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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 
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Chapter 28  
  
As evening fell, the girls made their way cautiously out of the hotel   
lobby, turning left towards the center of town once again. Neon   
lights blazed in the distance as shops closed up for the night and the   
club life began in earnest. Music spilled from roadside bars and   
cafes as they threaded their way through the narrow, noisy   
backstreets.  
  
"Hey!" whispered Emma, "Do you think it's, you know, safe down   
here?" She looked around as though expecting to be mugged at any   
moment. Lauren squeezed her waist, feeling the heat of the young   
girl though the thin fabric.  
  
"Sure, we'll be in the main square in a minute. We can just find a   
nice cafe and have a drink while we watch the world go by. What   
about that big one over the other side?" asked Lauren, pointing the   
other side of the cross-roads. Emma shrugged, still unconvinced.  
  
"I hope it's cooler in there. It's so humid tonight"  
  
The cafe turned out to be an elegant restaurant that had spilt out   
onto the pavement. It catered for dinner but also served coffee and   
cold drinks outside. They found a table just under the awning and   
giggled when the waited arrived even before they were seated.  
  
"Senoritas?" he asked, flamboyantly presenting them each with a   
menu and a well- practiced smile. "What can I give you two   
beautiful ladies tonight?" he asked, eyes locked in Lauren's breasts.   
Emma nodded towards Lauren.  
  
"We'd both like Perrier with ice and lemon, please."  
  
"Very good, anything to eat?"  
  
"No thanks." replied Lauren, folding and returning the menu. She   
watched him hustle back to the bar, his buttocks encased in   
impossibly tight black trousers. She turned to see Emma watching   
the traffic and tourists as they both passed slowly on their way.  
  
"Hey, I've just remembered, I should get something for my Mum   
before we go." said Emma, touching Lauren's arm. They both   
leaned with their elbows on the table as though huddled in thought.  
  
"Get her a plate, or something local. Like pottery or a rug. There's   
tons of tourist shops" suggested Lauren.  
  
"Yeah, maybe we should get it on the way back to the hotel"  
  
Their drinks arrived and they spent the best part of the next half   
hour watching and occasionally chatting until it was time to wander   
back. Lauren paid, apparently leaving such a generous tip from   
the profusion of compliments that came from the waiter that she   
thought she might have given him the wrong banknote. Arm in arm   
they happily retraced their steps, daring on several occasions to   
dive into dimly lit shops, resurfacing minutes later wiser but not   
bearing gifts. As they crossed the street to enter the hotel they both   
noticed a small shop a little further down the road, past the hotel.  
  
"Hey, let's try, it looks like it's got lots of stuff!" said Emma, pulling

Lauren with her. The shop indeed was packed to the ceiling with   
tourist memorabilia, from American shot glasses to castanets, rugs,   
blankets, Mexican hats, ponchos and everything else that may or   
may not be connected with Venezuela.  
  
Lauren examined the goods with great interest, tempted almost to   
buy something for her own parents. A couple of gaudy paintings   
hung on the wall, and she stood back to appreciate them.   
  
"Ow!" shrieked the girl as Lauren crunched her toes.  
  
"Oh, I am sorry!" exclaimed Lauren genuinely. She looked up to   
see a girl younger than herself, with a boyfriend approaching, a   
concerned look on his face. Lauren examined at their features and   
decided they were European. The girl's expression suggested that   
the pain was slowly disappearing.  
  
"On holiday?" asked Lauren loudly, her hands flaying.  
  
"Hey, are you from Switzerland?" asked the boy, smiling. Emma   
arrived to find out what the commotion was about.  
  
"Mmm. We're living in San Falino, just here for the weekend."  
  
"Wow, whereabouts in Switzerland?" asked the girl as the shop   
assistant rounded the corner to inspect the scene.  
  
"Andelburg, near Interlaken. Know it?"  
  
"No, but I know where you mean. We're closer to Zurich. What do   
you think of this dump?" asked the girl.  
  
"It's OK. Hot"  
  
"Yeah!" replied the boy, "We slept about half an hour last night.   
They said they had air conditioning when we checked in, but it's   
only in the big suites, not in our cheap rooms."  
  
"And the bath doesn't work. Well, the water comes out but there's   
no plug, no shower."  
  
"Bung it up with a towel!"  
  
"Hey, that's an idea. Nobody really knows we're here. We're both   
supposed to be visiting friends. But the hotel has really spoiled our   
fun and we can't afford to move to a better room."  
  
"Come and cool down in ours!" exclaimed Emma, clearly taking a   
liking to the girl who might have been only a couple of years older   
than her.  
  
"No, we must be getting back, try and get some sleep!" said the   
young boy, making a move towards the door.  
  
"Hey, look, we've got a spare room, use that."  
  
"We couldn't. But I wonder, could I use your bathroom, just to get   
clean?" asked the girl, a plea in her eyes as she looked up at Lauren.  
  
"Of course, come on. Or do you want to buy something?  
  
"Nope, we don't really have the money, we were just looking." The   
girl slipped her hand in her boyfriend's. "I'm Amelia, and this is Ben.   
Most people call me Amy" They nodded at each other, Amy's pony   
tail bobbing behind her. Lauren noticed a facial similarity between   
herself and the young girl. Their brown hair colour was similar, but   
Lauren was much slimmer and had a more athletic build, and was   
good two or three inches taller. The boy was by no means   
handsome but his face was cheeky, full of laughter and reminded   
Lauren of a playful rogue that she had seen in a Dickens film of   
eighteenth century London. She noted the body language as they   
moved within the confines of the shop. Gentlemanly courtesy from   
the boy, a shy glance at both herself and Emma. The girl however   
took a good look at Emma, almost measuring herself against her as   
they shuffled out of the shop, into the hotel and straight up into   
their room.   
  
"Oh, wow. It's so cool in here, and so big! God look! You could fit   
three of our rooms into your lounge." said Ben, awestruck.  
  
Lauren was pleased. She watched their faces as they took in the   
splendor of the suite, and then slipped out to her own room to grab   
two new towels.  
  
"Here you go. You two get in there and when you've finished we   
can all have a nice cold drink" said Lauren, busying herself around   
the fridge and ice bucket.  
  
Ben looked sheepishly at Amy. "Er, you go first, I'll wait"  
  
"No, you first, and clean the bath!" smiled Amy, handing him a   
towel. Ben shrugged and followed Lauren to the bathroom. When   
she returned she motioned to Amy to sit on the sofa. Emma joined   
her while Lauren sat on the floor.  
  
"We don't mind if you bath together, it's OK you know" said   
Lauren.  
  
"Well, we're not really boyfriend and girlfriend, you see."  
  
"Brother and sister?" asked Emma, a little too keenly.  
  
"No. Oh No! We're more friends at the moment." She turned to see   
a quizzical look on Lauren's face and exhaled, slumping against the   
sofa as though resigned to tell the story. "Our parents think we're   
with schoolfriends, but of course we're not. We've been seeing each   
other about a year and this was supposed to be our first romantic....   
you know, time together. But it's turned into a nightmare.   
  
"But what's wrong with the hotel? asked Emma.  
  
