shins glinted in the light and Lauren recognised the shot that ran through her, a welcome visitor and one she had missed for over a week. Sex had been the furthest thing from her mind since her ordeal. Masturbation had not even figured in her daily itinerary, and so the feeling inside as she now turned her attention to Jamie gave her confidence that she was mending satisfactorily.

The door rattled as the conductor entered, his belt laden with machinery for issuing, stamping and printing tickets, change holders, timetables, keys, a torch and a gun. He was tall, overweight certainly, looked sweaty, old - at least forty by Lauren's reckoning. His thick, black hair might have been cut sometime in the past year, but it was debatable. His eyebrows curled at the ends giving him a sinister look. Lauren reached in her shorts and his gaze followed. She offered him the three tickets as he spoke quickly. Lauren was sure he had asked where they were going, but to be certain she smiled at Emma, silently asking for the translation.

"San Falino" said Emma. He took each ticket in turn, gazing a little too much at her legs for Lauren's liking. Turning his attention to Emma, he smiled and sat next to her. A sickness was born in Lauren's stomach as she watched Emma's face change from humor and happiness to concern and fear. The man's eyes seemed fixed on her young breasts, not like a connoisseur but rather as though he had never been quite so close to a girl before. He examined Jamie's ticket, grunted and stood, walking towards the door.

Lauren breathed a sigh of relief. Her mother's words of caution echoed once again. 'Never get into a single compartment, you're trapped' she would say each time she had taken the train to Interlaken or Thun. And each time, she and Nikki would do just that, blinds down, misbehaving in between stations, singing at the tops of the voices. During those occasions when their relationship was intimate, she recalled their loving between stops, time enough to remove their knickers after the first station. Time enough to spend the interludes between later stops engaged in mutual oral sex to the rhythm of the wheels, their clothing bunched up at head and toe to reveal their young breasts and bright white trainers. They had always been lucky.

Lauren focused again on the landscape, pleased that the little houses had given way to countryside. A squeal from Emma brought her thoughts back inside. Emma scrambled back towards her brother, away from the door, away from the outstretched hand.

"It's OK, I'm not going to hurt you." the guard said quietly. He sat beside her as she pushed back against her brother's chest.

"Go away!" she commanded, her eyes fearful, tracking his hands.

"Hey, stop this!" said Jamie, anger evident in his voice. The guard took no notice of Jamie, touching her knee as though it was hot and might burn his fingers. He smiled, pleased with his new-found conquest. His hand slipped up her thigh as she leapt up in the middle of the carriage, shaking him off, sneering as though a dog had accidentally urinated on her. "Go on, get out!" shouted Jamie, pointing to the door. Lauren watched their faces intently.

"No, I have sex with this girl." said the old man gruffly. His mood changed slightly, irritation setting in as though she was a prize to which he had every right. "Sit!" Emma and Jamie slowly returned to their side of the carriage. He moved towards Lauren, watching the others closely. "Take it out" he commanded, nodding at her and then his groin.

Lauren glared at him, her chin shuddering from the onset of tears. She felt her sphincter tighten, anger and adrenaline surging through her tense body. Her eyes darted from his groin to his holster and back again. She shook her head, whimpering.

"No, I can't"

"Do it!" he shouted. Turning to Jamie he snarled "You, take her shorts down!" as Emma again backed up against her brother, her thin legs and the flash of white knicker from within her shorts affecting the old man visibly. He giggled, eyes widening with childish awe as he stood in front of Lauren and pointed to his zip. Lauren remained motionless, turning to stare out of the window, her peripheral vision acutely aware of his proximity. Slowly, he reached down to his side and withdrew his gun. It shook slightly in his hand and he seemed to need both hands and all his concentration to control it.

Lauren watched her hand extend towards the old man in absolute disbelief. Pure misery enveloped her like a damp mist. She reached out and found the tag of his zipper, sniffed wetly and pulled it down. She looked up from his grey underpants and into his dim eyes, then across to Emma. The guard followed her lead, glaring at Jamie until he slipped to the floor and began to tug at his sister's shorts. Emma squealed, squirming on the seat, freezing suddenly as the gun waved in front of her face. Jamie slipped her shorts down over her knees, the indentation of her pussy clearly defined underneath her thin, cream- coloured knickers.

"Open you legs, let me see you pussy, little girl!" he sneered, now waving the gun back at Lauren. Emma's young legs stretched, falling flat against the seat with the suppleness of youth. Lauren undid the button securing his trousers and flicked it, watching with dismay as the rest of his underpants were revealed. The trousers bunched at his feet and he carefully stepped out, waiting for Lauren's hand to slip under his underpants and find his rigid cock.

"Now her knickers, take them off! Want to see her little pussy!" he said with glee.

"No! No, don't!" Emma screamed, her hands tight between her thighs, covering her vagina as she frantically looked at the others for assistance and support. Lauren stopped, wondering if the noise might have alerted other passengers, soldiers even, who could have offered help. But the relentless clanking of the train as it ambled on to San Falino merely marked out their path to misery. The guard giggled, his breathing short and irregular.

"You!" he snorted, glaring at Lauren. She touched his cock, warm, solid, wet at the end from his excitement. He nodded at her; she slowly obliged and he stepped from his underpants, waving the gun at Jamie to signal that he should get on with his wishes. Jamie was shaking, anger turning to rage as he slipped his fingers into the elastic of his sister's knickers and pulled down along her legs. The little slit was almost hairless, unyielding of its treasure, closed to traffic. Emma sobbed quietly, legs tight together once again, pure venom in her eyes as she watched his every move.

The guard stood there, dumbstruck at the sight. Lauren wondered what he had expected, and if there was any possibility now that he would decide that Emma was too young. But slowly, he returned to reality and pulled Lauren to the other seats so that both she and Jamie were either side of his little victim.

"Get her wet" he said, smiling at Jamie. "Use your tongue on her!" Lauren was convinced that almost all his conversation came from men's magazines, its predictability and lack of genuine emotion grating against Lauren's senses. He grabbed Jamie by the hair and pushed him against the seat so that his face rested inches from the little girl's vagina. "Part her legs and lick!" he shouted, the gun again wobbling in the air.

"No, please don't make him, please!" sniffed Emma.

"Look, she's only thirteen!" said Jamie.

"Shut up, you. Get on with it!"

Jamie slid forward between her legs, his tongue extending until the tip touched her labia. Emma inhaled sharply, her head now back against the seat, eyes fluttering closed. Jamie licked, generating saliva and dribbling it over her pussy lips.

Lauren watched as the old guard peered over Jamie's shoulder, stroking his raging cock as he saw the young boy's tongue disappear between her secret folds. She wondered if he might come before he entered her, giving a possible way out and saving Emma from the battering that she would otherwise receive. Lauren grimaced as Emma gripped her thighs, pulling her legs further apart as her brother flicked around, teasing slowly as her labia parted, swelled and rejoiced. Suddenly, she had a wonderful idea, and, reaching forward, took hold of the man's cock, pulling him towards her and away from Emma. She wet her lips and lowered her head towards his cock, looking into his eyes as she licked slowly along his shaft with as much lust as possible.

He groaned with pleasure, watching Lauren's head bob up and down while her hand wrapped around the base of his cock. She almost gagged at the smell and the reminder, as if any was required, of her ordeal at the hands of the soldiers. Snippets of information flicked through her mind, filling gaps in her memory, seizing her attention so vividly that she faltered. The guard pushed her back to her seat and turned again to Emma.

"OK, that's enough." He moved between her legs, grabbing behind her knees and pulling up so that her trainers rested flat on the seat and her pussy was over the edge.

"No! Leave me alone!" shrieked Emma, her hands covering her vagina.

"Shut up, little girl! You!" he shouted, indicating Jamie, "You sit the other side and hold her still!" he said as he balanced against the motion of the train. With his gun in his right hand on the back of the seat, he felt along Emma's thighs, his rough old fingers sampling the angelic softness of her skin. Crudely, he pushed her hands aside and grabbed her pubic mound, cupping it, sliding his fingers between her inner lips and rummaging around. He giggled once again.

"Now, you, hold my cock and guide it in" he said to Lauren. She slowly obliged, shaking her head in protest, her attention split between the gun and his weapon as it neared Emma's vagina. He groaned quietly, fascinated as the tip of his cock pushed the lips of her vagina out of its path. "Good, now hold her legs. Tight, mind you! Right up high!"

Her pussy was far from ready, the little labia tight with only the slightest indication of arousal. He pushed experimentally into Emma, his thick cock disappearing, veins proud and throbbing as he began to stroke in half way and out again. Emma screamed, truly in pain. Lauren rested her head against her shoulder, consoling her as she gripped her thigh tightly. She could see the man's cock emerging and re-entering, slick with Jamie's saliva and red from the tight grip of Emma's vagina. Occasionally, his cock fell out of the youngster, revealing the angry red knob and the foreskin stretched right back along his length. Lauren looked up, noting that Jamie was also entranced by the sight of the punishment his sister was receiving. Lauren felt fingers digging into her shoulders as Emma tried to stifle the pain. The seat squeaked in time with the guard as his pace increased and Emma's face contorted, mouth open from the pain inflicted by a man four or maybe five times her age.

"No, please, stop!" screamed Emma, her eyes screwed up in pain and her body shaking. "For Christ's sake, stop!"

"Shut up!" he sneered in between breaths. "Oh yes, that's it, hold her legs right up high, I'm coming!" He pushed furiously into her, battering her pubic mound as his stomach and thighs squashed her delicate frame. Emma's feet now touched the back of the seat, held in place by the Jamie and Lauren, breasts squashed against her knees. Her pussy pointed towards the ceiling, skewered by his fat cock to the rhythm of the track. He now penetrated her fully, irregularly, unable to pace or control himself, the gun still wobbling above them. He made a feeble attempt to push a finger into her anus but failed as his orgasm began the steady climb to satisfaction. Pausing, he tried to calm himself, watching the baby-like pussy lips following his shaft as it moved fractions of an inch up and down. Evidently he realised that he was out of control as he battered her once again, his face registering total surprise as he pushed himself way over the edge and into oblivion.

"Ah! Yes, Oh God, that's it!" he groaned, pausing briefly before slowly pumping again. His cock emerged each time with a trail of his seed, and each thrust pushed more out between her lips. He continued pumping for what seemed like an age and the rage building inside Lauren was about to erupt into protest when he finally withdrew and slumped on the opposite seat, his erection rapidly subsiding. Smiling inanely to himself, he reached down to the floor and picked up Emma's knickers, wiping his sweaty brow and slick cock before throwing them over to her. Emma cried loudly, fighting nausea as she slowly lowered her legs. Her red-raw pussy was covered in his cum, a sheen of his relief smeared over her thin thighs. She slowly curled up, turning huddled in a ball against Lauren, sobbing and shaking. Lauren held her tight, glaring, mouthing silent words while the old man gathered his underpants and returned his gun to the holster. 

He dressed quickly, unlocked the door and, after looking both ways along the corridor, left without a word.

"Hey, there there. It's over" said Lauren, rocking her gently. She wrapped her arms around Emma, smoothing her hair from her puffed-up eyes, watching the little girl's mouth billowing in her fight against nausea. Lauren looked up and caught Jamie's eye. He looked dumbfounded, embarrassed. "Hey, there's nothing you could have done. He had the gun!" she said, returning her attention to Emma.

Jamie was silent, shaking his head, glancing occasionally at his sister. He stood, opened a suitcase and found some clean underwear for her. Handing the knickers to Lauren, he turned his back as the little girl wiped herself on her dirty underwear and absently dressed. She touched his arm as she cuddled up against Lauren once again and laid her head in her lap.

"It's OK." she sobbed, "It's OK". Jamie shrugged and sat down once again, moved by the occasion and awkward in his inability to assist. Lauren avoided his stare, consumed in her pity for the girl and terror of what the next hours might bring. It occurred to her momentarily that Jamie might blame her for failing to protect his sister. She looked up to see him staring out of the window. No wiser, she returned her attention to Emma's blonde hair, consoling her, praying that the sobbing would subside. The smell of the man lingered, that unwashed, fishy smell that she remembered from boyfriends of years past. A young boy in particular. Maybe called Jules, or Jacques. She could see him, pictured on his bed. She had no idea how she had been persuaded to go there, but she had and he had assumed that she was visiting for sex and nothing else.

He had groped her and more out of curiosity, she had pushed her hand inside his trousers. She smiled at the thought. She must have been fourteen of fifteen. All she remembered after that was that he had shuddered and come over her hand almost immediately. Then spent the next ten minutes apologising and trying to kiss her. Plus the next few weeks calling her to ask for another date. But the smell on her hand seemed to remain for days. Whenever she sneezed, or rubbed her face, or even brought a fork to her mouth, she was reminded of him and his lack of control. The train shuddered her back into the present.

"Now what?" asked Jamie rhetorically. He stood and peered carefully towards the front of the train. Unable to see any further, he pulled down the window and cautiously leaned out. He pulled back quickly, panicking. "Soldiers. They're surrounding the train!"

Emma bolted upright as Lauren leapt to her feet. She spun round and heaved their luggage from the overhead racks. The brakes squealed loudly.

"I don't like this. We're at everyone's mercy!" she stammered, checking the locks on the suitcases. Her hands were shaking as the train came to a halt. She dashed to the window and cautiously peered out. The train had stopped in what looked like a plantation of some sort. Tall green plants grew densely from the edge of the track into the distance. There were maybe two dozen uniformed soldiers around the engine at the front, their rifles pointed up towards the driver and the first two coaches. They appeared to be moving to the other side of the track, disappearing under the train. Eventually, one soldier remained, standing guard. A shot rang out, ricocheting off metal. The guard sank to the ground, out of sight.

"Shit, that's it. I think we should get off and run for it!" She looked at the children, waiting for a response. They shrugged almost in unison. She opened the door and threw the suitcase out into the plantation. Lauren watched it spin in the air and land softly in the undergrowth. It was further down than she had thought, and while she remembered seeing too many films of people jumping from trains, she had never really taken notice of how it should be done. A second, then a third shot pushed her into action. "I'll go first. Jump quickly after me, I'll try and catch you!" she said, turning towards the sugar cane. With her feet over the threshold of the door, she pushed off, her arms flailing as she tried to maintain her balance.

Lauren landed well, sliding down the coarse gravel beside the track until she rolled into the cane. Grabbing a trunk, she stopped and turned, listening for shouts or new gunfire.

"Come on, Emma, now you!" she hissed. Emma jumped with grace, her thin legs together and her blonde hair trailing as she collapsed onto the side of the embankment. Jamie followed close behind, landing heavily and rolling out of control into the roots of the sugar cane.

"OK?" asked Lauren, steadying Jamie. He shook his head, winded from the fall. She glanced over at Emma, noticing that her legs were cut in many places, small trickles of blood appearing amongst the patches of dirt. Lauren had lacerations on her hands where she had broken her fall in the gravel.


Chapter 46

She looked up to see where they had been. The door towered above them, seemingly an impossible height from the ground. She was amazed how a single gunshot could bring out Olympic qualities in people. Aches penetrated her thoughts, especially in her lower back and Emma moved stiffly ahead into the dense growth.

"Wait, don't go too far. Grab the case and let's make sure we're out of sight" she whispered. Turning back to Jamie, she nodded at him, pulling him roughly away from the tracks, ignoring the grimace on his face. She caught up with Emma a few meters in front and pulled her to the ground, anxious above everything to keep the two children in her sight. Further gunfire rattled behind them and they instinctively ducked, crouching even lower as they scurried deeper into the dense green field.

After five minutes, they decided that they were clear of any danger that the soldiers had presented, and flopped onto the ground. The suitcase and their clothes were marked with dark green lines from the sugar cane; their sweaty faces bore witness to the heat of the day and their flight from danger. Panting, they rested, listening all the time to the sounds above them. Lauren looked across to Jamie, who had taken the lead in their trek once had had regained his breath. His face was bleeding from scratches that he had gained from the leaves. Her opinion of him wavered between that of a part-time wimp and someone who simply needed spurring into action to deliver his best. She knew, somewhat selfishly of course, that she was more than grateful to have him with them in their hour of need.

"What was in the other suitcase?" asked Lauren

"Most of the food, I think." replied Jamie, looking at the small case beside him. "This has only got shirts and shoes." Lauren heart sank. Something told her that she really needed to eat, rest and change her clothes. Her watch said eight twenty. Darkness would be with them in less than an hour. She watched as Jamie opened the case and rummaged around. "Hey, a torch! Some biscuits, a can of lemonade." Lauren shrugged. It was better than nothing.

"I think we'll have to stay here tonight. There's no point walking through this stuff, we'd probably go round in circles."

And so they settled down for the night, each of them staring up at the greying night sky. Nobody slept. A shooting star just before eleven o'clock was greeted with a chorus of "Ooh!" that both suprised and amused them. By midnight, Emma and Lauren had curled up with their heads on one end of the suitcase, and Jamie lay at the other. Thoughts of ants, snakes and other man-eating animals were banished as the problems of the world gave way to the mysteries of sleep. If soldiers had been looking for them, they would have found their quarry at about three forty-five the next morning simply by listening, when Lauren rolled off the suitcase, snuggled down into the dirt and snored loudly.

They woke just before the sun lit the sky. Great black birds circled over their little hideaway, not menacingly, but nevertheless enough to spur the children into activity.

"Shit, I ache all over" stated Jamie to the heavens. He stretched loudly, remembered his predicament and covered his mouth with his hand. His eyes scanned the thick greenery for motion, finally coming to rest on Lauren's breasts. She felt the boy's attention, and with amusement turned to Emma, stroking her hair. She remembered waking up next to Jim on a number of wonderful occasions. There was something marvelous, wholesome, in rolling over in bed to find someone who has been with you all night. It was possible, she thought, to separate the love-making and sleep as two individual events, each of them a statement and source of fulfillment. Jim had always snuggled up behind her in the morning, reaching round to cup her breasts, his cock laying between her buttocks. She recalled one morning they had made love after a night of heavy passion. He had phoned his college, citing sickness, before ravaging her. The thought of his strong, thick cock as he walked   back into the room, naked, made her bubble inside. God, she thought, they were both so randy that day. That was the first time that he had put his finger inside her bottom and she thought her orgasm was somehow going to blow her to pieces.

"South must be the way to go, right? Towards the border?" she asked. Jamie looked away, confused as Lauren folded her arms over her nipples. It was cooler than she liked. Emma stirred silently on the ground, her clothing filthy from where she had tossed and turned throughout the night. Lauren knew they all looked dreadful, their faces streaked from dust and sweat.

"Hmm, sun rises in the east, so sort of that way". He stood and walked uneasily off. "I'm just going over here, to the toilet."

Lauren did the same, walking only a few meters in the opposite direction before flicking the button on her jeans and dropping them to her ankles. Perhaps in another situation, she might have simply pulled her clothes down and hoped to miss, but with the shortage of clean underwear, she decided to take no chances. She looked around, half hoping for something to make the job easier, but reconciled herself to discarding her jeans and, after looking in all directions, stuck her thumbs in the elastic of her knickers, pushed them to her ankles and stepped out. She delighted in the feeling of nakedness, of abandonment as the morning breeze caressed her pussy. Squatting, with one hand to her side to steady herself , she relaxed and urinated. The crack of twigs beside her made her jump.

"Oh, for Christ's sake, Emma!" she hissed, wobbling.

"It's only me, I have to do the same." Emma's eyes traced the path from Lauren's ankles up to the dark cleft between her legs and down to the damp soil beneath. Lauren felt a twinge ripple deep in her stomach. Without hesitation, Emma dropped her jeans and knickers on top of Lauren's and squatted a few feet away, facing her squarely. Lauren remained motionless, her bladder complaining about the interruption, as she watched Emma hold on to a thick sugar cane and spread her legs slightly. As she looked down, a strong stream hissed from her young pussy, causing her to giggle slightly. She looked up at Lauren and smiled, sweetly. "Go on, you don't have to stop, you know!"

With some effort, Lauren managed to a trickle, spurts hitting the ground while Emma continued to display all the abandon and lack of embarrassment Lauren found so endearing. The little girl stood as she finished, wondering what she could use to wipe herself. She gave up, leaning against a cane as she watched Lauren finish.

"Emma!" said Lauren, pouting.

"What?"

"Don't stare! It's not nice!" she said, pulling her knickers back up.

"But..we're both girls, aren't we?" asked Emma, still leaning against the cane. Lauren watched as her hand slowly brushed over the hem of her T-Shirt and found the soft skin of her flat belly. Her fingers were splayed dramatically, the middle one inches from the soft folds of her labia. It descended, Lauren's eyes bulging in their sockets as she suddenly realised what the girl was going to do.

"Emma, stop it! Come on, get dressed, we've got to make a lot of progress today."

"I dreamed about you last night" she said, bending effortlessly to pick up her knickers. Lauren watched as her taut buttocks parted to reveal her pussy. "I dreamed that we were high up a mountain, together. And we kissed for ages. All night. I think I came in my sleep!"

"Emma! Why are you behaving like this?"

"Lori, don't run out on us. Please!" She edged closer to Lauren, holding her arm.

"Why would I do that?"

"Because it's dangerous, and we're probably going to get captured sometime." Lauren wrapped her arms around her, feeling Emma's knickers sliding down between them to the ground. The heat from the girl's pussy radiated through her, their soft skin gliding together. Emma's leg slipped between hers without resistance and she felt the girl's hands grip her buttocks.

"Emma, it's OK, it's OK. I'm staying. And if I could leave, I'd take you with me." She patted her on the back. With superhuman effort she resisted the urge to kiss her lips. The thought crossed her mind several times in the space of five seconds that they might be able to make love right there. But some remnant of rationality suggested that Jamie was sure to try and find them if they didn't return in a few minutes, and anyway, with only dirt to lie on, it promised to be somewhat uncomfortable.

The drug of lust wafted over her, arguing that the smell of urine and morning breath was easily outweighed by the freshness, youth and pure sexuality of the girl in her arms. Mother's voice boomed from above.

"I thought you escaped from the train?"

"We did!"

"How did you get captured again?"

"Easy. I was making love to the little girl in my charge in a sugar plantation at half past five in the morning. She yelped so loud as I slid my tongue into her wonderful little pussy that the soldiers found us. It could have happened to anyone, Mum!"

Kissing her on the forehead, she pushed away, turning back to find her own clothes. She sensed that Emma was dressing as well, and deliberately pulled her knickers and jeans up slowly. "Come on, biscuits and Pepsi for breakfast today" she said with as much enthusiasm as she could muster.

For the next hour they cautiously headed in a southerly direction, lugging the suitcase in turns out of the plantation. The dense greenery gave way to a sparse hillside, criss- crossed with dirt tracks that led to single story houses. Their brilliant red-tiled roofs shone as the sun rose over the hills, catching the tree-tops, rousing nature. Lauren felt hungry once again. The biscuits had tasted horrible first thing in the morning, although none of them had felt it necessary to complain. The thought of breaking into one of the houses crossed her mind, but dogs roaming around and the chance of being seen dissuaded her.

Jamie and Lauren carried the luggage alternately, leaving Emma to trail behind. Threading their way cautiously from one hamlet to the next, Lauren could only believe that they looked highly suspicious. Adding to her concern was the lack of other refugees. Occasionally they saw other small groups, but they looked like local people who were out for a morning stroll rather than natives fleeing advancing armies. God knows how she would explain removing the children from their house, exposing them to danger, if the war had finished days ago. However, they continued silently, and by eight o'clock were hot, tired and thoughts of being lost surfaced. The sun was on their left, which made sense in Lauren's mind. But they had no idea of knowing if they were out of San Falino.

"Can we stop?" whined Emma. Without discussion, they flopped down beneath an old tree that shaded them from the sun. "Phew, it's hot" said Emma, wafting her T-Shirt in and out. Dark patches of sweat stuck the material to her back.

"Jeans are the wrong thing for this weather, but if we wear shorts we'll get scratched or bitten to bits! I don't know what's worse, the mosquitoes or the brambles" said Lauren, staring up through the leaves.

"We haven't got shorts, remember? They were in the other suitcase." said Jamie, demonstrating that the handle on the survivor was near the end of it's life. A search of the suitcase confirmed Lauren's fears. Shoes, a few more packets of biscuits, cans without a can opener, paper cups, socks for every occasion and a torch. No underwear, maps, sun cream or anything practical. They chatted for a few minutes, avoiding the obvious problems of the morning, until a pair of jets streaked across the sky.

"Come on, let's keep going!" said Emma, fear in her voice. Lauren knew that they were all thinking about the previous jets and the blast in the swimming pool. The urge to move away was from the unseen bomb was overpowering.

By eleven they were tired, filthy dirty and fed up. The suitcase had given up very shortly after they broke camp. The biscuits were eaten immediately on the understanding that they would stop at the first cafe for lunch but each bend in the track brought more of the barren, parched landscape. Emma dragged her feet, shuffling along, falling further behind. Lauren's pretence of energy and enthusiasm dwindled with every yard they took until she decided that it was noon, and time to stop. The track came to a major cross- roads, a meeting point marked by an enormous tree and what looked like the source of a river.   "Oh yeah, look at this water!" squealed Emma, running down the slight incline to the edge of the stream. She knelt down and tested it's temperature. Satisfied, she scooped handfuls of water up and washed her face. Lauren watched as Jamie joined his sister, splashing and fooling with the water. Their clothes became soaked but that was the last of their problems that morning. After scanning the bushes all around, she joined them, washing and delighting in the feel of the cool clear water against her skin.

"Emma, you're drenched!" she exclaimed.

"So what. It'll dry in minutes. Anyway, so is Jamie!" she giggled, splashing Lauren with a jet of water that her expression suggested was much bigger than she had intended. Their T-shirts clung to their bodies, and Lauren felt her jeans slowly cooling as water seeped through to her knickers. The water fight lasted less than a minute, but provide welcome relief from the heat of the day and the tensions of their flight. A glance at Emma confirmed her suspicions, the little girl's nipples unashamedly erect, pushing out against her T- Shirt. Jamie had noticed as well and once again had his eyes on Lauren's breasts.

"Shh!" hissed Lauren, looking across the stream into the undergrowth.

"What?" laughed Jamie.

"Shh! I heard something. Like a radio!" Her face grew deadly serious, and the children turned to follow her gaze. Across the stream, maybe fifty feet away, was a soldier, busily walking and talking into a radio handset.

"Shit, back to the road, slowly and carefully. Now!" They climbed the embankment, their fear compounded by the sound of a truck coming from the right along the track. Jamie turned to Lauren, looking for advice. Emma sobbed, clinging to Lauren. "Hey, it's OK. Let's just sit down so there's no misunderstanding. We've done nothing wrong, have we?"

The heavy, dark green military truck rounded the bend, pulled up inches from their feet and cut it's engine. Lauren's heart pounded in her chest, racing as Emma's grip on her arm tightened. The driver's door opened and a young soldier jumped to the ground.

"Where are you three going?"

"We're heading south, along the track!" replied Lauren, pointing to the path that she wished she was on that very moment. Jamie and Emma nodded in support. The soldier looked at them carefully.

"You French?"

"Swiss."

"Where are you from?"

"Boquette!" offered Emma, returning the soldier's smile. Lauren watched his eyes, darting across the little girl's body as a sickening feeling grew in her stomach. She glared at Emma.

"Wait here! It's not safe for you to travel on these tracks, we can't protect you!" He turned and mounted the cab once again, took the radio and spoke. The children strained to catch snippets of conversation, but the cicadas and macaws drowned out the content. The radio fell silent, and he concerned himself with writing on a clipboard. Lauren would have sold her soul for even a glimpse. Her hands shook as he opened the door and landed at her feet. To her surprise, the sound of another truck grew in the distance.

"We're moving you out. The enemy will be pushed into these hills in the next few days."

"But where?" demanded Lauren, horrified.

"One of our international staff will take care of you. That's her truck arriving now." "You're lucky", he added, turning to open his truck door before clambering back up behind the wheel "You might have had to wait hours!" The indication that Lauren's outburst lacked the expected level of gratitude was not missed. They turned to watch the second truck pull up just short of the water. A young woman jumped down gaily from the seat. Dressed in army uniform, she bounced across the dirt towards them. Her dark glasses and cap hid most of her features, but Lauren noticed the clear complexion and confident elegance in her walk.

"Hey, who have we here?" she asked, inspecting her new troops.

"I'm Lauren, this is Jamie, and his sister Emma. We're going south, to Venezuela."

"Well, not today you're not. Most likely you'll wait a week or two before it'll be safe." she stated. Emma turned away from her, staring down at the ground.

"We'll just keep on walking then" said Jamie.

"Hmm, you can if you want, but we know there are guerrillas in the hills four and a half miles southwest of here. Not friendly to anyone, especially young girls." The tone of her voice closed down any response.

"Where are we going then?" asked Lauren. She stared at the woman's sunglasses, wondering what lurked behind. She had very dark, straight hair that had been stuffed up under her beret. Twenty four, maybe twenty five. Nice white teeth.

"Back to a sort of camp for non-residents. I manage it." Lauren detected a hint of authority, mixed with a public relations smile. Unusual, she thought, for such a small, poor country that was engaged in civil war as a result of even basic amenities. "From there you'll be escorted either to your embassy, or if the fighting ends, back to your house."

She turned and walked back to the truck, clearly expecting instant movement. Lauren looked at Jamie and shrugged, responding to the obvious question. The woman turned, feigning surprise that they hadn't immediately fallen in behind her. Lauren detected her annoyance and rose.

"Is there a phone there?"

"Yep. Well, there was this morning! Come on, hop in the back, it's about thirty minutes. Maybe you'll have company before we get there. You're the second group I found today."

Lauren made her way to the back of the truck and helped Jamie up. She was surprised to discover that Emma wasn't right behind her, and retraced her steps to find her sitting watching the stream.

"What's up?"

She shrugged. "Don't feel well"

"Oh come on. It's got to be better than walking through the hills in this heat. Come and rest. You'll feel fine soon."

The woman reappeared. "Just as I thought. Probably never even had dirt underneath her nails. Any of you!"

"I don't want to go. I want to walk!" hissed Emma.

"Emma, what's up? Eh"

"Nothing!" The silence. She picked up a stone from the ground and threw it into the water.

"Come on, we can snuggle down in the back of the truck. Then maybe get washed back at this camp. That would be nice, wouldn't it?" said Lauren, helping her to her feet. Slowly, they made their way to the back and accepted Jamie's hand to clamber aboard. The truck shuddered into motion, turning round and retracing it's route down the track. They didn't meet anyone else, and both Lauren and Emma managed to doze in the back as it wound it's way back onto major roads. Jamie stared out of the back, watching the road appear beneath him. The short shadows from the trees barely reached into the road.




Chapter 47

Lauren woke to find herself being shaken by the woman while Emma and Jamie looked down at her.

"Wakey wakey, we're here. Follow me and I'll find out which rooms you three can have." She disappeared round the side of the truck, Jamie closely behind. Lauren swung off the back and landed hard on the ground, her limbs tight and aching.

"Ow, shit!" she moaned. Looking up to find a target for her wrath, she discovered she was in the grounds of a wonderfully old house. Huge, grey flag stones climbed from the driveway forming steps up to a single grey door. Either side of the two-story house were bay windows trimmed with magnificent white climbing roses. The tiled grey roof rose to a high apex, just below three huge trees that offered shade from the sun. She heard the sound of water in the distance and could see bees buzzing between the roses and colourful borders around the grounds. A glimmer of a smile spread across her face as she limped off towards the children and their new found benefactor.

"Lauren, right?" asked the woman.

"Yes. What a beautiful house. Is it yours?"

"My uncles. I'm using it for Nationalist work during the conflict. Now, my name's Maria" she announced, pulling the beret from her head. Her hair remained pinned up but Lauren noticed the dark shine of absolute health. Emma continued to sulk, staring out of the window. "I have to make sure your government knows you're here. They can then make arrangements to have you collected or whatever. Have you all got passports? I assume you have?"

"Yes, but my father always said never to let your passport out of your sight." said Jamie, feeling the back of his jeans.

"He's right. All I want to do is photocopy the first five pages. Then I'll let you have them back. Any time today is fine. Are you all Swiss nationals?" she asked, removing her sunglasses before reading from her clipboard. In profile, she was very elegant in Lauren's opinion. Her skin was indeed without a blemish, and her nose seemed perfectly proportioned. The dark hair, eyebrows and long eyelashes gave her a cultured, refined look. Maria looked up at them from her register, waiting for an answer. They nodded. "OK, follow me, I'll show you where you'll be staying. Presently there's only one other group, and I expect them to move out tomorrow afternoon. Lauren and, er, what's the little girl's name?"

"Emma" said Lauren, taking in the rest of her features. She was gorgeous, her white smile flashing, lighting her round face, contrasting against her tan. Lauren's eyes followed her neck, down over her breasts to the slim, belted waist. Mentally, she unpinned her hair and watched as her face and shoulders were framed to perfection. She allowed her gratitude and respect for Maria to mingle with less honorable feelings.

"OK, Lauren and Emma will share room 4. Jamie, you can have room 7 on the other side of the house. Come on, follow me!" she said, eyes flashing as she strode off down the corridor and up the stairs. Lauren watched as she easily doubled up to the top, waiting for her guests. The rooms were furnished with twin beds, a dressing table with drawers, plus a small bathroom that overlooked the back garden. Jamie's room also had two beds, similar furniture, bathroom and lack of luxuries.

Their downstairs tour included the lounge, a large yet dark room with a single pink sofa, two or three old red chairs and very European floral wallpaper. The room smelt as though the windows hadn't been opened for years. Lauren noticed the old rotary phone in the corner with delight. There was one other bathroom, close to Lauren's room. It was by far the most modern, with a whirlpool, separate shower and rich carpeting on the floor. The kitchen was light and bright, with large pots, pans and utensils hanging from huge hooks in the ceiling and a beige tiled floor and marble worktops. It had clearly been extended to make room for a breakfast area that doubled as an airy conservatory. Finally, Maria pointed out the door to the basement, remarking that there was little down there except storage. As the tour concluded, Lauren realised that the house was much larger than she would have thought from outside.

"Breakfast is at eight o'clock," she continued, "lunch at twelve and dinner at six. There's a radio in the kitchen along with a phone. There is a television, but not good reception except for local channels. There's a few videos of my uncles, mostly travel stuff, I think. And there are plenty of books in the lounge. In the garden there's an exercise barn that my uncle is sort of converting at the moment." She paused for questions, and found silence and smiles. "Good! Let's have a late lunch, say at two o'clock, that will give you a chance to shower. There should be some clothes in your rooms. See you then!" She turned on her heel and swished out of the kitchen.

The girls returned to their room with the suitcase, tipped the contents on the nearest bed and surveyed the dismal contents.

"This means we've only really got what we have on now to wear, you know!" said Lauren, looking down at herself. Her face screwed up in displeasure. "We'll have to wash everything every night for the next day. What a pain!"

