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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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criticism is welcomed. 

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. 

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