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Lauren Gisal Volume Two
The following fiction portrays events that will be considered
offensive to some people. Graphic scenes are described of sexual
intercourse by teenagers, adults, with and without their consent.
Later chapters deal with punishment. If you are offended by such
material, or if you are considered a minor in your country, then
delete this file.
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Chapter 11
The replacement of the police force in the north had been a bad
move. The Nationalists had interpreted it as an undercover method
of replacing the locally elected authority with soldiers who would
do the government's dirty work. Students in the university towns of
the north went on strike, and found some sympathy with those in
the capital.
Their demands escalated from the reinstatement of the police to
better pay for state employees, a shorter working week and a
minimum wage. The television reports were full of small riots,
looting in the north and beatings of ringleaders. Lauren and Jamie
felt sure that the situation had been mishandled, and groaned when
state electricity workers threatened to work to rule, effectively
banning overtime and posing the possibility of power outages .
Outwardly, Lauren smiled and dismissed it lightly. Europe had it's
periods of discontent, rarely lasting more than a few days and
certainly manageable. But the sheer pace of escalation and the
venom with which some of the interviewees spoke made
Switzerland feel all the more like home. But while Rome burned,
the children relaxed. Mr. Quintero arrived and taught them
furiously for two days. Probably just enough to be able to morally
claim his stipend. Lauren discarded her beautiful dressing gown,
and when Elizabeth and Gustav were not at home (six days of the
week) she would wander round in her bikini, with a cardigan (good
old mum) over her shoulders when indoors. She delighted in the
freedom, the sheer ease of getting up, pulling on two pieces of
clothing and then being ready for the day. Jamie stared at her for
the first morning and then took little notice.
Lauren also made a promise to herself that she would get rid of her
pale skin as soon as possible by sunbathing for at least an hour
every afternoon once the sun had lost it's full force. Her tan had
increased dramatically even during the first ten days of her stay, and
she was proud of the difference in colour between her breasts and
her stomach. She even started doing exercises, pull-ups in her
bedroom. Thirty before breakfast, and another thirty at night. Each
morning, she would slip out of bed, discard her clothes and lay
down on the floor of her lounge. Cheating slightly with her toes
under the TV table, she grunted and groaned as she pulled herself
up and then flopped back against the soft cushion. That was there
so that she didn't hurt her head if she became too enthusiastic.
On Thursday morning, Lauren and Emma left Jamie at home and
drove down to the doctor's house for her appointment. Elizabeth
reiterated her admiration for the man, saying that she only wished
more doctors would refrain from prescribing pills for every ailment
and revert to more natural remedies.
The receptionist recognised Emma and waved them both through.
"He's not got anyone with him. Just knock and go straight in."
Disinfectant hung in the air, warding off zealous inspectors.
The doctor's surgery was similar to a million others in the world. It
was clean, white and functional. Lauren and Emma sat next to him
while he pulled up her records on a computer terminal. Lauren
raised her eyebrows in admiration of his submission to technology.
"Emma. Lovely to see you again! And you are?" Emma spoke to
him in Spanish, and he switched to French. Or his version of it
anyway.
"Lauren." She was relieved to speak her language, but still found
herself using simple words, and gesticulating a lot. "I'm au pair at
the household. From Switzerland. Been here about ten days." she
said loudly, holding up her fingers.
"Welcome to Boquette. Now, Emma, what can we do for you
today?"
"I think I have a rash. I got it about four days ago, I think."
"OK, now where is it?"
"Down here" said Emma, pointing to her skirt.
The doctor tapped quickly on his terminal. "OK, and does it hurt all
the time?"
"No, but when it does it's really warm. Not burning, just warm"
"When you go to the toilet?"
"No, any time"
"OK, take your flip-flops off and jump up on the bed, then we can
take a look."
