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Authors name: Francis Dashwood (Address withheld)
Story title : LAUREN GISSAL

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Lauren Gisal   
by Frances Dashwood
   

Chapter 1 
 
Thursday 9th July 

Lauren watched the convoy of coaches winding their way
from the lush green valley a few hundred meters below.
They slowly snaked and shuddered up towards the mountain
pass, bound for Italy and the crystal clear lakes beyond.

She envied the tourists their freedom and opportunity to
explore beyond the closeted environment of the picturesque
alpine valleys. Recently, her own yearning for discovery  
had driven her to feign sickness. She had walked one
glorious summer day up through the dark, steeply sloping
forest to emerge again into the shimmering heat of the
late morning and there, lazing on the deserted mountainside,
she had gazed down at the people in their tiny villages
below. The weather had been perfect, the sun shining
brilliantly in a cloudless blue sky, reflecting off the
snowy mountain peaks, with just a hint of a breeze that
cooled her tanned face and rippled the soft down of her
arms.  
 
Andleburg, the village where her grandmother had settled
forty years earlier, was a few kilometers from Interlaken.
It possessed an air of bygone tranquillity coupled with
stunning views of the Jungfrau and the majestic mountain
range beyond. But occasionally, more so recently, she had
felt cramped and concerned that while time marched on in
the world at large, it passed over Andleburg with abandon,  
choosing to concentrate on a more receptive audience in
the larger towns.  
 
Lauren was not one of the village's prettiest girls, but
her features were distinctive, characterised by her boyish
face, deeply set brown eyes and strong nose. It was a face,
she thought, that people would find pleasant rather than
beautiful, that people would be happy to kiss as a duty
rather than as a source of pleasure. Her skin was perfect
and unblemished from the childhood ravages of chicken pox
or measles. Her wavy brown hair normally fell to her
shoulders, but was constrained presently by an elastic band
(the height of fashion, she thought to herself) and tied
back. 
 
A sharp crack brought her out of her reverie, as Lauren
realised that some optimistic team-mate had passed the
ball to her. 
 
"Lauren Gisal, for goodness sake run with the ball, look
around you!"  shouted the games-mistress, umpire and part-
time sadist Miss Connely, in her Irish-accented Swiss-German. 
 
She was a petite woman who in Lauren's estimation was about  
twenty-five. She looked like as though her body had given
up adding inches to her stature during her mid-teens to
concentrate on providing a mane of straight dark hair that
hung down to her waist, tied back in a similar manner to
Lauren's at the nape of the neck. Miss Connely wore a
tracksuit making it difficult to judge her physical build,
although the tracksuit looked only partially filled.  Lauren
remembered that she had seen her undressing in the staff
changing area a couple of weeks ago and had remarked to
Nikki at the time that she could have passed for one of the
senior girls. 
 
"I don't think so" Nikki had said, "she looks like a
virgin". Lauren smiled at the conversation, looked up
towards the goal and hit the ball resoundingly. She was
surprised to see it scythe through the grass at great speed,
and moreover, in the direction that she had wanted. The flow
of adrenaline and the rush of expectation subsided as  
quickly as it had begun, as the opposing goalkeeper gathered
the ball safely just to the side of the net. 
 
She counted herself among the more fortunate of her con-
temporaries.  She had a family who had few financial worries,
she had a brother (Lauren saw Mike only when he returned from
boarding school), she had a very comfortable house and now
had found a wonderful friend in Nikki Brugen. Although Lauren
had lived in Andleburg all of her life, Nikki had arrived only
a couple of years ago due to her family's relocation - her
father managed one of the largest hotels in the area. It had
taken only a few weeks for Lauren and Nikki to become the  
staunchest of allies, confiding in secrets and personal
tittle-tattle that is usually reserved for one's inner-most
thoughts. Nikki was a never-ending source of knowledge (on
occasions inaccurate but always entertaining) which came from
eavesdropping in the hotel. Lauren's father, who worked for
a government research department, rarely overheard gossip or
conversation that was interesting, unless of course import
quotas could be considered suitable material for the exchange
of whispered wisdom. 
 