"It's so hot you can't sleep. I woke up this morning when the traffic   
started at about five and was covered in sweat. I've slept about five   
hours in three days. The first night wasn't so bad but I'd eaten   
something and had tummy trouble. Ben thinks I'm making it up, or   
that I prefer girls but I'd dreamed about these few days for so long   
and it's all going wrong"  
  
Lauren recognised the advent of tears and shuffled along the carpet   
towards her. She touched her knee, instinctively glancing into the   
gap between her thighs and skirt. She was rewarded with a picture   
of blackness and a pang of excitement. "Hey, don't cry. Emma was   
right, use our spare room. It's no problem, although we go home   
tomorrow afternoon. At least you'd get one lovely night." The tears   
stopped with a sniff and Emma skipped off for a tissue.  
  
"Are you sure?" she said, confidentially in Emma's absence. Lauren   
nodded. "He still might not want me. I don't know what to think".   
Amy looked glumly at her lap, fiddling with her skirt. Lauren took   
her hand.  
  
"Of course he will. Why not? He's a young boy and you're a pretty   
girl" Amy smiled warmly at Lauren. She started to speak and   
paused. "What?" asked Lauren.  
  
"Well, he thinks I don't like boys that much"  
  
"And prefer girls?"  
  
"Yep"  
  
"Why?"  
  
"Just some rumours. At school" The tears welled up as her lower   
lip quivered. "I hate some people. They just want to bloody   
meddle"  
  
"What concern is it of theirs? We all do some experimenting, don't   
we." suggested Lauren, running her hand over her knee. Lauren   
squeezed her leg before dropping her hands to her lap.  
  
Amy looked up as though shocked. "What, you mean..."  
  
"Course. There's no harm. But I've had a boyfriend for five years as   
well. Had one, rather. He's in Switzerland now." she said, gazing   
back at the girl's knees. Still darkness beyond. Emma returned with   
a handful of tissues and placed them beside her. Amy gratefully   
picked up one and wiped her nose, smiling weakly as though   
signaling the end of the conversation. "Have your bath and I'll make   
sure he understands."  
  
"I just want it to be wonderful for him, so that we never forget."  
  
"Don't worry, trust me. He won't be able to leave you alone. Then   
you can have a bath together to celebrate. How about that?" asked   
Lauren, taking hold of her hands.  
  
Amy nodded vigorously and turned towards Emma, grinning.   
Lauren watched as her eyes took in the little girl, unashamedly   
wandering from her hair, over her eyes and lips to her breasts and   
beyond. Amy slumped further in the sofa, closing her tearful eyes.   
Lauren continued to hold her hands as the little girl's skirt rode very   
slightly up her thigh. A churning sensation made itself known deep   
inside her, confirming her suspicions that the night was really just   
starting. Lauren traced a pattern with her finger along the girls legs.   
They chatted for maybe ten minutes while the conversation grew   
more intriguing, more intimate. Secrets were exchanged and trust   
established as Lauren continued her exploration of Amy's legs.   
Emma sat with her legs curled up underneath her, probably   
unaware that Lauren, from her vantage point below, could see the   
crease of her knickers.  
  
"Just make sure you clean yourself really well, these streets are so   
dusty." said Lauren in a mock-motherly voice.  
  
Amy giggled. "Tell him that!"  
  
"OK, I will"  
  
"No!" laughed Amy. But Lauren was on her way, and five seconds   
later was rapping on the bathroom door.  
  
"Room service! Amy says that you might need help washing some   
parts of you?"  
  
A muffled yelp emanated from inside and Lauren decided that   
further teasing was unnecessary. He probably understood that she   
had been talking in confidence to Amy and that he was still in   
everyone's good books. As she returned to the lounge, Lauren was   
sure that Amy and Emma had edged closer together. "Can we do   
anything else on your big night?" asked Lauren.  
  
"Well,...No." said Amy.  
  
"Go on, ask! We won't mind."  
  
"That's right. We're very broad-minded!" added Emma. Amy again   
looked down to the two small buds beneath Emma's T-Shirt. Amy   
turned back to Lauren.  
  
"Well, you could, sort of..... Oh, it's so, I don't know.."  
  
"Help?"  
  
"Would you? I mean, not do anything, just make sure he enjoys it? I   
don't know..."  
  
"You'll both be fine. Really. Just have your bath. Why not go and   
kick him out of the bathroom? That'll break the ice and anyway,   
he's been in there long enough. He'll probably be all crinkly by   
now!" Amy jumped up delightedly and bounded out of the room.  
  
"She likes you." stated Lauren.  
  
"She's nice" replied Emma quickly.  
  
More rapping on the door was followed by a few giggles, another   
door slam and then the sight of Ben at the doorway. His hair was   
wet and frizzed up and he was covered by a single thick white   
towel around his lower body. The girls laughed as he wandered into   
the room, clearly debating where he should sit.  
  
"Want to dry your hair?"  
  
"No, it's OK."  
  
"Don't be dumb, you can't sleep like that." said Lauren, springing   
off the floor. "I'll get a drier and do it for you. Wait there." ordered   
Lauren, pointing to the sofa. He slouched across the floor and sat   
next to Emma, self-consciously adjusting his towel over his legs.  
  
"Here, plug this in, Emma" said Lauren, kneeling on the sofa next   
to the poor boy so that her thin skirt revealed a great deal of her   
tanned thigh. She produced a comb and pulled it through his hair,   
steadying his head with her left hand. Emma tested the hairdryer   
and laid it on the sofa as she watched Lauren go about her duties.  
  
"Amy tells me that you've been seeing each other for about a year"   
said Lauren as she combed.  
  
"Yes." He paused, confused and embarrassed at being waited on by   
two girls. "What else did she tell you?"  
  
"That she wants tonight to be very special. And that she wants   
Emma and me to help so that you'll remember it forever." said   
Lauren in a sing-song manner, breaking him in gently to the idea.  
  
"What?" he exclaimed.  
  
"Hey, relax. And we talked about girls and girls, and girls and boys.   
There's nothing wrong you know." Lauren stopped her combing   
and picked up the drier. She looked at him directly. "Haven't you   
ever touched a boy, not even once?" The discomfort on his face   
told her everything. "Of course you have, so it's only natural to   
experiment. Everyone does it at some time, even if it's only for ten   
minutes."  
  
"Hey, I don't mind"  
  
"Good, because Emma and I do it now and again, don't we?" said   
Lauren smiling as she caressed the side of Emma's face. She pulled   
her towards her and kissed her lips. Ben lowered his gaze and   
Lauren followed to see him covering himself with his hands. "OK,   
now let's dry your hair!" She flicked the switch and to Ben's   
surprise, straddled his legs and directed the warm air from above his   
head. She brushed her skirt against his face as she ruffled   
his hair, introducing the airflow evenly. She swayed slowly back   
and forth, side to side as her mound pressed against him, his nose   
tracing circles above her knicker line.  
  
He sighed with pleasure as the evening's entertainment unfolded   
and his realisation of what might happen grew with his imagination.   
Emma watched intently, smiling whenever he turned his head in her   
direction.  
  