Lauren sat strategically opposite the bed as she watched Emma
shuffle up onto the sheet, her legs dangling over the edge. She
could see the little-girl shape of her young breasts and a hint of
white knickers covering her mound where her skirt lay tight across
her legs. She could also see the look of anguish on Emma's face as
the two girls exchanged glances. The doctor rose and took her
blood pressure, grunting as the air hissed out. He turned and tapped
numbers into his terminal - clearly a recently acquired plaything. He
examined her eyes, ears and mouth before breathing on his
stethoscope and rubbing it on his shirt. He looked at her blouse.
Emma sat calmly with her hands at her side, watching him with
nervous interest. "Now, let's undo a few of these shall we?" he
mumbled, popping three or four of the little buttons. Lauren could
see her nipples and quickly glanced at the terminal as though
thoroughly disinterested in the little girls budding breasts. The
doctor pushed the material to one side with the stethoscope and
listened as he gazed at the wall beyond.
"Deep breath! In. And out. In, and out. Lovely." As he returned
from his terminal once again, he guided her legs up onto the bed.
"Lie down for a while and we'll check out the rest." Emma lay back,
hands behind her head, her taut, tanned little breasts poking
skywards, exposed to Lauren's gaze. The doctor prodded her
stomach and undid the buttons a little more until the two halves of
the blouse fell aside. He watched closely as he applied pressure just
below her navel and removed his fingers, roving around the general
area and pressing in her side.
"That's good. Now let's move your skirt out of the way and have a
look down here, shall we?" Emma squirmed on the bed as he
pushed her skirt up over her thighs and rested it on her stomach.
"OK, lift your bottom a little" he said as he tugged at her tiny briefs.
He pulled them so that her pubic hair was just visible above the
waistband. Turning to a cupboard, he got a pair of cream-coloured
plastic gloves out of a big box and pulled them on. He prodded
again, clearly causing some discomfort to Emma as she curled up
her lip. Lauren caught a glimpse of the fair coloured hair that rose
between her legs and looked away quickly as Emma caught her
stare.
"Does that hurt?"
"A little. Not much"
"OK, bottom up again." Her knickers came down to her knees and
he ventured further, feeling the inside of her thighs and pushing his
thumbs against her hip bones. Moving to the bottom of the bed, he
pulled her knickers off the remainder of the way.
"Can you look after these for me?" he asked, handing the knickers
to her.
Emma smiled thinly as he took her feet in one hand and pushed
back towards her bottom, very gently parting her legs as her knees
rose up into the air.
"What a wonderful tan! You must have spent all summer outdoors!
Have you been swimming?"
"Yes, but only in the pool. Lauren wanted to take us to the beach
but the tide was out so we came home." She raised her head to try
and see what he was doing, resting on her elbows. Her face had
reddened and she was clearly uncomfortable with the examination.
She glanced at Lauren quickly who smiled back, giving her
sympathy and encouragement. Emma could see him pressing
against the hair above her pussy, and then slowly running her labia
between his fingers. The fingers of his left hand separated her pussy
lips while he took a small torch from his pocket and shone it over
her, nodding and adding his own encouragement as he explored her
damp pussy. He replaced the torch, and looking into the distance,
he gently prodded the entrance to her vagina.
"Ow!"
"Does that hurt?"
"A bit. It's just warm"
He snapped off the gloves and pulled on another pair. "Face the
wall, please" he said, pushing her away so that she had her back to
Lauren. "Curl up in a ball" He pulled up the cheek to her bottom
and squeezed a tube of jelly against her anus. He wiped it all around
the tiny hole, occasionally pushing a little inside as Emma wriggled
on the bed. "Deep breath now, please." Lauren breathed in with
Emma as he slid his index finger an inch inside her.
"Oh, please, that feels so ...."
The doctor pulled out gently and probed the crinkled area, pressing
around the opening and peering carefully at the reaction to his
finger. "One more time, hold still, a little deeper now."
Emma simply groaned, realising that protest would have little
effect. His finger pressed firmly into her before twisting, exploring
then emerging back into daylight.
