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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. 
 
The author hereby permits the redistribution of the attached 
material on the understanding that it is not for financial gain and it 
is credited to the author, Francis Dashwood.  
 
Please do not request reposts of this material. Constructive 
criticism is welcomed. 

Chapter 49 
 
Lauren side-stepped a difficult conversation with Emma with white  
lies and an unusually creative mind. She had been sitting cross- 
legged on her bed, wearing only her regulation shirt when Emma  
walked in, sat on the opposite bed and stared at her.  
 
"What'cha doin?" 
 
"Mending my knickers. My only pair of goddamn knickers" 
 
"What happened?" 
 
"I caught them in the door catch. Stupid, eh?" Actually, brilliant.  
Perhaps next time, though, she should prepare an excuse in  
advance. 
 
"Hmm. I gave up wearing mine. Saves washing them every night,  
right?" 
 
"But Emma, that's not very hygienic." The little girl sniffed, eyes  
fixed between the sewing and darkness beneath Lauren's shirt.  
Lauren looked up at her. "Got a cold?" 
 
"Not sure. I'm just a bit shivery. And I had a sore throat this  
morning, but it's better now." 
 
"Put some clothes on then!" she said, mimicking her own mother  
almost perfectly. 'What do you expect, stupid girl' she would have  
said. 'You're half dressed!' Lauren smiled before biting the thread  
and inspecting her work. 
 
Another day passed before Lauren remembered that they had not  
had their passports returned. In fact, Lauren felt during those  
twenty-four hours as though she was floating, seemingly deaf to all  
conversation, purring like a cat staring at a lake of cream. Maria  
promised to phone her headquarters and spur them into progress,  
agreeing that their documents had indeed been missing for far too  
long. 
 
Their daily schedule varied only slightly, principally because,  
although remote, the military regime of the army still controlled  
much of Maria's existence. They settled down to a diet of three  
meals interspersed with television, went to bed early and rose just in  
time for breakfast. Lauren thought almost continually of their house  
in Boquette, and of course of her parents. But the important parts  
of her life seemed to have crossed the Atlantic with her, and she  
had trouble even visualising her mother and father, a strange  
sensation.  
 
After lunch, Emma (now with a raging cold, shivers and aches) and  
Jamie (a good fifteen feet away at all times) drifted into the lounge  
and fell into armchairs, joining Lauren, who had taken poll position  
and was slumped along the length of the old sofa.  
 
She watched Maria crossing the garden outside, her hair once again  
tied tightly under her beret, her uniform clean and sharply pressed.  
She strode with purpose, crunching over the gravel path before  
opening the heavy front door. It caught Lauren's attention only  
because it was something that moved that didn't emanate from the  
television screen, and her pussy murmured in remembrance of their  
love-making. Lauren rolled onto her stomach, grinning inwardly as  
she waited expectantly for Maria to enter the lounge. 
 
"Jamie, I need your help with the truck, can you spare me ten  
minutes?" she asked, turning to leave even before the last words  
had floated into the room. Lauren listened with pleasure, watching  
her lips moving, entranced by the flash of her tongue and the half  
smile as she closed her eyes before turning away. Her movements  
were lithe, cat-like, perfectly in tune with the suppleness of her  
body.  
 
Jamie rose awkwardly, looking at Emma and Lauren as he walked  
self-consciously across the room. He closed the door noisily behind  
him, a muffled 'sorry' percolating through to the girls. Lauren  
looked enquiringly at Emma but received nothing in return.  
Innocence and the lack of a suspicious mind were endearing  
qualities, she thought. Emma curled her legs up underneath her  
bottom and returned her attention to the television, sniffing and  
wiping her nose with the back of her hand. Lauren wondered to  
herself, playing out the possible scenarios that might be unfolding as  
she lay there. 
 
He trotted to catch up with Maria as they crossed the driveway.  
The truck was parked off the road on a small patch of gravel that  
was sometimes used as a passing place. 
 
"We should change all the plugs today. Maintenance book says so.  
Every six months." 
 
"Have you got the tools, then?" he asked, hoping that a few  
intelligent questions would reveal his depth of knowledge about  
motors and man's toys. He watched her as she swung up into the  
cab, her army trousers tight around her thighs as she stretched  
across the front seat for the instruction manual. Passing it down to  
him, she silently reached back for the tools and slid back to the  
ground. He noticed now how her blouse was open at the neck. He  
knew she hadn't been wearing a tie, but hadn't realised how far  
down her shirt he could see. She kneeled on the gravel with the  
book in front of her, giving him a healthy view of her bra and the  
tight breasts contained within. Jamie felt dizzy. Never before had he  
been offered such a sight. She moved again and he diverted his  
attention to the book, slowly allowing his eyes to wander from the  
text, over her arm and again down into that warm, inviting  
sanctuary beneath her blouse. A dark spot was just visible. Jamie  
guessed it may be her nipple, but had no idea where they would be  
in relation to her bra. She looked up irritably. 
 
"What?" he asked. 
 
"I said, 'Please hand me a plug spanner and an extention bar'" said  
Maria, bouncing upright. She fumbled under the bonnet and heaved  
the lid up, placing the support in the socket and testing it's safety.  
Once again, she leaned over, diving into the engine and allowing  
Jamie a view of the top of her breasts. For the sake of his heart rate,  
he pulled back, studying how the outline of her bra pushed against  
her blouse, showing the shoulder straps and the thin strap across  
the back, with the central clasp. 
 
Slowly, but not too slowly of course, they changed out the spark  
plugs. The engine was mounted laterally which made it easy both to  
get at the plugs, and with one each side, for Jamie to stare down  
her front. He leaned against the side of the truck, stretching nosily  
as he guided the spanner, all the time rubbing his swollen cock  
against the warm metal of the vehicle. Occasionally, he looked up,  
fascinated by the sight of the woman's face, framed by her hair and  
beret, tiny beads of sweat gathering over her forehead and on her  
top lip. Grease marks had appeared where she had wiped herself.  
She looked so sexy, but he reminded himself that this wasn't a  
young girl. She was really old. Twenty five, maybe even older. 
 
"This one's a bastard!" she said, grunting as she strained to remove  
the one furthest from the front of the vehicle. "Tell you what, come  
round here and let's both give it a go." Jamie stood beside her,  
cautious to remain a respectable distance from her. "Here, put your  
hand here, and I'll hold this bit. When I say so, pull, OK?" 
 
He took up his position, standing awkwardly. She was closest to  
the engine, and he had to stand to one side, but pressed against her  
back. He could smell the mixture of oil, sweat and perfume as he  
took the strain. 
 
"OK, pull!" Despite much noise and straining, the plug failed to  
turn. "Shit. Get right behind me, we'll both pull from the end of this  
stupid spanner. Ready?" 
 
Jamie's embarrassment intensified. His stiff cock pushed against the  
zipper of his trousers, directly into the small of her back. He felt  
sure she must have noticed but thankfully made no comment. 
 