"I'm going to shower" announced Emma, peeling her T-Shirt over her head. The deep seated surge of pleasure bubbled through Lauren once again, her heart responding predictably to the lack of a bra. Emma's small breasts were crowned by her sleeping nipples, ready to be caressed, tweaked and brought to attention. Lauren averted her gaze just before Emma's head emerged from the T- Shirt. Pretending to tidy their belongings away, she caught several glimpses of the youngster as her jeans dropped to the floor and she sat down on the bed. Pulling her legs up alternately, she removed her white socks and threw them on the floor. Her small, tight knickers stretched round her slim buttocks and looked like they cut almost painfully into the tops of her legs. She stood, and Lauren watched her buttocks twitch as she strolled into the bathroom.

"Hey, I found my washing things!" shouted Lauren happily.

"Good, any soap?" Emma turned to her from the doorway and slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers. She stopped, waiting for a reply.

"Yep. Hairbrush, plasters, toothpaste and toothbrush. Scissors, comb, antiseptic cream and other bits."

"Glad I didn't have to carry all that!" she quipped, pushing her knickers down over her knees. She slipped her toes into them and flicked them up, catching them cleanly. Lauren saw the traces of pubic hair that had grown once again, just below the temptation of her breasts and flatness of her belly. Emma sat on the toilet and chatted away as she relieved herself. Lauren was torn between wandering into the room to talk to her as she washed and simply waiting, letting what was sure to happen at a more leisurely pace. Given that they had lunch in less than forty-five minutes, and the sudden realisation that they would be in the same room for however long it took to contact their embassy, Lauren decided that time was on her side, and lay down on the bed, chatting to Emma as she stared at the ceiling. Her thoughts of the young girl's body tormented her, partially satisfied with brief glimpses of her as she stood from the toilet, stretched loudly, bent to adjust the shower mat and eventually dried herself both in the bathroom and beside the bed.

"Look what I found" said Lauren, opening one of the drawers in the dressing table. "Army shirts"

"Hmm, they look big!" said Emma, sitting down, still naked, on the side of the bed.

"There's lots. I expect we can borrow one or two. Here's a medium, try that on"

Lauren stood and slipped off her own T-Shirt, followed by her bra. Her breasts itched from the heat and confinement, and she massaged them with as much dignity as she could without being provocative. Emma stared. Grabbing a shirt, she undid the buttons and slipped it on, pleased that while it was a bit big, it offered clean, cool clothing. It also descended mid-thigh, which meant that while they were in the bedroom, she could remove her kickers and wash them.

"These are fine, right?" suggested Lauren.

"Yeah!" said Emma, grabbing a shirt. She threw it on the bed and finished unashamedly running the towel between her legs. "Nobody at home has got these. Perhaps I can get a picture of me in it!"

Lauren slid out of her jeans and knickers, knowing full well that Emma was happily staring at her. "Ugh!" she snarled. "Look, the dye has run in my jeans, my legs are all blue where we splashed all that water this morning!"

Emma touched her thighs as though expecting something sticky. Her fingers were inches from Lauren's pussy as the two looked at each other. Lauren shook her head gently, smiling as she reached out and touched the side of her face.

"Shh! I'm all smelly." But rather than walking towards the shower, her willpower briefly lapsed and she pulled the girl's head against her stomach, holding her head tight. Emma responded quickly by wrapping her arms around her buttocks and legs.

"Oh Lori, I think we're safe for a while." Silence for several seconds as Lauren watched her, moving slightly as though she might be crying. "Thanks for looking after us!"

"That's OK. Come on, I need to get washed. Stay there and talk to me?"

Lauren wandered into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She really wanted to go to the toilet but had no intention of going again in front of anyone. She showered slowly, trying hard to get rid of the blue stain around the tops of her legs and above her pubic hair. She realised that there was a feint band of blue around her stomach from the waistband of the jeans and cursed her luck. Obviously it would come off with time, but it looked horrible. They chatted as she washed, Emma sitting eventually on the toilet lid, babbling happily about their journey and their luck. Lauren emerged squeaky clean, dripping onto the floor as she toweled herself dry.

She looked at Emma carefully with a strange feeling that she hardly knew the girl, much less had been her lover. There was a great deal of ground in her mind that would have to be covered before they shared the same bed again. Perhaps the war had changed their relationship. It had certainly taught Lauren a few things about herself, a fact that she was proud to admit. Deciding that there was no point in covering herself from another girl, she parted her legs slightly as she dried her pussy and the tight crack of her buttocks. Apart from the blue tinge to her thighs and stomach, she decided that she still looked reasonable, her tan extending from her trim breasts down passed the triangle of dark hair over her silky thighs to her toes. Emma certainly seemed to approve and barely took her eyes off the soft curves of her figure.

Dressed and clean, the two girls giggled as they emerged into the hallway. In their new regulation shirts, without shoes and socks, they made their way downstairs in search of food and life.

Maria didn't object to the use of the shirts, and after the first day, Jamie joined in, although he continued to wear his jeans as well. The phone turned out to be barred from long distance and operator connected calls, so Lauren settled down to write to her parents and the Swiss Embassy in Venezuela, handing the letters to Maria to put in with the military mail the next day.

As she explored their new surroundings, the realisation hit her that the house was more secluded than she had originally thought, high in the hills with a breathtaking view in almost all directions. They met the other couple that Maria had mentioned, a girl and boy from a local village of about Emma's age, who were unrelated but both from families who were only temporarily resident. Their explanation in a mixture of languages was beyond the powers of Jamie and Lauren, but they seemed nice enough. They shared a room next to Emma and Lauren, which struck her as strange, but she thought it may have been busy when they were brought in. She knew they were both thankful for the help, and smiled at each other continually as though the best of friends.

Their first day at the house could only be described as relaxing and quiet. They were required to share chores like some of the cooking duties, cleaning, and expected to keep their rooms clean. Maria flitted around, talking on the phone, on the radio from the truck, or hustling soldiers who delivered food and other packages to her. Her mood softened the more she spoke to Lauren, until at the end of the second day, Lauren felt that she really seemed to want to speak to her, to almost crave her company.

They spent almost an hour together in the morning after breakfast. Lauren initially offered to lend a hand around the house, and Maria assigned her some menial duties that included filing, shifting boxes from the front door to the kitchen and cleaning. Once she was finished, Maria found her in the lounge sitting on the sofa and the two talked about anything and everything. Maria told her about her film production, an aborted career in public relations and her travels around the world. She had been to Switzerland, had fallen in love, married and been divorced in the space of four years. On occasions, Maria would touch Lauren's arm, adding sincerity to her words, seeking reassurance that when she said that men were bastards sometimes, it of course didn't include her boyfriend. To Lauren's surprise, she added that women were the same to each on occasions as well, which caused them both to laugh and read into the words whatever they liked.

Lauren, however, nodded continually, absorbing much of the woman's fascinating history, and digesting her rehearsed speech about the treacherous government, the brutality of the police state and the cause of the Nationalist forces. But Lauren detected, after listening for five minutes to Maria, that there were undertones of sincerity, based on her upbringing, the poverty surrounding her childhood, and the chance she had been offered to make something of her life. Lauren added occasional confirmations when prompted, watching the woman's lips as she spoke, the soft, dark outline of her hair, and the rise and fall of her chest as the drama and passion of her speech gathered to a crescendo.

"Lauren, through your upbringing, you've probably never been to bed hungry. You didn't have to go out and find food for your family when you were seven years old. Or look after your father." Lauren bowed her head, embarrassed at her life-style. "The people of this country have toiled for too long without their just rewards. Do you know, the top two percent of this country own ninety-three percent of the land?"

Lauren shrugged, looking around the room, wishing she could bring herself to tell Maria that she too had suffered problems during her childhood, and although not money- related, they had been indelibly etched in her mind. She could see in Maria's eyes the fire and force of the depth of her feelings, and felt the woman's silent accusations of leading a pampered, over-fed, guiltless life. Maria rose and swept out of the room, leaving Lauren to stare at the open door as her footsteps receded.

Just after lunch on the third day, Lauren found Maria and Emma deep in conversation in the breakfast area. Clearly the subject was not for her ears, because they were huddled close together across the table, but Emma emerged from the talks much happier than she had been since their arrival.

On two occasions, Maria had caught Lauren puffing up the stairs and joked about her fitness level. She suggested that Lauren join her on a daily workout of thirty minutes in the barn. Lauren found all manner of reasons to fob her off, but secretly visited the barn to see for herself what might be required. After all, if she was to be holed up for any length of time, any diversion from a daily diet of Spanish cartoons, unintelligible news and eating might be very welcome.

The barn was larger than a double garage but still small enough to feel at home. The cobbled floor had been covered in places to support exercise bikes and weight machines. A ladder led up to the old part of the hay loft that hadn't been touched. Windows had been put in to give the place more light and magnificent views of the hilly countryside. Lauren imagined it would be wonderful in the evening, as long as the mosquitoes didn't know about it.

But it was the fourth day that gave Lauren a surprise that disturbed her. Shortly after a marathon two hour chat with Maria, in which they had discussed the war, men, isolation in the hills and Maria's career before the military, Lauren took what had become a regular afternoon stroll round the grounds, leaving the others to watch television. She crossed the driveway and walked parallel to the low wall that marked the edge of the property.

Occasionally, small cars and trucks would pass her. She recognised the sound of the army truck approaching from behind and thought little of it. But as it passed, she saw a young man sitting in the back, leaning casually over the tailgate with a camera in his hands. Instantly, she knew him and waved, desperately trying to think where she had seen him. What was more surprising was that he waved back, happily to start with then his actions slowing to a stop, as though he had been told to sit down and behave. For ten minutes after the truck had crested the hill she still couldn't remember where she had seen him. Wandering back to the house she entered the lounge, absently piecing together glimpses of his face, trying to fit it to it's rightful environment.

"What's happening?" she asked, slumping into one of the over-sized red chairs. Jamie looked up briefly before telling her of the cease- fire and negotiations sponsored by the UN.

"Perhaps we'll see Mum and Dad?" said Emma, suddenly interested in politics. UN representatives were surrounded by reporters, reading from a letter that seemed to be good news.

"That's it. He's a reporter."

"Do what?" asked Jamie.

"The man I saw. He's a reporter!"

"Oh no, Lauren's had too much sun!" said Emma, still staring at the television.

"No, I saw him on the back of a truck just now."

"Yeah, time for your lie down!" added Jamie.   "I didn't see a truck" said Emma

"Not on the TV, up by the gate!"

"OK, whatever you say." said Jamie, returning to the television. Lauren smiled, recalling the episode on the airplane months ago. Hardly the right sort of person she thought for war-torn San Falino, but definitely someone she trusted at the time. God, the things she had told him. And the things that he had guessed absolutely correctly. About her and Nikki.

Maria brought her back to her senses as she strode into the room, bouncing on the soles of her feet. "OK, who's for a workout. Jamie, how are your muscles? Need toning up?"

"Ugh, no, I'm all right, thanks!" he replied, embarrassed by her question but still able to respond with lust in his eyes as his gaze stopped at the crotch of her lycra shorts. Lauren knew there was nothing of her shape to be seen, but she had a wonderful figure that shouted for attention and could forgive Jamie for being mesmerised.

"Emma, what about you?"

"No, thanks though" replied Emma without sincerity.

"Lauren?"

"I've got nothing to wear except this shirt, though."

"Yeah, but we've got seventeen boxes of those in the garage. A mistake by one of those I rescued in filling out an order form. Lovely girl, though. Lovely."

"OK, but nothing strenuous."

"Good for you, come on! Go and get a clean one for later" she said, wheeling round and marching out of the door. Emma and Jamie giggled at Lauren as she pretended to be in pain getting out of the chair. She collected a spare shirt and towel and made her way across the grass to the old barn.

The heavy black door was ajar, and from beyond came the swishing of one of the exercise bikes. Maria sat contentedly, headphones over her ears, staring out the window as she peddled at a regular, brisk pace. She seemed to be humming along with the music, and oblivious to Lauren's arrival. The smell of hay from the loft caught her memories, whisking her back almost ten years to a holiday she had spent with her parents on a farm in northern Italy. Feeding the horses had been the best part, plus playing with her brother in the barn, tumbling in the hay, hiding from grown-ups while handfuls of hay stuck in her clothing. The smell of youthful innocence and heady summer school holidays.

Lauren smiled, walking over the cobbled floor into her field of view. "Here I am. I feel tired just watching you."

"Ha ha. Take this one next to me. Just sit up and put your feet on the pedals. Here, I'll set it at 'easy'. Keep the speedo showing ten miles an hour and you'll be fine." As she adjusted her feet on the pedals she caught sight of the wonderful gap between the top of Maria's thighs, and the almost certain shape of her pussy, hugged by the tight lycra. A surge of pleasure fled from her pussy through her body as she registered a matching lycra top with a broad crimson flash across her breasts, a short sleeved and healthy-looking suit in comparison with Lauren's army issue clothing. She breathed deeply and began to pedal, smiling and giggling with Maria as she too made a swishing noise. "That's it, see, it's easy. Take your time!" Maria stood watching for a while, earnestly taking in Lauren's physique. "OK, stop for a moment. These are the muscles that you want to develop" she said, slapping the back of her own calves. "Every time you push down, the muscle is used, so put your effort into those down-strokes. These don't have toe-caps, otherwise you could do the other leg muscles as well."

Lauren experimented, looking at Maria for encouragement. A smile suggested that she was doing reasonably well. Maria moved closer, and knelt beside her, taking her calve in both hands.

"Good, that's getting a lot of attention." Her hands moved over her knee and gripped around her thigh. "Keep going!" Lauren felt her stomach rippling with the unexpected attention. Rapidly, she retraced the conversations and encounters that she had had with Maria. Mentally marking them out of ten she decided that there was a good chance that Maria was making advances to her, especially after their discussion about men, loneliness and relationships the other day. Lauren suddenly realised that she had been slow to interpret the conversation as anything other than gossip between girls. She looked back at the door, and then out of the window.

"How does it feel?" asked Maria.

"Wow, I'm puffed."

"I'll tell you what, that shirt is in your way, right?"

"Mmm"

"So, tie it up at your waist. You've got knickers on, right?"

"I've got my only knickers on!"

"Oh yeah, I remember. Keep going!" They laughed as Maria pulled the shirt tails from under her bottom and slowly pulled the material together. Maria's hands pushed the shirt against her breasts as she oragnised it to look the best. She stood back to admire her work before tying a huge knot in the shirt. The cool breeze from the bike and Maria's delicate fingers over her stomach made her pussy twitch with delight. "There, how does that feel?"

"Much better"

"Good, you've got wonderful legs, so brown! And your stomach!" she said, running her hand across her navel, brushing the waistband of her knickers, "It' so flat, great muscles, ready for toning up I think."

"That's better, this peddaling is making me hot."

"Me too, I think I'll join you, it's too warm to wear trousers for exercise." Maria slid the sheer material down her legs, just over her knees before turning, catching Lauren's stare. "You don't mind, do you?" she asked, hitching up her black knickers.

"No, of course not!"

"You're so sweet. I didn't think you would." she replied, sliding them off her feet and turning towards Lauren as she folded them onto a chair. She mounted the bike again and started pedaling, this time without her headphones. Lauren knew it was decision time, or she may even be past that point already. The invitation was there, she was sure. On the plus side she could list a hundred reasons to develop a relationship. Security and sanctuary in a war-torn land; the woman is beautiful, healthy; she has a beautiful smile; Maria seems to genuinely like her; she was bored, lonely, had little to do but wait; she might never see Maria again. Then it struck her that Maria might even try and seduce Emma. After all, they had been talking like a pair of conspirators back in the conservatory that day. They were both over eighteen; her parents would never know. She needed satisfaction from someone, not Emma, someone older.

On the minus side was the effect it might have on Emma and Jamie. Her mind drifted, calculating the words she would use to explain it to the children. Words came and rattled around in her head, taking up enough time to allow Lauren to convince herself that she had explored every aspect of it.

Maria stopped after about five minutes, slipped a video into the player and started cycling again. A wonderful panoramic shot from a mountain filled the screen before the camera soared down the valley, following a winding river. Shots of dense jungle, ravines, pure, still water lakes and huge trees captivated her as she maintained her pedaling. She was so wrapped up in the film that it was a shock when Maria announced that she had done fifteen miles, and should stop.

"Try getting down and walk around a little. Whatever you do, don't stop moving those muscles. Walk around the room for at least a minute"

Lauren stepped down, feeling woozy and giddy from the exertion. She steadied herself with her hands, walking up and down until she felt her legs react properly. Even so, the feeling of light-headedness and well-being prevailed.

"Good?" asked Maria.

"Great, but I'll ache in the morning."

"That's when you come back for more. Lay down on the floor for a while, and I'll massage your legs for you." The idea appealed to Lauren as she dropped to her knees and stretched out on her stomach. She felt Maria sit beside as her as she turned her head away and closed her eyes. The girl's hands gripped her neck and squeezed slowly, firmly, soothing away her aches under their special touch. Moving to her shoulders, she felt her kneading the tension, pushing in the direction of her neck, slowly but firmly. Lauren murmured her appreciation, gently squeezing her mound against the cobbled floor, gently to conceal her intent , consoling her pussy and promising it attention in the near future.

The hands moved over her bunched up shirt, pushing the material up even further from her waist, relaxing her back, traveling lower and lower towards her buttocks. Briefly, Maria massaged her buttocks before shifting her position and sliding down towards Lauren's feet. She picked up her left foot and rubbed the calf muscle, moving gently to her thigh. Pressure on the inside of Lauren's leg caused her to move her leg outwards a couple of inches. Her tight buttocks parted to reveal the soft skin where her knickers met her inner thighs, the indentation of her pussy and the translucent patch marking the entrance to her aroused sex.

Maria continued to stroke her thighs, fingertips teasing up and down, alternating between thighs as Lauren's bottom rose very slowly in the air. She lay back down on the floor, grinding her pussy against the stone in an obvious circular pattern, pulling her knickers tighter between her pussy lips. Maria leaned over her and briefly kissed the top of her thighs.

Stay there, I'll go get the refreshments." Lauren lifted her head sleepily and watched the girl's bottom as she slipped through the door, her long legs firm and the patch of light between her thighs more inviting than ever. She smiled as with only knickers covering her bottom, she strode across towards the house.

Lauren sat up. The room was hot, and could have benefited from a fan. A few books lined the walls, and straw from the loft lay on the floor in places. Cheap carpet had been used in places, and a long mirror on one wall had been placed to give the sense of depth. It worked to some extent, and Lauren moved slowly, watching herself, turning in profile to see the shape of her breasts. She was pleased that she had stayed relatively cool; she pushed her fingers down her knickers and brought them up to her nose. Satisfied, she pulled the gusset away from her pussy, feeling more comfortable as it emerged from between her labia and buttocks. She heard Maria approaching. Once again, she mentally weighed the issues at stake. If the analysis that took place in her mind had been conducted in real life, there would have been a public outcry.

"Hey, I found some wine in the fridge. Californian. Hold this bag and follow me!"

Lauren looked at her with a smile, wondering where they could possibly go. With a chuckle, Maria climbed the ladder to the hay loft, taking the glasses and wine bottle with her. Lauren looked up, seeing now the unmistakable cleft of her labia and the strong, fit shape of her legs. Perfume mingled with the heady smell of the hay. Lauren handed her the bag and climbed up after her. As she scrunched down into the hay Maria pulled up the ladder with a rope and secured it.

"There, now we can relax. You can see for miles up here, but nobody can see you, not even from the road." Lauren lay back against a bale of hay, arranging herself so that the coarse strands didn't poke into her buttocks. It was hot up in the loft, and the sun spilled through the door, making her dozy again. Maria sat next to her cross-legged, tugging the cork from the wine with a flourish and pouring out two glassfuls.

"Here's to victory"

"Victory!" smiled Lauren, sipping noisily. "Mmm, that's lovely" she commented, lounging back, closing her eyes as she soaked up the sun. They chatted, exploring topics of mutual interest until Maria brought up the subject of the children.

"What about school, though?"

"We had this man called Quintero who was hopeless. He became involved in the war although I don't know which side he was on. We haven't seen him for weeks, although I think Jamie's mother still pays his bills. I taught them a few things, where he left off, but it's not easy."

"Like what?"

"Mmm?"

"What did you teach them?"

"Oh, I don't know. Bits of mathematics, some English."

"I bet the main thing they need is your support and love if their parents are away."

"I don't know. Emma maybe. Jamie is reasonably independent. Sometimes he needs help, and at other times he shuns it."   "He likes you. He's a young sixteen year old, his hormones are working overtime at the moment. I bet you a million dollars that you're a subject of his masturbatory fantasies."

"Rubbish!" laughed Lauren.

"Why not? It must be wonderful to have a beautiful girl walking around the house only wearing a bikini."

"I'm not beautiful, I'm just plain old me" said Lauren, looking down at her lap.

"Rubbish, you have a wonderful figure..."

"Not like you, though" said Lauren, gazing at her chest. They fell silent for a while, sipping slowly until Maria refilled their glasses.

"What about Emma. She's an absolute delight."

"She's so pretty, so beautiful." Lauren trailed off, her memories allowing her a smile. "But that seems to be a disadvantage. None of the boys dare go near her for fear of rejection. So she's never really talked to boys so she's having a hard time watching other people her age with boyfriends."

"She thinks the world of you."

Lauren smiled, wondering what else they had discussed. "What about you, any boyfriends?" she asked, quickly changing the subject.

"I told you, only one who's serving in the north."

"Oh yes, sorry. I bet you miss him"

"Yup." replied Maria. Once again, silence, until, to Lauren's amazement, she heard Maria sniffing.

"What's up?"

"I miss him, I worry about him every day" she said, wiping her nose on her hand.

Lauren reached out and pulled her closer, putting her arm round her neck. "Hey, I'm sure he'll be fine. After all, air force supplies administration can't be very near the front line."

"You were listening, then." said Maria, apparently pleased that Lauren remembered their conversation.

"Yeah, it all goes in and stays there. Just takes time to get it back out." she replied, smiling and pulling Maria closer. She felt her chuckle and looked down at the curled up shape of the girl. The lycra was stretched taught over her shoulders, leaving a bare band between the end of the zip and knickers. Long brown legs curled up in the hay, dappled by the sun. They were about the same colour as her own. She jumped slightly as she felt the cool base of Maria's wineglass come to rest on her thigh. Her heart beat wildly as she took stock of their position, cuddled up together in the hay, warm from exercise and the sun, mellowed by the wine. A surge in her stomach confirmed her needs. Leaning down, she brushed her cheek against Maria's head, lightly at first, then harder to confirm that it was no accident. The wine glass moved, slowly tracing a pattern on her thigh.


Chapter 48

Lauren exhaled, signaling acceptance of the invitation. Maria snuggled deeper against her chest, her cheek rubbing against Lauren's nipple. As if on cue, they both drained their glasses and placed them near the ladder. She caressed the side of Maria's head, feeling the long, straight hair between her fingers, playing with it, twirling it around and noting the smoothness of each strand. She felt fingers traversing her stomach, moving from her thigh, over her hip and up towards her breasts, never quite touching her before making the long trek back down again. Thoroughly relaxed, Lauren   shifted slightly so that more of their bodies were in contact. Maria took advantage and slipped her left leg over Lauren's. The sun blazed down and both girls knew there was no rush.

Lauren was happy, bubbling inside with excitement and anticipation. A new conquest, albeit easy, another human to explore, to understand, to please. Lauren's senses seemed alive, listening, waiting for input and instruction. The silky feeling of their legs contrasted to the prickly hay in an wonderful way, and Lauren almost squealed in delight as she felt Maria's thin fingers testing the knot in her shirt. Her thumb pushed underneath the bunched up material, smooth and firm against the base of her breast. Lauren leaned down slowly, brushing a kiss in her hair. She wanted her lips dearly, wanted to taste them and feel that clean sensitive embrace that she had only found from a girl. The sensation of purity and understanding that she knew would put her on the path to total joy and satisfaction. Maria now had two fingers underneath her shirt and had bypassed the knot. With a fluid movement that suprised even Lauren, she turned Maria almost onto her back and cupped her cheek, caressing her, suggesting the embrace.

Maria looked up, keeping her fingers in motion, still brushing her breast, and looked longingly into her eyes. Lauren's heart raced, melting with the doe-like look of the girl, her lips very slightly parted, her straight black hair framing her beautiful round face as it fell over her shoulders and breasts. Lauren's eyes slowly closed as she brought her lips towards Maria, feeling the warmth of her skin and the rush of her breath before they touched. A final sigh from Maria whispered through the loft as their lips touched, sending a wave of pleasure through Lauren as she once again tasted the fruits of indulgence. A tongue flicked at her lips, warm, sensuous, expert. Lauren brought up her leg, acknowledging the demands of her pussy, signaling the next step.

Lauren reached down and stroked the girl's face, slipping down her neck as their embrace became stronger. She ran her middle finger down, tracing the outline of the edge of Maria's breast, using three fingers as she rounded the underside, and her thumb as she sought the nipple. Soft moans from Maria encouraged, maddened her as Maria still struggled with the knot in her shirt.

"Let me" she whispered, reaching down and pulling hard, leaving the knot almost undone. Maria flicked at the buttons, opening her shirt steadily until the two halves fell aside.

"Oh God, Lauren, you're absolutely beautiful!" breathed Maria, licking gently at her neck as her tongue made it's way lower, teasing between her firm orbs until she found a nipple. "Beautiful"

Groaning at her touch, Lauren reached down and pulled the back of her lycra top up towards her shoulders. With Maria's arms stretched upwards, Lauren pulled it over her head and dropped it beside their glasses. Maria's breasts were big, but not out of proportion, Her nipples were also larger than Lauren's, possibly because they were standing out proud, waiting for Lauren's thumb and finger. She was tanned all over and Lauren greedily found her lips again, kissing her deeply now as they both caressed each other. With passion mounting slowly, Lauren slid back down into the hay and introduced her leg between Maria's thighs, pushing up against her pussy. She reveled in the feeling as Maria returned the contact, moving slowly back and forth against her thigh.

Their tongues dueled, flicking deep along each other's teeth, breasts molding together. Lauren sat up slightly, breaking the embrace, and kissed from her mouth, along her cheek, over her ear, moving lower in tiny pecks of her lips over the girl's neck. Maria pulled her tight, moaning as the tongue descended, flicking at her nipples and suckling her breasts. Lauren pushed her arm under Maria's back and pulled her up off the hay, arching her back. Slipping her knees underneath the girl, Lauren provided support while her kisses found the muscular stomach and her right hand slowly disappeared between the girl's clamped thighs. She moved her hand higher between her thighs, and was pleased to feel the wetness that had seeped through her knickers as her wrist touched home.

Maria's moans grew louder as she parted her legs slightly, allowing Lauren greater access to her pussy and the delights beyond. Lauren shifted once again, lying alongside the girl, her head resting gently on her thighs. She licked slowly, pecking occasionally as she worked her way closer to her sex, announcing her intention to bring her tongue to bear on her sweet mound. Once again, the heat from the girl caused her own pussy to tremble. She laid her right leg flat on the hay and bent her left leg at the knee, opening herself up to the attention of Maria's tongue. Lauren could see the tiny black hairs that had pushed their way underneath her knickers and the sweet bulge of her labia that rose gently from her pubic mound. Her heart thumped at the sight as she felt a deep release of whatever chemical was responsible for heightening her arousal. Her tongue traced the edge of her knickers, teasing underneath the elastic, probing her lips and tasting the sweet juice of her hot pussy. Lauren realised how much she had missed the taste, the delightful way it always coated her tongue, covered her fingers and managed to smear all over her face. The thickness of Emma had been an incredible moment, her sweet taste heightened by the knowledge that she was so young, almost innocent and a radiant beauty who reciprocated willingly.

Lauren slipped her hand under Maria's bottom and tugged at her knickers, releasing some of the taut material so that her tongue slipped underneath more easily. She lapped over her lips, probing her labia with lust, pushing at the small folds of skin that concealed the very center of her sex. Maria groaned continually, pulling at Lauren's bottom, almost dragging her towards her mouth. Lauren felt the girl's breath over her mound, then her lips resting over her pussy. Maria continued to caress her breasts, tweaking her nipple and sending ripples through both of them.

"Wait!" whispered Maria breathlessly, sliding round. Lauren wondered if she had somehow hurt her or done something wrong as she felt herself pulled back against the hay. "Sit up." she said, arranging Lauren so that she looked directly out of the hay loft door with the sun shining straight at her. Maria slipped down to her thighs, pushed her head between her legs and parted her thighs, allowing the sun to shine directly on her pussy. "You have such an adorable pussy, my dear! Feel it warming up? "

Lauren closed her eyes, sinking slightly in the hay so that the sun had an even better chance of warming her. "Mmm, so warm, and cozy." murmured Lauren. Maria flicked at her with her tongue, slowly and carefully, as she pushed further underneath the elastic of Lauren's knickers. Her thighs trembled with expectation as she leaned back as far as possible, bringing her pussy up as high as she could in order to offer herself to Maria. Just as she was about to cry out from pent up desire she felt fingers delving underneath her buttocks to grip the material, pulling hard without a care, tugging down to expose the soft curls of her pubic mound. Immediately, Maria dived onto the revealed patch, twirling her tongue and fingers in celebration as she neared the hidden clitoris and beginning of the widening valley of her vagina. With the extra freedom, the girl's tongue slipped under the gusset, delicately coursing along her lips, trembling slightly, flicking in and out as Maria tasted the sweet honey pot of her desire. For several minutes, she licked luxuriously along the length of her labia, pulling her knickers further down her thighs until they reached her ankles. Maria pulled Lauren's feet back towards her head, opening her completely to her tongue and displaying the small brown opening of her anus to the world. Leaning on her legs, she pushed her tongue feverishly between Lauren's liquid lips, seeking out the walls of her vagina with her darting tongue as her fingers massaged the hole beneath. Lauren knew for certain now that orgasm was fast approaching, and, seemingly unable to control her groans and irregular breathing, she grabbed her breasts between her hands and squeezed the pleasure out of them.

"Can you see?" asked Maria. "Can you see my tongue flicking at your clit, disappearing into your pussy?" Lauren was stunned at her language, and just about managed a 'yes' in response before Maria once again licked up one side of her pussy and down the other, pausing briefly to part her labia and flick at the hood of her clitoris. "Watch, see my tongue as it goes in? It comes out again with your love all over it. You taste so good!" Lauren did indeed see much of what was happening, in between the involuntary fluttering of her eyelids and trembling of her legs. Orgasm was well over the horizon and approaching rapidly. The flicking of her tongue increased in pace as her fingers parted her labia, allowing her greater depth and exploration of the walls of her vagina. Lauren was shaking, delighted in how deep Maria seemed to be able to penetrate.

Lauren felt the stiff tongue being replaced with a finger as Maria brought her attention back to Lauren's clitoris. With wet firmness, the tongue probed around her hood, coaxing the tiny button out to receive the full attention that she needed. Lauren groaned as the pleasure level increased yet again and grabbed her buttocks, spreading herself and exposing her anus to fresh air and the probing of her own finger.

"Oh yes, now! Please let me come, please! begged Lauren, shaking visibly as Maria sucked gently on her. Slowly, Lauren pushed her middle finger into her anus, no more than half an inch, but enough to give her another dimension of erotic stimulus. Maria curled her tongue around her clitoris, alternately sucking and licking as she expertly brought Lauren to the brink of orgasm. "Please, for God's sake!" she cried as she felt the peak drifting away. Maria grabbed her knickers, already stretched between her ankles, and pulled them roughly towards her, spreading Lauren wide open, ready for the final assault. Straddling her, Maria leaned over to place her mouth over Lauren's clitoris, pushing her legs down so that her knees sunk into her chest and her knickers were stretched tight. Taking the tiny nubbin between her lips, she flicked rapidly, sucking and trembling, bringing Lauren shooting up from a quiet bubbling of pleasure to hurtle over the top, soaring into orgasm and the white beyond. She shook under Maria as the wave carried her off, and gripped the older girl's buttocks to try and prevent herself from falling out of the loft. She shook continually, groaning silently as Maria slowed her pace to one of gentle caress, and as Lauren pulled her closer to her body she heard the ripping of material and felt Maria fall deeper between her legs, her nose pushing between her pussy lips to ripple on her orgasm for what felt like the rest of the afternoon.

As they disentangled, she felt herself kissing Maria seductively, stretching over the ledge of the loft, thanking her as the sun bathed their bodies once again. Together, they caressed, calming down from their passionate peak to simply converse through touch. Lauren explored her breasts, toying with the nipples, discovering her sensitivities, her firmness and the way she tensed and purred when her ears were kissed. After the last of the wine, they stared silently out at the mid afternoon. Lauren slipped her hand around Maria's buttocks and pushed her knickers down her thighs, watching as they shifted to her ankles and were discarded with her own rags. She glimpsed at her pubic mound, glorious as it proudly stood between her thighs, hair neatly trimmed short and tidy, with the hint of the wetness beyond. Without a care in the world, the two girls entwined, caressed, embraced and slept.

Lauren awoke thirsty, a dry taste in her mouth and hay sticking into her bottom. She looked down and watched as Maria stirred quietly next to her. She indeed did have an impressive body. Lean, firm muscled limbs without a spare ounce of fat. A strong, healthy stomach and rounded breasts. Her legs concealed her pussy, but Lauren allowed her imagination to fill in the missing parts until stirrings below suggested she should stop. She reached over and shook the hay from the remains of her knickers. They were simply a piece of material now, with the waistband ripped. She might be able to mend them but they would be uncomfortable. Shrugging she tossed them aside and returned her thoughts to Maria.

She woke her with a kiss on the forehead, pleased that she cuddled into her as her dream faded. "Hey, it's me!" said Lauren, running her fingers over her stomach. "We must have fallen asleep. Maria sat up, blinking in the bright sunlight. She curled her legs around her bottom, hiding her vagina and a little embarrassed at her nudity. Lauren fluttered inside at the thought of further love-making, reached out and pulled the girl towards her. She shifted slowly, placing a leg either side of Lauren's so that their knees were together as they faced each other. Lauren looked down between her cleavage at the tight mat of hair, then back up as Maria planted the sweetest of kisses on her lips.

"I have to do some work this afternoon, or what's left of it" said Maria.

"Work?" asked Lauren, surprised that their session was to be terminated.

"Hey, don't forget you've got to exercise every day. Let's not wear you out, eh?"

They smiled, Lauren understanding that there was no rush. It was just the same the first time Nikki had made love to her. Lauren had been shocked by Nikki's skill in loving, her knowledge (or sense) of how Lauren felt, and by the way she had resisted advances after Lauren had finally settled from her orgasm. It had been many days later - but the first opportunity - when they had been alone again that Lauren could return the compliment.

She pulled the shirt on and buttoned it casually at the front, making sure it dropped down her thighs to cover the lack of knickers from prying eyes. Maria dressed too, slipping on her top and black knickers. She stooped to pick up the bottle and white bag before lowering the ladder.

"What was in the bag?"

"Food. Just in case were got stranded up here all night!"

"Perhaps we might one day!"

"We'll have to engineer something!" she grinned as she descended. Without shame, Maria peered up as Lauren came down, watching her strong brown thighs and the dark hint of her pussy beneath the shirt. She caught her in her arms and kissed her quickly on the lips. "Hey, you've got straw everywhere!" she said, running her fingers through Lauren's hair. They turned as she finished, looking back at the exercise bikes, and smiled at each other.