"Emma, make sure his legs are dry."  
  
The young girl slid off the sofa and peeled the towel apart from his   
shins, rubbing slowly as she worked her way up towards his knees.   
He parted his knees obligingly as she knelt in front of him, giving   
Emma a wonderful view of his hairy thighs and Lauren's firm legs   
as they disappeared beneath her tight skirt. As if reading her   
thoughts, Lauren turned, smiling. "Unhitch my skirt, could you?"   
Ben flinched as though presented with a red-hot poker. "Don't   
worry, I won't hurt you! You've seen it all before, I'm sure!" said   
Lauren, glancing at him. His face gave him away long before he   
spoke.  
  
"Well, sort of...."  
  
"This is going to be the first time for both of you, right?" she said,   
returning to her drying. He nodded, concealed from the sight of   
Emma who had now revealed his thighs. Lauren felt the little warm   
hands against her own and sank slightly with a satisfied sigh to   
encourage her exploration. Her pussy hovered over his bulging   
towel, teasing him with the sight of her tight white knickers and the   
inevitable crease that showed her female shape. Lauren was   
conscious that she didn't want to push her luck too far. It would be   
disastrous if he became so embarrassed that he fled from the room.   
She concentrated on his hair, alternately combing and drying him   
until she was satisfied that he wouldn't catch cold.  
  
Finally she sank back to sit on his thighs, stopping Emma from any   
further exploration but allowing him to see more of her knickers   
while she admired her attempts at hairdressing.   
  
"Amy'll be out in a minute. Want to dry her hair or shall we let   
Emma do it?"  
  
"I don't mind." he answered shyly.  
  
"I think Emma can do it, then we can keep Amy amused. We could   
whisper dirty things to her while Emma dries her hair, or you could   
slowly take her clothes off and kiss her all over." suggested Lauren,   
hoping that he caught the general idea that the objective was not to   
ram his willy into her at the first opportunity.  
  
"She might get upset. She's never let me before, you know."  
  
"Do you want to tell me what she has done for you?"  
  
"No, it's, you know...." He grinned bashfully at her, glancing at   
Emma as though to say there were minors present.  
  
"Don't you worry. I'll tell you what, I'll tell you about what   
happened in this room last night. Then you can tell us, OK?"  
  
"OK, what happened?" Suddenly, as though someone had flicked a   
switch, Emma perked up and without any further prompting,   
launched into the whole story.  
  
"And then after the game we came across to this sofa and the young   
boy made love to me while Lauren and the older one watched." As   
she spoke, Lauren watched fascinated as his hands wandered over   
his lap and his eyes fixed upon the area of their bodies that was   
being described by Emma. The other revelation was that Lauren   
noticed absolutely no embarrassment or coyness with Emma's   
narration. Every important event was mentioned without hesitation,   
and she even animated certain events in front of Amy by pressing   
her breasts or running her hand between her legs. "Eventually, with   
a little help from Lauren, he came inside me then fell onto the floor   
I think. Lauren cleaned me up beautifully while I lay here. That's   
about it."  
  
Chapter 29  
  
"What about your story?" prompted Lauren.  
  
"Well, she's you know, put her hand down here...." He motioned   
down between his legs.  
  
"And held your willy?" asked Lauren.  
  
"Well, only through my jeans."  
  
Emma sat up, one leg flat on the sofa and the other at ninety   
degrees, affording an unrestricted view of her little knickers. Lauren   
realised that she sat like that perfectly innocently, unaware that she   
was arousing him with a display of provocation greater than   
anything he had seen in his life. "Have you touched her?" she asked.  
  
The boy looked at Emma, noting her legs, and shook his head. "I   
don't think so. My hand went under her dress once but I think I just   
touched the top of her leg. I've touched her here, though!' he said,   
patting his chest.  
  
"Do you want to touch my pussy?" asked Emma.  
  
"No!" shouted Lauren. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you jump, it's   
just that it's their first time so let's leave it like that. There's plenty

of time afterwards for experimenting, believe me."  
  
The bathroom door shuddered and Amy came into the lounge, still   
damp even though she had made an effort to dry her hair. The   
towel covered her from above her breasts to mid thigh.  
  
"Hey, here's a hairdryer. Emma's going to do it for you. We kept   
Ben entertained while you were in the bath."  
  
Amy looked down at his lap, catching a glimpse of Lauren's   
handiwork before his hands quickly covered the evidence. Amy slid   
along the sofa towards him and nestled against his shoulder, kissing   
him lightly on the neck while Emma took hold of the hairdryer and   
got ready to straddle Amy. Lauren glanced at Amy, trying to ensure   
that such a move was acceptable, and seeing no reluctance in her   
expression, she eased Emma across her legs and handed her the   
comb. Once Emma had started and looked like she wouldn't have   
any trouble, Lauren took Ben's hand and pulled him down to the   
floor.  
  
"OK, now, the secret is 'slowly'" said Lauren in a whisper as she   
leaned against the sofa. Her legs stretched out such that he had a   
full view of her knickers and the thought thrilled her as she watched   
him struggle with his cock beneath the towel. "There's no rush, and   
while your willy might be straight as a board, she'll need some time   
before she's in the same state. So take your time, kiss her from the   
feet upwards, use your hands and fingers all over her legs, and just   
hint that you're going to get to the top sometime."  
  
Ben followed her every word, kissing her feet, licking her toes and   
massaging her legs as he worked his way slowly higher. He was   
rewarded by an almost imperceptible parting of Amy's legs as his   
fingers worked their way over her knees and onwards underneath   
the tight towel. Lauren looked up and watched as Emma performed   
miracles on Amy's long dark hair. The little girl's fingers kneaded   
and massaged her head as the drier whined loudly. Lauren caught   
Amy's eye and grinned. Amy smiled back invitingly, encouraging   
Lauren to slide up nearer to her.  
  
"This is fun. I feel so,...I don't know, so pampered!"  
  
"Good, how's he doing?" asked Lauren, motioning to her legs.  
  
"Lovely, going in the right direction!"  
  
"I think Emma should get in the mood as well, what do you think?"  
  
Amy nodded slightly as she looked up at Emma. Lauren took that   
as confirmation and slid her hands around Emma's waist until she   
found the clasp. She tugged sideways until the material parted and   
the wrap-around fell silently over Amy's towel. Lauren ran her   
hands through Amy's hair, checking to see how it was doing.  
  
"Time to go to the bedroom, I think. We'll all carry you, eh.?"  
  
Amy giggled as Lauren pulled Ben to his feet and they lifted her off   
the sofa and easily carried her through to Lauren's room and onto   
the bed. Lauren stacked pillows under her head and sent Emma off   
to collect as many as could be found. When they had settled, Ben   
positioned himself at her feet, while Emma and Lauren lay beside   
her. Amy rested in almost a sitting position, a large white pillow   
under her bottom that blossomed between her legs.  
  
"Do you want us to leave?" asked Lauren to both of them.  
  
"No, please stay!" pleaded Amy. Ben made no comment, although   
his smile betrayed the fact that he had clearly enjoyed his education   
at the hands of Lauren.  
  