"It's going. Careful now!" Her warning came too late as the spanner  
slipped and they both tumbled from the engine compartment to the  
ground. 
 
Jamie nursed the back of his hand and the graze he had received  
from the bonnet lid. "Oh shit, are you OK?" she asked, inspecting  
the damage. 
 
"Hmm, I'm OK." he said crossly. Blood oozed from between his  
fingers. 
 
"We're done. Let's get you seen to. Follow me, we have a first aid  
kit in the laundry room." She zoomed off towards the house. The  
laundry room was surprisingly large, and he wondered why he  
hadn't known about it before. Probably because he had no reason to  
do any clothes washing.  
 
"Sit here and I'll take a look." She curled her lip theatrically,  
pretending to faint as she peeled his hand away from the wound.  
She flashed him a smile, looked down and pronounced he would  
live. Her eyes were round, bright, her skin smooth and tempting.  
Greasy finger marks disappeared beyond the hair line. His gaze  
further down was rewarded once again. As she prodded at the cuts,  
he peered beyond the parted shirt, drinking in the sight of her firm  
breasts. Just as he felt his cock returning to it's seemingly  
permanent erection, she doused his hand and arm with cold water.  
Various ointments followed before she pressed a gauze pad against  
his hand and told him to hold still. "Give me you shirt" 
 
"Uh?" 
 
"Shirt. It's covered in blood. Give it to me and I'll get it washed.  
There's are other's upstairs, right?" 
 
He undid the buttons carefully, trying to keep the pad on the  
wound. She slipped it off his shoulders and tossed it into the  
washing machine. To his amazement, she too flipped the buttons of  
her shirt, tugged it out from her waistband and threw it into the  
wash. To his utter dismay, his mouth dropped open as she turned. 
 
"You'd got blood on mine as well! Come on, I've got some clean  
clothes upstairs. This way!" 
 
Jeeze, thought Jamie, doesn't she ever slow down? Trotting behind  
her, they weaved through the back of the house, up a single step  
and into a large bedroom. A large bed occupied the corner from the  
door, it pale green cover decidedly out of keeping with the bright  
pink walls. A door led off on the right, presumably to a bathroom.  
She had a television, video player and an enormous collection of  
video tapes. Some were commercially boxed, while others were  
simply numbered. A kettle on her desk, with pictures of smiling  
people gave a homely feel. 
 
"My room. Want a beer?" she asked, motioning him to the sofa. 
 
"Er, yes, that would be great." In reality, Jamie knew it wouldn't be  
allright. Firstly, he found the taste of beer so bitter that it made him  
shudder. Wine was more acceptable to his palette. Secondly, he  
would want to go to the toilet. Five times at least, which might  
make Maria think he found the toilet more interesting than her. Or  
that he had a weak bladder. Thirdly, if he did want to urinate he  
couldn't because his cock was rock hard and was beginning to ache.  
But, the urge to see more of her won the day, and he took the  
bottle with a smile and tipped it back for a huge, man-sized swig. 
 
"Shit!" 
 
"What's up?" 
 
"It's so fizzy!" he said, wiping his good hand over his trousers. 
 
"Hey, just relax! Lean back, put your feet up, and let's talk." She  
dropped two shirts on the bed, and pulled out a new pair of  
trousers for herself. She slipped her trousers off and went through  
to the bathroom. Jamie heard water running and strained his neck to  
catch a glimpse of her as she washed her face. White knickers, very  
tight. Good legs, but not as nice as Lauren. He rubbed his cock  
through his trousers, now knowing that this may well be the time  
occasion that he would lose his virginity. The episode with Emma  
couldn't really be counted. After all, he still found it surprising to  
think that Lauren had actually gone and found them a condom. He  
had been convinced that she would first hit the roof, then send them  
to their rooms and call their parents. Replaying events for the  
thousandth time, he still couldn't be sure if she had held his cock as  
he entered his sister, but something told him that she had assisted in  
no small way. He rubbed himself again at the thought. Maria  
returned, toweling her hair. The dark shadow of her pubic hair was  
visible through her knickers. 
 
"Emma and Lauren seem to be good friends, don't they?" she said,  
slipping onto the sofa, slightly nearer to him than before. He  
thought he felt the warmth of her body. 
 
"Hmm. The nanny we had before was ancient!" 
 
"What do you call ancient?" she asked, in mock annoyance.  
 
"About forty" 
 
"And how old do you think I am?" She turned to him, as if giving  
him the chance to do a thorough appraisal before answering. 
 
"I don't know. Honest!" His embarrassment was obvious. She  
swung her legs round with the agility of a teenager and curled them  
underneath her bottom. "Twenty-six" Silence. Jamie knew that to  
open his mouth would mean certain ridicule because he could think  
of nothing to say. A pulse of cum traveled along his cock and  
emerged into the hot depths of his underpants. "It must be great for  
you to be alone in the house with two beautiful girls! All day and all  
night?" 
 
"Hmm, it's OK." he shrugged. His heart beat heavily, thudding in  
his chest. Desperately, he tried to think of something to ask her, to  
tell her, so that he could turn and face her. "Swimming!" he said,  
swallowing almost half the contents of the beer bottle. 
 
"What about swimming?" she asked, a professional air in her voice. 
 
"They do a lot of swimming. Me too!" 
 
"Bet you go skinny dipping, right?" 
 
"What's that?" 
 
"You know, naked. If there's only you three, it would be a great  
opportunity to swim with nothing on" 
 
"Yeah, I do. The girls do when I'm not there, but they don't know  
I've seen them!" 
 
"Weren't they worried they'd be caught?" 
 
"No, it was early" Maria looked enquiringly. "Five in the morning"  
He swigged his beer again. 
 
"How long did you watch them?" 
 
He shrugged, convinced that Maria knew the damn answer anyway.  
"Half an hour, maybe more. They were swimming, giggling, chasing  
each other." The bottle was empty. 
 
"Naked? At five in the morning?" 
 
"Yeah. Touching. You know." 'Shit', he thought. 'Shit'. 
 
"Hey, I know. I was their age once. We used to check each other  
out at school. Make sure we'd all got the same. Bet that turned you  
on, eh?" 
 
Jamie smiled sheepishly. His heart raced in time with his throbbing  
cock. He shifted slightly, accepting another beer from Maria which  
appeared from nowhere. They clinked bottles and drank. 
 
"Hey, it's OK to get turned on. At your age your body's very busy,  
developing, testing, growing." She paused, staring down at his  
bulge. Grinning, she went on. "Let me guess, they touched each  
other's breasts, right. Playing with each other's nipples?" Jamie  
nodded, recalling the full kiss on the mouth that had come from  
Emma rather than Lauren, and the way his sister had pulled herself  
out of the pool and stood at the edge, towering over Lauren. From  
his vantage point in the lounge he could see between her legs, her  
little lips proud, dripping with water, the smile on Lauren's face as  
she stared up and the squeal of joy as the little girl had dived in over  
her head. 
 