 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.

 Chapter 51

"Lauren" Silence. "Lauren" echoed again, shaking. She opened her eyes, the morning light streaming through the window, dazzling her, silhouetting Maria. "Hey, wake up, here's coffee!" Lauren rolled onto her side, slowly recalling their love making the previous night. Her senses told her she was still naked, a distinctly unhealthy stickiness between her legs.

"Oh, thanks. What time is it?" asked Lauren, avoiding her eyes.

"About ten. Jamie's up already. Emma looks a lot better. She's certainly cooler."

"Good." said Lauren, hoping she would leave, that the subject at the forefront of her mind that morning, the same that had kept her awake hours after they parted, would be forgotten, never mentioned again.

Maria sat beside her. She was dressed, shirt, trousers, hair done up in regulation army style. Her hand rested on the sheet over Lauren's hip, greeting her. Their eyes met and Lauren was rewarded by a smile.

"You're a wonderful lover" she said quietly, her hand traveling over her side to her shoulders, tracing circles over her tanned flesh. Lauren looked at her face, trying to read the expression.

"So are you! I'm a bit tired, aren't you?"

"Mmm, a little. But I've got things to do. You haven't, so you can stay there all day, if you wish." The covers slid down, the curves and valleys of her breasts revealed as Maria opened her mouth and clasped her nipple between her lips. Sunlight shone through her hair, warm and gentle as Lauren gulped in air, trying hard to breath regularly as the girl squeezed her breasts together and flicked her nipples with her tongue. But just as Lauren closed her eyes and prayed the attention would travel lower, Maria rose and walked to the door. "Oh, in fact, you can stay here until you've considered my little proposition. One show, just to cheer him up. That's all! I'll be back this afternoon."

She shut the door behind her. Lauren covered herself, breathing out deeply, feeling used, cheated and bewildered. The door clicked, and her heart sank. Although she knew the answer, she tip-toed to the door and tried the handle. It was locked. She tried another door, presuming it went to either a bathroom or an adjoining room. It too was firmly locked. No escape, unless she wanted to lose fifty pounds and squeeze through the window. Miserably, she trudged back to the bed, turning over an assortment of escape plans. Some sensible, some distasteful, and others suitable only for comic books.

She realised that Maria had the upper hand. She could split the three of them up, transporting each child to another camp. Even just dump them by the roadside alone. Or she could probably have them all killed. She could also leave her in the room to die of starvation.

On the other hand, maybe if Lauren took part in this demonstration she would make sure they were transported to safety. The seed of a deal started to sprout in her mind and so she sat, through the morning sun and into the afternoon haze, thinking, bemoaning her fate, dreading the return of her captor.

Six hours later the lock clattered in the door and Maria reappeared, carrying a tray. A plate seemed to be covered with a huge red napkin, but she was delighted to see a small jug of water, with tiny beads of condensation chasing down the sides. Her eyes fixed on it, tracking it's every movement. She could almost taste the cold, clear water that swirled in the jug. She smiled as Maria approached and held out her hand to take the water.

"Uh uh. Not yet. Now, what have we decided?" Lauren shook her head. "What, you've decided nothing?"

"I'll do it on these conditions: there's nobody except your uncle and me in the room, and the children don't get to know about it. Also, you have our passports for us before I do it, and take us to the border afterwards." There, she had recited her speech flawlessly. She watched Maria's face, and was disturbed to see a smile creep across her face. Maria set the tray down on the floor and sat beside her.

"Lori, my dear." she said, touching the side of her face. "What an offer!" She looked down, smiling again. "Hey, look what you've got on! My favourite shirt! It suits you" Maria beamed at her, feeling   the shoulders and the fit. Mischievously, she peeked under the shirt. "Ohh! Couldn't find any knickers then?" Lauren felt her touch, fingers gliding from her buttocks along the line where her knicker elastic should have been. Lauren wondered if she was forgiven, if she had been tested and had played her hand well. Maria touched her shoulder, gently guiding her back against the pillow.

"You're so pretty." she said, kissing her lips. "Such wonderful breasts" she murmured as her lips found her nipples. "And your pussy is heaven. Relax" she whispered, kissing her hips, over to her navel and down swiftly into her pubic hair. Instinctively, Lauren parted her legs, anxious to please the girl, to seal their friendship and gain her agreement. Maria gripped her thighs, lapping up from mid thigh to her pussy, then pushing both hands under her buttocks to lift her higher. Her tongue pressed against her entrance, firm, penetrating, warm and soothing. Lauren reached down, gently rubbing the pink folds of skin over her clitoris, coaxing it out and generating a bubbling inside that flowed through her.

"Oh Lori. Lori. You're such a tart!"

Stunned, humiliated, Lauren shot upright, dragging the covers over herself. "Lori, look at you. All I have to do is push you against the pillow and you've lost control!"

"You shit!" she squealed, pulling the covers across even tighter.

"Lauren, what does it matter if my uncle has you? He probably only has to ask, right?" Lauren lashed out, trying to strike her, but she recoiled, anticipating the blow. Maria stood and reached down beside the bed for the tray.

"I need the water"

"Course you do. When you're ready." Lauren watched as the girl's eyes traveled over the sheets, noting the shape below. She pulled the covers tighter. "Since you couldn't agree to last night's suggestion, the deal has changed. I want him to have Emma."

"No!" shrieked Lauren. "Bitch!"

Maria held up her hand. "I haven't finished." she stated, the smile gone, irritation on her face. "You will be there and so will I. You'll do everything that I ask. If you don't agree, I'll have Jamie shipped to the front line. You have twenty-four hours." She swung on her heel and left. Lauren watched the water disappear, utter dismay setting in. She licked her dry lips, thinking that the only moisture they had received that day had been from Maria's embrace. The key jangled again in the lock and Maria peered round the door. "Oh, by the way, just to help you decide, later tonight I'm going to show what I've been doing all day. It's a film that stars someone you know!"

Lauren's mind reeled from the thought, the lack of food and water contributing to her feeling of weightlessness and inability to concentrate. She presumed that she had filmed either Jamie or Emma. Maybe she had caught one of them sunbathing, or running around the house naked. It was a bit unlikely, but possible. Then it dawned on her, the children's desire for each other, their boredom in the house, a search for release and entertainment. Perhaps Maria had caught them together. Her mind raced, setting up situations, tearing them down, building towers of fantasy on the flimsiest foundations.

She wrapped herself tighter in the sheets and shuffled into the corner of the bed. She thought of her mother, Nikki, Switzerland and the safety of her bedroom. Mentally, she toured the room, opening drawers, finding trinkets from years gone by. A lump settled in her throat and she began to cry, quietly, her chest heaving with great gulps of air as she bit into the bedding. She cursed herself for even thinking that Maria wanted to make love to her, for even thinking that her problem could have been solved that easily. Her head floated, the lack of food now causing her to think poorly, her logic screwed. She flopped back onto the bed, watching the ceiling glide by.

Darkness settled into the corners of the room and the sun no longer shone through the windows. She knew that within the hour, stars would appear. She dreaded the return of Maria and rehearsed clever lines that might make her captor see sense. The day faded rapidly, the gloomy dusk permeating through the walls to hang like a cloud over her head.

Less than twenty minutes later she heard doors banging in the house, footsteps approaching and the bedroom door as it banged noisily against the wall.

"Whoops! Sorry about that!" said Maria cheerily. Lauren rolled onto her side and watched the woman as she kicked the door shut. Wearing only her soldier's shirt and her tight lycra shorts, she carried the tray in her hands and once again Lauren tracked the sight of the water, now accompanied by fruit. She momentarily closed her eyes in dread as she saw the lone video cassette, unlabeled, black and foreboding. "Had a good day?"

Lauren lay there silently, a tremble starting in her stomach, a rich mixture of anger, hunger and to her disgust, lust. Lauren looked at her figure as she placed the tray next to the television. Her tightly cut shorts hugged her thighs, the crisp outline disappearing temptingly underneath her shirt. She watched as Maria turned, reached behind her head and undid the clasp that held her long black hair in a bun. It tumbled down over her shoulders, swirling as Maria shook her head for maximum effect.

"I'll dispense with the niceties. I'm going to show you a video. If you do as I say, you'll get water and food. Otherwise, it's another day for you. Understand?" Lauren lay there, silently, her anger brimming. "Understand?" shouted Maria.

Lauren shrugged, indicating passive acceptance for the moment. Her gaze slid past Maria and over to the tray, perched safely on the chest of drawers. She heard the mechanics of the video machine as Maria slotted the tape inside and watched almost impassively as she turned, reached under her shirt and slid the tight shorts down her legs.

"What are you wearing?" she demanded, grabbing the remote control.

"What?"

"Don't be stupid! What are you wearing?"

"My shirt"

"Knickers?" Lauren nodded. "Stand up!" Lauren obeyed, her head light, blood rushing out as she teetered by the side of the bed. "Lift your shirt, show me!"

Lauren looked at the floor between them, gathering the long shirt tails and bunching them at the side. She tried to look down at herself but her balance suffered.

"Take your knickers off!"

Lauren fumbled, trying to keep the shirt up while using her other hand to slip the material over her hips. Eventually, her knickers tumbled to the floor and she stood there, now frightened at the tone of the woman's voice and her plans for their evening's entertainment. Her hand sneaked down between her thighs, covering her pubic hair.

"Lauren, I'm going to trust you to do as I say one last time. OK?" She moved towards the bathroom door and produced a key. "I'm going to let you go to the toilet now but I expect you to do as I say. Do you understand?" Lauren nodded, relief percolating through her body as she envisioned the toilet, the sight of the water in the bowl. "Come on then" Lauren followed her, slipping past her before sitting on the toilet thankfully. She looked up at Maria, her eyes indicating that she wanted her to leave.

Shaking her head, Maria stood right in front of her, pushing her knees apart. "Arms up! And spread your legs, wide now!" Maria grabbed the tail of Lauren's shirt and pulled, caressing her breasts as it went over her head. Lauren's groan was accompanied by a gushing sound as her bowels let go and the hot stream shot down into the bowl. "Wider. And look up at me!" Lauren felt the ache in her bladder as the torrent continued and saw the pleasure in Maria's face as she bent down and placed a kiss on her lips. Hands trailed from her shoulders down over her breasts, causing such a state of confusion in her mind that she thought she would cry. She was at a total loss whether to respond, slap her face or simply fall to the floor in tears. Looking for guidance, she opened her eyes just as Maria pushed her wet tongue between her lips, flicking along her teeth. Lauren sucked greedily, the woman's saliva welcome in overcoming her own dryness.

Abruptly, Maria broke away and reached for a flannel by the sink. Lauren watched almost in pain as pure, warm water flowed from the tap.

"I'm going to wash your pussy before we watch the film. Do you understand?"

"Mmm" replied Lauren, a delicate trickle playing into the toilet. Maria stood in front of her, watching, her eyes roaming between the anguish on Lauren's face, down over her firm, tanned breasts to the gaping vagina that had been cruelly exposed.

"Oh, Lauren! Looks like this is a bit of a turn-on for you, right?" Lauren shrugged, knowing full well that the warmth between her legs had slowly spread inside her in expectation. Her eyes focused on the flannel as Maria squatted in front of her and began to wipe her clean. She closed her eyes in delight as the wonderful heat aroused her further. Maria gently glided over her pussy lips, wiping up one side then down the other, pushing very slightly into her vagina. Lauren gripped her shoulders to steady herself, communicating the intensity of her pleasure as her fingers dug into the woman's skin. Her mouth dried even further as her breathing became stronger, noisier. She slid further forward, hoping that a finger would dive into her hot sex. Alarm bells rang in her head, reminding her of the last encounter she had experienced with Maria,   and how she had been rebuffed so cruelly.

"Since you've done as I asked, I'm going to let you have some water, OK?"

"Oh thank you!" said Lauren, desperately, her need for water ten times that for sex. Maria returned with the bottle and stood in front of her again. Nodding down at her vagina, she silently waited for Lauren to assume her spread position before pouring the water for her. Lauren drank greedily, spilling the icy water over her breasts in the process. She stopped after half a glass, feeling a rebellious bubbling from inside. Shakily, she handed the glass back to Maria.

"Very good. Now into the bath. We need to wash your hair." Lauren rose dutifully and stepped into the empty bath, cautiously watching Maria. She was shaking visibly now, the lack of food and the anxiety mixing to the next level of nervousness. "Lean back on your elbows or it'll all go in your eyes, won't it?" chided Maria as she unhooked the showerhead and ran the water. Once she was satisfied with the temperature, she quickly dampened Lauren's hair before letting the shower dangle in the bath behind Lauren. She unscrewed the top of the shampoo bottle and dribbled the thick liquid over Lauren's thighs, causing her to squeal and shift in the bath. "Open your legs, as wide as you can!" she commanded.

Still leaning back on her elbows, Lauren did as she was told, resting her knees against the edge of the bath. She could feel another trail of the cold slippery shampoo just above her pubic hair, and knew it was heading relentlessly down towards her pussy. As it flowed it slowly warmed up, until it dribbled across the tiny folds around her clitoris and onward over the opening to her vagina. Slowly, it trailed down towards her anus, then between the cheeks of her bottom and onto the surface of the bath. The light touch of fingers gave her a start, but her surprise gave way to pleasure as the fingers kneaded the shampoo over her pussy, slowly circling her clitoris, delving very slightly inside her pussy with the grace and sensuality of an adept lover.

The fingers took their time, now circling over her labia, caressing her gently, swirling in time with her breathing. Lauren felt her head swaying, her neck hurting as her head lolled back, eyes closed, fire below her rippling stomach muscles. Lower now, traversing the tiny chasm between her pussy and anus, gathering the shampoo from her thighs and massaging around her tight anus.

More dribbles, higher, from her navel up to her nipples. She shuddered with the cold shock, feeling the tingle in her breasts as they too responded to the liquid caress. Finally, she felt the shampoo in her hair, heard the clunk of the bottle and felt the gentle hands massaging her hair, spreading the lather.

"Lauren, you have a beautiful body, you know?" asked Maria. "So responsive. You're so easy to turn on. I should think you can hardly control yourself when you're with Emma, right?" asked Maria, circling Lauren's breast with bubbles. Lauren shrugged, her mind feebly trying to analyse the impact of the comment. Maria dabbed two soapy blobs on her nipples, giggling lightly as they both stayed in place. She rinsed her hair and applied the shampoo again, rubbing up a rich lather again. Lauren's arms ached and she shifted in the bath, looking for a more relaxing position. She felt a towel across her forehead, soft and warm. She opened her eyes, half smiling as she saw Maria shrugging off her shirt, her large breasts revealed. Her gaze rested between the woman's legs, the parted labia clear, allowing the slightest hint of her clitoris to show through the dark pubic hair. Lust stirred in Lauren's stomach, coursing through her veins. She watched as Maria raised her left leg and stepped into the bath, facing away from her.

Now straddled either side by the taut firmness of Maria's legs, she shifted and looked up, admiring the delicacy of her pussy and the tightness of her bottom. Maria slowly sank into the confines of the bath, her thighs pushing Lauren up slightly. Maria found the shower and rinsed off Lauren, paying special attention to her pussy and anus. Lauren couldn't see Maria's hands, but could feel her exploring, rinsing and testing her skin for any remains of the shampoo. Finally, Maria ran the spray across her own back, forming rivulets that ran down, off her buttocks and over Lauren's shoulders and chest. Maria descended lower, her pussy now inches from Lauren's mouth, the clitoris fully in view, pink, proud and purring for attention.

Maria reached for the soap and rubbed it between her hands before applying it to the channel of Lauren's buttocks. She felt the woman's fingers slowly circling her anus, teasing now and again with a finger tip inside her. Lauren pushed her bottom up, encouraging, demanding greater depth but Maria continued her wanderings, involving her pussy, tracing each of her labia between her fingers, circling her clitoris before soaping her inner thighs. Lauren moaned, the hunger for food and satisfaction now mingled into one almighty demand. Suddenly, Maria shoved her middle finger as deep as she could into Lauren's anus, making her shriek loudly and buck up against her hand. As if in response, Maria sat on her face, smothering her, wriggling as though commanding Lauren to suck and lick or suffer. The finger in her anus withdrew, then returned, hard, straight, deep inside.

Lauren pushed her tongue out, finding the sweet juice of the woman ready to flow, and with each probe of her tongue, the floodgates opened slightly wider, rewarding her with the taste that she had come to love all too often. She felt Maria's push a thumb against her vagina, seeking out the other entrance to her body that would take her over the top. Lauren reciprocated, freeing her hands from the side of the bath to grab Maria's buttocks, spreading her cheeks before circling her anus for the shortest time. Without ceremony, Lauren pushed inside her anus with her thumb, feeling the tight muscles give way until she was inside the warmth of the woman. The very thought doubled the lust inside her, pushing her orgasm closer to reality. With her tongue deep inside Maria, she thrust again, withdrew and thrust, keeping up a steady rhythm in time with Maria. Lauren's hips shook as her knees banged on the side of the bath. She was convinced she was about to feint but couldn't have cared less. Maria increased her speed, pushing, turning and pushing again into both orifices as she gripped Lauren tightly with her thighs.

Lauren felt the tight anal walls pulsing around her thumb, and sensing the final push, she flicked between the woman's vagina and her clitoris, pleased beyond belief as she heard her squeal with delight. Maria pushed her left hand under Lauren's bottom, pulling her higher, grabbing her buttocks. With an almighty groan, Lauren came, the heat bursting from her sex as she shook in oblivion. Maria sank onto Lauren's face, quivering delightedly as she too came gently on the younger girl's tongue.

For several minutes, they remained locked together. Lauren floated in no-man's land, her mind drifting, her throat dry and her shivering once again uncontrollable. Maria slowly removed her fingers and slid round in the bath, sinking down on top of Lauren as they hugged in each other's arms. They slid together, the soap spreading over them gradually as their embrace lingered.

As their breathing slowed, Maria slipped over to the side, pulled the shower attachment towards herself and directed the water over Lauren. It warmed her, and dribbles splashed into her open mouth.

"Lauren, I had intended to punish you this evening." she said thoughtfully. Lauren caught her gaze momentarily before blinking and looking at the suds in the bath. Maria shifted away from her, bracing her legs against the sides of the bath as she laid back against the other end, facing Lauren. Her pussy pouted, the wrinkled lips wide, flowering with their promise of warmth, sweetness and delight. "I wanted to punish you, and decided this afternoon to have you tied and thrashed."

"What....?" muttered Lauren, startled by the severity of her captor's anger.

"Shh! I changed my mind!" Maria dribbled the shower over her own body, droplets spraying over her large breasts. Lauren watched as they coursed down, past her navel and through the dark mat of her pubic hair. Down to her anus, the dark hole where she had already pushed her tongue, hard, probing until her jaw hurt. So clean that it tasted of nothing but soap, so sensitive that it gripped her tongue in waves of energy, pulsing randomly with such force that Lauren wanted to giggle with delight. "I changed my mind because you're such a delight." she whispered. Maria caressed her breasts with the shower and her hand, both lightly playing with her nipples. "You're such a responsive lover, so generous."

Lauren could think of nothing to say that would sound good, or might ensure their freedom. She licked her lips, guiding water over her tongue. "Lauren, I think I can trust you to behave tomorrow. I want you to explain to Emma what's going to happen. Prepare her. We start at about four in the afternoon. He has to be gone by five, and there's all sorts of entertainment planned, not just you."

Their eyes met. Lauren's heart pounded. She knew she was going to agree to cooperate, but the words stuck in her mouth. She clung to the hope that Maria would mention more about their eventual release from the house, but it seemed foolish to ask again after her demands the previous night had been so brusquely rebuffed.

"Deal?"

"OK. I just want to go home, that's all."

"Course you do. You will, you just need to, well, to pay your way." She stood, smiling radiantly. "Good, I'm glad we understand each other." said Maria, placing one foot on the floor. Her pussy gleamed, the lips shining where the pubic hair gave way to the purity and delicacy of her labia. Lauren cursed the feeling brewing once again deep inside her. "Now, I'll let you tell Emma tonight." She stood briefly in front of Lauren, then turned, grabbed a towel and left.

Lauren shivered in the coolness of the room, running through the scenarios of the following hours, rehearsing lines that would break the news to Emma that she was to be once again the pleasure of a stranger.

Lauren dried herself, pulled on a clean shirt, and tried the door. It opened, revealing the hallway. Less than a minute later, Lauren opened the door to her room.

"Lauren, where the hell have you been?" said Emma angrily.

"What?" stuttered Lauren, noting the heat and anger in Emma's voice. In her mind she had prepared for hugs and kisses all round, not accusations of desertion. "Maria locked me in her room. Do you feel better?"

"Lauren, she said that you were staying with her for a while. That you were lovers!"

"Don't be stupid. I couldn't get out."

"So why are you out now?"

"Because I agreed." And slowly, Emma managed to ask all the wrong questions that led to the explanation of the entertainment the following day.

"No fucking way!" shouted Emma, curling up on her bed.

"Watch your language, young lady! We're in trouble. She wants you to 'perform', as she calls it, with her uncle. There'll be others there as well, including me. I don't know what they want me to do. If we don't, Jamie goes to the front line."

Emma sat up, glaring at her. "Lori, did you make love to her in the bath just now?" Lauren glowed red, desperately trying to find some place to hide her eyes. "I knew, it! I just knew it! Why should I believe anything you say. I'm left here for two days, ill, while you go and get laid!"

"It wasn't like that." insisted Lauren defiantly, her own voice now raised. "She locked the door and wouldn't give me food or water." Emma was silent although her body shook occasionally as her tears flowed. Lauren sat down on her bed and touched her shoulder. Emma shrugged her off. "Emma, I promise, I couldn't get out."

"But why did you have sex with her? Eh? Did she force you?"

"No"

"No, course not." Emma looked up, her eyes red and wet.

"She mentioned a film. Did you know about a film she had?" The little girl recoiled as though she had suddenly snapped out of a day- dream. For Lauren, that was enough.


Chapter 52

During the morning, Lauren spent her time either avoiding Maria or looking at her watch, counting the minutes before four o'clock. Maria had carefully laid out some juvenile clothing for the girls - pale yellow floral print dresses with large white buttons down the front. Lauren held hers against her body and grimaced. Five years ago she could have worn it in mid-summer, but her tastes had moved on. But her dismay was tempered by the fact that Maria had delivered thin, almost see-though briefs, cut high and short that accentuated her dark thighs and the firmness of her buttocks. As the morning wore on, Emma seemed to accept that Lauren had told mostly the truth, and that their fate was to be decided that afternoon. Her sulky silence gave way to small talk, followed by outright babbling, until just after lunchtime when the two girls returned to their room. Emma slipped over onto Lauren's bed and nestled down against her shoulder, lightly cupping her breast.

"Can't see why Maria didn't get us some decent clothes earlier" said Emma, the warmth of her breath tingling her nipples.

"No reason to. You're going to look good in yours, you know."

"And you. You always look beautiful. You could wear a potato sack and look good."

"Maybe if it was over my head." said Lauren, smiling at the thought.

"That's stupid."

"No, you're the pretty one"

Lauren felt a tightening in her throat as the tiny fingers toyed with her nipple. Her heart beat loudly as their bodies warmed together, legs entwined, their warmth shared as both their shirts rode up. She knew it would be a simple matter to reciprocate, to lift her lips up to her own and gently kiss her, even just to cup her buttocks and trail her fingers through the young valley. But she resisted the urge, settling for a tight hug and a kiss to her forehead.

"What do you think they'll want me to do?" asked Emma.

"I'm not sure. I think Maria wants you to have sex with her uncle. He's a General in their army. Seems to control most of the south."

"What else?"

Lauren shrugged, barely disguising her shock at the question. She had at least expected protest, tears, fear in the young girl's eyes. "I don't know any more, I'm sorry." Lauren shifted, dis-entangling. "But I'll be there". She swung her legs over the side of the bed, taking the opportunity to glance between Emma's young thighs. "If they do anything disgusting, I'll get them to stop." Silence. Lauren felt her sphincter tightening, concern rippling through her body. She thought of home, Switzerland, warmth and security. For the hundredth time in less than a week, she wondered if they should have stayed in Boquette rather than venture out with all the other refugees.

"Lori, I'm sorry if I shouted at you. Really I am." said Emma. The little girl's legs parted slightly.

"It's OK. We're all very nervous, right? Tell you what, let's have a long bath together".

Delightedly, Emma bounced off the bed and headed with Lauren to the bathroom. For the next hour, they played like two schoolgirls in the bath. Outwardly, their giggling and splashing might have seemed to be carefree, expectant. But their glances into each other's eyes betrayed their fears. And as the water drained away and the minutes slipped by, the chatter died down.   The sound of strangers could be heard in the house, and during a sudden flurry of activity, Lauren sensed the General's arrival. Maria strode into the room less than ten minutes later. She wore makeup, delicately enhancing the depth of her eyes and the sensuous curve of her lips.

"Good, Lauren, come here" she commanded, standing just inside the doorway, looking down at a spot less than a foot in front of her. Lauren slipped off the bed and stood as ordered, feeling Maria's hands over her buttocks and between her legs, fingers gliding along the length of her labia, caressing her through the sheer fabric. The woman looked over her, checking her hair, pulling the dress away from Lauren's chest to make sure she was wearing nothing else.

"Good girl. Did you have a bath?"

"Yes, about an hour ago."

"All clean?"

"Yes"

"Everywhere?"

Lauren shrugged. "Yeah."

Maria leaned forward, kissed her cheek and took her hand. "Come! Emma, you'll have to wait here. We have so little time today, the General has to be out of here before five- thirty, so don't fall asleep, OK?"

Emma smiled radiantly at Maria, causing Lauren to look quickly between the two girls as she tried to understand Emma's reaction that seem to border on enthusiasm. Hand in hand, Lauren trotted barefoot behind Maria out from the room towards the lounge. She could hear voices in the down the hallway, expectant, excited, certainly more than two or three people. Maria pushed the door and the faces turned towards her.

Lauren noticed that the General was sitting on the sofa, clothed in army fatigues, bright bars across his chest and a hat on the cushion next to him. The curtains in the room had been drawn, and two standard lamps were all that had been provided to light the scene. At least fifty years old, the General looked fit, almost respectable. His clean shaven face betrayed years of outdoor punishment, rugged, almost pothole, with deep, dark eyes and the beginnings of a smile. Lauren decided that the smile was one to encourage performance, rather than to signal affection. Two youngsters, a boy and girl, sat squeezed together on one of the fireside chairs where Lauren had slumped on many a boring afternoon watching the television. Behind the sofa, chairs had been arranged that were now occupied by what looked like the Generals entourage, both men and women, all younger than him by at least twenty years.

Maria grinned excessively as she approached her uncle. "Uncle, this is Lauren. As I mentioned, she's the au pair of Emma, the girl who wants to entertain you this afternoon. Lauren has prepared her, and in fact, has introduced Emma to some of the wilder pleasures of sex!"

Lauren shot a glance at Maria at the distortion of the truth. She thought better of protesting that it was a mutual seduction, anxious not to turn the afternoon, already out of her control, into a court martial. Lauren heard giggling from behind the sofa, clearly not from the seated adults.

"Lauren, sit down here on the floor near the big chair. You can help during the first little play that these two are going to put on for our entertainment." Maria guided her firmly, pushing her to the floor with unnecessary force. Lauren tried to make out more details of the other figures behind the sofa but the poor light revealed little else. The carpet itched against her thighs so she pulled the short dress under her legs as she settled down to watch.

"Now, let me introduce you to Julie and Juan" said Maria, sitting down next to her uncle. "Both of them were refugees that we found as part of the international effort. They've got their papers to travel, and wanted to thank you with their little show!" Mild applause followed, giving Lauren a chance to determine the sincerity of the two teenagers. Both looked as though they came from wealthy families. Their skin was pure, unblemished, hair cut properly. Julie, sitting on the left, had a warm, round face, huge dark eyes and high cheek bones which enticed. Straight, thick black hair fell over her shoulders, and her eyes were fixed on her partner who was squeezed next to her on the big old chair. He looked strong, handsome in a local way, dressed similarly to Julie with a buttoned shirt and blue jeans. Neither of them wore shoes or socks. Lauren watched as Maria rested her head on her uncle's shoulder and nestled into him. Her hand slid precariously along his thigh, giving Lauren enough reason to believe that either he wasn't her uncle, or such family connections meant little in San Falino. She turned back to the two adolescents, noticing that the boy's left hand had begun to roam.

Lauren caught herself enjoying the entertainment from the very start, her attention fixed on his hands and the warmth that the girl must be feeling as he felt along her hips, pulling her a little closer to him as they debated the timing of their first, timid kiss. Lauren was lost in a dream world, unsure whether she would like to be the boy or girl snuggled into the chair. Julie's eyes closed as the boy leaned forward, his hand pulling her towards him as she simply held his elbow, cautious, almost embarrassed. Their lips touched, sticking delightfully as they pulled away. Opening their eyes, they smiled at each other before leaning again to kiss sweetly, longingly, indicating, at least to Lauren, that their intentions were to provide more than a few minutes of their display. She realised as well that they were enjoying themselves, free from any coercion, or threat to perform, a thought confirmed as they both slid deeper into the chair, a smile on the girl's face as a hand disappeared underneath her shirt, caressing her back.

Lauren glanced at the boy's jeans, determining without doubt that his cock was rigid, pushing against his zip in an effort to break free. Maria's fingers had also moved, now trailing lightly over the General's trousers. Julie moaned quietly as Juan pushed her shirt higher up her back. Lauren shifted on the floor, her pussy complaining about it's confinement and the way she was sitting. She moved, rearranging herself, catching a smirk from Maria as she checked around the room.

Reality hit her, catching her thoughts before they raced away on yet another dream- like voyage. Once again, she had allowed herself to be trapped, surrounded by people who were less than scrupulous, intent on sexual satisfaction at almost any cost. Yet again, her safety was probably in danger, and again she was not in control. Lauren ran wild thoughts around in her head, trying to determine how she ended up like this, after all the warnings, all the signs and a number of opportunities to rectify her situation. She recalled the theoretical balance she had conjured up, where she tried to weigh her sexual adventures, good and bad, to arrive at a balanced existence. She calculated that she was deep in the red with her unknown bank manager. A final moment of reason posed the question whether she would leave if she was offered a chance, but the boy's hand pushed Julie's shirt high up her side so that the firm swell of the underside of her breasts came into view and Lauren felt her pussy surge with pleasure as adrenaline shot through her body.

Julie's hands slowly traced along the boy's arms, up to his shoulders, encouraging him in his quest for her nipples. He rubbed over her covered breasts with the flat of his hand, circling her young mounds with increasing passion as the faintest of moans filled the room. They kissed so beautifully, alternating between deep exchanges of their tongues and the lightest of kisses, brushing lips against each other's, flicking and licking with perfect choreography. Juan found the top button of her shirt and flicked it carefully, parting the few inches of material to give her an even more casual look. She smiled at him between kisses, eyes closed, confident in his arms and caress. Her smile turned to a giggle, stifled quickly as Juan pulled the shirt apart, popping the next button off with deliberate force. Aroused further, she broke their embrace nestling into his neck as he popped the remainder. Her young breasts were small, tanned, peaked nicely by small nipples that were alert, pointed.

Possessed by new strength, with her shirt pushed to the sides, she grabbed his clothing, removing his shirt and tossing it over her shoulder dramatically. Their bodies, naked to the waist, embraced again, and Lauren could easily imagine the wonderful feeling of their teenage flesh, warm and firm, pressed together as their tongues once again dueled and their hands roamed with carefree abandon. The girl's breasts squashed out between their chests while their legs twisted together. Juan felt slowly all the way from her neck, over her shoulders and down her back until her reached the tightness of her jeans over her slim buttocks. Lauren watched as he slid a hand into one of the pockets, squeezing her before advancing boldly to her thighs. Leaning back slightly, she toyed with his nipples, tweaking each in turn, all the while maintaining a breathless embrace. Her fingers splayed apart, delving down towards his navel, widening as she glided past and found the bump in his jeans. As though suddenly switched on, his actions became firmer, stronger as he pushed hard between her thighs, midway between her knee and the zip and button that guarded his goal. Slowly, she gave way, parting her legs as best she could in the confined chair. Sensing her problem, he took her right leg and hooked it over the edge of the chair, running his nails over her thigh and slowly caressing her jean-covered vagina for all to see.

Lauren looked at the audience for their reaction and was surprised to see the General staring at her. Instantly, she looked back at the two teenagers, her mind registering belatedly that Maria appeared to have released his cock from the confines of his regulation trousers. Her heart beat wildly. Desperately, she hoped that this would be a quick demonstration in which she took no active part. Her peripheral vision confirmed that the others in his entourage were still seated, although she felt that a couple of them were either kissing or moving around a little behind the sofa. She kept her eyes firmly fixed on the show, shifting again on the floor as she coaxed the circulation back into her legs. Still uncomfortable, she leaned back against the sofa, at least three feet from the General, but more comfortable as she pulled her legs across each other. Happy that nobody could see underneath the dress, or knew that it had risen up over her thighs, she returned to the two in the chair.

Juan had undone the button of Julie's jeans, revealing further tanned skin. Her leg hung tight over the chair as her bottom raised slightly off the seat. She too had found his jeans and, breaking their embrace, leaned back against the chair, content to feel up and down the obvious length of his hard cock. A ripple of pleasure surged through Lauren, expectation mounting that she was soon to see both of them naked. She looked at the young girl, lying next to the boy, eyes closed, a satisfied smile across her lips. Her dark hair cascaded down over her shoulders, obscuring her nipples, but following the shape of her young breasts.

Feeling her way, the young girl flicked the button of his jeans to allow her hand to awkwardly dive down into his underpants. The angle made any rhythm difficult, and her attention was diverted as the tell-tale sound of her zip filled the room. Lauren held her breath, pleased suddenly with her front row seat, aroused as she caught sight of the tiny white knickers as the zip neared the end of it's travel. Without much of a pause, the boy slid his hand around her buttocks and dragged her jeans down to her knees in a couple of practiced movements. Her legs limited the distance they would travel, and he seemed more than content in being able to feel along the smoothness of her inner thighs and the thin elastic of the gusset of her knickers. Lauren slipped her hand very slowly between her legs, teasing the hairs around her pussy that seemed to be arguing which way to go.

"Leave her jeans on!" commanded the General.

The words shook Lauren out of her dream. The afternoon, the danger, all flooded back into her life. She glanced across at him, aware that Maria had lost her shirt, but for some strange reason was wearing a bra. The deep cleavage was more than apparent as she bent low into the General's lap and probed the bulb of his red cock with her tongue. Lauren swallowed hard.