"OK, we'll be here to watch" said Lauren as she leaned back against   
the headboard. Slowly, Ben moved closer to Amy, parting her legs   
as far as the towel would allow. Amy reached out to him and took   
hold of the towel, tugging at the corner as the know slowly undid.   
It fell onto the bed, revealing his cock standing proudly up,   
glistening at the end where his excitement had already made its   
mark.  
  
"Ooh, wow!" exclaimed Amy as she watched it bob in front of her   
eyes. Lauren glanced over at Emma and noted that she too was   
transfixed with the boy's thick shaft. Amy touched the tip and   
marveled as it recoiled and returned to it's upright position. She   
touched his balls, all the while looking at his face for any sign or   
reaction. His smile hardly faltered as her hands explored, although   
his eyes most certainly swept over all three girls.  
  
Lauren had an urge to remove her own clothes but resisted. Instead   
she slipped to the other side of the bed and sat behind Emma,   
pulling her tight against her chest while her legs wrapped around   
her thighs. Emma shifted slightly for comfort and rested her head   
back against Lauren.  
  
Ben plucked up courage and had no doubt decided that it was his   
turn to explore. Reaching out to his virgin girlfriend, he helped her   
to shed the towel down to her waist, revealing her small breasts   
crowned with tiny, pert, pink nipples. Entranced, Lauren ran her   
hands over Emma's stomach, slowly making her way higher until   
her fingers disappeared under her shirt and found her young hillocks   
and their erect nipples. Emma groaned appreciatively as Lauren   
massaged and molded, teasing and tweaking each nipple in turn as   
Ben grew adventurous with each passing minute. Lauren noted the   
contours of Amy. Her legs squashed against the bed and she   
certainly was not muscular.   
  
He eased himself over Amy, his cock still erect and throbbing,   
pointing now at her face as his lips found hers and they kissed,   
silently, lovingly. He then slowly lay down on top of her, giving her,   
for the first time in her life, the sensation of a boy's cock and the   
hint of impending penetration. Her legs parted voluntarily and her   
knees gripped his sides. Lauren knew that they would need little or   
no further instruction, their reactions and intuition inbred over   
thousands of generations, sealed somewhere in their minds at birth,   
ready for recall on moments such as this.  
  
His kisses traveled further down her body, his tongue licking at her   
nipples perhaps a little too quickly as his impatience got the better   
of him and his kisses resumed towards her pussy.  
  
"Oh yes, please Ben, yes."  
  
He pulled the towel from her, struggling a little while she lifted her   
bottom. But then they were both naked, now oblivious to their   
audience, and Ben journeyed further, lapping over the sparse pubic   
hair that began above her vagina. Lauren couldn't see very much   
else, although she was obviously one of those girls that was blessed   
with a pussy that pouted naturally and that appeared to be thrust   
forward from between her legs further than most girls, giving her   
the appearance of a very babyish shape that invited any kind of   
penetration.  
  
The boy's tongue stuck from his mouth, lapping noisily at her pussy.   
Lauren knew that she would not become aroused very much further   
by his unaccomplished action, but the effect on Ben was most   
noticeable as his breathing rate increased and he squatted between   
her legs, rubbing his cock on her thigh. Amy slowly opened her   
legs, running her hands over her inside thighs, ruffling his hair and   
groaning occasionally. Lauren could feel Emma shifting as well as   
the scene affected her so she slowly started to unbutton her shirt,   
tugging the sides to reveal more of her chest. The little girl   
responded by caressing her thighs and then seeking out Lauren's   
hair.  
  
With her thighs parted and flat on the bed, Amy reached behind   
Ben's head and pulled him towards her, raising her bottom to   
intercept his cock as he approached. He stared at her wide-eyed,   
pausing before pushing into her. Amy shifted beneath him,   
positioning herself correctly before exhaling and encouraging him   
with further caresses.  
  
"Oh God, slowly, that's it!" she moaned as he burrowed half way   
into her. Once again he looked at her lovingly, enquiringly as he   
withdrew and again pushed in.  
  
"Now?" he asked.  
  
"Yes, yes please!"  
  
He withdrew and then plunged in as far as he dared, still cautious   
about hurting her and unsure just how hard he could thrust. Amy   
grabbed behind her knees and thrust up on his next stroke, pain   
etched across her face as she made the journey into womanhood.   
Gradually a smile lit her face and she turned to Lauren.  
  
"Well done!" said Lauren. She leaned down to Amy and paused,   
waiting for the signal. Amy closed her eyes and lifted her head   
slightly. They kissed, Lauren's tongue almost immediately probing   
between her lips, feeling the response and the practiced flicking that   
told many stories.  
  
Ben was obviously very close to orgasm as his motions continued   
during the girl's kiss and his fevered twitching increased. His cock   
thrust in and out of her until seconds later he shrieked and collapsed   
on top of Amy, writhing in the throes of satisfaction, oblivious to   
the two other girls watching. As he finished he rolled onto his back,   
pulling out of Amy noisily, exhaling as he wiped his brow.  
  
"Oh God, that's amazing!" he laughed, turning to put his arm   
around Amy. "I love you" he said, sincerely. Lauren looked at Amy,   
wondering whether he had ever said that to her before, and whether   
it really meant 'I want to do this all the time'.   
  
"Hey, don't go to sleep, Ben, you've got to do it some more" said   
Lauren, nodding in Amy's direction.  
  
Amy smiled at Lauren and reached down to Ben's cock. It lay semi-  
erect against but still very much alive, bobbing against his pubic hair   
that was matted with come. They cuddled for several minutes while   
Lauren went to the lounge. On her return she carried a tray with   
four glasses of cold lemonade with ice. They drank gratefully,   
draining their glasses within minutes. Lauren took one of her ice   
cubes and ran it across her forehead.  
  
"Oh, that's nice, so refreshing" she said as it melted and dribbled   
down her neck, finding her breasts beneath her shirt. "Does anyone   
mind if I take my top off?" They all smiled at her question. Lauren   
slipped off her shirt and nodded to Emma that she could do the   
same. Amy grinned at the girls, admiring Lauren's breasts and   
noting the hardness returning to Ben as he drooled over their   
tanned bodies. "Ready for some more?" she asked. Ben nodded,   
grinning as his cock once again jutted out from his pubic hair. "OK,   
Amy, why not try another position, like on all fours?"  
  
"How?" she asked frowning.  
  
Lauren positioned her, guiding Emma to her side and making sure   
Ben knelt behind her. "Want me to help to start with?"  
  
"Yeah, sure" said Amy, looking behind over her shoulder. Lauren   
took hold of Ben's rampant cock in her left hand and parted the   
cheeks of the girl's bottom with the other. She found her asshole   
and ran her finger round it slowly, teasing her, determining if Amy   
had ever even thought of it as being a center of pleasure. Clearly   
she had not as she squirmed to her touch. Lauren pulled his cock   
closer to Amy's pussy, running it along the length of her bottom   
cheeks, round to her vagina and over her swollen clitoris. Amy's   
head sank to the pillow in expectation, and Lauren didn't disappoint   
her as she found the entrance to her vagina and guided Ben inside.   
He stroked slowly, adjusting his feet until his balance was correct.  
  
