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Chapter 15: Things Got Hot

Gene had sat quietly for a long time, hours probably, the sobbing teen slowly growing quiet. He didn't know what to do, didn't have much will to think about it too long. He'd saved her life, that was good enough for the moment.

The girl spoke in a weak voice in a language that might have been Spanish. The dim light of the room made it hard to make out her features, but Gene thought her skin was a rich but light brown, her dark hair spilled over shoulders, tangled.

She spoke again, trembled as she rose. Gene tensed automatically, didn't raise his pistol. Her legs were just able to take her to the door. Gene followed her down the hallway where she slipped into a bathroom. She didn't close the door, and his eyes were drawn to where she slid down her panties and began to urinate.

He couldn't help notice the small mounds that barely pushed out from her chest, large, dark areole capping her firm young boobs. She ignored him, didn't make eye contact, wiped, and returned her panties to her waist, a quick glimpse of her pubic hair catching Gene's eyes.

She stood facing him, a pleading look on her face. Her eyes were bloodshot, raw. Gene figured it was time to find out what was happening, had seen no one since he'd nearly shot Anna. I'd have done it. I know I would. Goddamn if I wouldn't have.

He rose up on deck to find that the sun had risen, the boat cruising out of sight of land, the choppy grey water splashing heavily against the hull. The girl moved behind him as he walked to the bow.

Holly and Sofija were reclined on padded deck chairs, facing toward him. Both were naked. Only Holly had her legs splayed obscenely, her fingers slowly sliding over her genitals. Sofija's large clit was capped by a thin trail of dark hair that tapered off in a triangle.

Gene stepped closer, said, “Holly! Fuck sake...”

The blonde pushed down her sunglasses, didn't stop her fingers. “So, finally I get to meet the stowaway.”

“Stowaway? This is her boat. We stole it.”

“Our boat now. And she's along for the ride.”

“Holly, please. Stop it.”

The blonde paused her fingers, pulled them to her nose, sniffed them and smiled, held out her hand, “oh, fine, Gene. Fresh sample?”

Gene shook his head, for the moment revolted by the young woman's wanton display. Sofija never budged, might have been sleeping. Her large almond-tan breasts jiggled as the boat skipped across the waves, the woman's nipples small and hard.

“What are we doing, Holly? What's next?”

“On our way to Pantelleria, nearly there. We're gonna stop and make contact with Jesus soon. Sure you don't want to fool around while we have the chance?” The blonde again offered her fingers. Gene resisted the urge to sniff them.

“Not now, Holly. Do we have any clothes she could wear? She's nearly naked.” The girl had sat on a bench behind him, her body shivering.

Sofija rose and didn't speak, walked back down the deck and disappeared on the lower level. She returned quickly with a jacket and a pair of thin black pants. “Try these.”

The girl put them on quickly, sat holding her arms around herself. Sofija sat next to her and hugged her, the teen letting herself be drawn onto the naked woman's body.

Gene turned back to Holly, the blonde said without emotion, “Anna almost killed you. If you'd have been anyone else, she would have splattered your brains all over that pathetic creature.”

“I never expected you to be the softer sister.”

“Can't say that I wouldn't have done the same, Gene. Dead weight is dead weight. When we get to Pantelleria, she leaves. On her own or thrown overboard, I don't care. But she doesn't stay with us. We won't be in port long, I expect.”

Holly called to the girl in a couple of languages before finding one that worked. They conversed a moment, the girl welcoming the communication. Holly said to Gene, “name's Nerea, from Spain, her parents owned the boat. They'd been traveling around the Mediterranean for two months, on their way to Turkey with several of her father's friends. She asked if we meant to kill her.”

“And what did you tell her?”

“I said 'yes'.”

“Holly...”

“Oh, fine. I told her she'd be fine, that we'd drop her off in the next port.”

Gene eyed the girl, wondered again what had happened to his daughter, to all of his family. Israel had had no news of them the night before, and the longer they went without making contact, the more Gene began to believe they'd been killed.