He jumped nervously as Maria stretched her leg over his, her foot  
tracing a path from his knee along his thigh. He wondered if he  
should touch her leg, kiss her maybe. His cock ached badly now  
and the wetness that had seeped out was sure to show through his  
trousers at any time. Plucking up courage, he simply breathed  
deeply and pretended that he hadn't noticed her leg, inches from his  
groin. 
 
"Where else?" she asked softly. 
 
"Where else what?" 'Dumb stupid reply' he thought. "Er, you know.  
Down there as well" he said, nodding between her legs. 
 
"You can say it. You can say 'They touched each other's pussy's'.  
Well of course they did, it's a wonderful feeling to have someone  
touch you there. I bet you like it when your girlfriend touches you  
there?" 
 
Panic. Jamie prayed she wouldn't ask about his girlfriend. To admit  
to only having had sex once (with his sister) and to no girlfriend in  
the last year would bring any possible sex with the woman to an  
abrupt halt. 
 
"Of course." His eyes widened as she shifted on the sofa, twisting  
her bottom so that she had one leg flat on the sofa and the other on  
his thighs. He stole a glance between her legs, his stomach churning  
with delight as he made out the outline of her labia through the thin  
softness of her knickers. He was convinced that this would be his  
big day, but even so, he wondered why she wanted to have sex with  
him. After all, he was ten years younger. More of a concern was  
that her boyfriends just had to be bigger than him, and his fear of  
being laughed at as she caught sight of his cock was growing by the  
minute. He studied her carefully, without very much discretion.  
Forcing his eyes away from her breasts, he dwelt on her simple,  
round and glorious face. Dark eyebrows framing her very smooth  
complexion, the slightest of dimples in her cheeks as she smiled,  
white teeth sparkling between her full lips. 
 
His cock throbbed as he wondered about kissing her. He had read  
about how to take it slowly, kissing down from her ears. In fact,  
television showed little else. Assuming he could find her nipples, the  
rest should be easy. She moved again, looking away while her foot  
now dived between his clenched thighs, probing towards his groin.  
The further down she pushed, the more she had to part her legs,  
and as her head fell back against the arm of the sofa and her eyes  
closed, Jamie turned to take in the sight of this half-naked woman  
who needed him. The unmistakable shape of her pussy was covered  
by the tight, silky covering of her knickers. He could reach out and  
touch it if he wanted, but refrained, sure that he would come  
instantly if he did. 
 
Another panic wave flushed through him. He was so near to  
orgasm that if she did take hold of his cock, or even take his  
underpants down, he was sure that he would come. Once again,  
that would be the end of his chances. He forced his eyes away and  
thought of the war. Of dying soldiers, homeless children, famine  
and illness. 
 
His cock throbbed harder as his eyes were forced back to feast on  
her pussy. "You know what?" she asked, still lying back, cozy and  
content. "I think you need a wash. Clean your hands and then I  
want you to take my top off." She swung up, staring at him. "That's  
if you want to, of course?" Her foot emerged from between his  
thighs. He sensed the loss and made up his mind, nodding. 
 
"Come on then, follow me!" she trilled, waltzing over to the  
bathroom. Maria sat on the toilet seat, legs together, smiling as he  
fumbled with the taps and soap. The grease and grime came off  
quickly with a solvent that Maria seemed to have ready for the  
occasion. He fussed, sure that he was out of his depth and anxious  
for her to make the next move. Out of the corner of his eye he  
could see her, hands on her thighs, posing demurely, watching him  
as he tried in vain to conceal the bulge of his erection against the  
sink. He eventually wiped his hands on a towel, checking it's colour  
afterwards to see whether he really had cleaned properly. 
 
"Come here!" she said, pointing to a spot in front of her feet. She  
took his hands and pulled him closer. "Good. Undo my bra. At the  
back" She leaned forward, taking hold of the back of his legs so  
that he could reach over her head and do as she said. His groin  
brushed against her forehead and he thought about an apology. The  
clasp came undone easily and he watched in awe as the straps fell  
aside, tumbling in slow motion down her arms. She looked up  
sweetly at him, lips slightly parted and rubbed the back of his legs  
sensuously, pressing her breasts against his legs, out of sight. "Get  
down on your knees" she whispered. Jamie obeyed, sinking down  
past the glory of her face until his arms rested on her thighs and his  
eyes were inches from her breasts. She was bigger than Lauren, but  
he knew there was something quite classic about the shape of  
Lauren's breasts and the way they hung as though firmly glued in  
place. He trembled as she put her arms on his shoulders, pulling him  
closer until his cheek rested in the warmth of the valley of her chest. 
 
Maria exhaled as though genuinely aroused by the seduction. He  
responded, kissing as he thought he should along the taught skin.  
The homely, nurturing warmth as his lips met her nipples shocked  
him, the feeling instantly recorded for future use. Her caresses  
increased in sensitivity as she tousled his hair, parting her legs as  
she leaned back against the toilet, responding to his energy and  
youthful attempts at arousing her. She pushed him away from her,  
almost roughly. Mortified, he looked up into her eyes. 
 
"Now." she said, commanding again. "I'm going to watch you wash  
your cock. When you're clean, I want you to take my knickers off,  
OK?" Aghast, he fumbled. "What's up?" 
 
"Er, nothing" he said. Which way to turn? How embarrassing! But,  
predictably, Jamie pushed his thumbs into his underpants and  
pushed them to the floor, kicking them away in case she examined  
them.  
 
"Oh, wow. You're so wet! Come here!" she said, sliding forward on  
the toilet. Her outstretched arm caught his hip, pulling him closer.  
Without touching him, she examined his cock, wide-eyed,  
delighted, unaware of the shade of red he was turning. "Lots of  
soap, now!" 
 
Jamie turned to the sink, lathered his hands and gingerly took hold  
of his cock, so pleased to at last have the opportunity to touch it,  
but embarrassed that he should be so stiff without her doing  
anything. Soap dripped down over his balls and down his legs as he  
worked away, washing and rinsing. 
 
"Don't forget inside, pull the skin back nice and far now!" she said  
in a sing-song voice. 
 
Jamie was shocked at her knowledge, or perhaps her lack of  
delicacy. Nevertheless, he pulled back on the top of his cock,  
watching as the angry red bulb sprouted into view.  
 
"Right back!" she said, peering round with a smile to see how he  
was progressing. "Oh, that's nice and big!" 
 
Immediately energized by her comments, he soaped his hands and  
carefully took hold of his knob, soaping it slowly as the intensity of  
his feelings made him tremble. He sensed her as she leaned forward,  
watching every move. Dousing it with clear water, he pushed the  
skin forward, fervently hoping that she was happy. He started to  
pull his underpants back up. 
 