Julie undid the boy's zip and caught both his jeans and underpants in her fingers, tugging hard as he lifted his bottom. The thickness of his cock surprised Lauren as it sprung from his underpants, rigid, pointing directly at the young girl's head. She completed the job, pushing the clothing off his feet as he helped with his hands. Naked, he pulled her close to his chest, hiding his erection as best as he could while Julie wrapped her fingers around it, pulling gently downwards as the foreskin peeled back. Lauren inhaled deeply, mouth open as if to try and taste him. She turned her attention back to the girl, her hips well shaped, athletically thin, in keeping with her thighs. Her upper body was strong, the shoulder-blades prominent, working in concert with the muscles of her back. The boy gained courage, pushing inside her small knickers, down between her thighs around to her anus. Roughly he gripped her in his hand, pulling hard so that she shifted off the arm of the chair, down to the floor. On cue, she pushed him into the middle of the chair and began to lick slowly from the base of his cock, up to the bulging top and down again.

Lauren watched, enthralled as his cock grew shiny with her saliva. She could see the dampness between the girl's legs and the tight crease where her knickers had been pulled deep between her pussy lips. Her small, young bottom bobbed up and down gently in time with her head, a matter of inches from Lauren's face. She licked and sucked silently for three or four minutes until she pulled him up off the seat and took his place. The jeans remained around her knees as he kneeled down between her legs. Gripping her feet, he raised them above his head and slid her knickers up to join her jeans, exposing her pussy and anus to the room. Lauren stifled a gasp as she saw the fine hair around her pussy, tailored and cut so perfectly to show off the shape of her vagina. He pushed down, opening her legs so that Lauren could see the glistening lips of her pussy and the tiny pinkness of her anus. A sense of dizziness washed through Lauren, causing her to wonder what she would have to do to be a part of their act.

Julie gripped the back of her legs, leaving Juan both hands free to part her buttocks before tracing the line between her labia with his tongue. There was no doubt in Lauren's mind that the girl was close to orgasm, and she watched, detecting the well-known sign as his tongue flicked around the hood of her clitoris. While he licked, he ran his finger along her labia, absorbing some of the saliva and her arousal. His finger stopped at her anus, straightened and then slowly entered her as she shook, spreading her legs as far as she could. Obviously frustrated, her hips bucked up and down as he ploughed deeper, his tongue increasing it's circular motion around her clitoris. The palm of his hand approached her buttocks until it was flat against her, the middle finger deep inside. He stood, still embedded in her, and position his cock at the entrance to her wet vagina. Julie took him in her hands, guiding him in as he pushed firmly. Open-mouthed, Lauren watched as the boy sank into her, almost feeling his length as her own pussy lubricated automatically in sympathy.

His pace increased as they settled into the chair and their rhythm. Lauren watched as his red-veined cock pushed into her. The lips of her vagina gripped him totally, allowing him to slide in easily, bending very slightly as his full length disappeared and his balls struck her buttocks. As he pulled back, she just caught sight of the thick roll of his foreskin and the purple knob of his cock before he plunged again. With a similar rhythm, he pushed into her anus, back and forth, twisting and turning his finger while moans grew in volume from the teenagers and also behind Lauren. Frantically, the boy seemed to sense the moment of no return, and thrust into the girl with renewed strength, squashing her deep into the chair as he towered over her. Lauren watched his finger flashing in and out of her anus until suddenly he shrieked with joy and entered a spasm of long, hard strokes while Julie tried to grip him with her legs around his neck. He paused, buried full length into the girl, his balls tight up inside him and his legs trembling from the exertion. Slipping out of her after several moments, he knelt beside the chair, helping her legs down onto the ground. A ripple of applause echoed round the room, causing Lauren to smile in appreciation.   "Don't forget!" said the General, apparently to the girl. "Save it!" She nodded, snuggling into the chair. Maria seemed to have finished attending to the General, who was naked except for his army shirt (and medals).

 Chapter 51

"Lauren" Silence. "Lauren" echoed again, shaking. She opened her eyes, the morning light streaming through the window, dazzling her, silhouetting Maria. "Hey, wake up, here's coffee!" Lauren rolled onto her side, slowly recalling their love making the previous night. Her senses told her she was still naked, a distinctly unhealthy stickiness between her legs.

"Oh, thanks. What time is it?" asked Lauren, avoiding her eyes.

"About ten. Jamie's up already. Emma looks a lot better. She's certainly cooler."

"Good." said Lauren, hoping she would leave, that the subject at the forefront of her mind that morning, the same that had kept her awake hours after they parted, would be forgotten, never mentioned again.

Maria sat beside her. She was dressed, shirt, trousers, hair done up in regulation army style. Her hand rested on the sheet over Lauren's hip, greeting her. Their eyes met and Lauren was rewarded by a smile.

"You're a wonderful lover" she said quietly, her hand traveling over her side to her shoulders, tracing circles over her tanned flesh. Lauren looked at her face, trying to read the expression.

"So are you! I'm a bit tired, aren't you?"

"Mmm, a little. But I've got things to do. You haven't, so you can stay there all day, if you wish." The covers slid down, the curves and valleys of her breasts revealed as Maria opened her mouth and clasped her nipple between her lips. Sunlight shone through her hair, warm and gentle as Lauren gulped in air, trying hard to breath regularly as the girl squeezed her breasts together and flicked her nipples with her tongue. But just as Lauren closed her eyes and prayed the attention would travel lower, Maria rose and walked to the door. "Oh, in fact, you can stay here until you've considered my little proposition. One show, just to cheer him up. That's all! I'll be back this afternoon."

She shut the door behind her. Lauren covered herself, breathing out deeply, feeling used, cheated and bewildered. The door clicked, and her heart sank. Although she knew the answer, she tip-toed to the door and tried the handle. It was locked. She tried another door, presuming it went to either a bathroom or an adjoining room. It too was firmly locked. No escape, unless she wanted to lose fifty pounds and squeeze through the window. Miserably, she trudged back to the bed, turning over an assortment of escape plans. Some sensible, some distasteful, and others suitable only for comic books.

She realised that Maria had the upper hand. She could split the three of them up, transporting each child to another camp. Even just dump them by the roadside alone. Or she could probably have them all killed. She could also leave her in the room to die of starvation.

On the other hand, maybe if Lauren took part in this demonstration she would make sure they were transported to safety. The seed of a deal started to sprout in her mind and so she sat, through the morning sun and into the afternoon haze, thinking, bemoaning her fate, dreading the return of her captor.

Six hours later the lock clattered in the door and Maria reappeared, carrying a tray. A plate seemed to be covered with a huge red napkin, but she was delighted to see a small jug of water, with tiny beads of condensation chasing down the sides. Her eyes fixed on it, tracking it's every movement. She could almost taste the cold, clear water that swirled in the jug. She smiled as Maria approached and held out her hand to take the water.

"Uh uh. Not yet. Now, what have we decided?" Lauren shook her head. "What, you've decided nothing?"

"I'll do it on these conditions: there's nobody except your uncle and me in the room, and the children don't get to know about it. Also, you have our passports for us before I do it, and take us to the border afterwards." There, she had recited her speech flawlessly. She watched Maria's face, and was disturbed to see a smile creep across her face. Maria set the tray down on the floor and sat beside her.

"Lori, my dear." she said, touching the side of her face. "What an offer!" She looked down, smiling again. "Hey, look what you've got on! My favourite shirt! It suits you" Maria beamed at her, feeling the shoulders and the fit. Mischievously, she peeked under the shirt. "Ohh! Couldn't find any knickers then?" Lauren felt her touch, fingers gliding from her buttocks along the line where her knicker elastic should have been. Lauren wondered if she was forgiven, if she had been tested and had played her hand well. Maria touched her shoulder, gently guiding her back against the pillow.

"You're so pretty." she said, kissing her lips. "Such wonderful breasts" she murmured as her lips found her nipples. "And your pussy is heaven. Relax" she whispered, kissing her hips, over to her navel and down swiftly into her pubic hair. Instinctively, Lauren parted her legs, anxious to please the girl, to seal their friendship and gain her agreement. Maria gripped her thighs, lapping up from mid thigh to her pussy, then pushing both hands under her buttocks to lift her higher. Her tongue pressed against her entrance, firm, penetrating, warm and soothing. Lauren reached down, gently rubbing the pink folds of skin over her clitoris, coaxing it out and generating a bubbling inside that flowed through her.

"Oh Lori. Lori. You're such a tart!"

Stunned, humiliated, Lauren shot upright, dragging the covers over herself. "Lori, look at you. All I have to do is push you against the pillow and you've lost control!"

"You shit!" she squealed, pulling the covers across even tighter.

"Lauren, what does it matter if my uncle has you? He probably only has to ask, right?" Lauren lashed out, trying to strike her, but she recoiled, anticipating the blow. Maria stood and reached down beside the bed for the tray.

"I need the water"

"Course you do. When you're ready." Lauren watched as the girl's eyes traveled over the sheets, noting the shape below. She pulled the covers tighter. "Since you couldn't agree to last night's suggestion, the deal has changed. I want him to have Emma."

"No!" shrieked Lauren. "Bitch!"

Maria held up her hand. "I haven't finished." she stated, the smile gone, irritation on her face. "You will be there and so will I. You'll do everything that I ask. If you don't agree, I'll have Jamie shipped to the front line. You have twenty-four hours." She swung on her heel and left. Lauren watched the water disappear, utter dismay setting in. She licked her dry lips, thinking that the only moisture they had received that day had been from Maria's embrace. The key jangled again in the lock and Maria peered round the door. "Oh, by the way, just to help you decide, later tonight I'm going to show what I've been doing all day. It's a film that stars someone you know!"

Lauren's mind reeled from the thought, the lack of food and water contributing to her feeling of weightlessness and inability to concentrate. She presumed that she had filmed either Jamie or Emma. Maybe she had caught one of them sunbathing, or running around the house naked. It was a bit unlikely, but possible. Then it dawned on her, the children's desire for each other, their boredom in the house, a search for release and entertainment. Perhaps Maria had caught them together. Her mind raced, setting up situations,   tearing them down, building towers of fantasy on the flimsiest foundations.

She wrapped herself tighter in the sheets and shuffled into the corner of the bed. She thought of her mother, Nikki, Switzerland and the safety of her bedroom. Mentally, she toured the room, opening drawers, finding trinkets from years gone by. A lump settled in her throat and she began to cry, quietly, her chest heaving with great gulps of air as she bit into the bedding. She cursed herself for even thinking that Maria wanted to make love to her, for even thinking that her problem could have been solved that easily. Her head floated, the lack of food now causing her to think poorly, her logic screwed. She flopped back onto the bed, watching the   ceiling glide by.

Darkness settled into the corners of the room and the sun no longer shone through the windows. She knew that within the hour, stars would appear. She dreaded the return of Maria and rehearsed clever lines that might make her captor see sense. The day faded rapidly, the gloomy dusk permeating through the walls to hang like a cloud over her head.

Less than twenty minutes later she heard doors banging in the house, footsteps approaching and the bedroom door as it banged noisily against the wall.

"Whoops! Sorry about that!" said Maria cheerily. Lauren rolled onto her side and watched the woman as she kicked the door shut. Wearing only her soldier's shirt and her tight lycra shorts, she carried the tray in her hands and once again Lauren tracked the sight of the water, now accompanied by fruit. She momentarily closed her eyes in dread as she saw the lone video cassette, unlabeled, black and foreboding. "Had a good day?"

Lauren lay there silently, a tremble starting in her stomach, a rich mixture of anger, hunger and to her disgust, lust. Lauren looked at her figure as she placed the tray next to the television. Her tightly cut shorts hugged her thighs, the crisp outline disappearing temptingly underneath her shirt. She watched as Maria turned, reached behind her head and undid the clasp that held her long black hair in a bun. It tumbled down over her shoulders, swirling as Maria shook her head for maximum effect.

"I'll dispense with the niceties. I'm going to show you a video. If you do as I say, you'll get water and food. Otherwise, it's another day for you. Understand?" Lauren lay there, silently, her anger brimming. "Understand?" shouted Maria.

Lauren shrugged, indicating passive acceptance for the moment. Her gaze slid past Maria and over to the tray, perched safely on the chest of drawers. She heard the mechanics of the video machine as Maria slotted the tape inside and watched almost impassively as she turned, reached under her shirt and slid the tight shorts down her legs.

"What are you wearing?" she demanded, grabbing the remote control.

"What?"

"Don't be stupid! What are you wearing?"

"My shirt"

"Knickers?" Lauren nodded. "Stand up!" Lauren obeyed, her head light, blood rushing out as she teetered by the side of the bed. "Lift your shirt, show me!"

Lauren looked at the floor between them, gathering the long shirt tails and bunching them at the side. She tried to look down at herself but her balance suffered.

"Take your knickers off!"

Lauren fumbled, trying to keep the shirt up while using her other hand to slip the material over her hips. Eventually, her knickers tumbled to the floor and she stood there, now frightened at the tone of the woman's voice and her plans for their evening's entertainment. Her hand sneaked down between her thighs, covering her pubic hair.

"Lauren, I'm going to trust you to do as I say one last time. OK?" She moved towards the bathroom door and produced a key. "I'm going to let you go to the toilet now but I expect you to do as I say. Do you understand?" Lauren nodded, relief percolating through her body as she envisioned the toilet, the sight of the water in the bowl. "Come on then" Lauren followed her, slipping past her before sitting on the toilet thankfully. She looked up at Maria, her eyes indicating that she wanted her to leave.

Shaking her head, Maria stood right in front of her, pushing her knees apart. "Arms up! And spread your legs, wide now!" Maria grabbed the tail of Lauren's shirt and pulled, caressing her breasts as it went over her head. Lauren's groan was accompanied by a gushing sound as her bowels let go and the hot stream shot down into the bowl. "Wider. And look up at me!" Lauren felt the ache in her bladder as the torrent continued and saw the pleasure in Maria's face as she bent down and placed a kiss on her lips. Hands trailed from her shoulders down over her breasts, causing such a state of confusion in her mind that she thought she would cry. She was at a total loss whether to respond, slap her face or simply fall to the floor in tears. Looking for guidance, she opened her eyes just as Maria pushed her wet tongue between her lips, flicking along her teeth. Lauren sucked greedily, the woman's saliva welcome in overcoming her own dryness.

Abruptly, Maria broke away and reached for a flannel by the sink. Lauren watched almost in pain as pure, warm water flowed from the tap.

"I'm going to wash your pussy before we watch the film. Do you understand?"

"Mmm" replied Lauren, a delicate trickle playing into the toilet. Maria stood in front of her, watching, her eyes roaming between the anguish on Lauren's face, down over her firm, tanned breasts to the gaping vagina that had been cruelly exposed.

"Oh, Lauren! Looks like this is a bit of a turn-on for you, right?" Lauren shrugged, knowing full well that the warmth between her legs had slowly spread inside her in expectation. Her eyes focused on the flannel as Maria squatted in front of her and began to wipe her clean. She closed her eyes in delight as the wonderful heat aroused her further. Maria gently glided over her pussy lips, wiping up one side then down the other, pushing very slightly into her vagina. Lauren gripped her shoulders to steady herself, communicating the intensity of her pleasure as her fingers dug into the woman's skin. Her mouth dried even further as her breathing became stronger, noisier. She slid further forward, hoping that a finger would dive into her hot sex. Alarm bells rang in her head, reminding her of the last encounter she had experienced with Maria, and how she had been rebuffed so cruelly.

"Since you've done as I asked, I'm going to let you have some water, OK?"

"Oh thank you!" said Lauren, desperately, her need for water ten times that for sex. Maria returned with the bottle and stood in front of her again. Nodding down at her vagina, she silently waited for Lauren to assume her spread position before pouring the water for her. Lauren drank greedily, spilling the icy water over her breasts in the process. She stopped after half a glass, feeling a rebellious bubbling from inside. Shakily, she handed the glass back to Maria.

"Very good. Now into the bath. We need to wash your hair." Lauren rose dutifully and stepped into the empty bath, cautiously watching Maria. She was shaking visibly now, the lack of food and the anxiety mixing to the next level of nervousness. "Lean back on your elbows or it'll all go in your eyes, won't it?" chided Maria as she unhooked the showerhead and ran the water. Once she was satisfied with the temperature, she quickly dampened Lauren's hair before letting the shower dangle in the bath behind Lauren. She unscrewed the top of the shampoo bottle and dribbled the thick liquid over Lauren's thighs, causing her to squeal and shift in the bath. "Open your legs, as wide as you can!" she commanded.

Still leaning back on her elbows, Lauren did as she was told, resting her knees against the edge of the bath. She could feel another trail of the cold slippery shampoo just above her pubic hair, and knew it was heading relentlessly down towards her pussy. As it flowed it slowly warmed up, until it dribbled across the tiny folds around her clitoris and onward over the opening to her vagina. Slowly, it trailed down towards her anus, then between the cheeks of her bottom and onto the surface of the bath. The light touch of fingers gave her a start, but her surprise gave way to pleasure as the fingers kneaded the shampoo over her pussy, slowly circling her clitoris, delving very slightly inside her pussy with the grace and sensuality of an adept lover.

The fingers took their time, now circling over her labia, caressing her gently, swirling in time with her breathing. Lauren felt her head swaying, her neck hurting as her head lolled back, eyes closed, fire below her rippling stomach muscles. Lower now, traversing the tiny chasm between her pussy and anus, gathering the shampoo from   her thighs and massaging around her tight anus.

More dribbles, higher, from her navel up to her nipples. She shuddered with the cold shock, feeling the tingle in her breasts as they too responded to the liquid caress. Finally, she felt the shampoo in her hair, heard the clunk of the bottle and felt the gentle hands massaging her hair, spreading the lather.

"Lauren, you have a beautiful body, you know?" asked Maria. "So responsive. You're so easy to turn on. I should think you can hardly control yourself when you're with Emma, right?" asked Maria, circling Lauren's breast with bubbles. Lauren shrugged, her mind feebly trying to analyse the impact of the comment. Maria dabbed two soapy blobs on her nipples, giggling lightly as they both stayed in place. She rinsed her hair and applied the shampoo again, rubbing up a rich lather again. Lauren's arms ached and she shifted in the bath, looking for a more relaxing position. She felt a towel across her forehead, soft and warm. She opened her eyes, half smiling as she saw Maria shrugging off her shirt, her large breasts revealed. Her gaze rested between the woman's legs, the parted labia clear, allowing the slightest hint of her clitoris to show through the dark pubic hair. Lust stirred in Lauren's stomach, coursing through her veins. She watched as Maria raised her left leg and stepped into the bath, facing away from her.

Now straddled either side by the taut firmness of Maria's legs, she shifted and looked up, admiring the delicacy of her pussy and the tightness of her bottom. Maria slowly sank into the confines of the bath, her thighs pushing Lauren up slightly. Maria found the shower and rinsed off Lauren, paying special attention to her pussy and anus. Lauren couldn't see Maria's hands, but could feel her exploring, rinsing and testing her skin for any remains of the shampoo. Finally, Maria ran the spray across her own back, forming rivulets that ran down, off her buttocks and over Lauren's shoulders and chest. Maria descended lower, her pussy now inches from Lauren's mouth, the clitoris fully in view, pink, proud and purring for attention.

Maria reached for the soap and rubbed it between her hands before applying it to the channel of Lauren's buttocks. She felt the woman's fingers slowly circling her anus, teasing now and again with a finger tip inside her. Lauren pushed her bottom up, encouraging, demanding greater depth but Maria continued her wanderings, involving her pussy, tracing each of her labia between her fingers, circling her clitoris before soaping her inner thighs. Lauren moaned, the hunger for food and satisfaction now mingled into one almighty demand. Suddenly, Maria shoved her middle finger as deep as she could into Lauren's anus, making her shriek loudly and buck up against her hand. As if in response, Maria sat on her face, smothering her, wriggling as though commanding Lauren to suck and lick or suffer. The finger in her anus withdrew, then returned, hard, straight, deep inside.

Lauren pushed her tongue out, finding the sweet juice of the woman ready to flow, and with each probe of her tongue, the floodgates opened slightly wider, rewarding her with the taste that she had come to love all too often. She felt Maria's push a thumb against her vagina, seeking out the other entrance to her body that would take her over the top. Lauren reciprocated, freeing her hands from the side of the bath to grab Maria's buttocks, spreading her cheeks before circling her anus for the shortest time. Without ceremony, Lauren pushed inside her anus with her thumb, feeling the tight muscles give way until she was inside the warmth of the woman. The very thought doubled the lust inside her, pushing her orgasm closer to reality. With her tongue deep inside Maria, she thrust again, withdrew and thrust, keeping up a steady rhythm in time with Maria. Lauren's hips shook as her knees banged on the side of the bath. She was convinced she was about to feint but couldn't have cared less. Maria increased her speed, pushing, turning and pushing again into both orifices as she gripped Lauren tightly with her thighs.

Lauren felt the tight anal walls pulsing around her thumb, and sensing the final push, she flicked between the woman's vagina and her clitoris, pleased beyond belief as she heard her squeal with delight. Maria pushed her left hand under Lauren's bottom, pulling her higher, grabbing her buttocks. With an almighty groan, Lauren came, the heat bursting from her sex as she shook in oblivion. Maria sank onto Lauren's face, quivering delightedly as she too came gently on the younger girl's tongue.

For several minutes, they remained locked together. Lauren floated in no-man's land, her mind drifting, her throat dry and her shivering once again uncontrollable. Maria slowly removed her fingers and slid round in the bath, sinking down on top of Lauren as they hugged in each other's arms. They slid together, the soap spreading over them gradually as their embrace lingered.

As their breathing slowed, Maria slipped over to the side, pulled the shower attachment towards herself and directed the water over Lauren. It warmed her, and dribbles splashed into her open mouth.

"Lauren, I had intended to punish you this evening." she said thoughtfully. Lauren caught her gaze momentarily before blinking and looking at the suds in the bath. Maria shifted away from her, bracing her legs against the sides of the bath as she laid back against the other end, facing Lauren. Her pussy pouted, the wrinkled lips wide, flowering with their promise of warmth, sweetness and delight. "I wanted to punish you, and decided this afternoon to have you tied and thrashed."

"What....?" muttered Lauren, startled by the severity of her captor's anger.

"Shh! I changed my mind!" Maria dribbled the shower over her own body, droplets spraying over her large breasts. Lauren watched as they coursed down, past her navel and through the dark mat of her pubic hair. Down to her anus, the dark hole where she had already pushed her tongue, hard, probing until her jaw hurt. So clean that it tasted of nothing but soap, so sensitive that it gripped her tongue in waves of energy, pulsing randomly with such force that Lauren wanted to giggle with delight. "I changed my mind because you're such a delight." she whispered. Maria caressed her breasts with the shower and her hand, both lightly playing with her nipples. "You're such a responsive lover, so generous."

Lauren could think of nothing to say that would sound good, or might ensure their freedom. She licked her lips, guiding water over her tongue. "Lauren, I think I can trust you to behave tomorrow. I want you to explain to Emma what's going to happen. Prepare her. We start at about four in the afternoon. He has to be gone by five, and there's all sorts of entertainment planned, not just you."

Their eyes met. Lauren's heart pounded. She knew she was going to agree to cooperate, but the words stuck in her mouth. She clung to the hope that Maria would mention more about their eventual release from the house, but it seemed foolish to ask again after her demands the previous night had been so brusquely rebuffed.

"Deal?"

"OK. I just want to go home, that's all."

"Course you do. You will, you just need to, well, to pay your way." She stood, smiling radiantly. "Good, I'm glad we understand each other." said Maria, placing one foot on the floor. Her pussy gleamed, the lips shining where the pubic hair gave way to the purity and delicacy of her labia. Lauren cursed the feeling brewing once again deep inside her. "Now, I'll let you tell Emma tonight." She stood briefly in front of Lauren, then turned, grabbed a towel and left.

Lauren shivered in the coolness of the room, running through the scenarios of the following hours, rehearsing lines that would break the news to Emma that she was to be once again the pleasure of a stranger.

Lauren dried herself, pulled on a clean shirt, and tried the door. It opened, revealing the hallway. Less than a minute later, Lauren opened the door to her room.

"Lauren, where the hell have you been?" said Emma angrily.

"What?" stuttered Lauren, noting the heat and anger in Emma's voice. In her mind she had prepared for hugs and kisses all round, not accusations of desertion. "Maria locked me in her room. Do you feel better?"

"Lauren, she said that you were staying with her for a while. That you were lovers!"

"Don't be stupid. I couldn't get out."

"So why are you out now?"

"Because I agreed." And slowly, Emma managed to ask all the wrong questions that led to the explanation of the entertainment the following day.

"No fucking way!" shouted Emma, curling up on her bed.

"Watch your language, young lady! We're in trouble. She wants you to 'perform', as she calls it, with her uncle. There'll be others there as well, including me. I don't know what they want me to do. If we don't, Jamie goes to the front line."

Emma sat up, glaring at her. "Lori, did you make love to her in the bath just now?" Lauren glowed red, desperately trying to find some place to hide her eyes. "I knew, it! I just knew it! Why should I believe anything you say. I'm left here for two days, ill, while you go and get laid!"

"It wasn't like that." insisted Lauren defiantly, her own voice now raised. "She locked the door and wouldn't give me food or water." Emma was silent although her body shook occasionally as her tears flowed. Lauren sat down on her bed and touched her shoulder. Emma shrugged her off. "Emma, I promise, I couldn't get out."

"But why did you have sex with her? Eh? Did she force you?"

"No"

"No, course not." Emma looked up, her eyes red and wet.

"She mentioned a film. Did you know about a film she had?" The little girl recoiled as though she had suddenly snapped out of a day- dream. For Lauren, that was enough.


Chapter 52

During the morning, Lauren spent her time either avoiding Maria or looking at her watch, counting the minutes before four o'clock. Maria had carefully laid out some juvenile clothing for the girls - pale yellow floral print dresses with large white buttons down the front. Lauren held hers against her body and grimaced. Five years ago she could have worn it in mid-summer, but her tastes had moved on. But her dismay was tempered by the fact that Maria had delivered thin, almost see-though briefs, cut high and short that accentuated her dark thighs and the firmness of her buttocks. As the morning wore on, Emma seemed to accept that Lauren had told mostly the truth, and that their fate was to be decided that afternoon. Her sulky silence gave way to small talk, followed by outright babbling, until just after lunchtime when the two girls returned to their room. Emma slipped over onto Lauren's bed and nestled down against her shoulder, lightly cupping her breast.

"Can't see why Maria didn't get us some decent clothes earlier" said Emma, the warmth of her breath tingling her nipples.

"No reason to. You're going to look good in yours, you know."

"And you. You always look beautiful. You could wear a potato sack and look good."

"Maybe if it was over my head." said Lauren, smiling at the thought.

"That's stupid."

"No, you're the pretty one"

Lauren felt a tightening in her throat as the tiny fingers toyed with her nipple. Her heart beat loudly as their bodies warmed together, legs entwined, their warmth shared as both their shirts rode up. She knew it would be a simple matter to reciprocate, to lift her lips up to her own and gently kiss her, even just to cup her buttocks and trail her fingers through the young valley. But she resisted the urge, settling for a tight hug and a kiss to her forehead.

"What do you think they'll want me to do?" asked Emma.

"I'm not sure. I think Maria wants you to have sex with her uncle. He's a General in their army. Seems to control most of the south."

"What else?"

Lauren shrugged, barely disguising her shock at the question. She had at least expected protest, tears, fear in the young girl's eyes. "I don't know any more, I'm sorry." Lauren shifted, dis-entangling. "But I'll be there". She swung her legs over the side of the bed, taking the opportunity to glance between Emma's young thighs. "If they do anything disgusting, I'll get them to stop." Silence. Lauren felt her sphincter tightening, concern rippling through her body. She thought of home, Switzerland, warmth and security. For the hundredth time in less than a week, she wondered if they should have stayed in Boquette rather than venture out with all the other refugees.

"Lori, I'm sorry if I shouted at you. Really I am." said Emma. The little girl's legs parted slightly.

"It's OK. We're all very nervous, right? Tell you what, let's have a long bath together".

Delightedly, Emma bounced off the bed and headed with Lauren to the bathroom. For the next hour, they played like two schoolgirls in the bath. Outwardly, their giggling and splashing might have seemed to be carefree, expectant. But their glances into each other's eyes betrayed their fears. And as the water drained away and the minutes slipped by, the chatter died down.

The sound of strangers could be heard in the house, and during a sudden flurry of activity, Lauren sensed the General's arrival. Maria strode into the room less than ten minutes later. She wore makeup, delicately enhancing the depth of her eyes and the sensuous curve of her lips.

"Good, Lauren, come here" she commanded, standing just inside the doorway, looking down at a spot less than a foot in front of her. Lauren slipped off the bed and stood as ordered, feeling Maria's hands over her buttocks and between her legs, fingers gliding along the length of her labia, caressing her through the sheer fabric. The woman looked over her, checking her hair, pulling the dress away from Lauren's chest to make sure she was wearing nothing else.

"Good girl. Did you have a bath?"

"Yes, about an hour ago."

"All clean?"

"Yes"

"Everywhere?"

Lauren shrugged. "Yeah."

Maria leaned forward, kissed her cheek and took her hand. "Come! Emma, you'll have to wait here. We have so little time today, the General has to be out of here before five- thirty, so don't fall asleep, OK?"

Emma smiled radiantly at Maria, causing Lauren to look quickly between the two girls as she tried to understand Emma's reaction that seem to border on enthusiasm. Hand in hand, Lauren trotted barefoot behind Maria out from the room towards the lounge. She could hear voices in the down the hallway, expectant, excited, certainly more than two or three people. Maria pushed the door and the faces turned towards her.

Lauren noticed that the General was sitting on the sofa, clothed in army fatigues, bright bars across his chest and a hat on the cushion next to him. The curtains in the room had been drawn, and two standard lamps were all that had been provided to light the scene. At least fifty years old, the General looked fit, almost respectable. His clean shaven face betrayed years of outdoor punishment, rugged, almost pothole, with deep, dark eyes and the beginnings of a smile. Lauren decided that the smile was one to encourage performance, rather than to signal affection. Two youngsters, a boy and girl, sat squeezed together on one of the fireside chairs where Lauren had slumped on many a boring afternoon watching the television. Behind the sofa, chairs had been arranged that were now occupied by what looked like the Generals entourage, both men and women, all younger than him by at least twenty years.

Maria grinned excessively as she approached her uncle. "Uncle, this is Lauren. As I mentioned, she's the au pair of Emma, the girl who wants to entertain you this afternoon. Lauren has prepared her, and in fact, has introduced Emma to some of the wilder pleasures of sex!"

Lauren shot a glance at Maria at the distortion of the truth. She thought better of protesting that it was a mutual seduction, anxious not to turn the afternoon, already out of her control, into a court martial. Lauren heard giggling from behind the sofa, clearly not from the seated adults.

"Lauren, sit down here on the floor near the big chair. You can help during the first little play that these two are going to put on for our entertainment." Maria guided her firmly, pushing her to the floor with unnecessary force. Lauren tried to make out more details of the other figures behind the sofa but the poor light revealed little else. The carpet itched against her thighs so she pulled the short dress under her legs as she settled down to watch.

"Now, let me introduce you to Julie and Juan" said Maria, sitting down next to her uncle. "Both of them were refugees that we found as part of the international effort. They've got their papers to travel, and wanted to thank you with their little show!" Mild applause followed, giving Lauren a chance to determine the sincerity of the two teenagers. Both looked as though they came from wealthy families. Their skin was pure, unblemished, hair cut properly. Julie, sitting on the left, had a warm, round face, huge dark eyes and high cheek bones which enticed. Straight, thick black hair fell over her shoulders, and her eyes were fixed on her partner who was squeezed next to her on the big old chair. He looked strong, handsome in a local way, dressed similarly to Julie with a buttoned shirt and blue jeans. Neither of them wore shoes or socks. Lauren watched as Maria rested her head on her uncle's shoulder and nestled into him. Her hand slid precariously along his thigh, giving Lauren enough reason to believe that either he wasn't her uncle, or such family connections meant little in San Falino. She turned back to the two adolescents, noticing that the boy's left hand had begun to roam.

Lauren caught herself enjoying the entertainment from the very start, her attention fixed on his hands and the warmth that the girl must be feeling as he felt along her hips, pulling her a little closer to him as they debated the timing of their first, timid kiss. Lauren was lost in a dream world, unsure whether she would like to be the boy or girl snuggled into the chair. Julie's eyes closed as the boy leaned forward, his hand pulling her towards him as she simply held his elbow, cautious, almost embarrassed. Their lips touched, sticking delightfully as they pulled away. Opening their eyes, they smiled at each other before leaning again to kiss sweetly, longingly, indicating, at least to Lauren, that their intentions were to provide more than a few minutes of their display. She realised as well that they were enjoying themselves, free from any coercion, or threat to perform, a thought confirmed as they both slid deeper into the chair, a smile on the girl's face as a hand disappeared underneath her shirt, caressing her back.

Lauren glanced at the boy's jeans, determining without doubt that his cock was rigid, pushing against his zip in an effort to break free. Maria's fingers had also moved, now trailing lightly over the General's trousers. Julie moaned quietly as Juan pushed her shirt higher up her back. Lauren shifted on the floor, her pussy complaining about it's confinement and the way she was sitting. She moved, rearranging herself, catching a smirk from Maria as she checked around the room.

Reality hit her, catching her thoughts before they raced away on yet another dream- like voyage. Once again, she had allowed herself to be trapped, surrounded by people who were less than scrupulous, intent on sexual satisfaction at almost any cost. Yet again, her safety was probably in danger, and again she was not in control. Lauren ran wild thoughts around in her head, trying to determine how she ended up like this, after all the warnings, all the signs and a number of opportunities to rectify her situation. She recalled the theoretical balance she had conjured up, where she tried to weigh her sexual adventures, good and bad, to arrive at a balanced existence. She calculated that she was deep in the red with her unknown bank manager. A final moment of reason posed the question whether she would leave if she was offered a chance, but the boy's hand pushed Julie's shirt high up her side so that the firm swell of the underside of her breasts came into view and Lauren felt her pussy surge with pleasure as adrenaline shot through her body.

Julie's hands slowly traced along the boy's arms, up to his shoulders, encouraging him in his quest for her nipples. He rubbed over her covered breasts with the flat of his hand, circling her young mounds with increasing passion as the faintest of moans filled the room. They kissed so beautifully, alternating between deep exchanges of their tongues and the lightest of kisses, brushing lips against each other's, flicking and licking with perfect choreography. Juan found the top button of her shirt and flicked it carefully, parting the few inches of material to give her an even more casual look. She smiled at him between kisses, eyes closed, confident in his arms and caress. Her smile turned to a giggle, stifled quickly as Juan pulled the shirt apart, popping the next button off with deliberate force. Aroused further, she broke their embrace nestling into his neck as he popped the remainder. Her young breasts were small, tanned, peaked nicely by small nipples that were alert, pointed.

Possessed by new strength, with her shirt pushed to the sides, she grabbed his clothing, removing his shirt and tossing it over her shoulder dramatically. Their bodies, naked to the waist, embraced again, and Lauren could easily imagine the wonderful feeling of their teenage flesh, warm and firm, pressed together as their tongues once again dueled and their hands roamed with carefree abandon. The girl's breasts squashed out between their chests while their legs twisted together. Juan felt slowly all the way from her neck, over her shoulders and down her back until her reached the tightness of her jeans over her slim buttocks. Lauren watched as he slid a hand into one of the pockets, squeezing her before advancing boldly to her thighs. Leaning back slightly, she toyed with his nipples, tweaking each in turn, all the while maintaining a breathless embrace. Her fingers splayed apart, delving down towards his navel, widening as she glided past and found the bump in his jeans. As though suddenly switched on, his actions became firmer, stronger as he pushed hard between her thighs, midway between her knee and the zip and button that guarded his goal. Slowly, she gave way, parting her legs as best she could in the confined chair. Sensing her problem, he took her right leg and hooked it over the edge of the chair, running his nails over her thigh and slowly caressing her jean-covered vagina for all to see.