- - -

“Your maiden name, Khouri. What is that?”

Tamara answered slowly, “Lebanese. My parents were from there.”

“Ah. Still alive?”

“Who the hell knows? It's only been a week since I talked them, but now...” Tamara sat quietly at the small table, Hannigan watching her closely. The man had showed no reaction to the intimate moments in the night, never mentioned it when he'd roused her with a set of grey stretch pants and top, fresh underwear that fit her a little snuggly, and socks, a pair of thin black sneakers thrown at her feet. She'd donned the clothes while he watched, and she ignored the way his pants tented once more.

A young woman entered the room, whispered in Hannigan's ear. He listened expressionless and nodded, the woman leaving without a word to Tamara.

“So what do I do, Hannigan? Surely I'm not going to stay in this... where are we?”

“Later, Mrs. Polanski. Need to think a moment.”

“Please, Tamara.”

“Tamara. I need to think. Just sit and stay calm, please.”

Hannigan stood and paced as Tamara finished the dry toast and tangerine marmalade, ravenous. She downed a cup of coffee and poured another from the pitcher on the table. Usually she drank it black, but she poured sugar and powdered creamer in, not losing the opportunity to take in extra calories.

“Wait here. Don't go anywhere. It's not safe. I'll be back in less than five minutes. Wait here!”

The serious tone in his voice concerned her. Tamara wondered what had caused the man to appear agitated. She sat while he left the room, turned over in her mind thoughts of trying to escape. She didn't know where she was or what might wait down the hallway, but the urge to flee was a strong one.

She restlessly rocked her legs, her eyes darting all around. She eyed a small steak knife near the sink, grabbed it, kept it locked in her grip as she hid it behind her back, wondering if she had the nerve to run it across Hannigan's throat if she saw the chance to escape.

- - -

“Any of you handle a weapon before? Guns?”

Lauren spoke up, replied, “I have. A pistol... a few days ago.”

“Good. Here.” She reached into a small leather bag and pulled out a small silver sidearm, pressed it into Lauren's hand. “Anyone else?”

Both boys shook there heads. Logan said, “I want one, though. Please.”

“Sorry, kid. I appreciate the enthusiasm, but if you've never held one before, I don't want the first time to be on this run.”

Lauren saw Logan pout for the first time, his eyes tight, his lips pursed. It almost made her smile. The cold steel between her fingers returned her to the reality of their situation.

They'd risen before dawn and huddled around the wooden table in the small kitchen. Panthea had served them muesli and blueberries, sat drinking her coffee next to Lauren. The plan was to head into the nearby town where the woman said she needed to make a call. Lauren hadn't asked why she couldn't just use the landline at the house.

Panthea had appeared paranoid all morning, barely slowing her movements enough to eat, her eyes constantly searching beyond the walls. The woman reached into the bag again, pulled out two clips, said flatly, “stick these in your pocket. Rather have them and not need them.” She'd explained little other than that they were to stay in the car and wait while she ran her errand.

The woman had them up and ready to move after the quick breakfast, the light of the day drawing up over the distant mountain. They piled into the small square four-door and Panthea set them off down the winding dirt path she called a driveway. Lauren sat up front, the boys in the back. Panthea looked at the teen, said calmly, “remember the safety. Shit gets hot, remember the safety.”

Lauren's stomach rolled as the car approached the shadowy valley.

- - -

The boat had idled for almost an hour while Anna tried to make contact with Jesus. The man had maintained silence and the short blonde was becoming frustrated.

“Goddamn him. We're just sitting here, exposed. Fucker's supposed to be on target already. Holly, goddammit, please put your clothes on and get ready!”

The younger blonde was sitting on the railing, her ass hanging over the water, piss streaming out of her snatch. She giggled as she urinated, rocked her hips a few times, and jumped down and headed toward the stern.

Gene was beside the stowaway, Nerea's head resting in his lap. She'd fallen asleep against Sofija. When it came time to slow and stop, the woman had looked at Gene softly, asked if he'd keep her company.

