Lauren Gisal Volume Two (Second third) by Francis Dashwood


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.

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