Lauren looked at the audience for their reaction and was surprised to see the General staring at her. Instantly, she looked back at the two teenagers, her mind registering belatedly that Maria appeared to have released his cock from the confines of his regulation trousers. Her heart beat wildly. Desperately, she hoped that this would be a quick demonstration in which she took no active part. Her peripheral vision confirmed that the others in his entourage were still seated, although she felt that a couple of them were either kissing or moving around a little behind the sofa. She kept her eyes firmly fixed on the show, shifting again on the floor as she coaxed the circulation back into her legs. Still uncomfortable, she leaned back against the sofa, at least three feet from the General, but more comfortable as she pulled her legs across each other. Happy that nobody could see underneath the dress, or knew that it had risen up over her thighs, she returned to the two in the chair.

Juan had undone the button of Julie's jeans, revealing further tanned skin. Her leg hung tight over the chair as her bottom raised slightly off the seat. She too had found his jeans and, breaking their embrace, leaned back against the chair, content to feel up and down the obvious length of his hard cock. A ripple of pleasure surged through Lauren, expectation mounting that she was soon to see both of them naked. She looked at the young girl, lying next to the boy, eyes closed, a satisfied smile across her lips. Her dark hair cascaded down over her shoulders, obscuring her nipples, but following the shape of her young breasts.

Feeling her way, the young girl flicked the button of his jeans to allow her hand to awkwardly dive down into his underpants. The angle made any rhythm difficult, and her attention was diverted as the tell-tale sound of her zip filled the room. Lauren held her breath, pleased suddenly with her front row seat, aroused as she caught sight of the tiny white knickers as the zip neared the end of it's travel. Without much of a pause, the boy slid his hand around her buttocks and dragged her jeans down to her knees in a couple of practiced movements. Her legs limited the distance they would travel, and he seemed more than content in being able to feel along the smoothness of her inner thighs and the thin elastic of the gusset of her knickers. Lauren slipped her hand very slowly between her legs, teasing the hairs around her pussy that seemed to be arguing which way to go.

"Leave her jeans on!" commanded the General.

The words shook Lauren out of her dream. The afternoon, the danger, all flooded back into her life. She glanced across at him, aware that Maria had lost her shirt, but for some strange reason was wearing a bra. The deep cleavage was more than apparent as she bent low into the General's lap and probed the bulb of his red cock with her tongue. Lauren swallowed hard.

Julie undid the boy's zip and caught both his jeans and underpants in her fingers, tugging hard as he lifted his bottom. The thickness of his cock surprised Lauren as it sprung from his underpants, rigid, pointing directly at the young girl's head. She completed the job, pushing the clothing off his feet as he helped with his hands. Naked, he pulled her close to his chest, hiding his erection as best as he could while Julie wrapped her fingers around it, pulling gently downwards as the foreskin peeled back. Lauren inhaled deeply, mouth open as if to try and taste him. She turned her attention back to the girl, her hips well shaped, athletically thin, in keeping with her thighs. Her upper body was strong, the shoulder-blades prominent, working in concert with the muscles of her back. The boy gained courage, pushing inside her small knickers, down between her thighs around to her anus. Roughly he gripped her in his hand, pulling hard so that she shifted off the arm of the chair, down to the floor. On cue, she pushed him into the middle of the chair and began to lick slowly from the base of his cock, up to the bulging top and down again.

Lauren watched, enthralled as his cock grew shiny with her saliva. She could see the dampness between the girl's legs and the tight crease where her knickers had been pulled deep between her pussy lips. Her small, young bottom bobbed up and down gently in time with her head, a matter of inches from Lauren's face. She licked and sucked silently for three or four minutes until she pulled him up off the seat and took his place. The jeans remained around her knees as he kneeled down between her legs. Gripping her feet, he raised them above his head and slid her knickers up to join her jeans, exposing her pussy and anus to the room. Lauren stifled a gasp as she saw the fine hair around her pussy, tailored and cut so perfectly to show off the shape of her vagina. He pushed down, opening her legs so that Lauren could see the glistening lips of her pussy and the tiny pinkness of her anus. A sense of dizziness washed through Lauren, causing her to wonder what she would have to do to be a part of their act.

Julie gripped the back of her legs, leaving Juan both hands free to part her buttocks before tracing the line between her labia with his tongue. There was no doubt in Lauren's mind that the girl was close to orgasm, and she watched, detecting the well-known sign as his tongue flicked around the hood of her clitoris. While he licked, he ran his finger along her labia, absorbing some of the saliva and her arousal. His finger stopped at her anus, straightened and then slowly entered her as she shook, spreading her legs as far as she could. Obviously frustrated, her hips bucked up and down as he ploughed deeper, his tongue increasing it's circular motion around her clitoris. The palm of his hand approached her buttocks until it was flat against her, the middle finger deep inside. He stood, still embedded in her, and position his cock at the entrance to her wet vagina. Julie took him in her hands, guiding him in as he pushed firmly. Open-mouthed, Lauren watched as the boy sank into her, almost feeling his length as her own pussy lubricated automatically in sympathy.

His pace increased as they settled into the chair and their rhythm. Lauren watched as his red-veined cock pushed into her. The lips of her vagina gripped him totally, allowing him to slide in easily, bending very slightly as his full length disappeared and his balls struck her buttocks. As he pulled back, she just caught sight of the thick roll of his foreskin and the purple knob of his cock before he plunged again. With a similar rhythm, he pushed into her anus, back and forth, twisting and turning his finger while moans grew in volume from the teenagers and also behind Lauren. Frantically, the boy seemed to sense the moment of no return, and thrust into the girl with renewed strength, squashing her deep into the chair as he towered over her. Lauren watched his finger flashing in and out of her anus until suddenly he shrieked with joy and entered a spasm of long, hard strokes while Julie tried to grip him with her legs around his neck. He paused, buried full length into the girl, his balls tight up inside him and his legs trembling from the exertion. Slipping out of her after several moments, he knelt beside the chair, helping her legs down onto the ground. A ripple of applause echoed round the room, causing Lauren to smile in appreciation.

"Don't forget!" said the General, apparently to the girl. "Save it!" She nodded, snuggling into the chair. Maria seemed to have finished attending to the General, who was naked except for his army shirt (and medals).

 Chapter 53

"Very good, you two." said Maria, "that was great, well done. Have a rest and watch the next part of the show." She rose, revealing she wore knickers and the white bra. Lauren, in an attempt to be invisible, glanced back at the two youngsters, now cuddled up again together on the chair. She knew where Maria had gone, certain that she would return with the young girl who was meant to be in her protection.

Lauren mentally shrugged. The girl wasn't a virgin and was more sexually active that some girls twice her age. She had shown considerable appetite for adventure in sexual matters, not least with her abroad in the hotel. God, she thought, back home the girl had even poured cream over herself as a turn on. What was an au pair meant to do, look the other way? Her mother really had no idea about the pressures she had been subjected to over the previous few months. And then the war! Well, everyone knows that strange things happen in wars. The door opened and the room fell silent.

The most immediate anomaly that struck Lauren was that Emma was smiling, not from nerves, but clearly as a result of a conversation with Maria. They looked friendly, walking closely together. Emma stood by the chair as Maria slipped back onto the sofa, grinning at Emma as she once again took the General's cock in her fist and nurtured him back to life. Lauren looked at the little girl, upright above her, legs together, bare feet deliciously tanned, hinting of the pleasure beneath the pretty summer dress. Her hair lay loosely over her shoulders, the tight curls glistening in the light. Emma smiled down at Lauren.

"Lauren, you and I can prepare her. Julie, come over here and keep our visitor amused" she ordered, guiding Julie onto the sofa in her place. She paused briefly to watch as Julie took hold of the General's bobbing cock, then slipped across to kneel at Emma's feet. "OK, let's unwrap her!" she said, smiling at Lauren. Her cleavage once again caught Lauren's gaze as she bent towards Emma and flicked the first button undone at the bottom of the dress. Lauren dealt with the second and third while Maria worked her way higher. Both Lauren and Maria stood as her knickers appeared, the faintest of blonde wisps beneath the translucent material.

A general hush descended on the room, followed by appreciative gasps as Maria slipped the sides of the dress apart, allowing everyone to see the young shape of her hips and the little-girl legs. Her labia showed her femininity as Maria ran her hands over the backs of her legs.

"Sit down on the chair" she said, never taking her eyes of Emma's pussy. Maria considered Emma's position, eventually deciding that she was too low in the chair, and grabbed a couple of cushions from the sofa. She slid them under the little girl's bottom, checking that she was raised high enough for her plans. "Emma, you look beautiful, absolutely lovely." Emma smiled radiantly at her, glancing up quickly at Lauren.

"You're right, she is beautiful." replied Lauren. Maria patted the ground at Emma's feet.

"Good enough to eat, right?" suggested Maria. She ran her hands along the girl's thighs, slowly parting them as she leaned forward, kissing her lightly, trailing her tongue closer to her sex. Emma inhaled slowly, loudly as she sank lower in the chair. Her legs parted voluntarily. "Lauren, take off my underwear" said Maria. Lauren obliged, flicking the catch on her bra, then pulling her silky knickers down over her buttocks. She caught the dampness of the crotch, the stickiness good between her fingers, the musky scent heavy in the air. A surge of lust shot through Lauren as she saw Maria's pussy, tight between her buttocks, and then glanced up the length of her body to see that she now had her tongue within an inch of Emma's aroused pussy.

"You too. Let Julie and Juan do it for you."

"No, I'll just watch."

Maria's eyes widened. "Come here" she whispered. Lauren shuffled across to Maria, half knowing what was coming. "Lauren!" she hissed, "do it, or today will be your last day. No joke. Save yourself!" She felt her gut tighten at the words, looked into Maria's eyes and saw both truth and abandon. With weakened legs she stood and walked to the sofa. The two teenagers smiled at her, giggling a little at her discomfort. They parted to allow her to stand between them. Lauren looked down, admiring the girl's breasts and her figure in general and the feint shine of cum on her pubic hair. Well proportioned, lean and healthy. She took her hand from the General's stiff cock and touched Lauren's leg, causing her to flinch. Lauren turned to the side, trying to hide herself from the eyes of the darkened audience. Quickly, they undid her buttons, their young hands roaming unnecessarily underneath her thin dress, over her pubic hair and nipples. They pulled it from her shoulders, letting it fall in a heap at their feet. A gasp rippled around the room as Lauren stood in her tiny knickers, and even the General applauded at the sight. Lauren couldn't help but allow the slightest of smiles to cross her lips.

"You're not the prettiest girl I've even seen!" snarled the General. Lauren look dismayed, embarrassed even as her gaze found the carpet of the floor. She crossed her legs, her left hand buried between them in an attempt to conceal her pussy. Her right arm crossed her chest. "But, by God, you have the most wonderful body! Come here!"

Lauren shuffled to stand in front of him, her eyes bulging in their sockets as he reached out for her waist. "No! No, please don't!" she cried, memories of previous military encounters still painfully vivid. The General grabbed her left hand and pushed it aside. "Legs apart!" he ordered, pushing his hand between her thighs. She squealed at his touch, watching in fright as his cock regained much of it's potency. He cupped her pussy roughly in his hand and squeezed, electrifying her despite the natural revulsion.

"Stand still!" he grunted. Lauren closed her eyes, pain etched across her face as the man's hands roamed over her stomach and between her legs. He motioned at Julie to slip to the floor, and she obliged, kneeling behind Lauren.

"Help her lose these knickers, girl!" he growled. Julie gripped her waistband and pulled. As her dark pussy hair came into view several people gasped. Julie pushed her hand between Lauren's legs, tugging at the front of her knickers while rubbing her with her wrist. They dropped to the floor silently as Lauren tried desperately to find the strength to smile.

"You're very pretty, aren't you Lauren?" She shrugged, looking into the distance. "OK, now help Maria. Get your little girl squirming on that seat!" With a forceful shove, he pushed Lauren towards the girls so that she tumbled at Emma's feet. Without any further encouragement, she joined Maria, parting Emma's thighs slightly more to accommodate them both, and began to explore the silky smoothness of her body, aware of the view her bottom and pussy was offering to the audience.

Maria turned, pausing only briefly as she flicked her tongue along Emma's labia. "Lick with me. You go lower, make her come!" she whispered. Lauren turned her head, glanced at the well-known folds of Emma's young vagina, and sank down awkwardly to try and   push her tongue into her very sex. Emma moved, gasping as she felt the two girls attending to her. Lauren saw her anus pouting, the lips of her vagina pushing slightly as internally she built for orgasm. Lauren flicked around the entrance to her vagina, circling slowly as she sensed Maria lapping in circles around the little girl's clitoris. Lower once again, she teased her anus, probing the spotless pink opening with the tip of her tongue.

Emma whimpered, her hands gripping the sides of the chair as though she was about to be thrown skywards. Her bottom rose occasionally, heaving into the air against an imaginary cock.

"Tease her more. Build up slowly!" whispered Lauren as she watched Maria taking her clitoris between her lips. Maria smiled, amused that Lauren would offer advice in the situation. But she agreed, her tongue trailing up towards her navel, while Lauren concentrated on her thighs, the warmth of the girl's skin so sensual against her cheek. Emma complained at the loss of attention initially, until the tongues and hands running over her delivered their message, and her body quivered once again. Sensing Emma's overwhelming desire for satisfaction, Lauren once again sought out her anus, twirling her tongue gently against the muscles, pushing gently inside whenever Emma relaxed sufficiently to admit her. Maria took one side of her vagina at a time, kissing each of her labia in turn, taking the soft skin between her lips and running up and down the length of her, mixing lubrication until the little girl dripped with liquid pleasure.

"Oh! Please!" she wailed. "Please let me come!" Lauren thought she sounded like she was in tears as her hips bucked up off the cushion.   On an unspoken signal, Lauren knelt up higher, and placed her left hand on the girl's stomach, just above her pubic hair. Licking the middle finger of her right hand, she slowly inserted the finger into her anus, holding her down on the cushion as she jerked wildly with the intrusion. Maria played her part, descending on her clitoris quickly, gently, licking around the swollen hood with such lust that Lauren thought that all three of them might come at the same time. Emma's muscles tensed as she stopped breathing, desperation on her face as though she wanted to exhale but couldn't.

"Oh God!" she screamed, shuddering, straining against Lauren's hand as she tried to shoot off the cushion. Her body went rigid as Lauren felt the pressure in her anus, pushing against her, the contractions of the strong muscles cutting off the blood supply to her finger. Ripples ran through her hand, presumably echoes from her vagina. Lauren watched her mouth, fixed in mid-scream; transfixed by the silence and rigidity of the girl, she knew full well that she had never reacted like this when they had been alone together. Eventually, Emma slowly relaxed, breathing raggedly while Lauren caressed the girls thighs, slowly trailing away to touch her own pussy, confirming it was drenched with her own excitement. Maria leaned over towards Lauren, smiling like the Cheshire cat, slipping along Emma's sticky thighs as her lips parted and Lauren accepted the kiss.

They parted, each seemingly knowing that they had only just started. Maria gently pushed Emma's legs further apart then reached down underneath the old chair to retrieve two leather straps. Quietly, she slipped the free end over Emma's ankle and tightened it so that her foot wouldn't come free. She slid across the floor, almost giggling, and did the same with the other foot. Standing, she arranged Emma's young legs over the arms of the chair and tightened the straps. All the while, Emma continued to purr, oblivious to the further restrictions, trusting completely her two lovers. Maria turned to the darkened audience, positioning Lauren at her feet, towards her. Taking her head in her hands, she guided Lauren forward so that her head tipped upwards, buried between her thighs.

Lauren inhaled the darkened scent of the woman, nuzzling into the sweet folds of her wet vagina. The softness of her labia slid along the length of her nose, the slickness covering her lips. Maria pushed her away with disdain, walking into the audience, her tight bottom twitching. Lauren gazed out after her, the bright lights making it difficult to judge how many people were there. She felt, for no good reason, that there were maybe five or six more seated behind the General's sofa, and that they had long finished paying any attention to her. Even so, Lauren covered herself, arm across her chest, suddenly acutely aware of her nakedness. She shuddered as goosebumps appeared on her forearms.

Maria emerged from the darkness, holding out a can. "Use this on her, get her lathered up" Lauren's eyes ignored the aerosol, zeroing in on the wonderful sight between the older girl's legs, her pussy lips silouhetted against the lights, pouting, glinting with her own saliva. Her stomach turned somersaults, demanding satisfaction. "Come on!" Lauren turned, shaking the can.

"What?" she whispered, as Maria sat next to her. "Shave her pussy?"

"Sure, it won't take long, and I bet she looks like an angel, right? I bet she's really cute. Go on, shake, and tell me as you smooth it on. Go on!"

Lauren did as she was instructed, gently smoothing the cream from her thigh around her pussy, kneading against the fine hair that barely covered anything. "Hmm, so smooth." mumbled Lauren as she traced along Emma's vulva. She was so aroused, her inner lips flowering delightfully as she gently probed. Not a whisper from Emma, except the occasional twitch and groan of pleasure. Her feet strained against the straps, causing her thighs to bulge very slightly against the arms of the chair. Lauren watched with fascination as Emma's hands wandered from the arms of the chair down over her breasts.

"Here!" said Maria, taking a little of the foam from Emma's thigh. She dabbed it over Lauren's breasts, teasing the nipples with tiny buttons of froth. Lauren smiled, pleased with the attention and gentle touch. Maria knelt to one side and rested the razor above the little girl's pubic hair, ready for the first stroke. She turned, waiting for a signal from the General. He seemed preoccupied though with Julie who was slowly peeling his foreskin down before teasing the end of his cock with the tip of her tongue. Eventually he nodded.

Maria carefully shaved through the fine hair, wiping the razor after each cut with a towel. After only five or six strokes she had finished, but continued for a few seconds making sure that she caught the last of it. She turned to Lauren, her eyes asking for a second opinion. Lauren felt her pussy, warm, sticky and nodded, smiling back at Maria in semi-admiration for the way she so expertly dealt with her.

"We're ready!" said Maria, making way for the General. The two girls took positions either side of Emma. Lauren took her hand, returning the little girl's smile as the soldier stood and strode across to the chair. Naked, his cock lurched in front of him, menacing, throbbing, straightening as he neared the young girl tied to the chair. Maria took his cock, guiding him between Emma's thighs. He held her knee, spreading her legs slightly wider, before allowing himself to be positioned at the entrance to her pussy. Lauren felt Emma's grip tighten. The man's cock disappeared slowly inside, the smooth lips forming a perfect seal as he penetrated deep into her body. Lauren allowed her other hand to dip between her own legs, teasing the tight hairs of her own sex until she found that could never provide the satisfaction she needed. Her middle finger pushed deep between her legs, along her labia, parting her lips and allowing a pent up flood of her own to escape down over her thighs.

Maria watched in wonder, her eyes never leaving the action of the General as he pushed into the teenager, her skin so pure, smooth, unblemished in comparison to the old man's wrinkles. The General was clearly delighted, pumping rhythmically in an older man's way as Emma's tiny breasts twitched with each thrust. "Kiss her!" he commanded. Maria slipped up to Emma's breasts, lapping around the nipples before taking one in her mouth. The General grunted, shivering slightly as his orgasm approached. Lauren brought the girl's fingers to her mouth and sucked gently, causing Emma to whine with delight. Her bottom bounced on the cushions as she tried hard to match the General's thrusts. Her cries increased dramatically as Lauren slipped her hand underneath her bottom, helping her to raise herself, and allowing the General to get in as deeply as possible.

"Oh yes, yes!" she moaned, her high-pitched school-girl voice accompanying the deep guttural grunts of the General. Lauren realised her finger was close to the girl's anus. Probing slightly, she entered her easily and felt the reciprocation as Emma pushed hard against her. Lauren squeezed her own legs together, squealing as her finger reached as far as her hand would allow. She could feel the intense heat inside the girl, the muscular ripples of the General's cock pounding against the wall her vagina. Emma raised her bottom, shaking uncontrollably as he pushed harder onto her. Without warning, he came, bulging inside the girl as his seed shuddered into her depths. Lauren pushed once again as Maria turned her attention to Emma's mouth. Their tongues dueled as the General's orgasm subsided and Emma's crashed through her. The fit of passion wracked her body, thrusting the General out of her as her back arched and her pussy reached for the ceiling. She strained with unbelievable strength against the straps, cum spilling from her pussy and spreading in tiny spurts over her legs and dripping onto the cushions. Lauren slowed her strokes, pulling her finger out of her gently so she could support her bottom, assisting her in her attempt to touch the ceiling with her dribbling pussy. The General flopped back onto the sofa, grabbed Julie and lay her head in his lap as his cock flopped against his thigh, still spurting occasionally even as Julie gently began to caress him with her tongue.

Cum trickled slowly from Emma's gaping vagina, coursing down towards her anus. Maria held the little girl's head between her hands and gently touched the smooth softness of her cheeks. "Nice?" she asked, beaming at her captive. Emma nodded with youthful enthusiasm, blowing her cheeks out as if to say she way exhausted, glancing down as Maria circled her nipples with the lightest of touches.

"You, over here!" commanded the General, pointing at Lauren, then a spot by his feet. She scooted across the carpet to stand as directed, hands by her side facing the man. "Hmm, wonderful figure! What do you think?" asked the General, slapping Julie on the bottom.

"She's lovely. Perfect tits. And what legs!" said Julie, gazing at Lauren in between licks to the General's weapon. A surge of happiness flooded through Lauren, the compliment well received, especially, she thought, given the presence of such beauties as Maria and Emma. The General nodded in agreement, running his hand over Julie's head, down over her shoulders and settling on her buttocks. He grabbed her legs and guided them apart. Scooping some of her lover's cum onto a finger, he crudely pushed into her anus, causing her head to fall onto the man's lap as his cock almost disappeared inside her mouth. Lauren's eyebrows registered her surprise, but looking round, she realised that nobody else was really paying attention.

"OK, let's see the other side. Turn to face Maria!" he said, turning Lauren with his right hand on her hip. Lauren felt his hand on her buttock as her face reddened. She looked across at Emma who lay on the cushions, still tied, her pussy still engorged, now above a pool of cum. Maria produced a bottle of oil from the side of the sofa and tipped a little on her hands.

"Part your legs a little, Lauren" said Maria, kneeling in front of her. Lauren did as she was told, looking down at the shiny, dark hair of the woman, breasts full and firm, nipples erect and waiting. Lauren closed her eyes in bliss as hands rubbed the oil over her inner thighs. Tremblings of pleasure rippled through her stomach as the hands got closer to her pussy until mercifully, she felt a solitary finger running along the deep, swollen valley of her labia. Lauren reached out and gripped Maria's head, steadying herself without opening her eyes. The fingers pushed further, oiling her buttocks, making her squeal as the whole arm bent round underneath her and found her anus. Whether or not the General could see didn't cross her mind. She gripped Maria's head tighter as a finger slowly pushed inside her anus, withdrew, and came back with more oil. "Part your legs a little more, nice and wide for me. Good girl, now grip your buttocks and spread them wide apart!"

Lauren's fingers sank into her buttocks, crawling closer to her anus as she pulled the flesh further apart. She touched other fingers, Maria's, pushing into her anus. Her breasts throbbed while her nipples sent shrill pleas for attention. Footsteps on the carpet. Through half closed eyes, she watched Emma, young hand between her tethered legs, playing with herself as Juan offered his semi-erect cock to her mouth. Suddenly, she felt her legs parted even further and lost her balance. Hands behind her grabbed her wrists as she fell down towards the sofa.

"Ahh!" she screamed out of disappointment more than concern. The General's knees seemed to be in the way as she landed on his lap, someone's hands tight around her wrists, wrestling with ropes of some sort. She felt herself lifted slightly and twisted painfully to see Julie grinning and an unknown man, naked, holding her arms. She felt the General's hot cock poking between her legs, then hands pulling her up and adjusting his erection until it was aimed at her oiled brown hole.

"Oh no, please don't!" she screamed, tugging in vain to free her hands.

"Shut up! Shut the fuck up, or feel my bayonet in you!" he shouted.

She felt the tip of his cock resting against her tight sphincter and strained to keep her buttocks high in the air. He put one arm round her breasts, painfully tweaking her nipples and groping her firm, youthful shape as he positioned himself. Maria wandered over to the sofa as though she had all the time in the world, carefully positioning one foot on the sofa beside the General, followed by the other so that she stood above them both, her pussy inches from Lauren's face. While Lauren strained to keep herself away from the General's cock, Maria pulled her face into her pussy.

"There! That's what you wanted, right?" she growled. Ropes snaked quickly around her wrists, pulling tighter with every effort she made to escape. "Lick me, tramp! Get your tongue really deep inside me." But without waiting, Maria slowly descended until she straddled them both. Lauren felt the weight of the girl across her thighs, pushing down. The General's cock embedded itself deeper into her anus while Maria's breath tingled around her ear. Trembling uncontrollably, Lauren's leg muscles gave in and she screamed again as his length vanished inside her. The heat and deep-seated intrusion almost overwhelmed her. She grabbed Maria, holding tight onto her as their breasts molded together. Slowly, Maria slid off while the General started his slow, regular pumping inside her tight arsehole.

Lauren sobbed quietly, great heaves of breath rasping in her lungs as she shook. The smell of childhood, of mis-timed trips to the toilet. The smell of shame, embarrassment, public ridicule.

He pawed at her breasts, uncaring as her nipples registered the brutality of his hands. Lauren opened her eyes as she sensed another presence. She gasped as Julie took the place of Maria and stood in front of Lauren. "Clean her up, slut!" barked the General in Lauren's ear. He grabbed her hair and yanked back, forcing her mouth higher, in line with Julie's tender young pussy. Lauren pushed her tongue out slowly, still sobbing, instantly rewarded with the warmth of the teenager. She inhaled, savouring the sensual sweetness of her youth, the rich creaminess of her lovemaking around the tight muscles and sinews as her tears dribbled down the young girl's legs.

Sensing that her audience was preoccupied, and therefore less threatening, Lauren teased the girl with her tongue. Mindful that the General had a strict hour for his visit, she reasoned that the longer she remained providing entertainment, the more chance she had of staying alive. She responded with more enthusiasm, concentrating once again on the fifteen year old hovering above her. Darting occasionally inside her vagina before returning to flick over her labia or taste the warm cum that stuck to her hairless thighs, she could feel her trembling, muscles deep inside her vagina announcing, rejoicing in the possibility of another orgasm. The girl's breathing faltered, hissing between her teeth in time with Lauren's attention. Lauren's stomach lurched, adoring the way she could turn her head and take the engorged labia between her lips. Juice flooded from her, liberated each time Lauren pushed her tongue into her vagina. Sweet, young and so natural that she felt like singing.

Deeper she thrust, her tongue straining painfully as she tried her hardest to satisfy the young girl. She felt Julie grip her head, for balance as much as anything. The General pulled her hair harder, grinding his cock in a circular motion that kept up the deep lust she felt and worshipped.

Julie gripped her tighter, pulling Lauren deep into her, squashing her nose hard against her clitoris. Lauren felt her legs wobble as she moved against her tongue. One final thrust, and the motherlode spilled out, coating her tongue and chin as Julie came, releasing her own love liquid as well as Juan's. The girl laughed with pleasure as Lauren opened her mouth, still flicking occasionally but allowing Julie to slowly float and return to earth on her own.

The sofa wobbled as Julie slid off her, much to Lauren's disappointment. She watched her slump contentedly onto the sofa, grinning, her breasts wobbling slightly as her arm fell over the side of the cushion to rest on Juan's shoulder. There would have been no objections if Julie had stayed for more but it allowed Lauren to breath and enjoy the sweet scent of the girl on her face. She so dearly wanted to touch herself. Even if she could have closed her legs and squeezed she would have been happy with the degree of satisfaction and relief. But her thoughts were interrupted as the General again jerked her back so that all she could see was the ceiling.

"More for you. If you're good, we'll let you come. Got it?" he said as his right hand moved from her breasts down to her pubic hair. She raised herself, muscles screaming in self-defense as she tried to bring his fingers into contact with pussy. A shock of blonde curly hair flooded onto sight. A smile from the beautiful little girl, cute, pert breasts high above, flat stomach. Then a musky darkness as Emma sat on Lauren's face, her smooth, sticky mound pouting rudely, her labia sliding perfectly either side of Lauren's nose.

Again she licked, the taste of the girls mingling together. She sensed a pulsing inside her anus as the General became more aroused by the sight of their obvious familiarity. Lauren ground her hips, finding that she could reward herself in a small way by making a circular action on his lap. Emma moved slowly above her, lowering herself just enough to brush her pussy over Lauren's lips. Emma placed one foot on the back of the sofa, steadying herself with her hands and once again lowering herself, this time offering Lauren much greater access to her hot sex. Emma gasped as she rubbed her clitoris against Lauren's nose while a hot tongue shot into her vagina, pushing apart her hairless lips on it's way into the sanctuary of her tight, tender tunnel.

As if on cue, she felt someone touching her pussy. If she could have spoken , she would have thanked them all as new sensations flooded her thighs. The fingers betrayed a male owner. Lauren's heart pounded in her chest as sinister thoughts flooded her mind.

She groaned loudly from deep within, the sound muffled, garbled, her tongue hopelessly embedded in the little girl above her. She shook her head as the General gripped her tight with his arm. She knew that a man stood in front of her but couldn't see round Emma to determine who it was. The person's cock rested at her vagina, fierce, erect, probing. She felt Maria once again with her oil, administering in preparation.

She broke away momentarily for a deep breath. "No, no please don't. Not now, please!" she wailed, her deepest fears confirmed that she was going to be forced to satisfy two men at the same time. She heard a slap followed by a schoolgirl giggle. Emma pushed harder into her face as the cock pushed against her oily entrance. It entered with ease although Lauren had no idea of how big it was or it's length. Hands grabbed her legs and pulled them back, allowing easier access for the hot cock that had now spread her vagina wide. She felt the man's balls bang against her buttocks and would have cried out if Emma hadn't prevented her. The thrusting into her pussy quickened and the man's cock bulged with a telltale sign of impending release. With each thrust, the General's cock also withdrew then pushed back in. She clawed for breath, aware that her mouth was completely covered by the soaking folds of Emma's pussy, and she could only occasionally inhale through her nose. Her head pounded from the lack of oxygen, increasing her terror that she might pass out from any one of the threats to her sanity.

She felt his hands on her hips, guiding her up and down forcefully, regulating the movement of them all with strength and ease. He groaned deep inside, digging his fingers into her taut flesh, summoning her to join him. His voice became frantic as his groans quickened. Lauren felt him expanding, throbbing until he gasped and bulged with orgasm, shooting deep into her. Tears welled in her eyes as her anus ached, tortured with the relentless punishment seemingly delivered to the very center of her stomach.

Just as the General slowed his thrusts, the man came, drenching her pussy with spasmodic jerks, pulling upwards so that his cock banged against her clitoris. A cry left his lips.

"Jamie!" she wailed, shame and disgust shaking her very soul. She heard Emma giggle above her and shook her head desperately to throw her off. Breathing deeply through her nose, she sobbed as Jamie savagely thrust his cock into her depths, then paused and withdrew from her aching pussy. Emma swung her leg over and slithered down onto Maria's lap, still highly amused by the whole event. Lauren gazed at the little girl's pussy, shiny with saliva and loving. On cue, Lauren watched the two girls embrace, hugging each other, breathing hard as Maria's fingers found Emma's pussy and explored inside.

Turning to Jamie, she retched between sobs as he stood in front of her, hands on hips, smiling as his cock slowly bobbed and shrank. A thread of his cum swayed from the exposed red end, threatening to wrap around his cock as his laughter made it dance. Both the General and Maria laughed at Lauren's utter humiliation, Maria pointing to the cock still deeply embedded in her arse while Jamie stood, legs apart, triumphant.

Lauren pushed off the sofa and fell to the floor, burying her face in her hands as her whole body trembled. Maria slipped down beside her.

"One last thing!" she whispered, although everyone could hear.

"No. No more, please!" she said, hugging the carpet.

"Just one thing." Maria took hold of her right leg and raised it, giving those on the sofa a perfect view of her cum-drenched pussy, the matted hair and the steady leak from her anus. Lauren sobbed, her fingers gripping the carpet pile, burrowing unsuccessfully out of sight.


Chapter 54

"I hear you're a disobedient girl!" bellowed the General, leaning forward to address her directly. "There's no room for disobedience in my outfit, you know." The chatter in the room died away. Lauren heard her heart pounding against the floor, the squelch of her pussy as Maria let go of her foot. She curled into a ball, exposing the tight cum-speckled slickness of her pussy to him. Trembling slightly, she coughed, catching her breath in between great gasps for air. "I think she needs education! Yes, that's it. More training for this one!"

"No!" wailed Lauren, sickness lurking in the pit of her stomach. "No, please leave me alone"

"On your knees, disobedient bitch!" he shouted. Maria grabbed Lauren's hips and pulled her up, squatting obscenely next to her. She laid Lauren's head on the small armchair, her bottom facing the little congregation. Lauren missed the silent order, the nod from the General, as he directed the next event. The ropes around her wrists were replaced with those used on Emma. Once her wrists were   again securely bound, the free ends of the rope were passed around the rear castors of the armchair. "Fight and you'll be sorry. Now stay still!" he boomed, causing Lauren to flinch.

"Please, please ..."

A little of the colour and humour had drained from Emma's face, and Jamie's erection had shrunk. Maria whispered to Julie and pushed her towards Lauren, smiling as she watched her sink down beside her frightened friend.

"Lori....do you want me to help?"

"What?" Lauren turned towards the girl, her arms straining around the front and side of the chair. She was acutely aware of her crude position, her anus pouting from her up turned bottom, her pussy slick, shiny with the men's orgasms.

"I can hold you, be here with you if you like"

"I've been raped before, this is no different" she replied with a slight smile. She was grateful for the girl's kind thoughts.

"Er, they're not going to rape you, really. They're going to whip you because you were naughty."

"No!" she screamed, pulling hard against the white ropes, moving the chair a few inches with each superhuman jerk. Her wrists burned against the rope, her neck straining as blood bulged in her veins. The General clicked his fingers. Lauren heard a slight rushing noise before feeling the most intense stinging sensation across her bottom. She flew forward, banging into the chair, distorting her mouth as she squashed into the cushion.

Her bottom stung badly, the shock of the sudden punishment being just as bad as the pain itself. Realising there could be another, she twitched, trying to look behind and avoid the next round. Her neck ached as she twisted.

"That was just my hand!" smirked Maria, kneeling down beside her. "When I've finished, you'll be red raw, maybe even bleeding a little. Either that, or you'll be begging me to make you come." Maria ran her hand over the smoothness of her buttocks, taking care to venture within a hair's breadth of her wet pussy.