The girl's face was pressed into his crotch. He'd had to shift uncomfortably a couple of times to keep from becoming erect. It was an automatic response, one he mostly successfully vetoed.

Holly returned wearing her black suit, weapons and packs strapped to her waist and vest. She looked down at Nerea, a soft smile came to her face. “Maybe I wouldn't have killed her. She's quite pretty.”

“Knock it off, Holly. Please.”

“Can't help what we're attracted to, Gene. I suspect you know exactly what I mean.”

The teen girl against him and Holly's suggestion led him to remember the sexual thoughts he'd had about his daughter. The dream where he fucked her, the moments he'd pressed his flesh onto her hip and her breast. His cock defeated his restraint and rose quickly to press against Nerea's cheek.

Holly smiled when he said nothing. “Hmm. Thought so. Anyway, still no luck with Jesus. Could be that things got hot. For now, we wait.”

“Run, wait, run, wait. There's not grey between them these days.”

“Life's a bitch, Gene.” She approached him, knelt, ran her fingers under his nose. The scent of her pussy soaked into Gene's senses. “You know you love that.”

He pushed her hand away, but it was with less firmness than he'd intended, the arousing odors keeping his cock hard. Holly giggled, looked down, held her fingers under Nerea's nose a few seconds, then stood, laughed, and walked back to the cabin.

- - -

“Put this on.” Hannigan had swept into the dining area, a large grey bag over his shoulder. He handed Tamara a face mask. “Hurry.”

“What's going--”

“No time. Put it on, follow me. Quickly!”

Tamara slipped the mask over her face. Hannigan adjusted the straps a bit too tight on her head, nodded, slipped on a similar mask, and headed out the door.

They ran down a hallway, thin tendrils of smoky air trickling down the stairs. Hannigan turned back, shouted, “just keep moving! Follow me!”

They ascended the steps, the grey-blue smoke becoming thicker. It was hard to see. Tamara's breath became heavy, she struggled to control her rising fear, the masking making her feel claustrophobic.

Hannigan took her hand, she could see a pistol in his other. They trotted steadily through a large hall and up another flight of stairs, the visibility reduced to a couple of feet. They raced on, Tamara barely trusting that Hannigan could see any better.

He pulled her to the right as they flew from the open doorway, the smoke clearing immediately. A truck sat idling and he practically threw her into the passenger seat. He ran around and climbed up, threw the vehicle in drive, and slammed the accelerator.

Heads turned toward them from all directions. There were shouts. Hannigan took a hard left, speed down the thin concrete drive. They passed small grey huts and a longer green building. He grunted, “hold on!”

The truck slammed through a metal gate and ramped into the air, coming down hard on the front axle. Tamara held the door grip with white knuckles, her pulse pounding above the sounds of the heavy truck.

- - -

Finch held onto the door grip tight as the small car took a sharp turn just before the tree-thick town came into view down the valley. Panthea had had nothing to say on the drive, keeping her thoughts to herself.

He wondered if Lauren was as frightened as he was. He knew from the look on Logan's face that the boy had a mix of fear and thrill, an occasional smile creeping onto his face. Finch wished he could so easily find pleasure in their adventures, but all he found was a hollow terror that he'd be killed at any moment.

They pulled up near a small diner. Panthea sat a moment, then turned to Lauren. She said, “stay here. Keep the doors locked. You see anything that looks like it might be sketchy, drive that way about two miles, and if no one follows you, wait by the big intersection.”

Logan spoke up, “and if we're followed?”

“Keep going.”

Lauren looked at her younger brothers, fear in her eyes. “Are you just going to leave us?”

Panthea opened her door, said quietly, “not if I can help it.”

- - -

Gene tried his best to move the sleeping teen off his lap, but every time, her arms shot out and held onto some part of him. He started to believe she wasn't actually sleeping. Gene's cock continued to throb no matter what he did. The teen's warm face did little to help.