Lauren determined that she had spent the past thirty 
minutes walking, trotting and running around the rectangle 
of grass to little advantage, the ache in her limbs 
testament to her exertion. There was a hint of shape in her 
long brown legs, accentuated by her red socks at half- mast 
and her dark blue games shorts. Recent months had replaced 
her gangly features with a recognisable feminine form. Some 
of the girls said that the exercise would help to give them 
beautiful legs in later life, but Lauren was a firmer 
believer in destiny and fate being responsible for shaping 
her legs and every other event in her life. The final 
whistle sounded, and so she spun on her heel and headed for 
the changing rooms, noting that Nikki's game must have 
ended earlier as her pitch was now empty. 

As she trudged past the goal post, she looked across the 
fence of the field and down again into the valley. She 
could see pollen and seeds flying into the summer air as 
Mr. Hubert, who owned the Chemist shop in town, cut a plot 
of very tall grass in his back garden. Mixed in with the 
grass were buttercups, daisies and edelweiss, and the scent 
wafting up to the school was rich and comforting. In 
contrast, Lauren thought, to Mr. Hubert's one and only 
little girl, Claudette, who was in the same class as Lauren 
and had recently become a thorn in her side. The animosity 
had started, as far as Lauren could recall, in this spot, 
the hockey pitch, when Lauren had accidentally swiped 
Claudette across the shins with her stick. In revenge, 
Claudette had struck Lauren on the back of her legs while 
Miss Connely was repeating commands for the linguistically 
disadvantaged. That was a week ago today, and they had not 
spoken since. 

Despite Lauren's lack of exertion, she was hot and sweaty 
from the afternoon's exercise and small beads of 
perspiration clung to her forehead. She looked forward to 
the end of term, only ten days away, when she wouldn't have 
to run up and down in the heat, and could lay by the hotel 
pool with Nikki - assuming that Nikki's father didn't 
object to them occupying "marketable real-estate in premium 
season" as he called the few square feet they needed. 

Lauren entered the main changing area for the school and 
turned into the girl's section. At the far end of the 
changing rooms she could see Miss Connely standing already 
by the entrance to the showers, waiting to catch some poor 
girl who tried to leave without showering. Noise echoed 
around the room as girls shouted, lockers slammed and the 
showers hissed. 

The rows of benches were arranged three on each side of the 
central aisle leading to the showers and could accommodate 
about one hundred girls. Presently, there were fewer than 
fifty, all in various states of undress. Lauren recalled 
how painful it was during the winter, after the freezing 
temperatures outside to undo her buttons and pull off the 
heavy hockey shirts. Today there was no such problem as she 
sat down on the bench seat to remove her boots. She knocked 
the mud off them and walked over to her locker to retrieve 
her white towel and clothes. A pair of her classmates 
skipped past her on their way to the shower, their cute 
bottoms showing a hint of shape. 

She returned to the bench and pulled down her socks, 
discarding them by her side. Despite the cacophony of 
shouting and giggling, Lauren returned to her reverie, 
remembering her fascination almost a year ago when she 
discovered two or three minute hairs growing above her 
vagina. She had wondered how long they had been there and 
that night had taken a long look at herself in the mirror 
in her parent's bedroom, striking a number of poses in a 
similar fashion to those she had seen on the Miss World 
contest. Returning to bed, her hands had explored every 
potential source of interest, finding conclusive evidence 
that her breasts were starting to form. She had pulled her 
nipples and discovered that they did indeed get hard and 
elongated, just as she had hoped they would. 

Lauren stood up and saw the steam billowing through the 
doorway of the showers. Ms Connely looked at each of the 
girls as they made their way to and from the shower stalls, 
trying to be the model of supervision and discretion. With 
a thumb either side, Lauren pulled her shorts down past her 
knees, bringing each leg up in turn to allow them to drop 
to the floor. She took hold of her shirt and pulling 
upwards, removed it in one swift movement to reveal her 
small breasts. She liked her breasts. In fact, she was very 
proud of them even though she had nothing to do with their 
shape, size or circumference. In her opinion, they were 
classically shaped, and much nicer to look at than the 
girls she seen in her brother's magazines. She hung the 
shirt on the hook above her head, and quickly pulled down 
her knickers. Lauren now had a thin layer of hair growing 
above her vagina, which scarcely concealed the lips of her 
vulva. Then came the walk she detested - past Ms Connely on 
the way to the showers and the feeling of her eyes taking 
in her shape and mentally comparing her to the other girls. 
The return journey, for some obscure reason didn't matter; 
she could look at her bum all she wanted. 