Julie leaned forward and kissed her shoulders. "There there" she said, pushing Lauren's hair lovingly out of her eyes.

"Squeeze her nipples, really gently" said Maria, standing and watching. She towered over her prisoner, her thigh muscles bulging from exercise and perfect physique, smiling as Julie began to caress her nipples, laying her head on her back. "That's good, let's get started." Maria accepted the small whip that was handed to her and felt the individual thongs that dangled from the leather handle. She rolled the tiny knot at the end of one of the thongs between her fingers, admiring it's simple, clean feel. As she walked towards the armchair, Lauren twitched, again straining to see what was happening.

"Open your eyes"

Lauren did, only to find about a dozen thin strands of leather dancing before her eyes, each with a single knot at the end. She sniffed, pure pain now constricting her throat as the situation deteriorated. Shaking her head, she twisted and looked up at Maria, avoiding her eyes but settling for a long look at the woman's pussy, the dark furrow and naked valley of her labia. Pleasure swept through her stomach, falling deep and satisfying between her thighs.

"Keep your legs apart, bitch!" roared the General. She shifted quickly.

"See this?" asked Maria. "This is going to set your arse on fire. Every private thought, every reaction, every secret will be given up in the next few minutes." She trailed the whip over her face, down across her back, and over her buttocks. With her hands, she pressed against Lauren's anus, a finger turning gently as cum continued to dribble from the tight rosebud of her hole. Maria pulled the whip up between her thighs, over her pussy and hard against her anus. Swapping ends, she pressed the stiff shaft of the whip against her, pushing hard to open the tight sphincter muscles. Lauren groaned, the feeling intense, once again disgusting sensation as the inch and a half diameter handle entered her slightly. Maria pulled back out, pushed in again and smiled as the entrance became easier. Removing the handle, she knelt, examining the slick, cum-covered entrance with her index finger. "So ready! You're so aroused, I wonder if you'll come?" She pulled her finger out. Lauren grimaced, shifted on the armchair and then, as her muscles deserted her, broke wind.

"Ohh!" she whimpered, shame and disgust etched across her tear- lined face.

"You dirty little whore!" shouted Maria, standing. She pulled the whip back above her shoulder and swung down ferociously. White light seemed to burst into her head. Nothing could have prepared her for the instant, blinding pain that gripped her body. It felt as though hundreds of snakes had bitten her at once, their venom searing through her veins. She shook, reverberating, trying to calm her body but still anticipating the next assault. Her bottom twitched, and she could feel the pulsing of her anus, involuntary against the subtly of the air against her skin. Julie gripped her chest tightly, hugging her, restraining her movements. Lauren felt Maria slip down beside her once again.

"Please, that's enough!"

"What? We've only just started. Have you ever heard of anyone only getting one stroke of the cane?"

"Please, I can't stand any more!"

"You've never tried, that's all.' She caressed the smooth cheeks of her buttocks, tracing the outline of the darkening mark where the whip had made contact. "You've got the makings of a lovely mark across your bottom, such a wonderful colour against your tan" She once again caressed her with the whip, concentrating on her thighs and the heat that seemed to emanate from between her legs. "Such a pretty pussy!" Maria trailed her fingers gently over her labia, taking care to avoid her clitoris or even to delve into her sweet vagina. Lauren squirmed, feeling the pain and heat translating into lust. The contrast between the insufferable pain and the light touch of her fingers caused bubbles of delight to filter through to her brain. She shook in disbelief, unable to allow any feeling of desire to gain acceptance. She felt Maria's little finger pushing between her pussy lips, so tiny, so welcome. She opened her eyes, pleased to see Julie looking straight at her. The teenager smiled back, reassuringly, her face registering compassion as Maria stood again. "Lori, you're so wet, you're practically dripping!"

"Maria please!"

"Do you want me to let you come?"

"Please, yes!"

"Beg me!"

"Please, let me come"

"Not loud enough!" The whip streaked through the air, catching her on the left buttock with such surprise that her breath seemed to be trapped in her lungs. She coughed fitfully, adding to the intense, blinding stars behind her eyes. Sickness billowed in her stomach as Julie held her waist tightly, steadying her attempts to tear herself from the ropes. As her breathing returned, Lauren uttered a piercing scream that shook the room.

"Shut the stupid girl up. Now!" barked the General, his cock now fully rigid.

Maria glared at Julie. "Give me your knickers!" she said, her teeth clenched. Fear seemed to pass across her face as she glanced at the General. Julie stood, leaning slightly on Lauren as she swayed back and forth. She dug her thumbs into the waistband and pulled her knickers down to the floor, flicking them up into her hands with a swift movement of her foot. Maria balled them up, pinched Lauren's nose and pushed them roughly into her mouth. "Hey, they're wet!" she commented, leaning down slightly to peer between her legs. Julie sank back onto the carpet. Lauren writhed, her heart beating wildly as difficulty in breathing added to her terror.

"Shh! I'm here!" whispered Julie, her fingers running through her hair, pulling the matted, sweaty strands from her cheeks. Lauren groaned, her nostrils flaring as she fought for consciousness. Once again, Maria slowly dragged the whip over her reddened buttocks, teasing her pussy and dwelling on her anus, threatening to plough the handle back inside. Lauren shook, her muscles tensed, aching, panic allowing her body to react with lightening speed to the slightest stimulus. She twisted and turned, looking back, bracing herself, preparing for the inevitable stroke that would once again temporarily blind her, force her to struggle for breath.

"So wet." commented Maria, spreading the deluge of slipperiness over her shaking thighs. "You're so frightened! And yet all you need to do is ask me to make you come!"

Lauren groaned, trying desperately to form a sentence, even though the knickers in her mouth meant that the best she could expect was a series of grunts. She became aware of the sweet smell from them, the greasy, slick patch of the gusset that rubbed against her nose as she moved on the chair. Opening her eyes again, she noted Julie's breasts and Jamie's limp cock in the background. She sensed Emma behind her among a crowd of others. Tears obscured any further identification.

"Here we go again." said Maria, running her finger from Lauren's neck slowly down towards her buttocks. "Just here, I think!" she said, prodding her right cheek. Lauren shook, vomit threatening to billow up into her mouth. She shook her head, turning frantically as her imagination built. Maria's arm rose above her head, and she grunted as she tensed for the downward swing. Lauren wrenched against the ropes, pulling as hard as she could, her wrists red as every muscle in the arms stretched unnaturally. A great swishing noise was followed by silence. Maria laughed, the rest of the audience joining in at the torment, as Lauren reacted like a wind-up doll, turning quickly, unnaturally to the implied stroke. She shook her head, crying steadily, then, eyes wide in amazement, she screamed with a muffled groan as Maria flicked her buttocks gently with the whip.

"Maria, get her goddamn legs open!" barked the General again. The woman scurried over to the sofa, grabbed a cushion and pushed it between Lauren's thighs, ensuring a separation of her knees wide enough to please her master.

"Lauren! Bottom up. Right up high!" Maria pushed in the middle of her back, accentuating her proud cheeks. "Good girl" She knelt again, teasing the puffy lips of her vagina with her fingers. "Jeeze, you're so hot, aren't you? I love your sweet pink lips, surrounded by such a wonderful tan!" She flicked her clitoris momentarily, causing Lauren to wail. "Almost there, eh?"

Lauren inhaled as she touched, aware that what Maria said was absolutely true. During the pauses between the pain, the heat translated into pure pleasure, the violence of the attack stoking her desire for gratification. She nodded submissively, screwing her eyes against the audience. Her breathing was shallow, hot, irregular. She flinched again as Maria brushed against her feet. The cool touch of her thigh against her soles was reassuring and she pushed back, anxious to engage the feeling. Maria shuffled her legs, approaching Lauren's soaking sex before blowing gently over her pussy. Deep moans of pleasure came from the bound girl, the tremulous muscle movements of her anus betraying her involuntary demands.

With the lightest of touches, Maria trailed her tongue down between her lips. Lauren's mouth worked spastically, desperately trying to offer thanks.

"Soon, my beauty!" said Maria, deliberately slapping her hand on her smooth, tanned buttocks as she stood up again. Lauren jumped, again turning to try and predict the next shock. Maria moved Julie out of the way, standing so that Lauren could see her. She raised her hand, the whip dancing as she took aim. Lauren shook her head, eyes bulging, wailing through the damp knickers as the arm began it's downward path. She closed her eyes just as the knotted thongs struck across her buttocks. Another brilliant flash of pain sent her jerking hard against the chair, the red-hot sting of the whip searing through her body, reawakening previous strokes to generate an intense warmth that was almost kindly. Lauren thought that Maria had deliberately restrained from hitting too hard, and took the opportunity to wiggle her bottom, as though distributing, aiming the heat towards her crotch. She could feel her idiotic anus pumping, shaking with her thighs in anticipation of any further stimulation.

Maria sniggered quietly as she watched Lauren and her crude antics. "You're like a goddamn animal, you know? Like a cow on heat!" She swirled round. "Juan, here!" He obliged, allowing Maria to position him beside Lauren so she could watch. Maria ran the palm of her hand across his underpants. "This is what you want, right?"

Lauren groaned, shaking her head. The thought of being rammed by the boy with her buttocks and thighs in such agony was abhorrent, even though it meant that the whipping might then be finished. She was even unsure if she could withstand anything inside her at the time. Perhaps a tongue, but reality suddenly hit home, belatedly, and she jerked at the ropes. There was a sense of disaster yet again setting in, and the fear of the whip melded with her panic for her bonds and the tight bindings that cut into her flesh. Her tears flowed again, bright, clear drops of dismay that dribbled over her face.

"Open your eyes, bitch!" bellowed the General. Lauren obliged, finding Maria's fingers in the waistband of Juan's underpants, tugging slowly down, revealing the top of his stiff cock. Maria licked her lips as the full length of the boy was exposed. Grasping him in her hand, she pulled his foreskin down, revealing the threatening red orb. Maria stroked him slowly, allowing him to push his cock downwards with his hand as she brought him to maximum hardness. Lauren fought to close her eyes, block out the vision and thought of his cock skewering her, but she lost the battle. Maria took him in her mouth, working him with her tongue and cheeks.

"Get on with it! Jesus, just let the bitch have it!" shouted the General, angry at Maria's slow progress. Lauren squealed as he stood, his cock thrust before him. Grabbing the whip from Maria's hand, he pushed her to the floor and took up a position behind Lauren. The General and Lauren inhaled together, both gathering strength. But as his arm reached to top of the arc, she screamed as loudly as she could, screwing her eyes shut.

A blinding flash and gasps from the audience. The breath was knocked out of her with the terrible force of the blow. Lauren flew into the depths of the armchair, her wrists straining against her bonds, her face grotesque against the cushion. Her mouth, wide open, uttered no sound, but the pain ricocheted through her body, making her limbs react spastically to the stroke. The General reeled from his swing, tottering on his feet before being steadied by Maria.

"Get off me, I don't need help!" he screamed. "On your back!"

"No!" pleaded Maria. "No, please." she said, although it was clear, as she rolled over, sobbing, that there would be no appeal.

"Legs open!" Maria whimpered, parting her legs, to the astonishment of all in the room. Lauren felt sorry for her and clutched at the bond that now existed between them, a shared common enemy. "Beg!"

"Please!"

"Please what?"

"Please punish me!" She grabbed the back of her thighs, spreading her legs as wide as she could, pulling back in an obscene pose that offered her very sex to the man. Just as she pulled back hard, lifting her bottom off the floor the General raised the whip and struck straight between her legs. Maria's face screwed up in agony, her legs springing together, trapping the whip. Lauren flinched at the sight, relieved that her punishment had been focused on her buttocks and thighs. She watched as Maria writhed on the floor, her breathing ragged as she fought back tears. Lauren's eyes toured the poor girl's body, taking in her magnificent breasts, the taut muscles of her body and the look of excruciating pain that pushed her to scream out loud. Lauren heard the sinister sound of the whip but her daydreaming gave her no time to react. The whip's mean knots caught her across the thighs, sending her flying into the chair, the force knocking the air from her lungs. As the pain registered, she opened her mouth to scream, choking on the knickers now soaked with her saliva, breathing with difficulty, dizzy as she gasped for air. Her heart beat furiously, panic again setting in as she floated, reason drifting away from her mind. Another blow, accurately placed between her legs, hit home. Of the twenty four knots of the whip, three buried themselves in her matted pubic hair. Five hit within an inch of her clitoris, and another eight smothered her vulva in pain. Three penetrated her vagina, while the remainder scarred her thighs and buttocks.

The pain registered and she slipped lower into unconsciousness, her buttocks stinging, red raw, one stripe bleeding very slightly. Her vagina, though red from the whip, remained unmarked with any permanent sign of his brutality. She shook, bile and vomit now fighting for attention in her stomach. Retching painfully between her sobs, she struggled again with her bonds, desperate to flee, to seek help, before she collapsed.

"OK! You!" shouted the General, cock rampant. He pointed at Juan who sat stupefied on the sofa, trying to sink into the silent audience. "Kneel down here!" Juan practically ran to his feet, kneeling as commanded, his eyes lowered in deference to the higher authority. He looked over to Julie. "OK, you, get him hard so her can teach the bitch a lesson!" Julie slithered around Lauren and ran her hand over his underpants. Smiling weakly, she bent down and fished out his half-hard cock and took it between her lips. His erection grew quickly, and gripping her head gently between his hands, he closed his eyes in pleasure. Within a minute, his cock stood hard, ready for action.

"OK. Take her hard! Julie, guide him into her hot pussy!" Juan took his position behind the semi-conscious girl and inhaled sharply as Julie took his cock and placed at Lauren's wet entrance. Lauren barely moved. She was aware of what was going to happen, but lacked any energy or sense of feeling to motivate her. Juan pushed in hard, sinking his whole length into her in one strong thrust. Lauren felt him enter her, but numbness prevented any stimulation from registering. She could make out Julie's breasts, swaying behind her, although focusing seemed to be difficult. The lights swirled in the room, and distant bodies seemed to float slightly in her distorted picture. The heat from her body was intense, and a feeling of euphoria settled in as she realised that the beating had probably finished.

Juan picked up the speed, pounding against her flesh. The simple message from her pussy eventually worked it's way to her mind, registering as stimulation, sex, gratification. Suddenly, as though an internal switch had been thrown, the pain seemed to be swapped for well-being, thanks, relief and again a sense of fulfillment. It grew as Juan thrust into her, and when an unknown hand reached to her mouth and withdrew the knickers, she felt such humility that she wanted to cry with gratitude.

"Do you want to come?" asked the General, his voice almost pleasant.

Between sobs, Lauren managed to plead with him, nodding furiously as a female hand caressed the side of her sweaty face. "Yes, yes please, sir!"

"You! Over here!" he said, motioning to Julie. The girl shot across the floor, fear in her eyes at the sudden call. "Let her suck your finger, then push into her hole as far as you can" Julie obeyed, giving Lauren a taste of her middle finger. Lauren wrapped her tongue round it, sucking like a new-born baby. Slowly, Julie slipped it from her mouth and rested on her anus. Gripping Lauren's waist with her left hand, she pushed into her, feeling the regular thrusting of Juan against the thin membrane. Lauren moaned loudly, pain shooting through her as the two teenagers violated her, each thrust scorching her already raw skin. Maria rolled over onto her side, distraut that her involvement seemed to have finished.

"Harder, make her cum!" shouted the General, raising the whip in a threat to Juan's rate of pumping. He doubled his efforts, causing Lauren to grip the white ropes around her wrists. Her muscles strained yet again, eyes screwed up as the awful pain registered. "You! Make the boy come, hold his balls!" he said, directing Emma towards the frightening activity. Still naked, she slid off the sofa and laid her left hand on Juan's thigh, while cupping his balls with her right. She looked up, hoping for confirmation that she was doing it correctly. The look of determination on his face was confirmation enough. His regular movements faltered as the intensity of his feeling clearly accelerated. Lauren felt his expanding inside her, taking her own orgasm a step closer. She lay her head back on the cushion, wondering in disbelief how anyone could endure such extremes. Even though her breathing was easier, she still fought for oxygen, her sobbing hardly helping as she gulped in great lungfuls of air between the regular thrusts of the boy. She was just as keenly aware of Julie and the slender yet rigid finger that had burrowed into her tight passageway. The movement inside produced a deep warming that seemed to deflect her attention from the pain of Juan thrashing against her buttocks and thighs. Occasionally, she felt Emma's small warm fingers brush her labia as Juan slammed into her pussy.

The boy groaned loudly as he punished her harder, but Lauren, now more confident that she had felt the worst of the pain, returned his thrusts with her own, arching her back to maximise his penetration. Julie sensed her growing anxiety and delved deeper, twisting her finger at the bottom of each stroke, rubbing the thin wall between her finger and the stiff cock buried in Lauren's pussy. Both Julie and Emma watched intently as Juan's cock slid in and out of Lauren's saturated pussy, his veins rippling against the delicate folds of the girl's inner sex. Changing his stroke, he slowed, allowing the red bulb of his cock to emerge almost all the way before pushing back, parting Lauren's pussy lips as the thick red orb disappeared into her raging cave.

"I'm coming!" said Lauren between gritted teeth. The tell-tale surge of lust and pleasure had built at such an unusual rate that she knew that an orgasm of hurricane force was about to crash through her. She was grateful as Julie withdrew from her anus, scooped up some of her natural lubrication, and firmly re-entered her anus, slapping the palm of her hand against her buttocks. Once again, Juan's thick cock pulsed, expanding to enhance the effect of his pummeling into her depth. She felt him jabbing against her cervix, probing deeper as he groaned again, now gripping her stinging hips with his hands as he pulled her against his rod. Lauren lifted her bottom again, demanding the full force of his stiffness. He obliged, pounding into her, spurred on by the frantic action of Julie who twisted, turned and explored just above. Emma grabbed his balls in her young hand, squeezing experimentally. The sack contracted, encouraging every drop of cum into existence, priming him as he jerked out of control. Lauren felt him return to quick, deep thrusts and felt her orgasm boiling, bubbling inside her until it raged out of control, defiant and taking every one of her muscles with it as it coursed through her body. She wanted to scream in pleasure but couldn't. Only a gargling sound came from her throat as Juan looked at the ceiling and spurted wave after wave of pure white cum into her pussy. Lauren gripped the ropes, hanging onto sanity with every strand of strength, lifting her bottom to ensure he penetrated as deeply as possible. She bucked backwards, encouraging him, determined that he wouldn't stop until she was done.

A second wave flooded through her, making her dizzy, lightheaded. Still he thrust into her, in perfect time with Julie. Her heart beat crazily as she realized that something else, another great surge of pleasure, was actually building, as though she had just experienced a preview of what was to come. It built quickly as the three children administered to her, their hands, lips and limbs touching, caressing, diving into her. Frightened by the intensity between her legs she relaxed slightly, but curiosity won the day, and as she pushed back against Juan she came with such a force that she thought she would be sick. Her orgasm gripped her, throwing her around on the chair, twisting, distorting her, scaring her to such a degree that she stopped breathing, trying to understand what was happening. Julie twisted her finger deep inside her anus and grabbed her nipple, turning it painfully. Just as Emma's tiny hand found her proud, slick clitoris her mind gave up all hope of understanding. She passed out into blackness and slumped against the chair.

Juan finished to the satisfaction of the General almost a minute later and slid to the floor, breathing hard and sweating heavily. Jamie was ordered to cut Lauren's bonds while the General dressed. With a scornful glance at Maria, he stood, spun on his heel and left the room with his entourage.



 Chapter 55

Lauren had no recollection of leaving the lounge, of being cut from the chair and taken to her bedroom with the ropes still tight around her wrists. She vaguely knew that Emma had bathed her while she lay on her stomach on the bed, dousing the raging heat in her buttocks and thighs with so many cold flannels that the bed was decidedly wet. Fortunately, Lauren was unable to see the blood that Emma squeezed out of the flannel with every trip to the bathroom. Lauren cried relentlessly, sobbing as Emma tried to smooth her buttocks, caresing them with suntan cream she had found beneath the sink. The stinging ebbed slowly, turning into a dull ache that seemed to prevent her from moving properly. Five hours after she left the lounge, still in agony, she cried herself to sleep for the first time in maybe fifteen years.

She woke early, the pain still very much in evidence as she rolled carefully onto her side. Her back ached and she now realised that her anus hurt badly. Curling into a ball, she cupped her buttocks, testing each palm-sized area of skin for damage. She opened her eyes, smiling gently as Emma slept soundly opposite. Her recollection of the previous day was already fuzzy. She knew that something terrible had happened, and remembered the whip well. But her mind had shit out many of the details and although she spent the hours follwoing dawn running through the dreadful punishment, little came to mind.

 Emma brought Lauren up to date about the show after she had passed out, and how ugly Maria's wound had looked, the great red stripes across her thighs and over her pussy. The streaks of the whip had even shown through the dense black pubic hair, according to Emma, and the conversation naturally turned to Lauren's injuries. With little convincing, Lauren had allowed Emma to help her roll onto her back. Emma pulled on her regulation shirt and sat beside Lauren, the little girl's face reflecting the extent of Lauren's terrible ordeal. With a warm flannel, Emma cleaned her again, rinsing down from her breasts, over her navel and over her thighs. She raised her eyebrows questioningly, to which Lauren acceeded to the request and parted her legs. Emma gasped as she saw the red marks for the first time in daylight. The whip seemed to have wrapped around her thighs, the thongs and knots digging into her flesh at precise intervals. Emma rinsed, parting her legs before laying the warm flannel over her pussy. As the pleasure seeped in, Lauren sniffed, fighting back the inclination to cry yet again.

To the utter surprise of Lauren, Maria did indeed return their passports the next day, even apologising for the delay. She seemed changed, almost apologetic, and most certainly made no reference to the show they had put on for the General. Lauren remained convinced that the return of the documents was linked to her performance (and humiliation) at the hands of the General and his weird entourage. The whole household seemed to be in shock as people walked quietly around, desperate to avoid eye contact and cautious in their conversation.

The following day Lauren wandered out of the house and conducted a leisurely tour of the grounds of the house, realising as she walked further that even though they had their passports, leaving the place was easier said than done.

As far as she looked were hills, dense jungle, brilliant blue skies. The occasional screech of a macaw and the incessant din from the cicadas were the only sounds to be heard during the hot afternoon sun. She carefully sat down on the wall, watching the tiny red ants scurrying over the old stones, busy going nowhere. Her freedom was useless.

Movement in the undergrowth on the far side of the road. Her heart leapt as she looked slightly to the side of the source of the noise, watching the branches move. It must be a pretty large animal to move the leaves like that, she thought, dropping to the ground quietly, preparing to run for the safety of the house.

"Psst!"

Lauren stared at the undergrowth, now able to discern the dark grey of a man's shirt. "What?" she replied, wondering whether she should have ignored it and made her way inside anyway. Deciding she still had the wall between him and herself, she stood her ground.

"It's me, Peter." She smiled, overjoyed that there was someone apart from those in the house that she knew, who could possibly help them. Someone worldly-wise, resourceful. He broke cover and looked around him, up and down the dusty road before making his way across to sit the other side of the wall, out of sight of the house. "You're in trouble, or do you know that?"

"We've got our passports back, and can leave when we want to." she replied defensively.

"You got them back with sex, right?"

"Maybe" hissed Lauren, looking into the jungle where he had appeared.

"That's just the beginning. You need to leave as soon as possible. Don't ask for a lift, just run."

"Why? They've promised to take us to the Venezuelan border and avoid the uprising and fighting"

"Fighting stopped last week, country's almost back to normal" he said, waiting for it to sink in. "I saw you a week ago. I know this woman who runs the place. She makes films, right?"

"Yeah, I haven't seen any though"

"Don't, or you won't sleep"

"Why?"

"They involve sex, but the stars rarely live to see the finished film." Lauren's head whirled, blood coursing through her body. "I met a couple of refugees about a month ago, just by chance. They had run through the night, pursued by her troops. There were four initially."

"But it's so far from anywhere. How did you get here?"

"By truck, then walked across that hill to find you." She was touched by his help, and realised that he must have walked for the best part of the morning to find the old house. She leaned over to see him.

"No, keep looking up, don't let them know I'm here or you really have had it. Your best chance is to come out together just as you did this afternoon. Come out of the house separately after your evening meal and each make your way over this wall and to the little opening that I came through. I'll meet you. Bring nothing or you'll give the game away. Once we start to run, we must keep moving. No stopping or God knows what'll happen."

"What, tonight?"

"Yeah, you can't wait any longer. Lauren, believe me, she's a whacko. Tell the children as late as possible. Don't give them time to think or give the game away, OK?"

She looked out at the hills, the dense undergrowth and thought of the brambles, the insects, mud, snakes and other inhabitants that would feast on her. The house was so safe, cool, there was food, television, a bed. "I don't know....there's Juan and Julie as well in there"

"Oh great, more! Don't be stupid Lauren. You have no goddamn choice. I can't hang around here. What time do you finish tea?"

"Six thirty, maybe a bit later."

"OK, tell the children at six forty-five. Have them change their clothes, put on socks and shoes, and tell the boys to leave first. Then the girls, then you, in ten minute intervals. I'll be here. If you don't show by eight o'clock, then I'll leave and you'll have to look after yourselves. Got it?"

She watched him slink silently back into the undergrowth, disappearing from sight with a feint rustle of leaves then walked back to the house, striding purposefully, energised into planning their next few hours. She moved cautiously, his words causing her alarm as she looked at the house with open, wiser eyes.

Jamie was slumped on the sofa, watching Spanish trash on the television. She sat on the floor in front of him, relating the plan and showing with her stern expression that she was both deadly serious and back in command. Without waiting for an answer, she rose and went to find Emma. She checked the kitchen, thinking that Emma might have offered to help with the preparation of their meal, but the kitchen was empty although some salad seemed to be ready, and she could smell the familiar spicy beef that simmered quietly on the stove.

She wandered into their own room, and heard Emma humming from the bathroom. Gently, she pushing the door open and peered round the corner. Emma lay against the end of the bath, eyes closed, trailing her hands in the water, dreaming of something that clearly amused her. Respecting her privacy, Lauren retreated back into the bedroom, shut the door nosily and shouted out for her.

"In here. Won't be a minute."

"Hurry up!" she said, looking around at the clothes on offer. Army shirts, a couple of pair of knickers and the old T-shirts and jeans that had worn on their arrival. She heard the bath water draining away and the door squeak open. Emma stood naked except for a towel around her shoulders, framed in the doorway.

"What's up?" she asked, smiling.

"Come on, you need to get dressed."

Emma slipped over to the bed, sitting with one foot pressed against the opposite thigh. Her little girl pussy, tight, spotless, gleamed between her tanned legs while her breasts poked out behind the towel. "Why, what's happening?" 

"Emma, we have to leave. But secretly." she confided, dropping the clothes she had collected at the foot of the bed. "Tonight, after we've eaten. I've already told Jamie."

Emma looked down into her naked lap, a look of pain on her face. "Lori?"

"What?" she asked, quietly, touching her knee in this time of crisis.

"Do you still like me?"

"Emma! Of course! What makes you say that?"

Emma shrugged, her lower lip trembling in preparation for the tears that seemed certain to follow. Lauren drank in the sight of her body, the freshness and purity of her skin so delectable that her heart raced. She squeezed her leg.

"Since we've been here, you've just ignored me, you know!"

"Oh Emma! Times here have been very difficult, sweety." she said, feeling equally miserable that Emma should even have to mention the topic.

"But, you could just curl up in bed with me." A tear that had be welling up fell on to her leg.

"Hey." said Lauren, wiping the tear away from her pussy. "When we get home, we'll stay together, I promise" Emma was silent. Sensing her mistrust, Lauren leaned towards her and kissed her gently on the forehead. Emma held Lauren's arm, encouraging her. The sobbing ebbed as Lauren kissed her ear, causing Emma to chuckle. Pleased with the progress, and sure that this was going to be needed to get Emma's full cooperation, Lauren pushed her gently over onto her side. She pecked at her shoulders, feeling the girl's heart pounding through her chest, sliding slowly down to take each glorious nipples between her lips. Conscious that she had to be quick, she slithered over her navel, licking as Emma's legs parted, down over her stomach towards her young sex.

Moving now between her legs, Lauren slipped her hands under the teenager's buttocks, pulling her up towards her mouth. Breathing over her pussy, she probed quickly with her tongue, teasing open the labia, rewarded with the taste and silkiness of her vagina. Open- mouthed, Lauren kissed her pussy hard, driving her tongue as deep as she could inside the girl, straining to delve as far as she could inside the lovely heat of her body. Lauren withdrew, pecking at her lips, flicking the folds that still covered her clitoris. Slowly, she lowered the girl back onto the bed and slipped up to rest with her. Lauren slid her arm around Emma's shoulders and pulled her tight.

She had forgotten the illicit taste of Emma, the purity of her body and the responsiveness that had shocked her that first night. The tight, perfect skin and the way she moved, so baby-like, fresh, exploratory and innocent in a way that was so endearing it made Lauren want to scream with delight.

"I promise, Emma. I think you're wonderful."

Emma breathed in loudly. "Lori, that's all I needed. Just, you know, a hug, a little kiss." Lauren looked at the ceiling, unable to think of any response that would adequately answer her. She hugged her tight, slipping her arm around her waist and lay with her, re- organizing her thoughts, her priorities.

She dressed Emma, watching her young pouting sex six inches from her eyes as she helped her on with her knickers, pulling them up slowly and carefully as the fine blonde hairs disappeared from sight. The material tightly hugged her buttocks and the elastic pinged noisily as Lauren let go, stepping back to help her on with her T- Shirt. They spent five minutes collecting necessities for the journey. A trip with only a beginning, no known destination or duration, not even a known outcome, just escape from a potential nightmare that Lauren was reluctant to share with Emma in any great detail. But Lauren was relieved that the children had accepted her authority once again.

During their evening meal, Maria stuck her head into the kitchen so say she was off out to finalize their move to Venezuela. Lauren nodded, thanking her, stating with flashing eyes that she would wait up for her return, just in case she needed any more information.

"I'm going to get some flowers from the garden when I've finished tea!" announced Emma. Her theatrical tone made Lauren cringe. She shot a glance at Maria, reassured to see that she had taken in innocence. Maria nibbled at her own food, standing by the kitchen window, looking out at the gathering clouds and gusts of wind that ruffled the bushes nearby. Lauren watched her, left hand on her hip as she absently forked her food. Her hair hung loosely over her back, shining, healthy. Her bare brown legs promised so much, their ultimate treasure hidden by the short skirt. Lauren shifted on her chair, rubbing herself in her dreamworld.

Maria turned, smiled radiantly at Emma, then waved good-bye. "Grab a bag from the drawer and go pick flowers. Slowly, there's no hurry, remember. Listen for traffic before you cross the wall." She watched as the girl rose, took the bag and left the kitchen, passing by the window as though off on an evening walk of the grounds. Lauren glanced at the clock. Six forty-five. Her heart beat wildly, fear rising inside her at the thought of the next few days and their reckless bid for freedom. She collected the dirty plates with shaking hands and dropped them gently into the sink. "Fridge stuff" she said to Jamie.

He took a bottle of milk, chocolate bars, cheese and some cold meat. They both knew that the food would spoil in less than a day, but at least it would keep them going until they could find something else. At six fifty-five, Lauren slipped out of the room, following in Emma's footsteps. She felt she was walking too fast, making her way almost directly to the front gate. Detouring a little, she wandered aimlessly for a while, turning to surreptitiously look at each of the windows that faced the road, checking for any signs of life. She knew that there would be two soldiers somewhere, but had never really thought of timing them or working out their daily schedule.

With a tinge of sorrow, she turned and made her way to the wall, plucking a flower on the way before sitting and pulling the petals off, one by one. She heard the rustling behind her and a whisper.   "All clear!" hissed Peter's voice. Her heart beat wildly as blood surged to her head. Imitating soldiers she had seen on television, she slipped off the wall and crouched tight against it's side, breathing hard. Then she saw him, kneeling behind brambles. She looked both ways along the road, heard nothing, then scampered across the road, tripping as she entered the undergrowth and scratching her hand on the brambles.

"Shit!" she hissed, staring at Peter as though blaming him for choosing such a dangerous place.

"Take it easy." he said, catching her arm. "Keep going back there. It's easier going and Emma's waiting for you." She stumbled on, smiling weakly at Emma as she realised now that should anyone raise the alarm, they would be hunted down like animals. Wiping the cut on her jeans, she turned back to wait for Jamie.

He arrived silently less than five minutes later, and joined the girls with Peter close behind him.

"Did you leave the message for Maria?"

"You did what?" asked Peter, incredulously.

"Yeah. It just said that we'd gone to bed early, and we'd talk in the morning. Thanks for the work on getting us out." Peter nodded in agreement, then snaked back to the roadside to collect Juan and Julie.

"What about Maria, did she leave?" asked Lauren.

"Yeah, just before Emma arrived." replied Peter. "Now, single file, everyone follow me. We've got a lot of ground to cover overnight. Every 15 minutes we'll stop, but as it gets cooler we should try and keep going longer." He looked at them all, watching their expressions which showed little belief. "Come on, we'll make it." Lauren took hold of his arm, pulling him closer. He recoiled slightly, possibly fearing a kiss. Lauren smiled at his reaction. "We just want to say thanks!" she said sincerely. He nodded, grinned and led off into the thick forest.

As they walked further, the going became easier, allowing them to stand up and walk normally. With frequent stops for water and tired feet, they covered about ten miles in the first four hours. Sticking away from the roads to avoid any traffic, they trudged silently north.

Lauren found herself quietly pleased, enjoying the time to herself,   to ruminate, let her mind wander even more than usual. Her thoughts returned to Maria as she desperately tried to fit her character to that of murderer, as suggested by Peter. In many ways, Maria reminded her of Emma. So sensuous at one moment, then a complete sea change in a matter of seconds. Both beauties, alone, seeking companionship. But Emma's mean side was revengeful, punishing, vindictive, whereas Maria seemed to do it because it was necessary, expected of her, an order. Either way, concluded Lauren, they could both be spiteful, and Maria had the backing of her "Uncle" to help her get her way. She smiled, realising that she found them both quite irresistible.

As the night worn on, Lauren found herself snagging her clothing more frequently on bushes and the outcrops of rocks that lined their path. She had no idea at all how Peter was managing to steer them, but he seemed to keep a reasonably straight line, obstacles permitting, and never once faltered or seemed confused. On more than one occasion she wondered though if their goal of reaching Boquette and the safety of a true government stronghold was too adventurous, especially since it was at least one hundred miles.

Her thoughts tangled into one strong, central force. Survive. Get back to Boquette, wash, sleep, and survive. The only way to do that was to keep walking and avoid being caught by any of the Nationalists. And so, walking in the dark, the three girls and two boys followed Peter.