Wistin came up to the bow, walked slowly to the rail. “Dunno what's going on out there. Jesus is still silent. We wait no more than an hour before we gotta move.”

“Move where.”

“Still debating that.”

“Making decisions without me? That's fucked up.”

“Sorry, Gene. Nerea was so comfortable, no one wanted to disturb you.” There was edge of bitter sarcasm in his voice. “Anyway, they're coming up in a few, the sisters... wanted some time to themselves while we waited...”

Gene groaned as he understood the hidden meaning, his penis pulsing in his pants. He secretly wished he had taken Holly up on her earlier offer, it would have left him better able to focus on the situation they faced.

Nerea finally rose a bit. Her hand brushed past Gene's bulge, sending a shiver into his body. She paused, looking at his crotch, then looked up at him with a mouth slightly open, questioning look on her face.

“Sorry,” he groaned weakly. The girl sat back, her eyes again looking down at this lap before darting away.

Holly, Sofija, and Anna joined them on the bow. Holly slid in beside Gene. He could smell the pussy on her breath as she leaned in close and kissed his cheek.

Anna started, “so. Jesus is mute, we gotta make a call. I figure there are two bad choices and a lot of worse ones. We can pull into Pantelleria, try to steal some fuel and move back to Xlendi to regroup. Other option is to use what fuel we have left to sprint to Kelibia.”

Gene asked, “Kelibia?”

“Northeast Tunisia. About the closest point to where we are now. We have no assets available there, but we can't stay out here. This boat is hot, certainly tagged, can't stay on it much longer.”

Gene thought a moment. “What advantages to going to Pantelleria?”

“Chance to find out what happened to Jesus. Small chance, mind you.”

“And what can he do for us that makes it worth the risk?”

Holly answered, “turn water into wine.”

Anna was harsh, “knock it off, Holly! We have to settle this and settle it now!”

Gene said firmly. “I vote Tunisia.”

“Me too,” Holly's voice had an edge of humor, “I go where Gene goes.”

He gave her a sour look, glanced to see Nerea watching the group warily.

Wistin said slowly, “I think we have to make Pan. Jesus's connections to the backbone are crucial right now.”

Sofija replied quicker, “but we don't even know if he's alive. You know protocol. If an agent isn't responding, it usually isn't safe to be where he is. We can't go.”

“I agree.” Anna ended the discussion. “We move now. No more delaying it.”

- - -

Despite her worrisome instructions, the errand had gone off quickly and without incident. Lauren sat with her back against the tank on the commode. She'd needed a minute to collect herself after the tense hour in the car. It had felt unreal. The pistol in her hands, the frightening moments the woman was out of her sight.

Panthea was making rice and steamed cabbage, the house smelled like a rotting leather. While the odor wasn't pleasant, Lauren acknowledge that her stomach had no problems anticipating the meal.

It was still early morning as they ate the food. Panthea seemed content to keep silent and make sure they all ate their fill. She'd said little about the call, only mentioning that things were in motion and she'd know more later that night.

The day passed with nothing to do. Panthea maintained her paranoid vigil while Lauren and her brothers sat quietly, munched cheese and fruit, and napped in chairs.

The landline rang as Lauren left the bathroom after her shower wearing the same clothes that been soaked with sweat all day. She hated drawing the soiled panties back to her crotch, but Panthea had offered no other options.

Lauren sat as she watched the woman listen silently with the phone to her ear, one hand jotting notes. She hung up, pulled out a french novel of some sort, and ran her fingers along pages. Moments later, she balled up the note, touched it to a candle, and waited until it had mostly turned to embers before tossing it into the sink and flushing it with the faucet.

Panthea strode into the living room, said quietly, “help is on the way. Mid-morning at the latest, we'll have some help for you. Best finish up your showers. We all need some sleep.

- - -

It had been weeks since Logan had masturbated, or so it felt to him at the time. He stood under the warm water, running his soapy hands between his legs. The contact made his small penis rise and grow hard.