"Come here!" she said, guiding him again to his knees, his pants at  
his ankles. She rose from the toilet and stood in front of him, the  
scent from her wetness bitter-sweet. He saw the white porcelain of  
the toilet between her legs, the soft mounds of her imprisoned labia  
clearly defined by the ridges of her knickers. His cock throbbed  
once again in expectation. She nodded silently to him. His hands  
slowly inched towards her hips and the waistband. Looking up for  
an answer, she simply nodded again. With a deep breath, he slid his  
fingers inside and pulled gently down, adrenaline gushing around  
his body as the first curls of her pubic mound revealed themselves.  
Another quick look into her eyes gave confirmation and he watched  
as her pussy was exposed, the delicate formation of skin wet,  
glistening in the afternoon light, the trimmed black bush of her  
pubic hair clean, shiny, inches from his mouth.  
 
At that moment, he knew without doubt that at last he had seen a  
girl's clitoris, it's shape, colour and covering just like in magazines.  
It shone, gleamed as though a guiding star, crying out for attention.  
Jamie swallowed, nosily to his embarrassment, as her knickers  
slipped past her knees and she stood there naked to his gaze. Maria  
pulled him to his feet, tugging him as he wobbled after her towards  
the bed.  
 
"Lie down, on your back. Close your eyes!" He obeyed. His legs  
dangled over the bed and he could feel the soft fleecy down of the  
covers against his buttocks, pushing up between his thighs  
sensuously. Her hair trailed over his legs, up over his stomach and  
just preceded her lips as she leaned down to kiss him gently. Still  
unsure what licence he had, he held her shoulder and reciprocated,  
moaning encouragement to her while hands felt his chest and lower  
stomach. Jamie knew he was seconds away now from feeling a  
woman touching his cock and prayed that he wouldn't come  
instantly. The fingers were warm, searching, firm in the flesh above  
the base of his cock, toying with the curly hair, twirling it around as  
they inched closer. He raised his hips slightly off the bed, only to  
feel her push him back down, her nakedness sliding down his torso,  
lips kissing his nipples, navel and thighs, still missing his cock. He  
trembled with the feeling of her sleek body sliding over him and  
opened his eyes a fraction to witness the event as she pecked at his  
hips, her tongue poking between her lips. And then, at last, he felt  
the softness of her hair as it brushed over his erection.  
 
He groaned delightedly, again pushing up, hoping to get contact  
between his raging cock and her face. 
 
"Shh!" she whispered, her tongue seeking out his curly hair,  
traveling slowly along his thigh, skirting his cock to find the no- 
mans land underneath his crumpled balls. She parted his legs  
slightly, her hands running between his thighs, up to his balls.  
Reaching down, he stroked her hair in encouragement. Maria ran a  
fingernail along the length of his cock, the smile on her face one of  
pleasure as a tiny dribble of cum emerged from the slit in his cock,  
and indication of his obvious state of near-orgasm. Her tongue  
followed her finger, licking up from the base of his cock towards  
the red head. 
 
"Hey!" she said in a wholly different, dark-brown voice. 
 
Jamie looked up to see her lick her lips and then take his cock  
slowly into her mouth. "Oh God!" he muttered, unsure if he should  
continue to look. As she held his balls with one hand, the other  
gripped his cock, traveling up and down slowly with her mouth. His  
head fell back against the bed as his orgasm gathered force, his  
cock bulging painfully in her mouth. She slid forward, aware that he  
was more than ready, and straddled his chest, inching higher,  
spreading her legs wider to give him a wondrous view of her wet  
pussy approaching. Jamie gripped her hips instinctively, knowing  
what was required of him.  
 
With a swift shuffle once again, Maria was positioned above his  
mouth. She stared down at the youngster, ten years her junior,  
hovering above him as she felt her breasts. Leaning forward so that  
her hands were above his head, she lowered herself onto him,  
rocking back and forth gently as his tongue slid along the length of  
her labia. He tried hard to vary his attention to her, gripping her  
buttocks, hips and thighs as he worked deeper into her vagina.  
Encouraged by the sounds from above, he probed at her clitoris,  
delighted with the sweet taste as his tongue massaged and  
encouraged the center of her womanhood. Maria slid off his mouth,  
grinding her pussy against his chest as she rested over his cock.  
 
"Hold your cock. Guide it it!" Jamie gripped himself, pleased with  
the warm, slipperiness of his tool. Looking down, he pushed his  
cock upright and guessed at a suitable angle. Maria lowered herself  
as he watched the head of his cock disappear inside her. They both  
groaned loudly, but nothing prepared Jamie for the sense of warmth  
as his full length was eaten by the delightful girl. He opened his eyes  
in wonder, pleased to see her towering above, her dark hair  
swishing around as she moved slowly up and down, her breasts  
swaying slightly from side to side, eyes closed. His gaze traveled  
over her muscular stomach to his cock, it's gleam now bright from  
their loving. The sight of it alternately thrusting in and out made  
him squeal with delight. He had lost his virginity and was making  
love to someone who really wanted to have sex with him.  
 
"Oh yes. I'm coming!" she said, increasing the rate of rise and fall  
on his tool. She leaned forward, grinding harder against him, in  
control of her satisfaction. "Oh yes, that's it!" Like a whirling  
dervish, she gripped his shoulders and pounded up and down so  
hard that Jamie thought she would hurt herself. Fascinated, his  
thoughts of early orgasm disappeared and he watched as her  
breathing became louder, quicker. Her eyes screwed up and a look  
of pain crossed her face as she broke the rhythm, trembled and dug  
her nails into his skin. He felt her pussy grip him hard, the walls of  
her vagina pulsing around him, milking his cock, holding tight for  
the last ounce of pleasure that could be found. "Oh Jeeze! Beautiful  
little boy!" She fell onto his shoulder, breathing hard, the pumping  
motion slow and exhausted. 
 
Jamie wondered what he should do. Maria ground down on him  
slowly, her head tight in by his shoulder, and her hands gripping the  
back of his head. He pushed back, urging her to begin the rhythm  
again. He could feel the stickiness around his thighs and balls,  
spreading as she moved. He moved his legs slightly, letting her drop  
between them as his hands searched her back, down over her  
buttocks and over the soft flesh that disappeared down past her  
anus and back to her pussy. A shudder surged through him as he  
touched his balls, then his shaft, his heart pounding as he confirmed  
once again that his entire length was buried inside the girl that lay  
on top of him. His fingers were wet, slippery, as he traced the  
outline of his cock against the lips of her pussy, back up over her  
anus and through the tight, muscular valley of her buttocks. Slowly,  
she leaned to her right and pulled him onto his side, then reached  
round and guided him so that he lay on top of her, his cock still  
buried inside, still throbbing. 
 