"Is that good?" asked Lauren, her hand seeking out the elastic of   
her own knickers, tracing around the top of her legs and over her   
swollen labia.  
  
"Oh yes, that's great. So deep, I can feel it building up." responded   
Amy, reaching out for Emma and twisting her round so that their   
lips could meet. "Ben, harder. Yes, that's it. Ben, I'm want to kiss   
her, do you mind?"  
  
"God no, go on, do it!" he panted, focused on his own orgasm.  
  
Amy's lips slowly approached Emma's, her tongue flicking and   
searching as the two girls finally embraced. Lauren watched Emma   
becoming more and more aroused as the little girl's fingers found   
her baby knickers and sought out the pleasure underneath. Her feet   
lifted from the bed up to the top of the headboard and then onto the   
wall as she plunged deeper inside herself. Ben pumped away,   
grunting regularly as Amy's breathing quickened, her moans became   
shrieks and her hand gripped her pussy, squeezing every drop of   
sensation out of the cock inside her. Amy's lips found Emma's   
breasts, and as she finally took one of the young mounds in her   
mouth she shrieked as if in pain. Her body froze rigid while Ben   
continued to pound into her, her fingers dug into the sheets and   
Emma's back. And then she was mobile again, picking up the pace   
until again she shouted out and rode the wave of orgasm that shot   
through her body, shuddering and shouting as pure pleasure at last   
filled her mind and she collapsed to lie across Emma.  
  
She giggled several minutes later as Ben withdrew from inside her   
and turned so that she could lie alongside Emma. She looked up at   
Lauren and grinned, nestling against Emma's thigh.   
  
"Hey, lover boy!" she said gently, pulling him closer. His cock   
sprung against his leg, wallowing in the thick film of cum that had   
gathered. She moved and rested against his chest, trailing her hands   
over his weapon in admiration. "Oh, it's waking up again!"  
  
Ben laughed. Lauren guessed he was amused by his cock as much   
as by the audience and his apparent ease with the situation. Emma   
looked over Lauren's stomach to get a better view.  
  
"Oh!" she said, reaching out slowly towards him. She touched the   
very tip of him, moving the cum around slowly over the bulb, then   
took the foreskin between her thumb and fingers and pulled it back   
over the knob. She moved to lie across Lauren and stroked his cock   
as though on an educational field trip. Gazing up at Lauren, her   
eyes asked the question silently.  
  
"Emma, it's my turn, after the fiasco last night." she said, lifting   
Emma off her stomach. "I'll see what I can do for him! You can be   
my lady-in-waiting, or something like that"  
  
"Do what?" asked Emma, reluctantly allowing Lauren to draw   
closer to Ben. Amy shuffled up to the end of the bed, content to   
watch as her man was serviced once again. Lauren lay down on the   
bed, her head beside Amy, and guided Ben between her legs.  
  
"Think you can do it again?" she asked, stretching behind her head   
luxuriously, giving him the benefit of her firm breasts.  
  
"I'm not sure. I expect so." he said, looking her breasts as he   
replied. Lauren squirmed beneath him, her legs gripping him   
slightly, riding up his body as her bottom lifted from the floor.  
  
"Emma, come and stand up here, facing him." she commanded.   
Dutifully, the little girl stood and straddled her, looking behind to   
see what was next. Lauren took hold of her knickers from behind   
and slowly pulled them down. Her cute, tight little bottom came   
into view as Lauren slid them material lower and lower. Emma   
giggled as they both watched the expression on the boy's face.  
  
"Oh God, that's so sexy!" he said, looking cautiously behind Emma   
to see his girlfriend's reaction. Amy simply nodded as Lauren   
tugged her clothing past her knees and down her shins.   
  
"Now you should be good and ready, eh?" said Lauren, moving   
Emma to the side and sitting her down. "Come on, slowly in, you   
know"  
  
He shuffled closer, holding his cock and positioned himself against   
her swollen entrance. Lauren felt him testing her lips and helped by   
pulling him slightly inside. The feeling delighted her and she raised   
her legs slightly in an effort to keep him on target. Her hands   
roamed his back as he sank deeper into her, searching out his   
buttocks and caressing his thighs. She felt her pussy lips, gratified   
with the thought of his cock disappearing into her body between   
her fingers.  
  
Eyes closed, Lauren too was oblivious to the other girls, simply   
concentrating on his stroke and the swelling of his organ within her.   
Her hands gripped his buttocks as he increased in speed.  
  
"Harder, don't be afraid!" she coaxed. She found his anus and   
lightly ran her fingers over the tight opening. He squealed as she   
probed, suggesting, tempting. It felt tight, dry and unyielding. She   
withdrew her middle finger and licked it suggestively for all to see,   
then sought and found the hole again. Spreading the lubrication, she   
timed her own penetration with his, sinking slowly deeper and   
deeper inside him. The tight ring pulsed, contracted and relaxed   
spastically as his stroking intensified and to her utter relief the tell-

tale signal of her own orgasm announced its arrival.  
  
She crossed her legs over his back pulling him tightly into her,   
restricting his movements so that she had greater control. "Emma,   
get me a pillow behind my head!" she hissed desperately. Emma   
obliged and Lauren was rewarded with a better view of the boy's   
cock pounding into her vagina. Tremors rumbled through her,   
causing her thighs muscles to contract and her breathing to increase   
as her orgasm neared. His cock responded by bulging inside her, the   
thick veins rubbing against the walls of her pussy. She felt Emma's   
hands over her head, caressing her face and neck. She turned and   
licked at her fingers, delighted that Emma realised what she wanted,   
sucking furiously as the wave of pleasure crested and remained   
floated in mid-air, waiting for the final command.  
  
Lauren thrust her finger deeper inside the boy's rectum, making him   
groan as his cock once again surged and swelled inside. A final   
deep thrust pushed her way over the edge, her legs gripping so   
tightly that she thought she would pull a muscle. She shrieked in   
pain as wave after wave caught her, carrying her senseless as his   
pounding continued. She returned to reality almost immediately as   
she felt his stroke falter and his cock bulge inside her tight wet   
pussy. Her finger withdrew and thrust back in rhythmically,   
obscenely as he came again, slumping over her body as he emptied   
himself into her sweltering sex.  
  
They remained motionless for almost a minute until Lauren allowed   
her aching legs to uncurl and her feet touched the bed once again.   
Slowly she withdrew her finger from his anus, causing him to   
shudder. They rolled onto their sides and smiled at each other,   
shifting slowly as he withdrew silently. Amy shifted on the bed,   
smiling as she traced invisible lines over her man's back, reminding   
him that Lauren was only an experiment, or so she hoped.   
  
Lauren removed her clothes and dressed in her own room, pleased   
that Emma had decided to do the same and leave their two guests   
alone. Lauren dumped their clothes haphazardly in her room, ready   
for packing the next morning and within twenty minutes they were   
again alone, dressed simply in T-shirts and knickers, ready for bed.   
Lauren visited the mini-bar, making a couple of orange drinks for   
the night. She sat on the edge of her bed as Emma pulled the sheets   
up to her chin.  
  