He was starting to get used to the excitement of danger, or so he thought. He absently stroked his cock as he imagined all the things he'd been through in the past few days. His mind went quickly to memories of his sister's body, dripping with water.

His dick jumped in his hand as he saw again her lovely round breasts. He wondered if she liked to have her boobs touched. He hoped so.

His fist flew along his short shaft, quick pumps creating just the right friction. His hips jerked, his fist jerked, and he spewed two long, thick ropes of semen toward the drain. The shower rained down as he came, quickly washing his jism away.

Logan panted, smiled again, thought, I bet she does like her boobs touched. Hope she'll let me when we win.

- - -

They pulled into a copse of short, thick trees and sat silent a moment before Tamara's questions bubbled forth. “What is going on, Hannigan?! What the hell just happened?”

“I saved your life.”

“Saved my life?”

“Here's the deal. Playa Gordo was looking for you. They found you by the road and brought you to their compound. I thought they just meant to keep you as a pawn, someone to ransom, maybe to use as bait for your husband. I don't know. But earlier a decision was made to bring you to the Mantis.”

“Mantis?” It made no sense. “What?”

“He's a scrawny little Peruvian they fly in to work his magic, to get people to talk. They must think you are someone worth the effort, or maybe they thought they'd draw your husband quickly and the Mantis would work on him, I dunno. But he flew in this morning, and I was instructed to bring you to him.”

“Why escape? What does this mean?”

“No one goes before the Mantis and enjoys it, Tamara. Believe me. I saved your sanity, if not your life.”

She sat silently a moment. “Why you? Who are you?”

“I worked with PG for the last six months. I... I once worked for Victor. Not directly, as an agent of M1 in the Balkans. I caught on to what he was up to months ago, brought all I knew to the PG brass. They offered me an assignment and I jumped at the chance.”

“What is Victor up to?”

“He wants to rule the world.”

“How is that different from Gordo or No Limits or any of the others?”

“Victor's model includes a fairly negative aspect.”

“Such as?”

“He believes the world would be better off with a few billion less people, and he apparently believes he has the means to make that happen.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“What he wants with your husband, I'm not sure. I think Gene has knowledge of a lynchpin, something that Victor has or needs that is crucial to pulling off the mass killings. I wish I knew more.”

Tamara thought of her husband, the loss numbing over the days and yet still burning stronger with each memory surfacing unbidden. She ached to see him again, ached to feel his lips on hers once more. All the times she'd taken him for granted flashed and boiled inside her, and she hoped for one more chance to redeem herself.

“We're heading on a long trip. I don't know who to trust right now. PG will already be onto us, so piss if you need to, we need to move.”

“Where are we running to this time?”

“Pakistan.”

“Lovely.”

- - -

Panthea slid into bed beside her, laid on her back as Lauren did the same. She was tired, though not nearly as exhausted as she'd been the day before. The calm hours following the stressful trip to town had helped to steady Lauren's nerves and left her feeling almost human again.

“Tell me something,” Panthea said quietly, “how are you holding up? I... I know I can be cold to most people, I've been told it many times, but... I hope you are doing ok. You and your brothers. Shame that you're in this situation.”

Lauren exhaled, said, “guess I'm ok. Wish Mom and Dad were here, I'm scared for them.”

“Yeah, I get it. Not a helluva lot we can do right now, unfortunately. In the morning we'll see if we can get things moving in the right direction.”

“Ok.” Silence followed, then the slow movement of the bed beside her. Lauren glanced over to see the sheet moving and knew the woman was masturbating.

Lauren debated doing the same, but Panthea's questions caused her to pause. “Are you a virgin, Lauren?”

The fifteen-year old hesitated, finally said, “n-no, no.”

“Ah, good. Had a boy between your legs? A boyfriend?”

“Yeah... uh, yeah, my boyfriend.”

“Ever had a girl between your legs?”

Lauren was silent a moment before responding. “N-no...”