"Thank you" she said, simply, breathlessly, ruffling his hair as she  
smiled up. Two hands grabbed his buttocks, pushing and pulling  
him back and forth until he took up the motion, realising at last that  
this was permission to proceed. Maria spread her legs further,  
allowing him to penetrate as deeply as possible, then brought her  
feet up, laying them gently on his back. He looked down, bold now,  
his embarrassment having disappeared with her orgasm, and his  
confidence as strong as the inches inside her. His shaft pushed in,  
firmly but by no means violently, stopping just as his balls mashed  
over her pussy lips. He withdrew, seeing his foreskin peeled back,  
the red bulb of his cock just emerging from her pussy before  
plunging back in. Her breasts jiggled with his movement and he  
tried to lean down to kiss a nipple but couldn't without disturbing  
his rhythm. 
 
Maria gripped him harder with her thighs and reached behind him,  
teasing his anus with a single finger. Every time she passed over his  
hole, his cock grew, bulging further inside her until he knew that he  
had lost control of his orgasm and felt it building wonderfully  
within his balls. Frantically, he thrust quicker and quicker, feeling  
her pulling him inside even further. His head rested on the bed as he  
cried out. Maria gripped his buttocks, almost tearing them apart as  
he finally thrust into her and came, wide eyed in shock at the  
intense pleasure as he automatically pumped and came, pumped and  
came. He felt the blending of their love, the warmth of her vagina  
and the dribble of cum as he slowed, giggling to himself as a wave  
of euphoria and satisfaction washed over his being. As his breathing  
returned to normal, he felt that he could stay there all day, safely  
stuck inside the wonderful girl, his girl, savouring their warmth and  
the afterglow of their love making.  

Chapter 50 
 
Emma grew worse by the hour. She excused herself at about five  
o'clock, making for the warmth of their bedroom. Lauren looked in  
on her every couple of hours, noting that she slept continually,  
hardly moving from one visit to the next. Jamie went to bed at  
about eleven o'clock, leaving Lauren and Maria down in the lounge,  
chatting. Lauren was amused at how he had changed that day.  
Instead of being shy and awkward around both herself and Maria,  
he was confident, almost cocky, and Lauren felt sure that he dearly  
wanted to kiss Maria goodnight as he slowly made his exit. 
 
"I'm going to take a look at Emma in a minute. I'm a bit worried  
about her, she seems to have got worse so quickly" said Lauren,  
rolling onto her back, facing Maria. 
 
"Hmm, perhaps it's a twenty-four hour virus?" suggested Maria,  
stretching noisily. "Tell you what, let's both take a look. If she's  
bad, I'll call a doctor in the morning, OK?" 
 
Emma was again motionless, asleep. Still breathing of course,  
slowly. The girls sat on her bed, watching her for several minutes,  
listening to her stuffed up nose and the wheezing in her chest. 
 
"I've got an idea. You watch her for the first three hours, then I'll  
take over, and so on. Just in case" said Maria, beckoning her  
towards the door. They discussed arrangements, Lauren confirming  
that she would stay up until two, and then Maria would take over.  
Lauren went back to her own bed and doctored the light so that she  
could read without waking Emma. She quickly washed her knickers  
and hung them above the toilet to dry before changing into yet  
another dreadful army shirt. She then settled down to three hours of  
utter boredom. Only once during that time did Emma even stir,  
shuffling slightly, coughing once or twice before going back to  
sleep. 
 
Lauren heard Maria's alarm going off, pleased that her turn would  
end but unsure where she was going to get any sleep. Five minutes  
later, the door opened silently, and Maria shimmered in. Her  
pyjamas shone in the feint light, drawing Lauren's attention to the  
firm shape of her breasts and the mystery below. 
 
"How is she?" whispered Maria, sitting on Lauren's bed. 
 
"Quiet. Hasn't moved much at all." They both stared at the girl as  
she lay there, mouth open, wheezing. "Hey, I like your pyjamas,  
where did you get them?" 
 
"Someone gave them to me for my birthday. Nice, eh?" 
 
Lauren felt her arm and the silkiness of the material. Their eyes met  
in appreciation, Lauren's pussy warming very slightly as she  
regarded the beauty of the girl on her bed. Such was the stuff of  
dreams and fantasies, she thought. Maria rose and went across to  
Emma, bending down in the dim light to examine her. 
 
"Lauren, she's very sweaty, you know." 
 
"Really?" Lauren felt stupid, having sat there for three hours  
without really even thinking of closely checking her, believing that  
it was simply a cold that would go away. She threw the bedclothes  
aside and peered over Maria's shoulder. Beads of perspiration shone  
on her forehead, her hair matted and flattened. 
 
"I'll get a flannel and some water, wait there." said Maria, leaving.  
Lauren perched on the side of Emma's bed, watching her silently.  
Gently, she touched her head, feeling the heat of her fever and  
coolness of the sweat against her fingertips. Her cheeks were cool,  
not the soft smoothness of the young teenager that she knew.  
Lauren brushed the hair from her face, arranging it over the pillow.  
 
"Let's just get her clean. She seems to be out cold, doesn't she?"  
asked Maria, placing the bowl on Lauren's bed. Lauren had no  
response, and watched as Maria wrung out the water from the  
flannel and wiped Emma's face and neck. "Pull down the covers,  
please" 
 
"What?" whispered Lauren. 
 
"Covers. I'll wash her chest and under her arms. Or do you want to  
do it?" asked Maria, handing her the flannel. Lauren shrugged,  
supposing that it was in Emma's best interest. She nodded and  
waited as Maria slowly pulled the covers down from Emma's neck  
and revealed her shirt. Lauren could see that it was soaked, stuck to  
her body in every possible place, outlining her breasts and her thin  
form. She handed the flannel to Maria and undid each button in  
turn, peeling the material off her body, delighted as her breasts were  
exposed. 'God, those have been between my lips!' she thought, her  
pussy stirring as she recalled several hot nights in her bedroom and  
with the little visitor. 
 
She leaned down and gently cleaned her, running the warm flannel  
down from her armpits to her hips, then back up over the tiny  
mounds of her breasts her neck, then down again. Lauren breathed  
deeply, watching the tiny nipples as they bowed to the flannel and  
sprang back up as it passed. She sensed that Maria was also  
aroused by the sight, shifting slightly next to her, allowing her thigh  
to touch the back of her leg. Lauren glanced at her. 
 
"Yeah, might as well." said Maria, answering the implied question.  
"Here, I'll wash and you open her shirt right up." Lauren fumbled  
with the remaining two or three buttons, feeling the wisps of  
Emma's pubic hair on the back of her hands. The heat from her was  
tremendous, and Lauren was concerned both by her state and by  
the fact that she had sat there without being aware of her condition.  
Lauren glanced back to her face, pleased to see that she was still  
asleep. Her little breasts looked so inviting, firm and responsive,  
proud above her little girl figure, the beginnings of a woman's shape  
and the tight 'Y' where her legs hid her pussy. Lauren parted the tail  
of the shirt, laying it carefully on the sheets. 
 
"Oh my!" said Maria, her silky thigh brushing against Lauren.  
"What a beauty she is!" 
 