Lauren took her towel and strategically moved it as she 
walked down the aisle. Few of the other girls looked at 
her, although Lauren glanced at Annika sitting naked on the 
end of the final row. She noted that she had large breasts, 
much larger that Lauren's, and a thick mat of black hair 
between her parted legs. Annika's head leaned to one side 
as she dried her hair and talked to her neighbour, 
Claudette. Lauren quickly averted her gaze, deposited her 
towel on a hook outside the showers, and entered carefully. 

The square shower room was completely white, tiled from 
floor to ceiling in a utilitarian manner and must have been 
about twenty five feet long. It was much warmer than the 
general changing room area, and had a smell that reminded 
her of wash days when she was a child. A small three foot 
high wall ran along the centre of the room with the 
exception of about two feet either end to allow all-round 
access. Lauren took a bar of soap and moved under a vacant 
shower. Two of the girls were shrieking in the corner of 
the room as they tried to rub soap into each other's hair. 

Lauren smiled, and peering through the steam recognised 
Ruth and Alysia who had become very good friends in recent 
months. Ruth deftly moved to position herself behind Alysia 
with her arms around her waist, and rubbed a soapy hand 
across her face. Alysia screamed with delight as they 
fought. 

As Lauren watched, she realised that the whole class was 
growing up quickly, including herself, making the 
transition from childhood into womanhood. Whereas a year 
ago there were only a handful of girls who showed signs of 
development, all the girls in her class were now 
blossoming. The two girls continued to laugh and fool 
around. Lauren noticed that they both had pendulous breasts 
that swayed and bounced as they frolicked in the spray. As 
she continued to stare, she realised that she had been 
watching Ruth's hands roaming over her friend's breasts. 

She was unsure whether the girls were aware of being 
watched, but Lauren was slowly coming to the conclusion 
that while their movements would have been considered 
horseplay a year ago, it could only be described as mild 
petting now. 

Lauren turned quickly towards the wall as a million 
thoughts raced through her mind. She lathered up her hands 
and soaped herself under her arms, then reached up high to 
the shower head and to allow the water to rinse her off. 

Glancing at the two in the corner again for an instant, 
Lauren caught a glimpse of a hand between Ruth's legs 
moving quickly backwards and forwards. Ruth had closed her 
eyes and held firmly onto the wall. Unable to contain her 
curiosity, Lauren turned her back to the shower, and ran 
the bar of soap across her legs while surreptitiously 
watching the action in the corner, convinced by now that 
the mystery hand between Ruth's legs belonged to Alysia. 

The clouds of steam lent a surreal backdrop to the 
performance, as the girl's activities drifted in and out of 
focus while the showers hissed. As the water rinsed 
Lauren's legs, she took the bar of soap and let it lazily 
slide over the contours of her breasts. Unconsciously, 
she paid special attention to her nipples, running the 
corner of the bar of soap around them in small, firm 
circles. Her nipples responded, hardening and crowning her 
delicate breasts. 

Alysia's hand was moving more rapidly now, and Ruth gripped 
the shower head for support, giving her breasts a classic 
shape and preventing them from swinging so violently. The 
steam momentarily parted and gave Lauren a startling view 
of a number of soapy fingers flashing in and out of 
Alysia's vagina. As the picture faded back into steam, she 
saw Ruth's mouth slowly open and heard a low moan from the 
corner as though she had been hit in the stomach. As 
Lauren's young mind analysed the information she had 
gathered, another part of her was more concerned with 
mimicking the action she had observed, and her hand had now 
found it's way from her breasts to between her own legs 
which were parted further than necessary for standing up in 
the shower. Again, she used the corner of the soap to 
massage her vagina, while her thumb trailed behind adding 
further assistance, the whole action causing her to lean 
forward slightly. The outer lips of her vulva soon parted 
and bubbles of soap ran along the delightful virgin skin. 