"I think this place is fun, you know" said Emma, rolling onto her   
side and taking the drink.  
  
"Yeah, but home tomorrow. Back to normal"  
  
"Lori, why couldn't I do it with him?" asked Emma.  
  
"Listen, once is enough for a long time. You're only thirteen.   
You're not even supposed to know about these things, let alone do   
it!" replied Lauren, touching her blonde hair.  
  
"Will you stay with me?"  
  
"No, we both need some sleep, sweety."  
  
"Just wake up next to me, that's all?"  
  
"No. Now come on, let's get some rest. We don't want your dad to   
think we've been up all night, do we?" said Lauren, tucking her up,   
feeling the heat from her body as she pulled the sheets tighter.   
Temptation rapped on the door and was turned away.  
  
Lauren returned to her own room and sat on the toilet, recollecting   
their day and adventures. Emma had been sweet, that was the only   
word for it in her mind. The locals certainly stopped and stared as   
she walked along the main street, and the few wolf- whistles were   
most likely for Emma rather than herself. Ben had been fun,   
although she felt in hindsight that having sex with him was probably   
a bad move. The risks she was taking with Emma were extreme,   
but so were the rewards. The girl's beauty and sensuality were   
remarkable. Her innocence and grace a delight. But she was   
sensible enough to realise that she needed an alibi in place in case   
she was caught, or at least to be able to cast some doubt on   
potential accusations. Deciding to cultivate her friendship with   
Felix, to the exclusion temporarily of Emma, she smiled happily as   
though her problem had been solved. She would start the next day.   
Or better still, when they got back to the house; that way there   
would be a clean break from their weekend of fun.  
  
Lauren kicked her knickers off from her ankles and pulled her feet   
up to the level of the toilet seat and gripped the rim with her toes.   
The door to the bathroom was wide open and she couldn't have   
cared less. She leaned back against the wall and spread her thighs,   
feeling their smoothness and rubbing the muscles as that familiar   
feeling of self- gratification made lewd suggestions. She leaned   
forward slightly, gripped her T-Shirt and pulled it over her head,   
throwing it through into the bedroom. Her breasts hung firmly, the   
nipples asleep until she ran the palms of her hands over them.  
  
Lauren reached down with her right hand and felt her pussy lips.   
The caustic feel of her urine was mixed with the evidence of the   
encounter with Amy, and a slick area from her vagina down   
towards her anus reminded her of the success of their love-making.   
Gently she smudged the mixture around, working her finger very   
gently into her vagina and over the entrance to her anus.  
  
The unusual position excited her, and she smiled as she sat facing   
the doorway, her middle finger in her anus and thumb massaging   
her clitoris. She knew however that she was tired, and would   
probably take too long to reach orgasm. Wiping herself, she flushed   
the toilet, kicked the clothes in her room into a semblance of order,   
and crawled into bed. 

Chapter 30  
  
Lauren woke just after eight o'clock, alone and rested. She   
stretched lazily over to the light by her bed and flicked the switch.   
She looked at the mess of clothing on the floor. A few months ago   
she might have groaned inwardly as she recollected their activities   
but that morning a smile spread across her lips as she replayed the   
action and sensed again the sensuous and outrageous loving they   
had enjoyed. Her skirt and bra lay by the door, unceremoniously   
tossed away in the heat of the night. Emma's knickers dangled from   
the corner of her bed, childlike in their size and style. She had no   
idea where her stockings had ended up. A hand slid across her   
breasts as she stretched, smoothing her stomach and finding the   
warmth between her legs. She curled up tightly, almost giggling as   
her thighs trapped her hand.  
  
Reluctantly, she eventually slipped out of bed, naked, and wandered   
into her bathroom to use the toilet. Her reflection in the mirror   
confirmed the late night they had enjoyed but her youth would   
enable her to spring back into shape within a few minutes of having   
a wash and brushing her hair. She leaned over the bath and turned   
on the taps. The scalding water gushed into the huge tub, steam   
filling the air and even the noise providing a comforting early-  
morning massage as she wandered back into the room.   
  
She watched the television from the edge of the bed, toying   
absently with Emma's knickers as she waited for her coffee to brew.   
She absently brought them to her nose, inhaling the musky scent,   
awakening in a start as she realised just what she was doing.   
  
There was very little news in Venezuela about San Falino, although   
she recognised some of the news footage from the reports that had   
been shown during the week back home. Returning to the bathroom   
with her coffee, she brushed her teeth and slid into the warmth of   
the water, carefully holding the cup in her hand and sipping as the   
water soothed her muscles.  
  
She dreamed, her eyes focused on infinity in the water. Many   
minutes later, she heard Emma calling out, first from the lounge and   
then closer from her bedroom.  
  
"Hey, morning!" said Emma, poking her head round the doorway.   
She wore a T-Shirt and probably nothing else. Her hair was ruffled   
but still glorious; her T-Shirt hung loosely away from her slim hips.   
Her tanned legs parted very slightly as she leaned against the door,   
allowing Lauren a view of the hallway beyond, framed by the little   
girl's thighs and pussy lips.  
  
"Hi!" smiled Lauren, staring. Emma sat on the edge of the bath, her   
legs facing away from Lauren. The T-Shirt rose up over her thighs,   
revealing bare skin. "I made coffee with one of those percolator   
things - there's more in there if you want some"  
  
"No, I'm fine" said Emma, looking down. Lauren felt her eyes   
follow a course from her head across her breasts and straight   
between her legs. Even though she knew that the image of her   
pussy would be fuzzy under the water, it aroused her to think that   
Emma was examining her body at this early hour. Lauren smiled at   
her, touching her thigh.  
  
"I ache a bit"  
  
"Where?" asked Emma, grinning a little.  
  
"The backs of my thighs, like I ran from Boquette to here!"  
  
Emma giggled. She slowly slipped off the side of the bath and knelt,   
trailing her hand in the water as she gently splashed Lauren's   
breasts. Her fingers ran around her shoulders, down her side and   
along her thigh and back again. She hummed a little tune, relaxing   
for several minutes in the hot steamy room. Lauren slipped lower   
into the bath, sighing as the water lapped at her hair. Emma's head   
rested on her arm as she played the water over her body.  
  
"Want to join me?"  
  
Emma stopped humming, looked kindly at Lauren and rose slowly.   
She pulled her T- Shirt over her head and stood against the bath,   
naked, her legs slightly parted.  
  
"Do you want me to?" she asked.  
  
Lauren touched her thigh, around the top of her labia and down   
between her legs. Her fingers returned up the inside of her thighs   
and touched her sweet lips. Emma smiled and put her left foot into   
the water carefully as though testing the temperature. Her pussy   
lips parted gloriously and gave Lauren a perfect view of her slight   
arousal. She swung her leg over very slowly, deliberately, into the   
bath to stand in front of Lauren.  
  
"Can I slip in beside you?" asked Emma.  
  