Lauren smiled sheepishly, unsure whether she should agree or ask  
her to stop. After all, she was supposed to be looking after her and  
was absolutely sure what Maria wanted to do. She continued to  
watch as Maria brushed the flannel over her stomach, down her legs  
to her feet, then back up, further inside her thighs. She washed her  
slowly, taking every opportunity to rinse the flannel and start again,  
gently edging her thighs apart until there was at least six inches  
between them. Maria washed her carefully, running the flannel  
along her lips, down towards her anus and back again. 
 
"Lauren, she's so lovely! Don't you think, my dear?" Maria touched  
Lauren's thigh, fingers gliding over the backs of her legs, seeking  
her bottom, learning of the lack of knickers. She exhaled, long  
enough for Maria to hear, loud enough for her to get the message.  
The hand traveled up further, resting on her hip momentarily before  
continuing in search of her nipple. Maria dropped the flannel and  
pulled Lauren over to her own bed, pushing her hand back up to  
where it had been, at the base of her breast. 
 
Lauren was intoxicated by the moment, delighted that whether their  
relationship was a one-night stand or something more meaningful  
was going to be answered. The wantonness of their loving, in the  
same room as a naked teenager who they had just stripped and  
washed. The thought of Maria's pussy and just lying naked next to  
her drove her into action. Sitting up, she ripped her shirt off her  
body and pulled Maria's face towards her with both hands, planting  
a kiss hard on her lips. With a muffled groan from Maria, she  
quickly flicked the buttons of her pyjamas, pulling the top roughly  
from her within a matter of seconds. Maria breathed heavily as she  
pulled Lauren, now quite naked, towards her, rewarding them both  
as their breasts mashed against each other, the warmth of their flesh  
reassuring, homely as their passion, and need for release, increased. 
 
Lauren swung off the bed, pulling Maria with her so that her feet  
dangled over the side. She stood between her legs, leaned forward  
and kissed her full on the mouth, gratified as Maria grasped her  
head between her hands and pulled her closer. Their breasts  
brushed together again, nipples now hardened as Lauren shuffled  
back onto the bed and straddled the older girl. Lauren was utterly  
determined to reward Maria as she rubbed her pussy up over her  
stomach, feeling the warmth and softness of the girl as she clasped  
her thighs tightly against her ribs. Maria clutched her breasts,  
thumbs rubbing her nipples in circles, arousing, teasing. She fell  
down onto her, nibbling at her ears, neck and finding her lips again  
with her tongue. Without waiting for even a moan of pleasure, she  
slid down, gripping her tightly between her legs. Pausing only  
briefly to kiss her nipples, Lauren slid over her stomach and found  
what she really wanted - the button to her pyjamas.  
 
Without any hurry at all, she pushed her tongue underneath the  
elastic waistband, stretching it as she ventured further down,  
straining against the resistance as she neared her pubic hair. She  
brought her hand round over her thighs and underneath her bottom,  
caressing her pussy firmly, delighted to feel the dampness through  
the exquisite silk. 
 
With a flick of her thumb and forefinger, she undid the single  
button, pleased with the new view as the pyjamas parted, revealing  
the beginning of her dark curly hair. Still taking her time, Lauren  
slid her hands around the girl's hips, pulling the pyjamas down  
slightly, allowing her more room to tease with her tongue. Maria  
slid upwards further onto the bed, deliberately bringing her hot  
mound into view. Obligingly, Lauren concentrated on the very top  
of her slit, the wonderful indentation where the flatness of her  
stomach and the edge of her trimmed pubic hair gave way to the  
promise of her labia and the delights beyond. Her tongue pushed  
down into the darkness, feeling the tickling of the hair, the warmth  
of the skin and the scent of readiness. She laid her head above her  
pubic hair, resting her cheek on the silky smoothness of her  
stomach, and proceeded to simply lick along the length of her labia,  
using her hands to caress Maria's thighs. Occasionally, she pushed  
the pyjamas down further, allowing the older girl to part her legs  
and invite Lauren deeper into her lair. 
 
Emma turned on her bed. The girls stopped, Maria sitting up and  
leaning on her elbows while Lauren still gripped her thighs and  
buttocks. Deciding that Emma was simply dreaming, Maria touched  
Lauren's hair, signaling the all-clear. Smiling back at her, Lauren  
pulled her pyjamas down to her ankles and off her feet. Then, with  
a wicked smile, she trailed them over Maria's legs, up between her  
thighs and over her breasts. Maria continued to prop herself up, but  
spread her legs wide open as she leaned back, eyes closed, groaning  
quietly to herself. Lauren knelt, pushing her hands under the girl's  
buttocks, and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed. In the dim  
light she could see little of the colour of the girl's sex, but all the  
wondrous folds of skin, the tiny hood above the clitoris and the  
shiny center of her sex were quite visible, and responded to  
Lauren's tongue with internal twitches and groans that Lauren  
found so rewarding. 
 
Beginning a steady rhythm, she licked slowly up one side of her  
labia, pecking the lip between her own, then over her clitoris, very  
gently, before descending along the other lip. Occasionally, she  
would delve into her vagina, sampling the heady juices and cauldron  
of warmth before repeating her movements. The muffled sounds  
and shakes coming from Maria confirmed that he was doing well,  
and Lauren shifted her hands after a couple of minutes so that her  
thumbs were placed either side of the girl's anus. 
 
"Oh yes, Lori, that's great!" moaned Maria, her elbows giving way  
as she flopped back onto the bed. "Yes, deeper, get your tongue  
right inside me!" Lauren teased her clitoris one more time before  
pushing her tongue deep inside the girl. Her nose rubbed beautifully  
over her clitoris as her whole face became sticky with their love.  
She could feel the hot walls of the girl's vagina against her tongue,  
squeezing as she hit a sensitive spot, pulsating with the tight  
sphincter as she neared orgasm. Suddenly, Maria came, clasping her  
legs together, trapping Lauren as her bottom rose off the bed and  
her back arched, groans filling the room. Shaking, hips turning,  
Maria slowly fell back to earth with her young lover still in place.  
Lauren pulled out from the vice-like grip, squeezed her legs  
together and joined her on the bed, caressing her, hugging as she  
recognised the symptoms of the orgasm and the wonderful float  
back to earth. 
 
They laid arm in arm, caressing for many minutes until Lauren slid  
our from under Maria's arms and sat down on Emma's bed. She felt  
her forehead, and although she had always scoffed at the idea of  
being able to tell if someone was sick from simply feeling their  
forehead, she knew that Emma was feverish, burning. 
 
"It's probably best just to let the fever take it's course. Not much we  
can do anyway, except keep her comfortable." said Maria, joining  
her. 
 
"Yeah. She looks peaceful enough, though, doesn't she?" 
 
"She looks lovely! I suppose we both looked like her once. So  
young, innocent." Maria touched Emma's feet, feeling the skin, her  
thin limbs. Her hand traveled higher, finding her knees. Lauren  
looked round at her, watching as fingers explored the little girl's  
thighs. "God, so smooth and soft!" 
 
