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


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