With the middle finger of her right hand, she ran over her 
wispy pubic hair and down along the length of her slit, 
exploring and probing as her clitoris became enlarged and 
stood to attention. Lauren felt bubbling activity inside 
her stomach and slightly light-headed. With unconscious 
abandon, her middle finger slipped into her tight little 
hole up to the second knuckle while the palm of her hand 
rubbed over her clit. Slowly, she extracted the finger and 
marveled in the pleasure that emanated from within her 
pussy. While she had experimented before to this degree 
there was something intangible this afternoon that added an 
extra dimension of intensity. As her actions became more 
confident, her pussy lips fought to retain their hold on 
her finger each time she pulled it out, giving up their 
little prisoner with increasing reluctance. Her anus joined 
in the celebration, squeezing tightly in a seemingly random 
manner. 

"Clean enough down there for you, is it Lauren?" said Anke 
as she moved under the adjoining shower. 

"What? Oh, er, really hot games today" said Lauren, 
fumbling with the soap. 

"Yeah, I caught the tail end of their act too. Not the 
first time you know" she said with an air of 
confidentiality. 

"Oh, I wasn't watching, just dreaming." 

"Whatever" said Anke, grabbing a bar of soap as she turned 
her back to Lauren. 

Regaining some of her composure she left the showers, took 
her towel from the hook, and skirted around the ever-
watchful Miss Connely. She was aware of an unusually warm 
glow between her legs, and determined that as soon as she 
had the chance, she would play with herself and a bar of 
soap again. 

She returned to the bench and stood with her right leg on 
the seat, toweling herself as she replayed the action in 
her mind. Only as she dried between her legs did she 
realise that she was still very aroused, and immediately 
brought her leg back to the floor to preserve her modesty. 

Confused, Lauren reached for her white knickers in the pile 
of clothes and quickly stepped into them and pulled them 
up. It sounded like Ruth and Alysia were still fooling 
around as a cheer went up from the shower area. Lauren 
remembered that she had promised to invite Nikki for tea at 
her house, so she hurriedly slipped her blouse on and did 
the buttons up. She checked the waistband of her knickers 
to ensure she had not put them on the wrong way round, 
and sat down on the edge of the bench to pull on her white 
socks. She stuffed her bra into her skirt pocket and pulled 
her skirt up, zipping it at the side. Finally, she jumped 
into her shoes, grabbed her towel and school bag, and flew 
out the door. 

Turning left into the main corridor she breathed in the 
fresh, cool air. Lauren pulled off the elastic band holding 
her hair and let the brown locks fall over her shoulders. 

She took a hairbrush from her bag and quickly ran it 
through her hair giving it some semblance of order even 
though the ends were still wet. Her pleasure from the 
anticipated meeting was evident as she jumped over a small 
wall surrounding a formal flower bed. As she landed, she 
again thought that she must have dressed upside down or 
inside out or something, but decided it could wait until 
later. 


Chapter 2


Nikki was leaning against the wall of the school just 
outside the gates, watching the traffic coming up the hill 
from the bus stop. As Lauren approached, Nikki smiled and 
started to walk slowly down the hill waiting for Lauren to 
catch up. From behind, Nikki looked like another average 
schoolgirl, with flat black shoes and socks that should 
have been pulled up to her knees. Her legs had more shape 
than Lauren's, but were shorter, giving Lauren a height 
advantage of a couple of inches. Nikki's blonde hair was 
parted in the middle with a fringe over her eyes, falling 
loosely either side of her head and down to her shoulder 
blades. As Lauren caught up with her, she noted that 
Nikki's breasts were at least a couple of inches larger 
than her own, and could recall that the last time they had 
been in the showers they certainly wobbled a little. Her 
face was impish, cute and rounded with a small nose and 
bright blue eyes. And in a similar fashion to Lauren, she 
was only average in the beauty stakes.

"What kept you, I thought you were just behind me?" said 
Nikki loudly.

"Hey Nik, you'll never guess what, it was so weird" 
whispered Lauren, looking furtively about her.