"Hey, let's finish cleaning her." whispered Lauren, more of a  
question than a request. 
 
Ignoring her, Maria shifted the girl's lifeless left leg outwards and  
up, bending it at the knee, exposing her pussy. With the flannel in  
her hand, she leaned between her legs and proceeded to carefully  
clean her, shooing Lauren out of the light so that she could see  
every detail. "Oh yes, God, do I remember!" she whispered. Maria  
pecked at the girl's thighs, causing the tiniest of stirs within her.  
Then higher until, skirting her pussy, she positioned her tongue  
above the few hairs of her vagina. 
 
"Come on" whispered Lauren, "You'll wake her" Maria didn't hear,  
or pretended not to hear. Lauren mentally kicked herself, realising  
yet again that she had failed to take strong action when someone  
invaded her territory. This was the ultimate affront. Another girl,  
supposedly her own lover, satisfying her cravings on the young girl  
she was being paid to protect. In her bedroom. Immediately after  
Lauren had brought her to orgasm. 
 
Her anger bubbled, and immediately turned into lust as she watched  
the girl's tongue sliding slowly along the length of Emma's tight  
labia. The tip pushed inside, parting the little lips, probing for that  
wonderful little girl scent. Maria kissed her gently, lapped widely  
along her lips, then rose to face Lauren. 
 
"Take turns. Let me see you do her!" 
 
"What?" she asked, incredulously. 
 
"Come on, she's out cold, and she tastes wonderful. Come here"!  
she said, grabbing Lauren's neck. They kissed forcefully, Lauren  
tasting her tongue as they embraced over Emma's body. She  
giggled as she did indeed recognise the taste, shuddering as though  
the liquid had suddenly been absorbed into her blood stream like a  
narcotic. Lauren slipped down, shifted round to kneel beside  
Emma, and let the tip of her tongue probe her pussy.  
 
"Hold your hair out the way!" said Maria. Lauren grabbed her hair  
and pulled it over her shoulder with one hand, then rested on her  
elbow, smiling sweetly as she gave Maria a little show. She  
continued for several minutes, trailing her tongue as lightly as  
possible over her thighs and around her blossoming pussy. Maria  
sat on the bed, enthralled, administering her own relief with two  
wet fingers inside herself. Simultaneous groans from Maria and  
Emma marked the end of their entertainment so they wrapped her  
up, pulled the bedclothes up to her neck and turned out the light.  
 
"I'll sleep on the sofa, and take over at about five, OK?" suggested  
Lauren on her way to the door. 
 
"Hey, I think she'll survive. You can sleep in my bed if you'd like"  
said Maria, taking her by the hand. Lauren's heart bounded against  
her chest. The simple touch of her hand, their fingers interlocking,  
the safety and linking together was too much for her to resist.  
Silently, she allowed herself to be dragged through the house and  
into Maria's room, the thrill of their naked journey making her  
tremble with fear. They made their way to the bed, guided by the  
slim shaft of moonlight that intruded through the curtains.  
 
Lauren slipped under the sheets and covered herself while Maria  
fussed with the curtains. She watched her tight buttocks as she  
reached up to disentangle the hooks, the distinct outline of her  
pussy lips dark against the pale moonlight. Lauren trembled  
expectantly as the older girl made her way across to the bed, sitting  
on the edge, waiting to be invited. 
 
"Think you'll be OK?" 
 
"Mmm. Maybe." said Lauren, with little effort hiding her true  
thoughts. She tilted her head to one side, almost pouting as though  
upset by the potential parting. 
 
"You and Emma look so wonderful together. Such well-matched  
lovers!" 
 
"Actually, it was Emma who, you know, sort of started things" 
 
"Really, you mean she made the first advance? Touched you first?" 
 
"Yeah, one night during a storm!" 
 
"Wow" Maria paused, sliding closer to Lauren, resting her hand on  
her knee. "That's 'cause you're so pretty. You have such a great  
body." Her hand trailed over the sheet down to her foot, stroking  
her gently as though deep in thought. "That was before you helped  
her with the medicine then?" 
 
"Oh, er no." said Lauren, blushing in the darkened room. "It must  
have been after that. Did she tell you about that as well?" 
 
"Sure, we had a very long discussion. Don't worry, that's how I  
know she has a crush on you!" Lauren leaned back on the pillow,  
annoyed at being caught lying, but all the while intent on persuading  
Maria to love her, and thereby hopefully change the subject. She  
stretched noisily, raising her hands way above her head to touch the  
wall behind. "Turn over, I'll rub your back." 
 
Lauren nestled into the pillow, feeling Maria straddle her legs as her  
hands came up to her shoulders and rubbed. The sheet descended to  
her waist, giving Maria access to her back and the tired muscles  
beneath her fingers. She kneaded slowly, running her fingers up and  
down her spine, pushing carefully, firmly as though squeezing the  
skin away. Maria leaned down and kissed the nape of her neck. 
 
"Wait there for just a minute" she whispered. She slipped off the  
bed momentarily, rummaged through a drawer then returned. Again  
she sat across Lauren's legs and giggled as she dripped a cool liquid  
over her back. 
 
"What's that?" 
 
"Rubbing Oil." she replied, spreading the liquid over her back.  
"Summer Silk flavour!" she laughed, gripping Lauren's buttocks  
with her thighs and moving back and forth lewdly. 
 
"God, it feels so slippery" sighed Lauren. "That's wonderful" 
 
"Taste?" Lauren nodded slowly. Maria wiped a finger across  
Lauren's back and slipped it between her lips, coating her teeth and  
pulling out again as Lauren licked greedily at the slight taste of  
creamy fruit. Maria sniggered and continued for several minutes,  
relaxing Lauren so much that she thought she might fall asleep.  
Maria slid down further, allowing herself access to Lauren's  
buttocks. 
 
"Want me to go lower?" 
 
"Mmm" was the only response as Lauren shifted, shucking off the  
sheet. More dribbles of oil followed, invading the crease of her  
buttocks, ticking as the little drips approached her anus, paused  
then sought out her pussy. 
 
Maria continued to rub, pushing her buttocks apart gently,  
introducing Lauren to the idea that her fingers were very close to  
her tight hole. She avoided it, pushing deeper to the short gap  
between her anus and pussy, teasing, oiling, before venturing way  
down her legs. Her feet and toes received attention until Maria  
rolled her over, dripped oil on her thighs and started up towards her  
breasts, avoiding her pussy entirely. Lauren reached behind her,  
gripping the headboard as fingers caressed her breasts, circling her  
raging nipples before finishing off around her shoulders. Lauren  
purred, pulling Maria close to her, transferring the residue of oil to  
Maria as their bodies molded together. Lauren kissed her hard,  
pulling her breasts against her own, delighting in the darkened  
warmth of their union. 
 
"Want another surprise?" 
 