Lauren moved to one side and let Emma slide in alongside. She put   
her arm around her and pulled her close, eyes fixed on her lips,   
waiting for the infinitely tiny signal that would confirm that a kiss   
was in order. It came with the smile in Emma's eyes. Lauren leaned   
and kissed her upper lip. Emma responded gently, resting her left   
hand on Lauren's waist, just below her breasts.  
  
"I missed you last night" said Emma.  
  
"Sweety, we can't stay together every night. Otherwise someone is   
sure to find out. And anyway, it makes our times together all the   
more wonderful"  
  
"Hmm." replied Emma, brushing droplets of water off Lauren's   
breast. "But this is so good as well. So naughty." she said, swirling   
the water around in the bath. Lauren's stomach tensed as she felt a   
hand glide down towards her navel.  
  
"Yeah!" whispered Lauren, caressing her cheek as if to silence her.   
She pushed her tongue between her lips and tasted her mouth. No   
toothpaste, no coffee. Lauren couldn't have cared less. She pulled   
Emma over so that she lay on top of her, making the water swish   
precariously close to the rim of the bath. Emma's pussy ground into   
her own while the smoothness of their legs and arms caused   
tremors and ideas to bubble up in both girls. Lauren felt her way   
along the little girl's back, down to the firm globes of her buttocks   
and deep into the crevice. Emma rested her head on Lauren's   
shoulder. The water lapped at her hair so that it darkened and   
dripped like Lauren's.   
  
"Wash me!" said Lauren, reaching for the soap.  
  
Emma knelt in front of her and lathered her hands before leaning   
over and rubbing the bubbles over Lauren's firm breasts, toying   
with her responding nipples. She even rubbed bubbles seductively   
over herself, pouting as if in a movie as she thrust her hand between   
her legs. Lauren smiled at her carefree nature and touched her thigh   
lightly. Emma's hands worked their way down to her legs, leaving a   
white trail of soap and slipperiness as she washed her knees and   
down to her feet.  
  
"Let the water out a bit." suggested Lauren. Emma obeyed, the   
water gurgling out until less than an inch was left. Lauren felt the   
soapy young hands over her pubic hair, running down her labia and   
teasing her lips. She smiled broadly and closed her eyes, sighing   
with contentment. Emma moved her attention to her thighs,   
soaping them in a circular motion as she progressed from the tight   
tendons at the top of her thighs down to her knees, and finally   
arrived at her feet. Emma put one of her feet against her chest and   
pulled it tight against herself, looking along her legs to her pussy,   
exposed and dripping with bubbles. She glided slowly back up her   
legs, pushing Lauren's feet behind herself so that Lauren could wrap   
her legs around her waist, pulling her closer to her pussy.  
  
Emma rubbed the bar of soap against her asshole in the lightest of   
movements, up and down along the length between the cheeks of   
her bottom to her lips. She splashed water over her occasionally,   
keeping the skin wet and slippery as Lauren's stomach muscles   
started to fret, contracting and rippling beneath her tan. Lauren   
raised her legs and rested them on the side of the bath. The tiny   
hands continued to wash her, teasing her hole for several minutes   
while Lauren moaned in appreciation, eyes closed and in awe of the   
gentle skill of the girl.   
  
Lauren felt her insert a single, tiny finger into her bottom, then   
remove it immediately before introducing two, pushing hard into   
her anus while rubbing the soap against her pussy lips. She knew   
she would come within minutes, but felt that she wanted a change   
of scenery, wanted to be able see absolutely everything of Emma as   
she came.  
  
"Hey, my turn. Stand up!" said Lauren, bringing her legs back into   
the shallow warm bath. She noticed a slight reluctance in Emma's   
eyes as she stood in front of her. Lauren pushed her palms between   
her knees and gently spread her legs. She looked up at the little girl,   
noticing the erect nipples that crowned her tiny breasts and her wan   
smile. Emma brushed her hair back from her face and held it behind   
her head, pushing her chest out while Lauren lathered her legs. She   
squeezed her buttocks, feeling the wet, firm flesh with her fingers   
and watched the tiny droplets of water trickling down from her   
pussy, along her thighs and into the bath.  
  
She ran the bar of soap over Emma's pussy lips, pleased as the edge   
sank into her young sex and pushed the lips apart. Lauren shifted in   
the bath, her own pussy slick and ready and growing more anxious   
with every inch of exploration. Lauren dropped the soap and ran   
her finger along the length of Emma's slit. Her legs opened further   
in response as a whimper came from deep inside her and her hand   
rested on Lauren's shoulder. Lauren felt underneath her, past the   
opening to her vagina, and located her tight anus. She administered   
more soap to the area, causing a louder squeal from Emma as she   
intruded less than half an inch. Lauren thought that she must be   
feeling exceptionally aroused that morning, and decided that any   
further frolicking should wait until they were out of the bath,   
perhaps even in Emma's bed for a change.  
  
Lauren took hold of her hips and guided her back into the water,   
then turned her round and wrapped her arms around her waist,   
pulling her back against her breasts so that she could kiss her ear.   
Emma leaned back, her muscles taught as she strained to kiss   
Lauren on the lips. Lauren cupped her breasts as they sank into the   
water, their legs entwined.  
  
"I need to go to the toilet, Lori"  
  
Lauren hugged her close. "Have you ever done it here, in the bath?"  
  
"Euch! No way!" said Emma, breaking out of the embrace and   
looking at Lauren in horror.  
  
"Hey, it's OK. Let the water out." suggested Lauren, moving   
towards the plug.  
  
"You can't be serious!"  
  
"Sure, Just do it. It's the strangest sensation! I've done it. I'll wash it

away with the shower!" said Lauren, caressing her hair gently. "Go   
on, honest, it's lovely."  
  
Emma looked at her unconvinced. "No, I'll use the toilet over here"   
she said as a compromise, raising herself to a kneeling position.  
  
"I know!" said Lauren, pulling the plug out. "If you can't do it, then   
use the toilet. Trust me...please?" said Lauren, kissing her very   
gently on the lips. She could feel the tension in her face, the worry   
and concern of doing something so alien with someone watching.   
"Please?" She kissed her again. Emma turned and saw the last of   
the bathwater running out of the plughole. She shook her head.  
  
"I just can't!" she said, her chin dropping momentarily.  
  
Lauren stood and unfastened the shower attachment, feeling the   
temperature of the water until she was satisfied. "Look, if you turn   
round, I'll wash it down the plughole. It so easy!"  
  
"Will you do it as well?" asked Emma, unconvinced.  
  
"Of course! I don't need to go at the moment. Later, though!"  
  
Emma looked at her. Lauren touched the side of her face with her   
fingers as she played the shower over her legs and thighs. Emma   
looked into the distance, worried and unsure of herself.  
  
"Turn round so that you're facing away from me. I'll be between   
you and the taps and I'll just keep the shower on your bottom and   
pussy. Now try and push, so a little comes out." Lauren held the   
shower in her right hand while Emma knelt on all fours. She laid her   
head on the end of the bath and turned so that she could just see   
Lauren.   
  
"Just relax." said Lauren, her voice gentle and reassuring. "Feel the   
water on your bottom and pussy. I can see it dripping down your   
legs into the bath. You look so lovely from here. I promise I'll do it   
for you if you want."  
  