“Any interest?”

“Uhm... what do you mean?”

Panthea's voice was softer than normal, an edge of sensuous sweetness that Lauren caught and enjoyed hearing. “Would you like me to touch you there? To lick you?”

The woman's hand slid over Lauren's stomach and stopped there, lingering, not exploring further. The teen didn't answer. Panthea said, “I'll stop. I don't want to do anything you don't want. Just... It's been a long time since I've been with anyone so... young... you are so beautiful, Lauren. I could make you feel really good right now... If you want that...”

Lauren's thighs spread ever so slightly, her breath caught, the hand on her stomach warm through her shirt. “I... uh...”

“Unless you say 'yes,' I'll stop. Only then.” Panthea's hand began to pull back.

Lauren's voice was soft when she said “yes...” The woman's hand began to move Lauren's zipper down slowly.

- - -

They were only five hours into the drive, stopping once to fuel and take on water and a few bags of food. Hannigan had bought several thick twenty-gallon containers, filled those with fuel as well, stored them in the bed of the truck.

Tamara felt sticky, uncomfortable. The truck was older, a rough military-use short-bed with no frills, no air conditioning, and seats that could use more than an inch of padding. Her ass was sore, her legs ached, cramping.

Hannigan drove in silence, told her at one point, “gonna take about to five days to get where we're going, some tricky border crossings, might have to leg some parts, which will make it take much longer. Let's hope we can avoid detection. We need to lose this truck at some point, it's hot and would stick out if someone is watching for it. Got a connection in Serbia. We'll swing her way and see if she can help us out. Otherwise, just hang in. Sleep while you can, but keep that weapon where you can grab it. Things could get dicey.”

His words drowned her in the reality of her situation. Miles were growing between her and her children, and she ached inside to think she was abandoning them. She'd spent close to an hour arguing with Hannigan, demanded he go back to where she'd lost sight of them near the roadblock. He'd refused, reasoned that her children would not have stayed in the area, and trying to find them would put all of them at risk.

So, Tamara leaned against the door, head banging from time to time as the truck zoomed into the evening, trying to let go of the fear and the anxiety, found the only thing that brought her a layer of peace was to think about Hannigan's cock. Tamara felt a twinge of anger at herself for breaking the rules, fucking the man without a condom and letting him ejaculate inside her. It dissipated, the circumstances extreme and she knew Gene would understand. She hoped he missed her, hoped he was ok, and returned her mind to thoughts of Hannigan's penis inside her, just enough to keep the worst of her nausea away.

- - -

Panthea's fingers slipped into her pants through the open zipper, sliding quickly under the edge of her panties. The woman mewled, said, “oh, my. You are so tender... and wet...” Her hand slid along Lauren's genitals, slickness spreading quickly as the woman explored her sex.

Lauren was tense, the sensation not unpleasant but was unexpected. She'd never been touched by a woman before. It was softer than Lance, no doubt. Panthea's touch lingered, tested each fold gently, a finger danced around her vagina but didn't penetrate it. The woman rolled into her, a finger finally slipping into Lauren's little hole, and kissed the teen's neck sweetly.

Lauren sighed with pleasure as Panthea's finger pushed inside her body. Her clit swelled, pushed up against the woman's palm, the teen unwilling to stop her sighs and the rolling of her hips against the contact. It felt fantastic, Panthea's touch gentle, explorative, carefully touching each inch of her sensitive flesh.

Panthea withdrew her hand, brought her fingers to her nose and sniffed them, shuddered, ran her hand down into her own crotch and spread Lauren's juices on her own pussy. She masturbated a moment, then pulled down the sheet and Lauren's pants, settling between the girl's thighs. She inhaled again, moaned, and sank down to taste the teen.

Lauren moaned loader as the rough tongue found her vulva, the woman lapping slowly, tenderly, tasting her private flesh. Lauren's hips rose quickly to meet her touch, her labia swelling. Panthea was playing with herself as she ate the teen's pussy, and Lauren enjoyed the way the woman's moans sent vibrations into her cunt and clit.