"OK, there's some inflammation. I'm going to check once more as
deep as I can. Now, relax one more time"
The doctor probed gently, waiting until her muscles relaxed against
his finger, then pushed his latex finger deep inside her. She groaned,
curling up tighter like a baby. As he probed, his free hand moved
over her stomach, probing carefully, until his hand slid down, over
her sparse pubic hair and pushed between her tightly clenched
thighs. He pushed against her groin, forcing his finger deeper still
into her rectum.
"Oh, please! No more!" gasped Emma, her knuckles white as she
gripped her knees tight against her chest.
Slowly removing his finger, he pulled off the gloves again and
threw them in the rubbish. "It's as I thought. I just want to confirm
your temperature then we'll be done!" he said cheerfully. He took
hold of her hips and swung her onto her knees. She steadied herself
with her hands while her bottom thrust up into the air. "As you
said, the heat seems to be inside you. I think it's a mild inflammation
caused by a virus that's often found this time of year, but I want to
be absolutely sure!"
>From a drawer beside his terminal he took a metal cylinder which
unscrewed to reveal a thick thermometer about five inches in
length. He shook it carefully, not so much because it was glass but
as though it was a treasured possession. Lauren thought it might
have even been presented to him by an admirer.
He returned to Emma, held her bottom and the thermometer with
his left hand while he re-applied the jelly around her little hole.
Emma gasped as he once again intruded inside her with his finger.
"Good girl. Now, let's quickly see how hot you are." He positioned
the thermometer against her opening and peered round her bottom.
"I'm going to put this thermometer inside your bottom. Just relax
and let it go in, OK? Deep breath again please!" With a practiced
flamboyance he twirled the thermometer around in his fingers,
greasing it up once again before slowly and steadily pushing it
inside the little girl.
"Oh, that's enough! No further!" gasped Emma.
"It's OK, it can't hurt you. It'll just feel a little strange, that's all."
The doctor pushed further, turning occasionally until almost the
whole of the instrument was buried inside her. Lauren stole a
glance, her stomach lurching at the sight of Emma, facing the wall
in shame, her tiny breasts brushing against the bed and her thin legs
holding her bottom high in the air. The tip of the thermometer was
just visible. Lauren felt the familiar rush of blood between her legs
and the churning inside her, the harbinger of pleasure awake and on
the prowl. She would have paid money to move ninety degrees
around the bed.
He looked at his watch and twirled the instrument one more time
before slowly pulling it from her. Emma squealed loudly as it finally
emerged.
"Well done, that looks OK. It's as I thought, you have an
inflammation." He pulled a paper towel from a dispenser on the
wall and guided her back down onto her side, now facing Lauren.
He stood right in front of Emma's head so that the girls couldn't see
each other and taking her left foot, raised her leg so that he could
wipe her pussy and anus as though she was an infant. Lauren
swayed from the full, unrestricted view of the little girl's slippery
pussy even though she was seated. Her pulse raced feverishly.
"OK, well done, you can get dressed now!" Emma laid on her back
and pulled her knickers up over her legs, then swung over the edge
and pulled them up the rest of the way. Lauren preserved her
modesty by turning to the doctor.
"Well, it's as I thought. You're the second young lady in here today
with this infection. If you haven't been in the sea then I'm at a loss
to know how you've got it."
"Could I get it from dirty hands do you think?"
"It's unlikely, I'm sure your house is spotless. Anyway, the remedy
is easy. I'm going to give you this herbal preparation. I could give
you antibiotics but this is just as good and much, much cheaper."
He turned to Lauren. "I think this is just a case of bacterial
infection, but mixed with some bug with a long Latin name. This
will have to be administered once a day, at any time you like, but
don't let it get washed off too quickly."
Lauren nodded. "I think you can stay out of the pool for a while,
can't you?" said Lauren rhetorically.
"The cream will cool the area but the source of the heat is internal.
I'm afraid the bad news is that to get maximum benefit you'll have
to make sure this is administered internally, and her pubic hair will
have to be removed for two reasons. To reduce any potential
breeding ground and to keep the area as cool as possible. It'll soon
grow again"
Lauren look aghast. "What, you mean take it off. Like shave it?"