But her thoughts also meandered around herself. The burning question she sought to solve was how she could desert the children so easily when there was even the slimmest hope of sex. Not just a man, any sex. Just as Emma had pointed out, she hadn't really tried to escape. She had been in the bath willingly with Maria. And just as Maria had said - she recalled with crushing embarrassment - lying on Maria's bed, having been threatened hours earlier. Maria simply touching her, promise, suggestion in her fingertips, and 'wham!' she was anybody's. Sex occupied her thoughts almost all the time. Sex and how to get satisfaction. It was surely unnatural. Dammit, there weren't continual sex scenes in the Sound of goddamn Music. Same predicament though.

She caught herself staring at Peter's buttocks. His legs were strong, hairy, dependable. She wondered if she would make love to him. It seemed likely. She tested herself. If he pulled her into the bushes and dropped his trousers would she take hold of his cock? She thought hard, imagining the circumstances, the look on his face, where the other's might be. The answer was 'probably'. Would she have sex with him on the mountain? Definitely not, they were too filthy. She ran through the others, sorting them in order of sexual attraction. Jamie had to be last. He was nice, but not a turn-on. Emma was lovely, a pretty doll who clearly loved her. That left Juan - no thanks but clearly a sensitive lover - Peter and Julie. She watched Julie, clambering over a rock, muscles bulging in her thighs without being masculine. She held a certain fascination, mystique, uncharted territory. Lauren imagined her in the bath, bubbles cascading down her ...

"Oh shit!" screamed Lauren, falling hard against the ground. She grazed her hand as she reached out to break her fall.

"Jeeze, didn't you see it? It's pretty big, right?" asked Emma.

"Yeah, sure. I wasn't watching, that's all. Shit, that damn well hurt!" She looked at her wrist, scratched badly, blood dribbling down into the palm of her hand. She wrapped her hand in her T-Shirt and walked on, the grazes on her knees now making their presence known as her legs began to ache. "Shit!"

Occasionally their path took them close to the road and the straggle of refugees. They too seemed to walk at night, pushing themselves to get home, to discover what had happened to their houses, their livestock, their friends. The paths were blocked frequently by huge cacti or wild thorn bushes, their prickles difficult to deal with even in the moonlight. She cursed them often, holding the branches back for the others to pass. Dirt tracks off the main road criss-crossed   their own makeshift path, leading higher up the mountains to isolated houses. She knew in the day their roofs shone in bright colours rather than the drab grey of Europe.

Rustling in the undergrowth stopped them on the third morning. Lauren was pleased to stop every time they heard something ahead, her nerves were on edge and she suspected that everyone else felt a bit shell-shocked. Each time it had been an animal, but each time they had treated it was deadly concern, squatting down to the side of their path, resting, staring into the blackness for a sign, and outline of what lay ahead. A goat, on this occasion still tethered to a stout iron pole, sniffed at the ground, turning stones with it's snout in search of food. The further north they walked, the more relaxed they felt. Peter ventured out onto the road as they passed a large group of refugees that had gathered expectantly at a cross- roads. He wandered on in their direction, ambling off into the undergrowth before doubling back to report his findings.

"Seems it's all over. Nobody has seen any Nationalists since two days ago. Certainly not round here. We should walk on the road when it's dark tonight I think, we'll make it back to your place much faster."

It was later that day that Juan realised that they were less than ten miles from his old house where he had been staying before setting off for the south. They stopped after he and Peter had discussed it for several minutes so the whole group could debate what the best course of action was, given that they had still seen nothing of the Nationalists during their trek. Everyone was tired as they sat in the sweltering afternoon sun.

Juan hugged Julie as much as the heat and decency would allow, confirming in Lauren's eyes that he had made up his mind. She really looked wonderful, even though sweat poured from her

forehead, her hair matted against her face. Her T-Shirt was torn and her jeans almost useless, flashes of her pink knickers showing through. Great rips at about waist height that had also cut through and torn her skin. She was filthy, hands black with dust and grime, her trainers torn, curling at the toes. But underneath, Lauren recalled her pure skin, the muscular look to her shoulders, the fine covering of pubic hair that had parted when Juan slipped a finger into her pussy. She had been so loving that afternoon with him, caring, feeling and responding with her hands, caressing him even as he bent her backwards on the seat and thrust into her. Lauren nodded, agreeing with herself that there was something supremely erotic about the girl, with or without clothes, dirty or clean. Her thoughts turned again to how she might wash her but went no further than running the water.

Juan stood, wished them well, turned, and walked west towards the scattered buildings far in the distance. A lump formed in Lauren's throat as she watched both Juan and the desperation on Julie's face, tears flowing down the girl's cheeks as her lover disappeared into the undergrowth. Lauren caught herself, about to utter something pointless along the lines of not worrying, she would see him again, and simply pulled her to her shoulder, allowing her to weep freely, tears washing a clean furrow through her grimy face.

Their confidence grew after that night, so much so that when they came across a major road heading north, they left the road and crouched in the trees, calculating whether it would be safe to join the steady stream of refugees that trudged north. Peter had looked at each of them, trying to judge how easily they would pass for locals. Their clothes were tatty, their faces blotched, reddened from the sun, dusty and dried. They agreed that they would join the trickle of people one at a time, at three minute intervals, rather than as a group. That was, if one was stopped, the others might have a chance to escape.

Their hunger and the dreadful heat caused them naturally to look down despondently at the road, following whoever was in front silently. Glancing at others along the way, Lauren tried to judge whether they had found food anywhere that she might have missed, or whether a group had some unfair advantage. But her suspicions were confirmed gradually as the journey unfolded and details were learnt from fellow refugees. The government had re-taken control of the country and offered the Nationalists the chance to talk, on the understanding that a cease-fire was respected. Various accounts put the cease- fire at almost two weeks old. Initially, one old woman said, nobody moved, fearing to return home in case fighting broke out again. But as the peace progressed, the trickle became a stream until much of the country was heading north, supervised by U.N. troops and the government.

Their caution about staying apart, though wise, was unnecessary. Continuing their steady march, they made the outskirts of Boquette in less than two days, buying a ride on an ancient bus for three hundred dollars of Peter's money, more than bus could ever have been worth, and certainly more money than the old driver had ever seen.

For Lauren, though, the greatest shock lay waiting for her north of Boquette, on the road to the house. Her elation at their trek and the obvious happy outcome was apparent and infectious. As they crested the hill that led up from the bay towards home, a rickety tractor approached from behind. It's rhythmic putter resonated along the road. Lauren turned to see the huge phallic chimney stack belching fumes in to the afternoon air and turned away, holding her breath. As it crawled past, she looked up. Her heart leapt as disbelief tensed her muscles. Sitting on the back of the low loader was Felix, his arm around a little girl - clearly his daughter - and another woman leaning against him with a young boy. The very picture of the happy family.

"Er, Lauren, that's ..." muttered Emma from behind.

Lauren fumed, her face reddening as she stared at the group through slit eyes. "I know, that little shit." She replayed every scene at fast forward through her mind. Now she realised why he couldn't stay the night. It had nothing to do with work, he simply went home to his wife. And the reason he seemed so accomplished in bed was that he'd had sex with his wife for years, 'probably every bloody day' thought Lauren. Or perhaps not, that was why he came by the gallon whenever they made love. She correct herself. No, they had sex, they didn't make love. She shook her head, trying to work out why she had never even suspected that he could have been married. The only comment Emma received was a thin smile from Lauren and threats to rearrange his anatomy with the bread knife.

She was unsure whether he had seen her or not, but as the stark facts sank in it served to strengthen her stride and bring her up alongside Peter. They chatted again, as they had done almost continually since their escape, arm in arm, comrades, war heroes. Ironically, he had felt embarrassed that the Nationalist hadn't tried to snatch them back, and he therefore had wondered out loud if he had made a terrible mistake. But his tales of the films - some he had seen and others he had heard about - seemed vivid and almost plausible enough to justify their clandestine escape. As they entered the gravel driveway of the house she held his hand, pulling him close to her side as a gesture of thanks.


Chapter 56

There was relief and delight not just at finally opening the two huge front doors of the house, but with the fact that everything appeared to have been left undisturbed. In their month away, Jamie found that the lounge windows had been boarded up and the woodwork surround had been replaced and painted, probably in preparation for new glass.

"Looks like the landlord has been and done a few repairs." he announced passing through the kitchen. While Julie, Juan and Peter slowly followed them around, the children explored, checking that their respective rooms had been left alone. Satisfied that almost everything was normal, they gathered in the kitchen.

"The pool's been patched up, but the pump sounds like it's going to explode. Water's clear, though."

"Ahh!" cried Lauren as she opened the fridge. The smell crept out, nauseating the group in seconds.

"Jesus, what the hell was in there?" asked Peter.

"I've no idea, but I bet it could walk out on it's own. Jeeze, what a stink!" smiled Jamie, handing her a cloth.

It took most of the evening to clear up, make beds and move the food out of the spare room and into the utility area. Jamie and Lauren would stay in their separate rooms while Julie would stay in Emma's room on a mattress. Peter agreed to stay the night on the sofa which pulled out to make a reasonable queen-sized bed. Everyone took turns using the phone, reporting to the embassy that they were safe. Although the line was crackly, Lauren was overjoyed to hear that they had her name on the register, and the embassy staff sounded truly pleased that she was safe, well and at home. She was almost certain too that they said they would get a message to her parents in the next couple of days. After ringing off, she tried to phone them herself, but despite dialing five or six times, received no ringing tone from Switzerland.

Jamie, helped by Peter, brought the air conditioning back on and watched carefully as the gas boiler roared into life to provide hot water. Just before bed, they wandered out into the grounds, checking the fences and making sure there were no dead bodies or other inconveniences lurking in the shadows. Emma came running back from the stables to report with unconcealed delight that the horses had gone.

Lauren waved goodnight to her friends and shut her door quietly. Her bed beckoned, the silk bedspread shining in the gloom of the evening. She fell, face down on top if it, hugging it's coolness, smiling and bubbling at the thought of having escaped so successfully. She was sorely tempted to strip and fall asleep on the spot, but pushed herself to wander through into her bathroom and wash. She tore off her T-Shirt and threw it in the corner, deciding that the best thing would be simply to throw it away in the morning. She slipped off the remains of her jeans, and peeled her filthy knickers off down her legs. Four days of sweat and grime had blackened them to a state that she had not thought possible. Naked, she stretched above her head, turning to look at herself in the mirror.

Her face was definitely blotchy, her cheeks red, almost swollen by the sun and rough living. Great black streaks seemed to have channeled into her face where sweat had coursed down during their trek. Her tan remained intact, but her hips seemed more pronounced, not because she had put weight on, but because she had lost it, sweated it all away during their one hundred mile sauna through the country. Admittedly, a large part had been in the bus, but that had been hot if not strenuous. She grabbed her buttocks, squeezing them, parting her cheeks as the cool air flowed around her legs. A hand cupped her pussy, grinding against the thick mat of her pubic hair. She scratched in the most unladylike fashion, bringing her fingers up to her nose. It was quite apparent that tired or not, she desperately needed to wash.

The shower water was luke warm at best, but that scarcely mattered as she pulled the curtain around and stepped under the jet. Raising her arms, she let the water pummel her body, massaging her back into life. The water flowed down her legs, still clean to her surprise. However, once the soap took effect, great black streams of dirt appeared, and every time she rubbed her skin, the water changed colour. Ten minutes later, she stepped out, dripping and incredulous that there had been so much dirt and moreover, that she could have even considered going to bed without washing.

In her lounge, she slumped on the sofa and flicked on the TV. The rerun of a western that she had seen when she first arrived made her smile. Still naked and dripping water, she absently rested her right foot on the arm of the sofa and laid back to watch the film. Her fingers found her pussy, reawakening her with feelings that had been absent for almost a week. The message said 'play with me' but reality beckoned. She turned off the TV, and slid into bed, hugging the pillow as she drifted into her dreamworld.

Lauren woke at seven, and even though her clock agreed, she distrusted it enough to get up, wash and dress in her father's great white shirt and clean (oh joy!) knickers before making her way to the kitchen. Passing the lounge, she spied Peter, flat on his stomach on the sofabed. Her breathed heavily, his frame pushing up the thin sheet that covered him. She leant against the doorway, watching. He was broad-shouldered, strong, and tall. His clothes lay scattered around the room just as though they had been ripped from his body the night before. Alarm bells rang briefly in her head. Julie, Emma? Surely not. She tip- toed into the kitchen, made coffee as quickly as possible and returned to sit on the side of his bed.

"Hey, wakey wakey! Another thirty miles to do!" The lack of five days shaving was apparent, stubble beginning to lay evenly over his face.

"Ohh!" he grumbled, rolling onto his back with a broad smile. She sat facing him, offering the coffee as he looked around for another pillow to help him sit upright. "Jeeze, I really ache"

"Yeah, so do I. You should use the pool today, relax in the sun a bit." He nodded, pushing the pillow behind him as he gathered the sheet around his waist. He had a hairy chest, muscular with rounded shoulders and strong arms. His eyes wandered over Lauren, dwelling momentarily on her long legs as he sipped his coffee. Lauren recalled her thoughts about Peter, how he had tied for first place with Julie. She knew it would end up like his tale of his past girlfriend, probably even worse until she herself returned to Switzerland. After the uprising, and assuming that everything settled down, he was unlikely to return to San Falino on business.

"I must call work, tell them I'll be out of contact for a couple of days."

"Ohh, right!"

"Oh, sorry, if that's OK. I mean, well...you know." Lauren nodded, smiling assent. She shifted slightly, facing him.

"I can show you round. The car's still here, and we could go into Boquette. In fact, we could all go out for lunch. I've got the housekeeping credit card!" He smiled, leaning over to find somewhere to put his coffee. Lauren took it from him, placing it safely by the fireplace.

"You look nice and cool. How hot is it today?"

She shrugged. "My father's." she said, posing to show off the shirt.

"Suits you." His eyes probed beneath the shirt tails. "Didn't Jamie say the pool was working?"

"Yep. You'd have to borrow some of his Dad's swimming trunks. You're much too big for his." said Lauren innocently. As the words sank in she smiled, shaking her with embarrassment, shifting closer to him. He toured her body again with his gaze, pleasure in his eyes quite apparent as he leaned back against his pillow, his movement and body inviting, casual. Lauren leaned across him, placing her left hand the other side of his legs, still not touching but confirming interest. Her legs shifted once again, the tanned highway in line with his head.

"Hey!" exclaimed Lauren as though discovering something revolutionary, "do you want a bath? You can use mine if you want?" Her mind told that the offer was as far as she wanted to go at that moment. If he had pulled her down and kissed her, she would have reciprocated willingly. And perhaps there was a short future in a relationship with him, by way of thanks rather than anything else, but sex in the lounge had been tried before and was definitely too risky.

"I'm too tired to wash, all I could do would be to lie there. Of course, if someone washed me, that would be OK!"

She laughed. "That's a great idea. I'll run the water and then make sure that Jamie doesn't mind washing you!" She took the opportunity to glance quickly down again at his hips. The shock on her face was beyond concealment as she gauged the size of his cock. The shape of his leg was clear beneath the sheet, a swelling that fell with as the sheet hugged his inner thigh. But in the middle, between the two sharp bones of his hips bobbed his cock. Lauren had no idea quite how big he was, or whether he was fully erect, but a surge of adrenaline and lust coursed through her body, fluttering her heart as she realised he made no effort to conceal his erection. Regaining some composure, she stared directly into his eyes, starting a game.

"Sorry, that's no fun!" he said.

"Perhaps Emma and me, then. We'd have to make sure you're really clean. But I expect you'd be embarrassed, wouldn't you?"

He looked at her intently, trying to judge how serious she was. He stuttered. "Emma's too young for such things, she's so innocent, right?" Lauren caught the movement of his cock under the sheet. She leaned further onto his legs, bringing her own up so that he couldn't quite see her knickers.

"She needs to learn sometime, right?" she suggested.

"Lauren, you're a naughty girl! I remember what you said you did with that girl in Switzerland."

"Nikki"

"Yeah. Washing and all the rest"

"What rest?" Her hand found his thigh and rubbed gently, closing in.

"Come here" he said softly. Lauren debated, intentionally giving the impression of her mental process. She slid to the floor, brushing his cock with her arm. Her lips met his, their kiss long, exploratory. She broke away, patting his cock as she stood.

"Breakfast!" she said and turned, suprising herself that it had been easy to break away from what was most definitely the promise of the biggest cock in her life. She waved at Julie down the hallway as she emerged to greet the new day. Leaning on the sink in the kitchen, she realised that while she half felt like sex, something seemed to have happened to her during the past week. She created scenarios, judging them for their potency and desirability. A hug and kiss with Emma would be fine. She had a strong interest in doing anything with Julie, especially as she was such a dependable girl, cute and full of energy. Peter was fine, but she now thought that a relationship was impractical, probably even if they both lived in Switzerland. Jamie didn't even register as a possibility. Food and relaxation, house repair supervision and the children's schooling were therefore her top priorities. 'Yes', she thought, 'new priorities in my new life. Responsibility. Leadership.'

The smell of cooking and coffee roused the household, and by ten everyone was fed, washed and ready for the day. Lauren spent much of the morning on the phone, leaving messages for Elizabeth and Gustav at every number she could find. One of Elizabeth's team mentioned that they all knew that the children were home and safe. Gustav was in Switzerland, but Elizabeth would now be cutting short her work in the north, and be home at the weekend, four days away. She would call that evening.

"Damn nice of her!" said Lauren out loud as the line went dead. She showed Peter to her bathroom, their movements and distance perfectly choreographed, eliminating any chance of an accidental touch, their casual behaviour speaking volumes of what might transpire later.

"Here. Soap, towel. What else?" she asked.

"Got a spare toothbrush?"

"Yep, here!" she said, opening the medicine cabinet on the wall. To her horror, two plastic gloves fell into the sink. She scooped them up, trying desperately of something to say. "Er, medicinal purposes. Emma"

"No problem" he offered, his eyes wandering all over her for any sign of a clue to their real purpose.

Lauren made her excuses and left, reminding him that she would be through in her bedroom, sorting out her washing. She listened during the ten minutes he needed, amused by the sound of his humming in the shower, the occasional shriek. She knew full well that the noises were half invitations to go and assist, but that didn't figure into her new plans.

He emerged, dripping with a towel around his body and another round his head, his hair wet and matted. Lauren plugged in her hair drier and guided him to the edge of the bed. Kneeling behind him, she rubbed his thick hair, alternately combing and fluffing it to encourage it to dry. He seemed so strong, manly. It was wholesome to have him in her bedroom. She wondered if that's what the room needed to make it more like home, a man. The silk bedspread caressed her legs, recalling the feeling of how her bottom had felt when her ankles had been by her ears and Felix had introduced her to his toy.

She settled slowly onto her heels, fully aware that the deeper she sank, the more her father's shirt rode up her thighs. Dropping her comb, she shifted slightly, using her left hand briefly to touch her pussy, loosening the tight knickers and allowing it to breath. She found there was something erotic, almost creative in running her hands innocently through his hair, combing it into some sort of order, touching him to her hearts content. He sighed occasionally, and when she thought his eyes might be closed, she knelt higher in order to glance round his shoulder and into his lap, the bulge still clearly defined beneath the wet towel.

Although tempted, she flicked off the switch, announced that he could use the little lounge to change in if he wanted, and then left him alone while she again tried the phone. Pleased with herself and her new moral code, she made her way to the utility room.

They had lunch in the town as planned, riding around like tourists as they showed the sights to Julie and Peter. Lauren allowed herself two beers at lunch, and felt more than relaxed as they pulled up back at the house. Her little entourage tumbled from the car and into the house, the cool of the air conditioning almost knocking them over as they slammed the door noisily.

"Look" she said, loudly, to Julie and Peter "if this is your last night here you two we should have farewell party and celebrate! There's tons of food and drink here!"

"Great idea. The we can take you to the station tomorrow morning, right Lori?" said Emma, herself a little merry from lunch.

Lauren watched Julie as she shuffled closer to Jamie. It was clear that they would be saying good-bye most of the night and well into the early morning. Then it dawned on her that she had actually seen Julie leaving Jamie's room that morning. She grinned at the girl, mentally undressing her with the greatest of ease as she recalled the performance with Juan. Julie returned the smile, grasping Jamie's hand in hers.

"Let's not wait for tonight, let's start now!" said Jamie, gaining a cheer of approval. Leading the way, he removed a bottle of white wine from the fridge, grabbed five glasses and walked onto the patio. He stripped, showing that he already had his swimming trunks on underneath his shorts, and slowly waded out from the shallow end of the pool, careful in case he stepped on rocks or any other object left by the builders. Lauren showed Peter to Gustav's wardrobe, searching with him to locate a pair of swimming trunks. It crossed her mind that he might try them on right there, in front of her, but modesty won the day, and he sneaked off into the bathroom to change. Re-emerging with more of a fatherly image, they sniggered together before parting so that Lauren could change.


Chapter 57

Back on the patio, Julie was almost suitably clothed. The thought was there, but Emma's spare bikini was meant for a girl of thirteen, not seventeen. The small patches of cloth barely covered her nipples, and the bikini bottom cut wickedly into her thighs, molding itself to her athletic build. Lauren slumped down onto the lounger, leaning back as she sipped the ice cold wine. She watched Jamie plying back and forth, turning effortlessly, length after length. Julie watched him with great interest as she sat on the deck chair, an ankle resting on her knee, no doubt, thought Lauren, giving Jamie a wonderful view of the material as it must surely be trapped between the soft folds of her labia.

Lauren closed her eyes, aware that Peter wanted to talk, to join the group. He knew little of what they had been forced to do in Maria's wayward house, but Lauren had briefly mentioned that everyone was involved at the same time, including Emma. She had glossed over the facts about her relationship with Maria and focused on the little show that they had been persuaded to perform for Maria's so- called Uncle. Peter had been fascinated, asking no questions, lapping up every detail as they trudged along on the second day of the walk. His interest shifted from a need for the sexual details to a search for the reason that they were still alive. Lauren gradually realised that Maria may have felt that to have Lauren and Emma alive and willing was of more service to her than involve them in one of her more violent productions. They had not discussed the event since that time, the subject taboo.

She opened her eyes, just in time to see Emma standing by the poolside, wineglass in hand. Jamie was bobbing up and down in the water, encouraging her. She swigged back the half empty glass, set it down and flicked the clasp of her bikini top. It hit the floor at the same time she entered the water, diving gracefully beside her brother. The activity wasn't missed by Peter, who sat up casually, waiting for the little girl to re-emerge. She didn't disappoint, breaking the surface fast enough to allow her young breasts to burst forth into the sunlight in all their glory. Lauren became aware of Julie to her right, restless and clearly torn between staying with the older pair and joining those closer to her age. Youth won. She stood in her tight bikini and walked to the edge of the pool, acknowledging the whistles and laughter from the water.

Lauren and Peter looked at each other, smiling before turning back to watch the girl. Her physique was perfect, both elegant and athletic, the broad shoulders of a swimmer, maybe, combined with the no-nonsense tautness of her limbs. Her buttocks were tight together, trapping the thin strap of her bikini in a way that revealed her pussy lips between her legs to perfection. She turned to Lauren.

"Do you mind?" she asked, holding the front clasp of her bikini top. Her breasts bulged from almost every edge of the material.

"No, we're very casual here, don't you worry." she replied, dismissing her concern with a wave of her hand, spilling her wine. Julie flicked her fingers, revealing to Lauren once again her breasts, the nipples flat, asleep. She dropped the hopelessly inadequate clothing on top of Emma's and sat down on the edge of the pool, dangling her feet in the water. Jamie swam across to her and gripped her legs, pulling relentlessly until she tumbled on top of him into the water, laughing in delight at the cool water and the sensation of their bodies together.

Lauren shifted on the lounger, crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs, glancing to her left at Peter and smiling. "Hot, eh?" she said, her words not slurred but with a pronounced drawl. Peter nodded. His hands were in his lap as he laid back against the raised seat, trying to look the picture of calm while his cock attempted to burst out from underneath the trunks. Her eyes gleamed in the sunlight as she toured his body, from his strong shoulders and arms, down over his ancient trunks and along his hairy legs. Ample room in the trunks for her hand, she thought. She decided two things within seconds of each other. Firstly, she just had to lose her top, because the sun was making her itch. Secondly, she wasn't going to be distasteful and do it herself. That was a job for Peter, and she would let him do it as a way of thanking him. He turned, following her eyes, clearly embarrassed by the length of time she had stared at him.

Lauren and Peter ventured into the water only briefly, enough to be able to say they joined in, to wash away the heat of the afternoon. But she didn't like the splashing and the constant diving of the others worried her, so rather than nervously clinging to the edge, she waded out, stood still and drip dried for a couple of minutes and then resumed her relaxed position on the lounger. Peter pulled himself out of the water less than five minutes later.

"Want some more wine, this white's almost gone?" 

"Yeah, I'll show you where it is." said Lauren, springing to her feet. Blood pounded in her head, black blotches from the sudden jump up half obscuring her vision as she wandered towards the kitchen. He caught her arm, steadying her as she stepped onto the cool marble of the utility room floor. "Here!" she said, opening the fridge, "one more bottle of white, then there's tons of red in the spare room." She put the bottle on the kitchen table, and took his hand, pulling him to the spare room. Her knuckles brushed against his rigid cock, her brain noting the hardness and, to her delayed surprise, the utter desire that registered. Their fingers interlocked, cool and damp, exploring, squeezing as their feet flapped along the cold hallway.

She guided him into the room, flicking the door closed with her foot as he tugged along. They spun round, unspoken words exchanged, consent signaled as they edged closer. Her bikini was damp, the material clinging tightly to her body. Lauren pulled him towards her, his cock now raging against her stomach. To her amazement, the length of his erection and his physical height caused the top of his cock to nestle against the firm, graceful curve of her breast. She gripped his buttocks, pulling him close as she looked up dreamily into his eyes. Her lips parted as he leaned down, craning his neck to kiss her forehead. She could feel tiny drips from her bikini running down her leg, warm, caressing.

She exhaled, delighted at his touch, the coolness of his hands, the safety of his strength. Swaying slightly, she kissed him back, slipping her tongue along his lip, encouraging him as his hands gripped her back, squeezing her breasts against his hairy chest. Her bikini top reminded her of the desire building inside her and so when his hands rubbed lightly against the side of her breasts she sighed, kissing him hard in encouragement. But rather than ripping her clothes off, she felt his grip increase, squeezing her sides, lifting her slightly so that she stood on tiptoes. Her hands moved over his back, circling, rising until she held his shoulders, maintaining her embrace with a sigh and a thundering heart.

"Eyes closed?"

She laughed, recalling their flight. "Story time?"

"Mmm. Tell me what you feel."

She thought, hot and panting as she lay her head on his shoulder and gently swayed back and forth to imaginary music. "I feel our bodies, close, touching all the way down. I feel your feet against mine. I feel your legs. I know your heart is beating very quickly. Your mouth is warm and tastes of white wine. I can smell chlorine, lunch."

"What else?"

"I feel the cool air in the room, the warmth of my legs. I know there's suntan stuff under my arms and over my stomach. My muscles still ache. I'm a little drunk, not hungry. And you feel so clean. Your skin feels tight, cold, my fingers sort of squeak over it when I touch you."

"What's poking against your stomach?"

"Your cock" she replied without hesitation.

"Why?"

"Because it's stiff"

"Why?"

"Perhaps it's happy!"

"Because you're here, because you're so gorgeous. Because when you take your top off, I think you'll look like an angel." He kissed her again.

Lauren laughed at his romantic notions, trying to minimize the secret delight of his words. "I'm not going to take it off." He looked at her.

"Why?"

"Because that's your job." She turned, breaking their embrace. Undecided whether to stay in the spare room or venture to her own bedroom, she grabbed the wine and split the difference, stumbling into the bed. Again, he steadied her, leading her towards the lounge. They flopped onto the white sofa, kneeling while they leaned over the back to check that the others were safe and minding their own business. Julie was sitting on the edge, dangling her legs in the water while leaning back on her elbows with her head tilted right back. She stared at the sky while Jamie buried his head between her legs, licking her while Emma watched. Lauren turned to Peter, soliciting comment.

He looked embarrassed, smiling nervously as he shifted, obviously rubbing his cock through his trunks on the back of the sofa.

Lauren leaned forward, feeling the warmth of his breath as she approached, then the wet tingle as they kissed. She slid her arm along the back of the sofa, scooping him up while her other hand pulled him closer. "Some red wine, I think. To celebrate our freedom."

"OK, but not too much, we don't want to fall asleep, right?" Lauren up-ended her wine glass, draining the remainder of the white wine. He poured carefully, the deep red liquid clinging to the side of the glass, the heady bouquet filling the room. "Cheers!" he said. They turned away from the activity on the patio and slipped down together. His eyes followed the wine glass, sneaking a look at her magnificent cleavage as she drank. Lauren looked so tanned, firm, young and most definitely in need of some serious loving. She rested her half-empty glass on the carpet and sank into the sofa, smiling while she shuffled around, turning her back on him while her head slipped over his chest, coming to rest in his lap. There was no mistaking his cock, arrogant, hard and ridiculously long, starting below her right ear, and giving every impression of continuing way above as her head pushed it hard against his stomach.

Peter's hands rubbed her shoulders, massaging again the tired aches out of her system. Fingers probed deeper, gliding occasionally over the top of her breasts, delving the tiniest of distances under the tight material of her top. She glanced down, pleased to see her nipples erect, standing to attention, aching slightly as though deprived of sustenance. She pushed back, digging her head deeper into his lap, rolling his cock back and forth beneath the trunks. She brought her knees up, really wanting to open her legs, to leave one on the sofa cushion and the other on the back of the seat, but modesty dictated that she should wait until invited.

The wine was having an effect on her now, her eyelids heavy, her movements dreamy as warmth from their bodies mixed to provide sanctuary. Relaxed, comfortable, so cozy with him as lazy fingers wandered over her shoulders, stroked the side of her face, teased jokingly as he placed a finger against her lips and quickly moved before she could bite it. Games she had played with her mother. He traced the outline of her bikini top, implying his desire to venture down to her hard nipples, to reveal the true perfection of her form. She pushed against his fingers, pleased as a finger tip brushed over the tautness, flicked and caressed before escaping for fear of offending.

"You look gorgeous down there" he whispered. "such long legs, all the way down the sofa" She pushed into his lap, her left hand dropping to her side, finding his leg and stroking gently. "I can see you breathing, rising and falling. I think I can hear your heart beating too!"

Lauren smiled, giggling as she ran her fingers through the hair on his legs. She turned her head very slightly to the right, bringing more of his cock into contact with her cheek. The warmth and hardness permeated his trunks, beckoning her, tempting her to take him in her mouth while he bulged a matter of inches from her face. The stiff outline of his manhood played tents, the top of his thick cock straining to reach daylight. He breathed deeply, in thanks for the added attention, stroking her hair before slowly, with the utmost care and strength, lifting her shoulders so that he could kiss her tenderly on the lips. Lauren melted, closing her eyes in total surrender to his lips, bending her knees and parting her legs slightly as she reached back and grabbed his neck. He twisted around so that their kiss was more conventional, pulling her up against his leg so that he still had to lean down but could hold her side and pull her close.

To her relief she felt his hands roaming over her breasts, his thumb dipping under the thin elastic as he peeled the material away from her proud beauty. The bra straps slipped down her arms as the cups drifted to her waist, revealing her breasts and signaling to Lauren that he had taken the plunge and the trembling demands within her pussy would be satisfied at last.

"You're perfect!" he said, shaking his head slightly. Embarrassed, she leaned and pulled his lips to her own, stifling any further examination and hopefully encouraging him to the next goal. Leaning across his legs, she slipped her hand inside the leg of his trunks, feeling her way to the thin webbing that served as a lining. He gripped her harder, rewarding her ambition and opening his legs slightly to allow greater movement. Pushing further, she felt the soft, squishy skin of his balls, hanging warm and loose between his legs. Slightly further was the rock hard beginning of his cool cock, bursting forth between his balls, immovable, rampant, seemingly endless. Unable to contain her curiosity, she clumsily traced it's length, speechless as the trunks prevented her from finding anything that felt like the great red knob she expected.

"Oh yes, that's lovely." he said, rubbing her nipples gently with the palm of his hand before skimming down to her bikini bottom. "I can see your pussy lips beneath your bikini"

Amazed and aroused by the running commentary, she nodded, looking down as she parted her legs a little more. Her hand found her pussy, the middle finger extended as she brought temporary relief. "I want you. I need you really deep inside me." She panted hard now, caught up in the language. "Make me come, do anything!" He slid down the sofa and picked her up in his arms in one fluid motion. Kneeling down on one knee, he grabbed the bottle of wine while she picked up their glasses. He stood again, pausing so they could watch the children once more from the gloom of the lounge. Jamie now laid on the lounger and Julie, naked and with her back to them, sucked his cock. Her legs were slightly parted and the erotic outline of her pussy and the bright spot of her anus between her legs affected them both. Emma appeared to be naked as well but content to sit in a chair on her own, watching. Lauren giggled again.

  Chapter 58

"She's beautiful. They both are" said Peter. Lauren kissed his chest, signaling the end of their voyeuristic interlude. They entered her room noisily, the door swinging back against the wall. The wine made it to her bedside table, just as they both fell onto the silk bedspread. She tugged her bikini top off and flipped it dramatically onto the carpet, allowing Peter once again to drink in the pure wonder of her figure. He knelt on the bed, leaning to kiss her, pushing her down against the crisp cotton pillows. His warm mouth found her lips, kissing her generously but dwelling only a little before venturing down to her breasts. Unable to contain herself any longer, she turned, waiting for him to kiss his way to her legs before pulling his trunks, and the object of her desire, close to her mouth. Resting her head on the bed, she nuzzled between his legs, kissing his thighs as his legs parted. She gripped his cock through his trunks and confirmed it was an enormous iron rod, the veins obvious to her touch even through his trunks. She stifled a laugh as she realised just how big he was. Her fingers caught the waistline of his trunks and pulled, allowing the thick, throbbing head of his cock to burst through. It shone, the skin peeled back, gathered below the deep red bulb. Instinctively, as though wishing to make friends with it immediately, she flicked the top with her tongue, delighted as it sprang away, bobbing back slowly as it settled for more attention.

He became more courageous, kissing around her navel quickly before concentrating on the tanned silkiness of her young thighs. Without any hurry, he kissed, licked and blew warm air over her, stirring inside the demand that had been growing since she had woken up that morning. His face was smooth, his tongue pure luxury as it probed closer to her wetness. She shifted, only half concentrating on his cock as she flicked it with her tongue. He was closing in, holding his breath before delving under the tight bikini in search of her treasure. His hand went under her bottom, lifting her closer to his mouth, giving him room to pull down her bikini slightly and tease the length of her labia.

"Oh yes, that's it. That's lovely." His free hand found her breasts, teasing her nipples in time with his tongue. "Oh, do it!" The wonderful contrast of the heat inside her, the warmth of his tongue and the cool touch of his skin alarmed her, the desire to have him inside strengthening with every tiny touch of his tongue.

"What, anything?" he asked after kissing her pussy and pulling her bikini another inch lower. The beginning of her thin pubic hair poked out over the top.

"No." She slid him into her mouth, measuring him, realising that she could only accommodate half of him comfortably. Clean, tasteless but so very strong. She shook her head. "No, everything and anything. Make me unconscious!"