Emma shifted slightly, breathing out slowly as her bottom twitched   
slightly.  
  
"Good girl, just relax. Let it all come out. Push just a little bit."   
Lauren watched her efforts and the slight distortion of her anus as   
she tried to push. She touched her pussy, pushing her finger in and   
then running around her clitoris in tight circles, sending complex   
messages to the little girl's brain. Emma whimpered and shifted   
uncomfortably in the bath.  
  
"Oh, Lori, I can't push any more. Something else might happen!"  
  
"Relax, you're doing fine. Think of your swimming pool, and how   
you swim up and down. I can feel it coming inside you. You're   
doing very well." She massaged her back rubbing in slow circles.   
She let the shower spray over her back and down along her thighs,   
then pointed it up between her legs so that the droplets hit her   
pussy. Emma cried out as her stomach muscles tightened. Her eyes   
were closed, and Lauren wondered if she should stop.  
  
"Lori, please don't make me do this, please!"  
  
"Emma, trust me. It feels wonderful. It's so unusual and I'll wash it   
away for you. Just relax, you're doing so well." she whispered,   
calming her as a tiny dribble emerged from her pussy. "Yes, that's   
it, beautiful! I bet that feels so good." Another dribble. "Oh well   
done. There, I've washed it away. Just let it all go!"  
  
Suddenly, her pussy pouted and a stream of golden water hit the   
bath while Emma shuddered and sobbed, her eyes closed to the   
world. Lauren washed her down and as the stream grew smaller,   
she put her arm around her waist and pulled her up to rest on her   
lap, letting the shower play between the little girl's legs and her   
own. Emma squirmed on her lap, trying to pull away.  
  
"Lean back against the end of the bath!" Emma shook her head   
vigorously, sniffing loudly but slowly obeyed. "Was that good?"   
asked Lauren.  
  
Emma simply nodded, sniffing back the tears. "I really, really need   
to go to the toilet now."  
  
"Trust me, Em." Lauren pushed her index finger into the girls tiny   
anus and felt the pressure within her. "Too late. Do it here!"  
  
"Oh God no. That's disgusting!" cried Emma, collapsing into a ball   
in the bath.  
  
"If you go over on the toilet I'll see you, so there's no difference.   
Anyway, I know all about your bottom because we had to do that   
medicine, didn't we?" Lauren paused, waiting for the thought to   
sink in. "And here I can clean you up immediately!" Lauren leaned   
over her and kissed her shoulder, moving up to her ear. Her hand   
found the cheeks of her bottom, the valley between and the tight   
entrance.  
  
"Come on. I'll use this flannel. It won't make a mess, and I'll wash it   
off again straight away." She paused, caressing the tiny girl's thighs.   
"Do it for me?"  
  
Lauren took her shoulders in her hands and guided her back to the   
end of the bath. She faced away from Lauren once again, laying her   
head on the end of the bath. Lauren detected a slight acceptance of   
her demand and picking up the shower, turned the head to 'pulse'   
which sent out intermittent solid jets of water rather than a gentle   
spray. She leaned forward and kissed Emma's back, her tongue   
trailing down between the cheeks of her bottom and over her anus.   
Emma sobbed again, real tears flowing as she silently shook her   
head. The crinkled entrance was still very tight, too tight for Lauren   
to introduce her tongue. As she directed the water at her hole, she   
pulled the tight ring open with the fingers of her right hand,   
producing a gasp from Emma. Lauren dropped the shower and   
used both hands, spreading her cheeks hard, wide, pulling at the   
pinky-brown opening.  
  
"There! Doesn't that feel different. So exposed, shouting for   
attention?"  
  
Emma nodded, her eyes still closed. "It's so hot. Put the shower   
back on it! Please!" pleaded Emma, arching her back even more as   
her back curved, pushing her bottom higher. Lauren obeyed and   
Emma immediately shook as each pulse hit her hole. Lauren could   
see the muscles expanding and contracting as Emma tried to control   
the movement inside.  
  
"Oh God, Lori, it's coming! Oh, please don't look!"  
  
Lauren grabbed the flannel and held it under her hole, just covering   
her pussy. "Good girl, nice and slowly. You're doing so well!"   
Lauren listened to her voice and could scarcely believe she was   
saying and doing these things. She watched as the flannel became   
soaked from the shower as she continued to pound at her entrance   
with the heavy duty jet.   
  
"Oh, I ... Oh Lori! she cried, tears running down her cheeks. She   
sobbed in embarrassment as her stomach muscles fought to retain   
control. "Oh, it's ..."  
  
Lauren saw the muscles flowering, doming and then the hole   
expanding to reveal the dark shape of a cigar slowly emerging.   
Emma's young legs shook gently as her embarrasment increased.  
  
"Stop! Pull it back in. Now!" commanded Lauren, slapping her   
bottom. Emma groaned loudly as she fought to obey, her muscles   
reversing their action as the shape disappeared. Emma let out a   
loud groan and sobbed again.  
  
"Lori, please let me do it in the toilet. I can't stop it!" Her fists   
clenched with the effort, and she brought her right hand up to her   
mouth as if to smother her cries, biting her knuckles.  
  
"You're doing so well, sweety. This time, just let it go. I'll wash it   
away!"  
  
Emma shook violently as the water again thrust into her anus, and   
the muscles responded by pushing out once again. Lauren saw the   
same shape emerging and readied the flannel.  
  
"Oh yes! There's a good girl. Let it all come out now. Well done!"   
She brought the flannel around and up onto her back so that she   
could only sense what was happening. She knew from the slight   
crackling noise that Emma had let go and could feel the weight of   
the flannel slowly increasing.  
  
Emma cried out, a look of pain and pleasure on her face as she   
pushed her bottom higher and her stomach lower. A very long   
breath followed.  
  
"Oh God!" sobbed Emma, anxiety replaced by contentment and   
surprise.  
  
"All done?"  
  
Emma nodded again, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.  
  
Lauren wrapped up the flannel, took a step out of the bath and   
threw it straight into the toilet, flushing it away before returning to   
the bath. She reset the shower to 'spray' and washed Emma clean   
within a few seconds. Taking the soap, she rubbed the bar over her   
bottom cheeks and anus.  
  
"Just let me clean you up completely, just a minute." She   
introduced the corner of the soap into her anus. The dark tunnel   
was still wide open. A finger followed quickly and Emma shrieked   
with the sensation. She withdrew, washed her finger and reinserted   
it, moving it in and out as she cleaned her. The effect on Emma was   
startling as she bucked against her finger, desperate for more even   
greater stimulation.  
  
"Oh Lori, my bottom feels so hot. It's almost burning!"  
  
"Wait till I get my tongue on it, you'll go through the roof!" She   
sprayed them both with the shower, making sure they were both   
wet. "Come on, let's go straight to your bed"  
  
"But we should dry off first!"  
  
"What for? Someone'll change the bedding later!"  
  
Emma looked at her with a wicked grin and jumped out of the bath,   
leading the way back to her room, still sniffing and wiping away her   
tears.  
  



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