"Yes. I'd do it for you now but I must close the surgery at five
today. Just take care, use plenty of soap and several razors. Think
you'll manage?"
"Yeah" said Lauren, turning to Emma to see if she understood the
implications. It was clear that she didn't.
"Internally means in her vagina and anus. Deep but don't force it.
Make sure your hands are spotlessly clean each time before you put
the gloves on." He looked at Lauren. "Sure you'll manage?"
Her head swam with visions of what she would have to do. "Sure,
we'll be OK." It felt that the devil himself was slapping down
temptation after temptation in front of her, just to see how much it
would take to break her resolve. They left with a prescription and
wandered across to the Pharmacy on the other side of the square.
Five minutes later they were back in the car, heading slowly home.
"I wonder where I got it from?"
"Don't know." said Lauren, concentrating on the road.
"It felt funny when he touched me. But he was very gentle. How
long do I have to take the medicine?"
"Until it's all gone, I think. You have to have it once a day. About a
week."
"It's a bit like suntan cream!"
"Except that this has to go inside" Lauren sensed that this was
slowly sinking in and so decided to get it over with quickly.
"Because you're getting too hot, the doctor says we need to keep
the area as cool as possible." She paused again and drew in a breath
as she pulled of the road onto the long driveway. "We'll have to cut
off the little hairs down there to keep you as cool as possible"
Silence. "Is that why you bought the razors and cream?"
"Mmm" said Lauren.
"But I don't know how to do it, I'll cut myself!"
"Oh Emma, don't be silly, I'll help you!" said Lauren as she
crunched along the gravel driveway.
"Oh thanks" beamed Emma in wondrous amazement. "I'm sorry for
all the trouble!" she said, resting her head on Lauren's shoulder as
the car pulled up.
"Hey! That's what us girls are for, right? It'll be a pleasure!" she
said, jumping down from the drivers seat.
Lauren sorted through the mail while making tea. One letter from
her mother and the remainder for Gustav and Elizabeth. She set the
bills aside, ready for their return. After tea, Emma and Lauren made
their excuses and slipped into Lauren's bedroom. They had decided
that it was probably best to take the medicine just before bed so
that it would do it's work through the night. Lauren ushered her
into the little lounge and showed her into the bathroom.
"Wash yourself all over, especially between your legs. When you're
ready, come out and sit on the sofa."
Lauren fussed around, more nervous than the take off from Zurich.
She heard the toilet flush and then the sound of the bath filling.
Splashing then followed while Lauren sat on the edge of the sofa,
watching a TV documentary report about the electricity workers
and their stoppages. The report showed footage of queues outside
bakeries and supermarkets, but the map focused on the north of the
country, the arable area that was separated from the south by a
range of mountains. If anyone had tested Lauren ten seconds later
on her retention, she would have failed miserably. Emma emerged
from the bathroom, her knickers in her hand and a towel from her
shoulders to her thighs.
Lauren stood to make way for her and watched as she sat down
cautiously on the sofa. She arranged the ointment and shaving
cream together, and opened the pack of five razors before sitting
right in front of the little girl. A quick glance between the little girl's
legs revealed the feint outline of her pussy.
"Lori, can't we do this some other way?"
"Well, sure, but I don't know how"
Emma shrugged, looking glum as her gaze alternated between the
razors, cream and Lauren's eyes. Lauren decided that there really
wasn't another way that was safe, and jointly cursed fate and the
doctor for putting them both in this situation.
"Tell you what, let's get you to sit on another towel, then it can
catch the bits of cream" she suggested, bringing another from the
bathroom and helping Emma to raise her bottom. She slipped it
underneath. They smiled thinly at each other, both realising the
forced intimacy of the moment. Lauren shook the can and handed it
to her.
"Here you go. It'll be cold so rub it over gently!" she said smiling.
Emma pushed the button on top and giggled as a stream of thick
white cream squirted out from the nozzle. She pulled the towel up
over her thighs and awkwardly smeared the foam over her pubic
hair, careful not to allow Lauren to see between her legs. She
flinched lightly as it made contact with her.