"What about the children?"

"Later!" Lauren laughed, hoping that he had indeed set her up for the joke.

With renewed passion, he kissed her pussy, probing her vagina, teasing firmly between her inner lips as she blossomed, her labia parting to allow him access to the slick wetness of her desire. His tongue went lower, coursing round the lower folds of her slick vagina, towards her anus as he pulled the material apart roughly. She bucked up off the bed as he touched her anus, flicking at the tight hole while she grabbed his cock for support.

"Oh yes, that's great!" she said.

"Wow, you love that, yeah?" he muttered between her cheeks. "Really nice, right?"

"Mmm!" She shook, her thighs wobbling from the lust, wine and pangs of hunger that conflicted within. He grabbed the back of her bikini and tugged, bringing it down to her knees. Pushing her back onto the bed, he curled her into a ball on her side, kissed her thigh then disappeared down to her pussy, tight between her legs. The feeling of nakedness, the damp from her clothing and the afternoon encounter contributed to her feeling of euphoria and the kindling of lust deep inside. Licking and teasing, he found her vagina, pushing deep inside with a tongue that seemed to be endless, snaking around, searching out every private, intimate detail of her sex. She shook continually now, the excitement of their lovemaking keeping her bubbling with delight. He kissed her pussy openmouthed before twirling her round like a toy and diving once again between her legs.

She tugged his wet trunks, pulling them straight off and tossing them to the floor. His cock stood way over her head, towering towards the ceiling. Deciding she was wetter than ever before, she   sat up and straddled him, pushing him down on the bed, giggling at the look of surprise on his face as she shuffled the bikini off her feet. Sneaking lower down his body, she gripped his cock, guiding it towards her soaked pussy. The cool tip sent shocks through her as it touched the delightful warmth of her vagina. Another hand held it. She turned.

"Emma! What the fuck...!"

"I was watching, that's all. I just want to stay"

"That's OK!" said Peter, quickly, caressing the side of Lauren's flushed face.

"Please? I'll just sit on the bed."

"How long have you been there?"

"Not long! Please?"

Lauren felt Peter pulling her towards him, the cock in Emma's hand now parting the slick lips of her pussy. She estimated his width, judging that it was going to hurt, although the wine would help. She breathed deeply, testing herself as she lowered her pussy onto him. "Oh yes, yes! So big!" Emma slipped onto the bed, taking her place by Peter's head so she too could watch the huge cock disappearing into her naked au pair.

"Lauren, it looks huge!" She nodded, looking between her legs as she covered another inch. Emma laid down along the bed, her baby fingers plucking up the courage to find her own pussy, rearranging the material before tweaking her little nipples.

"Take your bikini off" whispered Lauren.

"Sure?"

"Mmm, go on. Then pour some more wine" She did as she was told, stripping on the bed before sliding off. Standing beside them, she poured, producing a half empty glass of white wine for herself. Lauren moaned at her, indicating she wanted a drink. Emma obliged, standing inches from Peter's face as she tipped the warm liquid down her throat. It spilled as Lauren jogged up and down, trailing over her breasts before falling to Peter's chest.

"Oh yes, it's all in. Oh God, it's so good, so huge!" His hips started their gentle rocking motion, in time with her own riding. The great pole slid in and out, plenty of reason for Emma to rejoin them on the bed, glass in hand, and sit cross legged at their side. Silently, her little fingers found her pussy, rubbing gently in time with Lauren.

"Lori, it looks so wonderful." Lauren nodded, smiling as she quickened the pace. She looked down between her legs, stunned at the sight of her labia, bulging with every downstroke, distended like she had never seen before, pushed aside as his thick shining cock ploughed into her. Peter grabbed her breast roughly, his other hand on her hip, setting their speed. His face changed from pleasure to surprise, just as Emma sat up on her heels, giving them a perfect view of her young sex. Peter's hand gripped Emma's leg as he pumped harder, groans indicating his approaching orgasm. But Lauren was determined that she was going to come while split on his enormous cock, and stopped her pumping abruptly, leaning down to kiss his lips as she took all of him inside her. She leaned back, pulling Emma towards her, and kissed her full on the mouth. Emma squealed with surprise, not from distaste but because Peter was party to it. He pushed deep into Lauren, demanding that she resume her attention. Half complying, she toyed with Emma's breasts, and when Emma herself returned the compliment, feeling her tight nipples, she pumped again. Peter took hold of the other breast, caressing her, gripping her tight as the throes of orgasm approached. Lauren sensed it too now, the dam fracturing as her lust squeezed out of it's confinement, coursing through her body. She rode him faster, up and down while they held her tight, Peter returning her movements with his own forceful thrusts. Her pussy gripped him hard, rippling in absolute pleasure as she rode the wave of illicit sex, lust bursting through her senses. Black stars of delight burst behind her eyes as she shook with every single wave that knocked her over, such strength and lack of control making her scream with pleasure as at last the days of pent up lust and demand were satisfied.

His shouts increased as he bulged inside her, shuddering uncontrollably as he pulsed hard, expanding painfully inside as he came with a groan that shook the room. Emma watched open- mouthed as he rammed Lauren without care, causing her to scream from the pain as he drove deeper and deeper into her womb. Cum spilled from their union, matting his hair and dripping down his thighs. And while Lauren relaxed slowly, her head dropping onto his chest, he continued to thrust into her, banging rhythmically as he continued to fill her.

His thrusts slowed to the point of being shallow, calming and gave Lauren a chance to roll off him and onto her side. The girls stared at his cock, now lying slumped across his thigh, still thick and dangerous, but glistening with his cum. Emma smiled as she moved towards him, her eyes asking the question and his grin giving assent. She gripped him in her tiny hand, gasping when her fingers had no chance of very making it all the way round. She pushed it against his thigh, grinning as it rolled sexily in her hand. Lauren flopped back on the sheets, exploring her soaking pussy. She scooped the thick liquid with a finger and brought it to her lips, tasting the glue-like consistency of his seed.

"Here!" she whispered to Emma, offering her fingers. Emma closed her eyes as she leaned forward. Lauren smeared her finger along the little girl's top lip before pushing it into her hot mouth. Her pussy stirred yet again as she felt the teenage tongue wrap around her finger, cleaning it completely of the last trace of nectar.

His cock bobbed again, becoming erect quickly as he watched their act. Lauren stirred slowly from the depths of her orgasm, curling up on the bed for several minutes, touching arms and legs, kissing them both as she mellowed gloriously. Conscious that Emma had joined in and no doubt expected to be entertained, she slipped off the bed and made her way to the bathroom. Deciding not to bother cleaning herself, she opened the medicine cabinet and retrieved the surgical gloves. With the Baby Oil in her other hand, she skipped back into the bedroom. Emma was stroking Peter's cock very slowly, while his grin and open mouth confirmed that this afternoon seemed to be a dream come true. She chuckled, pleased that she had found a way to thank him. She was a little unsure whether Emma should really be part of the entertainment, but the wine and the sight of his enormous cock won the day. She reached up into her cupboard and found the vibrator, left there since Mr. 'shit-face' had wandered out of her room on one of his flimsy excuses.

Peter and Emma were now wrapped together, naked, embracing deeply. She could see that they were both delighted, passionate for their own reasons. She slipped between their legs, kissing Emma's thighs, arousing and awakening her to the attention she was about to enjoy.

"Hey, look what I've got for you" she said, holding up the vibrator like a trophy. Peter shot her a glance of pure lust before turning back to Emma to smooth his hand over her breasts. Lauren ran her tongue over it, laughing as she realised she looked like a sex film actress. "Hey!" she said to Peter, "time to be nice to her. Down here!" He kissed Emma one last time before sliding down to join Lauren. They parted her legs as she fell back against the sheets,   bringing her feet together to expose her sex. Together they kissed her thighs, moving slowly up to concentrate their efforts on the little girl folds of skin that formed her wet inner lips. Lauren watched, fascinated, as Peter probed with his tongue. Emma's labia reacted, twitching to his touch, her anus pouting gloriously as he took his time, kissing, sucking, flicking at her. His stiff cock pointed straight up against his body yet again, the huge veins deep, dark and threatening to explode. She brought the vibrator up to Emma's pussy, resting it at the entrance, judging that it was going to be absolutely the right size for her.

"Here! I'm going up top!" she whispered. Peter took the fake cock, turning it slightly as he brushed it against her pussy. Lauren kissed her way up, over Emma's breasts and sought her lips, pushing her tongue deep into her mouth. Emma was breathing heavily, her hands quickly finding their way between Lauren's legs, smearing the cum that still dripped from her pussy. Lauren waited several minutes, listening to the girl breathing, her sighs regular, her muscular spasms increasing as Peter slowly pushed the tool into her. She watched as the first two or three inches disappeared, again noting the way Emma's labia was pushed aside, her clitoris on full view. The perfect purity of her near-hairless pussy was wonderful, erotic enough to convince Lauren to shift her legs, straddling the little girl while still facing her pussy.

She sank slowly, allowing Emma to slip her arms up and grip her buttocks, controlling Lauren's descent. Leaning forward, Lauren gripped the back of her legs, pulling her closer as she placed her hands either side of Emma's hips. Peter adjusted the angle, pushing in slowly, pulling out silently as he introduced more and more of the vibrator. Lauren sank a little more, hands gripping her buttocks as Emma could at last reach her pussy with her tongue. Lauren knew that her face would be covered with Peter's cum in next to no time, and from the feelings that shot through her pussy, realised that it was exactly what Emma wanted.

"Oh Emma, that's it. Lick me, you love!"

"Oh Lauren, it all feels so good." she sighed. Her nose was now pressed hard against Lauren's tight brown hole, while her tongue strained to venture as deeply as possible inside her pussy. Lauren sank lower, her lips kissing down along the little girl's thighs towards her pussy. Contorting, she flicked at her clitoris briefly. Sensing her orgasm, she leaned up and pulled Emma's legs together, tightening the entrance for Peter. He knelt in front of the girls, his cock arrogant, dominating. One hand held the vibrator while his other, slick with Emma's own sexual oil, massaged her anus. But his rhythm never faltered.

Lauren pushed Emma's knees down against her chest, still leaving her pussy tight, stuffed with the vibrator, but bringing her anus into reach. She nodded at Peter, signaling it was time to put her out of her misery. He increased his pumping, instantly producing a groaning from Emma that contained a high-pitched squeal with every breath she took. Holding Emma's ankles in her left hand, Lauren reached down and teased her anus, pushing hard against the entrance. Emma bucked, her body wracked with spasms that needed both of them to control. She cried, sobbing with pleasure as her muscles went into overdrive, her legs thrashing against Lauren's strong grip. Lauren thrust her finger hard into Emma's anus and pushed her way over the edge. Peter pounded into her, matching Lauren's efforts and gripping Emma hard so that the vibrator continued it's clean thrusting into the teenager's sex. Real tears flowed from Emma's eyes, mixing with the streaks of cum that had oozed from Lauren's pussy.

Lauren moved her finger as she felt the contractions subside, producing yet another wave of pure pleasure for the girl. Peter had stopped, allowing the focus to be on her bottom for a short time, but as Lauren slowed, he started again, carefully, gently, pulling the tool almost all the way out before gently pushing back in, not the whole length but only a couple of inches. They could hear Emma sobbing gently beneath Lauren, her fingers gripping her waist, nails pressed deep into her skin. He pulled out slowly, her whole pussy red, soaked, so open that they could see pure darkness inside. Lauren pushed hard into her anus, her whole middle finger disappearing. Emma grabbed her bottom, pulling her closer so that she could once again lick her pussy. Kisses showered her clitoris, her anus and the slick skin of her thighs. Lauren whispered to Peter. Picking up the vibrator once again, he turned the black knob at the bottom, smiling as it burst into life and produced a soothing hum. He dabbed Emma's thighs with it, introducing her to the idea slowly. But she was more than ready, bucking to his touch, shifting to try and align her pussy with the source of the throbbing.

He ran it lightly along her labia, causing Emma to gasp. She pushed her hips up but Lauren held her down with the finger deep in her anus. Peter focused the buzzing cock on her inner lips, flicking them with the faintest of touches, leaving her imagination to run riot. Emma's tongue found Lauren's vagina, pushing hard inside, a feeling that Lauren realised she had missed since their wicked weekend away with her father. Emma shuddered, gripping Lauren's finger with the depths of her anus, squeezing as another sweet wave of pure pleasure consumed her body, carrying Lauren with her, a surge rather than a jolt that her pussy celebrated by pumping another ripple of cum over Emma's sweet face. The two girls moaned in unison, gripping each other tightly in their joy and intimacy. Still squatting over Emma, Lauren lifted her head, pulling her sticky finger from the girl's bottom as Peter switched off the buzzing cock. Lauren stretched and ran her fingers through her hair, moaning as she exercised her tight muscles, massaging her breasts with her hands as sleep threatened to invade their afternoon.

She slumped onto the bed, reached over to her night table and grabbed her wine, balancing precariously as the others moved on the bed. She slurped noisily, laughing with Peter as they all drank and looked at the arrangement of limbs on the bed. Peter was still very much erect, his cock throbbing, veins extruded along it's length. They heard the sound of feet padding along the hallway. Deciding that any attempt to cover herself was pointless, she turned awkwardly to the door. Jamie, closely followed by Julie, appeared, clad in white towels.

 Chapter 59

"Is everyone allright?" asked Jamie, a look concern moving through surprise into lust. "We heard noises."

"It was us. We've been playing games. Talking about the weather." said Lauren.

"Oh right. Much easier with your clothes off, eh?" They ventured into the room.

"Well, what about you two? Reading a novel?"

"Yes!" said Julie, laughing. She too seemed to have had too much wine as well, and mixed with the sun and Jamie's wandering hands, was in a giggly mood. She sat on the side of the bed, taking in the facts that lay before her, the tell-tale smears. She picked up the vibrator, squealing when it started to buzz. "Hmm, I'd rather have you!" she smirked, staring at the bulge underneath Jamie's towel. Lauren swigged her wine, pouting as she drained the glass. Peter obliged by refilling, carefully positioning himself so that his cock was hardly visible to Jamie and Julie.

"Not yet! First we have to give you a medical!" said Lauren, almost shouting. Peter laughed loudly at her crude attempt to introduce a game into the afternoon's entertainment. "Be quiet, or I'll operate on you!" She grabbed Julie and pulled her onto the bed, flattening her as she leaned on her shoulders. Emma caught the mood, moving to Julie's side as Lauren slithered erotically on all fours over the bed to retrieve the latex gloves. "Now, I'm Doctor Lauren, you're my patient. And I'm going to make you feel a lot better!"

Lauren lifted her head, arranging the girl's damp black hair neatly underneath her. Her round cheeky face glowed from the sun and wine, her eyes following Lauren as the others gathered beside her. Peter knelt by her hips, his cock, for once, limp against his thigh. He cuddled Emma fondly, exchanging glances with Jamie and Lauren opposite as they settled for the impromptu play.

"I'm going to cover your eyes so you can concentrate on the treatment, OK?" asked Lauren as she draped her bikini bottom over Julie's face to a chorus of giggles. "Now, what seems to be the problem?"

"Well, doctor, I keep feeling so sexy. All day, every day!" replied Julie without sincerity.

"Oh well, I'm going to have to give you a complete examination, little girl. My assistants will also be helping, OK?"

Julie nodded, grinning at Lauren's patter. Lauren sat by the girl's head, shamelessly showing her pussy to Peter and Emma opposite. She could feel the cool cum still dribbling, sticking her to the silk bedspread. She vowed to clean it in the morning, along with the sheets which she hoped to ruin with Peter later in the day. She briefly recalled the sight that Juan and Julie had made during the show they had produced for the General. The sight of her generous breasts and the athletic shape of her young body. She knew that Julie needed Jamie inside her, and that probably their cries had interrupted them in their love-making. Reaching over Julie, she grabbed a pair of latex gloves and snapped them on.

"OK, now we're ready." She massaged her neck and shoulders. "Any problems here?" Julie shook her head, her breathing shallow. Only Lauren noticed the little kick in Peter's cock as it slid up his thigh. "Jamie, see if there's anything wrong with her ability to kiss, please" He leaned down, moving Lauren's knickers up a little before covering her mouth with his, his cheeks moving as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. She groaned slightly, squirming on the bed, her hand locating his legs and pushing between as a reward.

"Very good, that seems fine. Now let's have a look a little lower, OK?" suggested Lauren. She tugged at the knot in the towel, then peeled back the layers to expose the top of her breasts just above her nipples. Lauren dripped oil lightly over her chest, massaging with her gloved hands as the skin developed a golden shine. Julie didn't seem to have expected quite such an intensity as the fingers toured, probing lower under the towel until her full breasts came into view. Her young mounds were lightly tanned, just as the rest of her body, less firm than Lauren but nipples that were a clear indication of her need for release. "How does that feel?" asked Lauren, shifting on the bed. Julie simply nodded but Lauren wasn't watching. Oblivious to the company, and caught up in her own performance, her right hand dropped between her legs, toying with her labia, reassuring that her own pussy had not been forgotten. Peter watched intently, his cock jerking again, almost vertical.

"Jamie, can you carry on with the massage treatment while I check down below?" The boy grinned, clearly relieved that she was inviting him to take part in the action rather than Peter. Lauren ventured further, unwrapping the girl and eventually parting the final covering that hid her pussy. She remembered the fine covering of hair over her pussy, could almost taste and feel her when she had been forced over her mouth, Juan's cum dribbling over her face. She took the oil again and dripped it down through her pubic hair, seeking out the wonderful cleft between her labia. Even with her legs together, Lauren could see she was aroused, the young pink folds of skin that normally hid her clitoris had pushed out already, emerging between her labia but still concealing her ultimate jewel.

"Let's have a look here, shall we?" Lauren ran her middle finger between her legs, using her hand to gently part her thighs. The heat from the girl was astonishing, radiating through the gloves, seemingly transmitted down to her own pussy, energising her lust, bringing it to boiling point. Julie shifted her legs, opening herself to the assembled crowd. Emma watched intently, caressing the girl's stomach, following Lauren's path as her fingers closed in on her sex. Lauren noticed her pussy, naked, so inviting between her legs, still aroused from the loving it had received fifteen minutes before. "Ahh yes, I think I know the problem. You seem to need something hard inside you. Perhaps these fingers will help?" A single, slick finger produced a sigh of relief as Lauren used her other hand to press down on the girl's mound. Emma's hands followed while Jamie continued to kiss her and attend to her breasts.

Lauren looked at Peter, his cock now more than ready for action. "Take her feet, please, and push them towards her. Yeah, that's it." Julie's legs were now parted, her pussy fully revealed. Lauren pushed two straight, oily fingers into the girl, feeling her way along the wondrous canal that Jamie would fill in a matter of minutes. She pulled back, watching the lips follow her fingers. With her left hand, she opened her, spreading the covering of her clitoris, exposing her to the full view of everybody. Her right hand felt along the length of her labia, the slick gloves sending tremors through the girl's limbs. Then despite the oil, Lauren descended, licking at her clitoris, following the trail of oil between her labia. Julie's hips trembled involuntarily, and Peter's grip on her feet and his caress of her thighs only served to arouse her further. Lauren knew she would love to have been lying down on the bed in her place, feeling four pairs of hands attending to her, the slick oil accentuating the touch of fingers while the sheer thought of nakedness, exposure, examination would have probably sent her hurtling into oblivion. They caressed her for maybe five minutes, exchanging glances as she became almost hyper-active.

"Now I need to check that you are really ready enough." She reached for the vibrator, lewdly running the cock along the length of the girl's vagina, turning it for maximum effect, oiling it for action. "Deep breath while we insert this into your pussy please!" Lauren's speech was slurred, laboured, amusing to all around her. She swayed slightly, her balance poor, as she positioned herself next to Peter. "Nice and wide now, Peter!" He pushed her feet closer to her bottom, spreading her legs further. Lauren twirled the vibrator once more before resting it against the swollen lips of her sex.

"God, put it in! Now!" she gasped, writhing on the bed, anxiety etched across her face, fear that Lauren might stop.

"Can you feel it?"

"Of course, push!" she hissed, her hips rising, demanding.

"Now what do you feel?" asked Lauren, glancing at Peter in recognition of their game.

"It's going in. It's hard, cool. Oh! Now it's deep in me, yes that's it!"

"That's about four inches. Do you want more?"

"Yes..for christsakes!" Lauren pushed slowly, turning the tool as it disappeared, now massaging her clitoris but careful not to make her come at that moment.

"There, that's it. Six inches I think. Now it's coming out!" Julie gripped Lauren's arm, imploring her to push it back in. The girl's pussy wrapped all the way round the cock, sealing it perfectly. Lauren moved the tool up and down, fascinated by the elasticity of her pussy. Holding it with her left hand, she touched the girl's anus, spreading the oil around, teasing a little inside. She pushed the vibrator back in, setting up a very slow rhythm that would not be enough to make her come. The audience watched in amazement. All, in Lauren's opinion, would love to have been Julie. Even Peter, she thought, might have been tempted to have something in his bottom, although maybe not with Jamie present.

Finally, Lauren decided that it was time for the finale.

"OK, last check." She rolled Julie onto her stomach, gripped her hips and brought her up onto her knees, keeping the vibrator in place. "I'm going to check your pussy in action, OK?" As the knickers fell from her face, Julie looked around at the 'medical assistants'. She swayed with the wine and power of the moment, taking another swig with Lauren as the bottle neared empty.

"Right, now push, push it out of your pussy" said Lauren, twisting the vibrator. Helping slightly, she got it moving as Julie gasped, trying to coordinate her muscles. "Push!" It slowly emerged, much to everyone's fascination, and plopped onto the bed. The boys applauded while Julie turned a deeper shade of red.

Lauren moved to her side, noticing the girl's fine figure in detail. The clean, smooth curve of her head dipped graciously down along her neck. The dark hair fell straight down, shining, cut professionally. Her breasts hung well, nipples breaking the smooth curve that led to her hips. Her long, athletic legs showed a gentleness, parting in a most feminine way to reveal her small pussy, fringed with only a tiny covering of short, jet black pubic hair. Her mound was smooth, with no hint of having been shaved. Lauren's stomach churned at the discovery of the wonder of her figure and her hands trembled as she grasped her buttocks. "Part your legs a little more. That's great. Now I'm going under you, stay still!" She slipped underneath, squirming up until her head was between the girl's legs, inches from her pussy, with a clear view of her clitoris. "Emma, help your brother, make sure he's ready, right?" She saw Emma, drunkenly pulling at his towel, shrieking loudly as it feel away to reveal his stiff cock.

"Come on, here, I'll help!" she said. Lauren caught the briefest of flashes of her pussy and the tight muscles of her thin legs. For a moment, she debated who she would spend the night with, Peter or Emma. Perhaps both, perhaps all of them. Even the thought of seeing, perhaps feeling, Jamie's cock excited her. She leaned up, neck muscles aching, as she kissed Julie's pussy, licking gently before falling back against the sheets. Then Jamie arrived, his cock steered by Emma's tiny hand. The red helmet glistened as it approached Julie. Lauren reassured her, reaching down to cup her breasts in her tight latex gloves as he pushed slowly against the opening of her vagina. Lust coursed through her body. The boy's balls were loose, swaying beneath him. Her hands moved to the girls hips, steadying her as he pushed again, parting her labia, entering her silently. Her labia curled, bulged, moved out of the way as he slid deeper, distending her vagina, filling her such that she sighed with relief.

Julie pushed back, demanding more. Jamie gave it to her, his balls now hard against her pussy. Lauren pulled her lower, kissing her clitoris as gently as possible while Jamie picked up his rhythm. She heard Emma giggle, sighs accompanying movement on the bed. Peter had slipped his arm around her and pulled her onto his lap. Braced against the wall, they leaned on the pillows, watching her brother, kissing occasionally. Lauren strained to hear their conversation, filling in the blanks with a reasonable guess.

Emma had straddled Peter, sitting across his legs, facing him. His huge cock was between them, an object of absolute fascination for the little girl. She held it with both hands, guiding the skin up and down as she felt the surges of growth and analysed the quiet moans from the man. His hands found her breasts, tweaking her nipples before she demanded kisses. Taking her face between his hands he kissed her on the lips, their tongues exploring rapidly. Peter took full advantage of the moment, skimming over her back, down to her tight little buttocks. His middle finger pushed between her buttocks, circling as it found her anus. To his obvious surprise, she lifted herself, allowing him greater access. His tongue thrust into her mouth, a reward for the attention from her hands and the access to the tiny, puckered hole.

Lauren recognised the moans, the same that had filled the room once before, the night that the thunder of the raging summer storm had mixed with the groans of their animal pleasure. Her tongue flicked at Julie's clitoris as much as the girl's movement would allow, every thrust from Jamie pushing her sex over Lauren's face. His balls rubbed over her forehead, preceded by his slick shaft, ploughing in to her vagina, withdrawing so that the red bulb just reappeared before shooting back inside, delivering yet more pleasure. Lauren felt Julie leaning down to kiss her thighs, long dark hair trailing over her pussy delightfully. She squeezed her breasts hard, twirling the tight nipples between her latex- covered fingers in appreciation of the kiss before slowly parting her legs to allow Julie greater access to her hot pussy. The girl dived immediately, lapping along her luscious labia, tasting the remnants of Peter's loving. Their tongues complimented and copied each other, deep inside, any variation in speed dictated by Jamie's pounding from behind.

Lauren knew that she was unlikely to come, but that was unimportant compared to Julie and Jamie. She watched as the boy shuddered, his rhythm faltering as he realised that orgasm approached. His groans increased with his grip on her, digging his nails into her hips as he pulled her viciously back against his stiff rod. Lauren wrapped her legs around Julie's head, trapping her head hard against her pussy. She made no effort to pull back and simply shook, gurgling strangely, her head resting on the bedspread, as her own orgasm took hold. Without warning, Jamie shrieked in pleasure, pumping into the girl was renewed pace, cum spurting wildly out with every plunge he took. Out of control, he thrust into her repeatedly, filling her pussy with days and days of unsatisfied needs.

Julie buried herself hard against Lauren's pussy, lying there, savoring the sweetness of their joint orgasm, digging her nails into Lauren's legs as she held on for dear life. She shuddered for several minutes, Jamie slowing his pumping as her orgasm crested and drifted into the distance. Her tongue flicked lightly while her face savoured the softness of Lauren's thighs and the intimacy of their lovemaking. Even Peter groaned as they came, his view of Julie's face blocked by her hair, but the girl's tongue and it's exploration of Lauren's pussy quite visible from where he lay. Julie collapsed, her wobbly legs unable to hold Jamie any longer. He slipped out of her, a pool of cum quickly forming at the entrance to her vagina, gathering before flowing down towards her clitoris, dripping from her slick folds onto Lauren's face and hair. Within minutes, Lauren had teased much of it from her pussy, her face covered, to her delight, with the familiar feel of a man's cum.

Emma turned Peter's head round, bringing his attention back to their loving. Her thin legs and little buttocks were still positioned between his own, her pussy aroused, nipples firm as she continued to stroke his cock with both hands. His finger found her bottom, pushing slowly inside her, finding no resistance. Kissing him hard, she pumped her hands as fast as she knew as groans increased and he shuddered, preparing himself for the imminent orgasm. Breaking their kiss, she bent down, pressing the top of his cock against her lips. Peter squealed as he watched her part her lips and take the first two inches inside her mouth. After that, there was no way he could hold back. Raising his buttocks slightly, he gripped her head tight and then exploded, pumping huge jets of cum into the girl's mouth. He wrenched her lips from his huge shaft, giving them both a view of the streaks of cum that shot from the bulging slit in his cock, through the air, into her hair and over her face.

Lauren and Jamie watched the display, mesmerised by the look of glee on Emma's face, astonished as she bathed her hands in the cum that dripped down his cock and then spread over her young breasts. All except Jamie seemed covered in cum, Lauren especially with a copious covering over her pussy and rivulets down her cheeks. They lay there, exhausted, limbs scattered, intertwined, touching in the aftermath of their loving. Julie nuzzled into Lauren, smiling at her in thanks. They shifted around, kissed and held each other close, their lips pecking occasionally.

Julie caressed the side of Lauren's face. "I've never, ever come like that. Never!"

Lauren grinned, looking down at her breasts. The mounds were generous, a young, full shape with nipples that were enticing. She gathered them in one hand as she returned the kiss. "You're welcome!"

"Lori, I'm sorry if we teased you that afternoon. You know, with the General and ..."

"Shh, it's OK. I enjoyed some of it. I enjoyed you!" Lauren reached down between their bodies, the palm of her hand gently resting over her pussy. Julie murmured her appreciation. She scooped up the stickiness and caressed her breast, spreading some over her own stiff nipples. She felt Peter's eyes on her, knew she was entertaining him way beyond anything he could possibly have imagined, even though he knew her sexual persuasion, (more or less) from conversations on the plane and their escape from Maria. "You are so pretty, you know?"

Julie reached under the pillow, retrieving the vibrator and brought it up to her lips. Smiling at her own actions, she licked it erotically before trailing the knob down between Lauren's breasts, over her stomach and between her thick, wet labia. Lauren raised her left leg, opening herself. Julie found her vagina easily, angled the tool and pushed it, filling her in a single, slow, smooth motion. Lauren grabbed her arms, shocked at the sudden feeling, the depth, the thought of having an audience yet again as a girl made love to her.

"Wine. I need more!" said Lauren, rolling onto her back. The cock poked out less than an inch. She swigged from the bottle, the force of the wine catching her by surprise, spilling between her lips over her chest and the bed. The effect was immediate, her head swimming as the bed seemed to turn very slowly. Hunger pangs reminded her that she hadn't eaten since their lunch in the square.

"Lori, isn't it my turn with that?" asked Emma, rolling over, nestling in behind Julie. Her face and hair bore the evidence of Peter's orgasm, strings of cum caught in her blonde curls. The boys cocks were stiff, bobbing expectantly once again.

"Maybe later" answered Lauren, flat on her back. The ceiling moved without her permission. Julie giggled and leaned across and flicked the switch. The deep feeling woke her, enlivened her, but somehow didn't feel quite as erotic as she would have expected. She laughed, the wine rising in her throat, signaling that enough was enough. "First you'll have to catch me!" She decided to make for the kitchen. They could cook, eat, then sober up enough to party well into the night. Naked or not, it really didn't matter anymore. Everyone had seen everything. There were no secrets anymore about their bodies, their sexual proclivities. She swung off the bed laughing, the vibrator firmly wedged inside her pussy. With her left hand holding her pussy just in case, she teased Emma, standing by the bed, beckoning her. Emma rose to the bait, slithering across Peter, her bother and Julie, presenting her sweet pussy to them all as she made a grab for Lauren's waist. Lauren lurched back, laughing drunkenly again, grabbing the empty wine bottle from the bedside table with her latex-gloved hand.   "What was that?" asked Jamie, looking round the room.

"Fuck knows!" squealed Lauren, watching Emma intently. She turned for the door, making sure that Emma had at least a slim chance of catching her. Her oily fingers slipped on the door knob, and as she swung round, a dribble of cum spun from her hair, hitting the woodwork. Jamie and Julie leaned up on the bed, watching the chase, they too laughing and cheering as Lauren slid onto the marble floor, the wine bottle thumping against the wall. Her tanned body radiated health, her firm buttocks and breasts, her full figure in complete contrast to the young, schoolgirl figure of Emma, in the very beginnings of her sexual development. Emma was possibly three paces behind, reaching forward as she ran to try and grab the vibrator between Lauren's legs.

"Give me the cock, you! You've had it long enough!" shouted Emma in mock anger.

"Come and get it. Then I can ram it into you!"

They giggled loudly, Lauren slowing slightly as she lurched down the hall. Her feet were unsure, the walls of the hallway seemed uninviting, carelessly moving as they tried to thrown her off balance. The lounge beckoned, fifteen feet away. She turned again, blood pounding in her head, the hall spinning. Her stomach churned with the all too familiar feeling of excessive wine. Thoughts of the night with the soldiers, her dancing, the rape, the bomb, all came back. The bomb. The feeling of pain, the taste in her mouth. All seemed so real. She felt the little girl's hand on her buttocks.

"Got you. Got your pussy!" laughed Emma, fit to burst. Lauren noticed behind her that Jamie and Julie had emerged from her bedroom, following in their wake. She felt her hands between her legs and slowed slightly so that Emma could grab hold of the switch on the vibrator. The buzz echoed down the long, marble hallway, sounding like a particularly obnoxious fly.

"Oh, you gorgeous girl. That's it!" sighed Lauren as Emma held her leg and pulled it slowly out. Lauren dragged her onto the carpet of the lounge, turning quickly so that Emma lost her grip. They both laughed loudly as Lauren backed into the lounge, Emma at her knees with her hand gripping the vibrator as though it might disappear back into her cum-soaked pussy. Lauren caressed her face lovingly, leaning down as though to pull her up to kiss her. She stared into her eyes, noting that where total rapture had been, danger and disaster lurked.

"What?" slurred Lauren. Emma nodded into the distance behind. Lauren turned. She knew full well even when she saw the feet. Her heart lurched, the first beat sending a shock wave of blood through her body. The ceiling moved, as though the film had been spliced badly, a section lost forever.

The second beat affected her knees, weakening her. Voices from the hallway, laughter, naked feet echoed in her mind, adding to the foreboding. The legs in front of her confirmed it. She didn't have a chance to check out the face. Before the third beat, her brain called it quits. She slumped to her knees, a reflex action extending her arm towards the carpet. The wine bottle fell. Her head drifted into the carpet and blackness. 

Red wine gurgled from the bottle, puddling, ruining the carpet by the entrance to the lounge. Emma gasped and dropped to the floor next to Lauren. Looking up, she studied the woman. Emma nodded, not out of any sense of welcome, but merely confirming her thought that this was going to take some explaining. She reached down, as discretely as possible, and pushed her left hand between Lauren's legs. The woman looked at her in disgust, anger. A man was seated on the sofa. She thought he was slightly to the left of where she had made love to Jamie. His head was in his hands as he groaned. Emma flicked the switch on the vibrator, pleased with the ensuing silence.

"Wassup?" shouted Julie as she rounded the corner. She stared at Emma and Lauren, oblivious to the visitors. Emma turned with the sternest look she could muster, but too late to prevent Julie almost falling over Lauren's feet and ending up astride her. She lurched, laughing, her breasts swaying, her wonderful, proud pussy covered in cum. "I know, too much wine or fucking" offered Julie, her face and voice dropping as she noticed they had company. Jamie joined her, his cock still pointing almost vertically, the foreskin peeled way back.

The woman moved towards Lauren and Emma. "I assume, young lady, you're Emma?" She nodded glumly. "You can call me Mrs. Gisal." she said, pursing her lips. She turned to the sofa. "And this is my husband." She breathed very deeply, looking for fresh air. "We've come to... " She breathed in once again, stifling the pressure to cry. "We've come to make sure that Lauren is all...." Her composure broke and she fled to the sofa, muffled wails filling the room. He put his arm around her, pulling her closer, shaking his head as he dragged his gaze from the naked gathering to stare once again at the  carpet between his feet.

The End of Lauren Gisal Book 2