Lauren whispered, “oh... yes... oh...” Her body tensed, began to burn, tingling shudders moving through her stomach and up her chest. Her nipples swelled, pushed against her shirt as her thighs clenched and parted.

Panthea was dedicated, dipping her tongue deep into Lauren's cunt then running it up to swirl softly around the teen's clit. She hummed as she sucked in the nub, her tongue applying just the right pressure to bring Lauren to orgasm. “nnn-unnn... nnn-unnn... nnn-nnn-nnnUUUUU... NNN-UUNN... Uunnnn... unnn... ohhh...”

Panthea lapped up the sticky cream that slid out of Lauren's opening, her own body shuddering in an orgasm, her moaning muffled between the fifteen-year old's thighs. Panthea came down, pulled back, cream and saliva coating her lips and chin. She stared at Lauren's cunt, lapped it again for a moment, then helped the girl pull her panties and pants back into place.

The woman looked at her hand a moment, the one that had been in her own crotch. She eyed Lauren, the teen panting, watching her, and brought her fingers to the girl's nose. Lauren hesitated, then the smell of wet pussy hit her and she sucked in the arousing scent. The teen was overcome, wanted more, said quietly, “please... can I...”

Panthea understood, slipped her bottoms off, and straddled Lauren's head. For the first time in her life, the teen was looking at a pussy which wasn't hers. The woman's bush was thick but her dark labia pushed out, glistening, smelling of arousal and urgency. Panthea said quietly, “taste me.”

Lauren stuck out her tongue tentatively, let it linger a moment, resting against the woman's bush. Panthea pushed down a bit, the folds of her labia pressing onto the teen's tongue. She shuddered, as did Lauren. The girl tasted pussy for the first time. Well, pussy that was not her own, at least.

She lapped against the woman's sex, the pungent, tart cream she found was intoxicating. The scent of the woman, the taste, the way her tender skin felt in her mouth, it all made her feel very aroused.

Panthea rocked her hips, unzipped Lauren's pants again, and quickly slipped a finger into the teen's pussy. Lauren moaned into her cunt, sharp flavors rinsing over her tongue and washing down her throat as the hand on in her crotch had her again building and burning.

The woman bucked suddenly, bucked, bucked again, moaned, “yes... yes... yes... yes... oh... oh... oh... ohhhhhhh... ohhhhhh... ohhhhhhh... yessssssss...” She came on Lauren's face, the teen lapping quickly at the juices drooling from Panthea's crotch.

Lauren loved the tastes, loved making the woman cum on her face. The finger in her crotch found her clit and stroked it quickly, Lauren's body shuddering into a strong second orgasm as she moaned into Panthea's hairy cunt.

Panthea rolled off Lauren's face as they both washed with pleasure, sticky, sweaty. She laid on her back a moment before sliding off the bed and pulling on her panties and then her pants. Lauren zipped up, watched the woman with her mouth open, lips coated in her cream. Panthea brought the covers up and got back into bed.

She eyed Lauren a moment, the reserved, firm look coming back to her face. She said quietly. “You're a special young woman, Lauren, and not just because of that. If life has taught me anything, it is this: you regret more the things you don't do than the things you do. I try to live by that, and... thank you for letting me be with you like that. I hope you enjoyed it.”

Lauren closed her eyes a moment, nodded, even smiled a bit, said, “yeah... different... yeah, I liked it...” The woman pressed her lips to Lauren's, the teen knew Panthea was tasting herself. They kissed a moment before the woman rolled back, gave her the smallest of smiles, and turned over, quickly asleep.

Lauren laid on her back a while, sleep slowly moving over her. She didn't reflect too much on what she'd just experienced. After all she'd been through, it was just one more thing to process some day. For the time, though, she enjoyed the way her body was flushed, tingling, and relaxed, and tried to give in to the urge to fall into a comfortable sleep.