"Emma, I know this is a bit of a strange thing to do, but I look just
the same as you do down there." she said, touching her leg
reassuringly.
"I know, it's just embarrassing, that's all."
"Course it is, I know. Here, let me do the rest. We'll leave the towel
around your top, but you'll have to move your legs a bit. Try lying
back along the sofa for a while."
Lauren took hold of her left leg and draped it over the edge of the
sofa. She then put her right leg on top of the sofa, exposing her
creamy pussy completely. She shook the can again and with a
serious look on her face, sprayed another dollop above her labia,
then worked it down over her pussy lips and back over the main
area of hair, chattering all the time about how clever the natural
medicine was in comparison to modern technology. Whether any of
her conversation made sense, or whether Emma was even listening,
nobody knew. Finally, she pulled at Emma's left leg once again,
opening her wide before spreading the last of the foam below her
opening and on the way to her anus.
"There! That's all done. Best if you lie back against the arm and just
stay still. I'll be done in a minute." said Lauren, shifting closer
between Emma's young legs.
"Is this really necessary? I mean, can't we try the medicine first and
if it doesn't work then do this shaving stuff afterwards?"
"I don't know, but the doctor seems to know best. Your mum says
he's really good, so I think we'd better do what he says."
"It's just so...you know"
"I know, but it's just you and me" said Lauren, sensing that her real
concern was the feeling growing between her legs, evidenced by the
parting of her labia and the folds of skin that were slowly emerging.
"Whoops, missed a bit" said Lauren, spreading the slippery goo
from her inner thighs onto the entrance to her vagina. She dwelled
on the tight hole, pushing slightly inside with her fingers as she
spread the white foam. A twinge of pleasure echoed in her own
pussy. Adjusting the towels once again, she knelt and took hold of
the first razor. Smiling broadly at the potential humour of the
situation, she gingerly ran the razor over the top of her pubic bush,
a couple of inches below her navel.
"No blood yet!" said Lauren, taking a last look at the cream and the
way it covered her tiny pussy. She could feel the intensity of her
feelings growing inside all the time and shifted as she knelt,
squeezing her legs together. She used her free hand to spread the
cream round a little more, bring some of it down to the bottom of
her young opening. Emma smiled, the anxiety on her face clearly
showing as she watched each stroke getting closer to her pussy.
"Lean back, there's not much to see sweety"
Lauren worked quickly, attempting to get the ordeal over with as
soon as possible. As she neared the little pussy lips she realised that
Emma had become very aroused by the events and her inner lips
showed clearly.
"Now, spread nice and wide. Great, that's it!"
Lauren took hold of one of her labia and pulled it across, giving her
maximum access to the few tiny hairs along her parted lips. She
repeated the stroke on the other side, pulling it across and allowing
the razor to glide over the baby-like skin. There was really very
little to remove, and Lauren felt around to make sure that she had
done a good job. As her focus expanded from concentration on her
young sex out to appreciate the whole picture of the youngster's
shaved nakedness, her head swam, delight bubbling inside her as
she realised that the girl was absolutely stunning, one hundred
percent naive and totally trusting. Emboldened, her fingers found
their way between her pink lips and felt along their length. Lauren
admired the tiny opening, the way the warm, delicate internal folds
of skin glistened and the sensuous feels of her flesh against her
finger tips. She felt dizzy with the sight and steadied herself on the
edge of the sofa before standing.
"Got to rinse off. Wait there!" she gasped as the blood rushed to
her head.
She fell into the bathroom and leaned against the wall behind the
half closed door, gasping for breath. It was mercifully cool in there,
unlike the suddenly overbearing temperature of the lounge. She
tweaked her nipples, feeling their rock hard complaints before
splashing cold water over her face. Drying herself, she forced
strong, deep breaths through the towel before returning with a
warm flannel. Gently, she cleaned the little girl, mopping up the
remainder of the cream. She leaned back slightly to examine her
work, her hands shaking slightly as she spread Emma's legs again.