"Mmm, of course!" replied Lauren dreamily. Maria took her hand  
and guided it down the bed. She found a hard object in her hand,  
and knew almost immediately it was a fake cock. Ridges along it's  
length gave it a rippled surface. She giggled. 
 
"Have you ever used one?" 
 
"No" she responded, hugging Maria. 
 
"Wait while I put it on!" Maria squatted in front of her, the dark  
silouhette of her thighs and flat stomach suddenly taking on the  
obscenity of the cock as it bobbed towards the vertical. The buckles  
squeaked as Maria fitted it carefully, gripping the great rod in her  
fist as she made sure it wasn't going to fall off. Sliding down next to  
Lauren, she offered her the small bottle of oil. "Put some on me,  
then let me see you do your pussy." said Maria, sliding to Lauren's  
side. 
 
Carefully, Lauren unscrewed the top, and with the slightest of  
trembles, dripped the liquid along the length of her weapon. With  
her left hand, she gripped it, sliding up and down to ensure it was  
fully lubricated. She then leant back against the pillow and dripped  
oil over her pussy, concentrating on the region just above her  
clitoris. With her fingers she guided the oil down between her inner  
lips, pushing into her sex with a delight and frustration that caused  
her to sigh loudly. More than ready, she put the lid on the bottle  
and let it drop to the floor. 
 
Their hands wandered, their embraces deepened, and the silence  
increased as they kissed. Lauren felt fingers trailing across her  
stomach, circling her navel, darting down to her pussy, and  
exploring her thighs. The whole dark, silent night was wonderful,  
warm. She guided Maria so that she lay on top, the hard cock  
resting over her stomach. The weight of the girl, head nestled into  
her shoulder, their breasts pushed together as though one mass all  
gave her such a sense of well-being that it seemed anything else  
would ruin the moment. She pulled the sheets over them, tucking  
them up in their own little world. Perhaps she slept for a few  
minutes, but she became aware of Maria sliding to one side, still  
very much in contact, just re-arranging herself. The shuffling  
continued, a cool draft wafting under the sheets as Maria  
disappeared beneath, gripping Lauren's thighs. She felt the swirl of  
her hair as she leaned down to kiss her pussy, a tongue running  
along her thighs, over her hot mound, then up the other thigh.  
Backwards and forwards, pausing to lick and moisten her already  
wet entrance. 
 
Maria surfaced, pushing the sheets back over her shoulders. She  
was magnificent, her large oiled breasts just catching the light of the  
moon, nipples firm and erect above the flatness of her muscular  
stomach. Maria dropped forward, hands either side of Lauren's  
shoulders, her body between her legs. 
 
Maria pushed forward, resting the tip of the stiff plastic cock  
against her warm entrance. Lauren could feel the taut leather straps  
that held it around Maria's waist and thighs. She stroked it as  
though it was real, preparing it for action. 
 
"Enter me. Slowly!" She took the cock in her fist and found her  
entrance easily, the inner lips guiding it. "Oh yes, that's it!" Lauren  
groaned as it slid deeper inside, pushing the walls apart, the cock  
head rippling along the internal muscles as the sheer eroticism of  
the sex hit her hard. She cried out as another inch disappeared, the  
width of the cock increasing rapidly as it drove deeper, pushing  
apart the walls of her expectant vagina in its quest to fill her.  
Suddenly she realised just how desperate she was to achieve her  
orgasm, how much pent-up lust actually dwelt in her teenage body.  
Maria towered above her, blocking the moonlight, gripping her  
buttocks while her own thighs held her tight.  
 
Maria started to withdraw, then plunge in again, her eyes closed in  
pleasure. Back and forth she rocked, slowly, introducing the length  
to Lauren slowly. Maria dropped her head lower, resting on the bed  
by Lauren's ear. She pecked at it as Maria's right hand stroked her  
thigh, her bottom and then pushed round her buttocks to rest  
against her anus. A single finger circled her little hole, probing,  
testing, waiting for any protest that might come. 
 
"Oh God yes! Oh you dear!" shrieked Lauren, gripping Maria's  
shoulders tightly. She knew she would come and felt the familiar  
contractions in her vagina and anus that signaled all was well. Maria  
began stroking harder, her breathing noisy and the look on her face  
one of pain and astonishment. 
 
"Maria, harder! For Christ's sake, harder" 
 
Maria screwed up her face in agony as she pumped as hard as  
possible. Lauren felt her anus pulsing, gripping as her pussy rippled  
with the advent of pleasure. The huge cock pummeled her pussy,  
punishing her labia with every stroke. Maria sensed the moment and  
pushed as deep as she could, taking Lauren over the top and into  
orgasm as the cock thrust even deeper into her soaking vagina.  
They both shook uncontrollably, pumping, resting, groaning and  
pumping again. Lauren wrapped her legs around Maria's back,  
pulling her as far into her as she could. The greasy finger inside  
Lauren's anus pumped deeply with every stroke, her orgasm rising  
and falling, pushing over each crest and soothing her. 
 
They collapsed into a panting heap as Lauren's shaking legs slid  
down onto the bed. She inhaled sharply as Maria began to slowly  
remove her finger from her anus. She reached down quickly and  
held her hand, pulling her all the way back inside for a final  
sensation, moaning in thanks and appreciation of the deep obscenity  
of their loving. 
 
She sighed with delight when Maria finally withdrew, their juices  
dribbling down her lips and matting the hair. She grabbed the girl,  
allowing her to pull off the device before dragging her tight against  
her chest, exchanging long kisses as they lay together. Maria  
touched the side of her face, caressing her neck, resting on her  
breast. 
 
"Hey, Lori." 
 
"Hmm?" 
 
"My uncle's coming next week." 
 
"Great" 
 
"Perhaps we should put on a show for him?" 
 
"What like?" Lauren heart pounded. 
 
"You know. You and me, maybe some others. After all, he has let  
us all stay here." 
 
"You crazy?" Her mouth dried and fear returned. She knew full  
well that Maria wasn't crazy, knew her well enough to know that  
the sound of her voice meant she was serious. 
 
"We do it now and again for him. He's a powerful man, well  
respected around here. He commands armies and keeps us all safe.  
Understand?" 
 
It was that last word that had such a sense of finality. It was a  
statement to be digested, and to which she should agree. Blood  
rushed to her head, bringing oxygen and chemicals that kicked it  
back into gear. 
 
"I don't think so. Maybe we'll just watch" Comprise. The solution  
to so many conflicts. 
 
"Have a think. I'll watch Emma." She kissed her lips, then slipped  
out of bed. Lauren was torn between lying there and thinking about  
the proposal, and telling Maria to leave the little girl alone. She  
listened to the sound of her footsteps shuffling over the carpet, the  
door closing, then silence. Wide eyed, she stared at the slit of light.  
Turning over the options, she rationalised in her own way, fretting  
until dawn. She eventually slept, hoping that Maria might have just  
been trying to feel her out, probe the depths to which she would  
descend to gratify her uncle and no doubt increase her standing  
with him. 



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