"Tell me, tell me" said Nikki, genuinely excited. Given 
Lauren's usual inability to be the harbinger of gossip, 
this had to be world-class. And so Lauren recounted the 
story of Ruth and Alysia in the showers (although she would 
only say at first that it was two girls until Nikki 
demanded the truth), and mentioned that it seemed that they 
were enjoying themselves. Lauren continued the story with 
the arrival of Anke, and explained that there had been some 
misunderstanding about her washing herself.

"Hey, what's the big deal? So you did it in the showers, 
everyone's doing it somewhere or other, stupid!" said Nikki 
treating her expose as an enormous joke. Lauren didn't try 
and argue that it was a misunderstanding; Nikki knew her 
too well and Lauren realised that there was no sense 
prolonging the facade, so she just turned to Nikki and 
grinned wickedly at her. Nikki smiled and nudged her in the 
ribs like a fellow conspirator as they turned to walk side 
by side to the bus stop.

Lauren felt a mixture of relief and excitement. She was 
surprised that not only did Nikki confirm that she played 
with herself, but that she thought everyone else did as 
well. On balance she felt that more experimentation in the 
bath tonight was called for in the name of self-awareness. 

As she reflected on the nature of the conversation with 
Nikki and her light treatment of the subject, she couldn't 
help wondering why she hadn't talked to Nikki about it 
before, if it wasn't such a big deal. It would certainly be 
easier to talk to her than her mother. On balance, she 
considered herself very lucky to have such a vivacious and 
mischievous friend as Nikki.

"Oh, and I think I have some of my clothes on inside out, I 
feel strange" mentioned Lauren as they arrived at the 
newsagents. "Hang on, I need to get a mag for my mum, come 
on," she said, pulling Nikki into the shop.

"Where do you feel strange? Perhaps you've got your period" 
said Nikki, taking down a men's magazine from the shelf 
behind the stationery and books.

"It was last week. Hey, you can't look at that!" squealed 
Lauren, grabbing the magazine. She reached up to replace it 
on the shelf, causing four or five others to fall from the 
top shelf to the floor. Hurriedly, she gathered them 
together as she blushed profusely, feeling the eyes of 
other shoppers on her as she squatted on the floor. She 
stood, showed a copy of "Metrofile" to the curious girl 
beyond the counter and offered her the correct money.
Leaving the shop, they crossed the road and leaned against 
the bus stop. The daily ritual of traveling by bus meant 
that they only had two minutes to wait and then a twenty 
minute ride as the bus looped around the village before 
crossing the valley and heading back up the hill to where 
both Lauren and Nikki lived.

They boarded the bus and made their way to the back seat as 
usual, sat down and flicked through the magazine until they 
found the problem page. Silence reigned as the two girls 
read about a woman whose husband wanted her to invite 
friends to their house to watch them have sex. One 
paragraph that received prolonged attention was concerned 
with how her husband wished his wife to masturbate him, 
including orally. Lauren and Nikki were delighted that the 
letter contained graphic detail of what the husband wanted 
her to do.

"Can you imagine, having sex while people are holding you? 
I wonder what it's like?" whispered Nikki, rhetorically.
"Come on, next, next!" answered Lauren, turning the page. 

The next letter was a long one from a young girl in 
university who wanted to know why she had started her 
course a virgin and now felt it was compulsory to have sex 
with as many different boys as possible. The girl was sure 
that her requirements were abnormal and went on to say that 
she didn't think she ever orgasmed.

"Did you orgasm in the showers?" inquired Nikki 
nonchalantly.

"Of course not, I told you."

"Hey, relax, you would know if you have. I know I haven't 
ever, not if it's like it is in the films."

Now this was news to Lauren which needed investigating, but 
today was getting out of hand and making Lauren nervous. 

Her calm little world of day-dreaming had been shattered by 
revelations and conversations that were both graphic and 
personal. On the one hand, she felt uneasy with herself and 
on the other she felt reassured that Nikki was there to 
defend her emotions as required. The warm glow from between 
her legs convinced her that further investigation was 
warranted.

"What are you talking about now?" asked Lauren nervously, 
staring at the magazine.

"I was helping Dad clear up after a convention had rented 
out most of the hotel, and I found a dirty film in one of 
the VCR's that the guests can rent. I've seen it." Nikki 
mimicked one of the actors by licking her lips and 
squeezing her breasts together.