She had missed a little and spread a quick blob of cream just above
the hood of her clitoris, shaved again and mopped up. Pleased with
the result, she placed the lid back on the shaving cream and smiled.
Lauren looked up and ensured that Emma was still reclined against
the arm of the sofa, eyes closed. Assured she was not being
watched, she looked between the teenagers tanned legs and the
utter delicacy of her pussy. Her labia had indeed parted, blossoming
to allow her tiny pink inner lips, crinkled layers of shiny skin, to
come through and announce the soft opening of her vagina. The
inverted v-shape of skin that normally covered her clitoris had
moved as though bursting with pride, revealing the palest pink bud,
peering out innocently.
Emma was obviously hot and Lauren thought that this was
probably the sexiest thing that had ever happened in her sweet,
young life. Possibly even sexier than holding her brother's cock. She
wondered if it had been erect at the time and decided that Emma
would no doubt tell her when she wanted to make a point. Still with
her eyes closed, Emma ran her hand over her pussy and felt the
smoothness. Lauren thought she was going to scream with
pleasure. The whole scene was like being at a private sex film.
"Oh. Just like last year, when I had no hair. Wow, it's so smooth."
"Now we have to make sure the cream does its work!"
Emma had her hand over her pussy, and Lauren caught the slight
movement of her fingers as she traced from below her vagina up
between her moist little lips and round the side of her clitoris. She
saw Emma rubbing her fingers together, examining the lubrication
that was clearly not shaving cream.
"I'm a bit, er, you know!"
"That's only natural. Don't worry." Lauren knew that she was also
wet, drenched even. And the medicine was going to require all her
willpower and concentration if she was to retain Emma's trust in
her. Lauren unscrewed the lid of the bottle and looked at the
contents inside. It was almost colourless, certainly odourless, and
she tapped the bottle of ointment against Emma's arm to get her
attention.. Lauren reached down for a pair of the latex gloves and
pulled them onto her hands. She decided that rather than use a pair
each time she could probably use one hand for her bottom and the
other for her pussy.
"Now, you'll have to turn round a bit this time, so that your bottom
is only just still on the sofa, then bring your feet up onto the sofa so
that I can get this stuff in easily."
Emma made a face, pretending to be in pain as she maneuvered into
position. Another surge of excitement hit Lauren in the stomach,
traveling down between her legs quicker than she could even think.
She squatted on the floor and looked at Emma, balancing obscenely
above her with her pussy and anus only inches from her face. Both
openings were spotlessly clean, tiny, pink and perfect. Lauren
realised that in the present position Emma could not see very much
except her head, so Lauren kept talking about what she was going
to do and pretended to examine the ointment instructions.
Although she was reading, her brain didn't register the words.
Instead, her left hand found her bikini, and pulling the material
away from her body, she pushed on further, introducing a gloved
finger between her drenched pussy lips. She pushed inside herself as
far as she could without bending over too obviously, looking at
Emma's flowering pussy and felt a sense of gratification that lasted
all too shortly. Deciding that she could do it again while she applied
the ointment, she removed her finger, wiped her nose with the hand
and savoured the familiar aroma.
Lauren pushed her finger into the jar and scooped out a blob of the
ointment.
"This might feel cold, of course. But that's what it's for, right?" she
said, smiling at Emma through her parted legs. "I'll do your bottom
first, then your pussy. Ready?"
"Sure. Slowly?" said Emma, her face already screwed up in
expectation.
Lauren smeared the jel around the opening, building up a little store
between her anus and vagina, then pushed her middle finger firmly
against the opening. She hardly entered and Lauren realised that
this wasn't going to be the relatively easy job that she had imagined.
She tried her index finger and that had more success, so she moved
the remaining jel around and pushed again, gaining access by about
an inch and a half. She pulled her finger out and repeated the
process. Emma gripped her legs tightly and Lauren could see the
white knuckles of each hand against the beautiful tan of her legs. It
was then that she realised that Emma really was tanned all over.
"Gosh, I see what the doctor meant. You really do have an all over
tan! It's lovely. I'm going to get rid of my white spots starting
tomorrow" said Lauren, removing her finger as Emma squirmed.
"You could take your top off you know" said Emma as though in a
dream.
"I think I'll wait until tomorrow"
"Yeah, I meant tomorrow!"
"Oh. Right. Couple more then we'll do the other bit!" Lauren
pushed again and withdrew. She heard again a slight groan as her
finger came out of the tight hole. She had heard it on the last stroke
but thought nothing of it. Now it was clear that Emma had
forgotten about the discomfort and her pose and was registering
and responding to the feelings building inside her. "OK, now your
pussy." She built up another little supply above her clitoris and once
again marveled at the sheer smoothness of her pubic mound.
Parting her pussy lips even more than they had done on their own,
she introduced her index finger to the opening to her virgin tunnel.
She pushed very slowly and was mildly surprised to see her anus
pouting as the finger went deeper into her vagina.
The walls were so tight that Lauren wondered how far she should
really go. And then she encountered her virginity. She looked up
and saw that Emma was smiling slightly with her eyes tightly
closed. The walls pulsed and Emma's stomach muscles rippled. She
withdrew her finger and pushed in another generous helping of the
jel, going in the same distance and stopping, turning her finger as
though coating the walls inside with the medicine.
"I've got that feeling again! Lori, it's not stopping!"
"Don't worry, almost finished!" Lauren pushed a last blob to the
entrance of her vagina and used her middle finger this time to
introduce the jel.
"Lori, please. Stop, I'm scared! It's strange!" she said, opening her
eyes and staring in fascination at Lauren. Her hands pulled back on
her legs harder still, her mouth opening silently as her face screwed
up once again. Lauren felt the vaginal muscles rippling along her
finger and pushed just a little more before twisting and turning.
"Just want to make sure that it gets spread around properly. You
know what the doctor said." mumbled Lauren, trying to maintain
the inane conversation. But Emma wasn't listening and probably
couldn't even hear. Her stomach muscles tensed and Lauren felt the
ripples strengthen.
"Oh... Lor...No!" she whispered.
Clearly Emma was trying to control her orgasm, trying to stay as
quiet as possible, but her internal muscles shouted in celebration
and pleasure as her anus pulsed along with them, pushing out some
of the jel that had been introduced only moments before. Lauren
pretended not to notice, but was delighted with the feeling as the
young virgin came with her assistance.
"There, I think we're done. I'll just get these gloves off then I'll
clean you up." Lauren watched her, and as an afterthought, took
her hand in her own and guided her down to her pussy.
"Here, try and keep your finger over your pussy, just to keep the
gel in there" she said, guiding her middle finger to her vagina.
Lauren watched as Emma slowly inserted her finger, oblivious to
her audience.
Lauren stood and went back into the bathroom. She pushed the
door to, giving Emma a little privacy, and brought the gloves up to
her nose, smearing the scent over her face. The only smell was that
of her - the thirteen year old blonde beauty who had just orgasmed,
possibly for only the second time in her life. The scent was heavenly
and Lauren dropped the gloves, then pushed both her hands down
into her bikini and almost fell onto the toilet. She brought her legs
up against her chest, wobbled a little, then introduced two fingers
into her vagina. She knew that she would have to wait until the
evening to do proper justice to her pent up desires, and so settled
for holding herself for a couple of minutes before wetting the
flannel and returning to the little lounge.
"Hey, don't fall asleep!" Emma had stretched out on the sofa. "Let's
just clean you up, hold still." Lauren opened her legs slightly and
introduced the warm flannel, mopping up the excess jel. Emma
took hold of the flannel, finished the job then held it against her
pussy. She opened her eyes and smiled. Lauren knew that smile. It
said thank you for what happened. And thank you for pretending
that you don't know that it happened. Lauren picked up the jar of
ointment and put it in her bathroom cabinet, along with the used
gloves that she would find a use for one lonely night.
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