"Tell me. Now!" insisted Lauren, giggling at Nikki's acting 
as she shook her arm. For the remainder of the journey, 
Nikki related the contents of the film in almost the right 
order, leaving out some of the action that she found 
difficult to explain or where she thought that Lauren 
wouldn't believe her. At the end of the ride, Lauren's 
knickers had a tell-tale damp patch as a measure of the 
potency of Nikki's narrative.

The bus pulled up about one hundred meters from Lauren's 
chalet-style house, and the girls walked up the hill. The 
house stood back from the road, with a line of fir trees 
forming a border around the side of the ornate garden. The 
roof overhung the three floors by several feet, with it's 
ornately carved and gaily painted woodwork typical of the 
area. A wooden balcony stretched around two sides of the 
house on the uppermost floor. The red-framed windows had 
contrasting black and white wooden shutters either side. A 
small pathway led from the low garden gate up the back door 
on the right hand side of the building.

By this time, Lauren had decided that she had to get out of 
these clothes and find out what was annoying her as the 
feeling was becoming a nuisance. She opened the back door 
with her key and passed through the kitchen into the stone-
floored hallway. Traditional carvings hung on the facing 
wall with a large formal mirror at head height. The wood-
covered walls made the room dark and the large light 
hanging from the ceiling was required most of the day. To 
the left of the hallway were the stairs to the bedrooms, 
bathroom and toilet while further at the end was the 
entrance to the lounge.

Visitors could hardly miss the ornate gilt-framed 
photographs on the hallway walls of Lauren and Mike from 
early ages, playing on the mountainside and paddling in the 
freezing cold lakes. Lauren wished they could be exchanged 
for something, even more recent ones. But her mother always 
said that they were both such sweeties at that age, and the 
photos were her treasures.

Lauren bellowed "Mum" at the top of her voice making Nikki 
jump. 

They received no reply.

"Good, should be a note from her about tea somewhere. 

Whenever they collect Mike at the end of term they're 
always really late," said Lauren looking around.

Both girls dumped their schoolbags on the floor, and went 
back into the kitchen. Lauren left the magazine on the 
table for Nikki to read and found her mothers note stuck on 
the `fridge. In summary, it warned against opening the door 
to strangers, had emergency phone numbers, return times 
that night, and finally a request to take something from 
the freezer and heat it in the microwave. Lauren left the 
note with Nikki and went upstairs. Nikki filled the kettle 
and plugged it into the wall socket. She could hear Lauren 
walking along the landing above and into her bedroom. Just 
as Nikki flicked the switch on the wall, an almighty scream 
filled the house, followed by another and another. Then 
sobbing.


Chapter 3

Nikki raced out of the kitchen and bounded up the stairs 
three at a time. She burst into Lauren's bedroom to find 
her face down on her yellow bedspread, sobbing into her 
pillow. Nikki noted that she had all her clothes on (minus 
her shoes) and there seemed to be no obvious reason for her 
bewildered state. Nikki looked across the bed and noted 
that the yellow curtains round the window were open. The 
white dressing table, desk and bookcase around the room 
were all in order. The top drawer of her four drawer chest 
was open, revealing her collection of underwear.

"Lori, what the hell's wrong? Speak to me!"

"Claudette" was the only response in between sobs. Nikki 
could see tears running down Lauren's cheek. She sat down 
on the edge of the bed and put her hand on Lauren's back. 
Nikki knew only too well of the simmering feud between the 
two girls, but didn't understand how Claudette could have 
hurt her in her own bedroom. She looked down at the pale 
pink carpet around the bed as if expecting a letter, or a 
dead cat or some other token of her affection, but there 
was nothing except scattered make-up, magazines and a 
couple of T-shirts. There was apparently nothing unusual to 
be seen at all although Nikki had often joked that some of 
the posters of pop groups on the walls could have been 
changed for this year's.

Nikki's hand gently brushed her cheek. The sobbing subsided 
slowly as she ran her hand through Lauren's hair. Lauren 
raised her head and rested it on Nikki's lap, allowing a 
tide of tears to trickle onto her skirt.

"The little shit put gum in my knickers, it's everywhere!" 
moaned Lauren. Nikki looked down to Lauren's skirt and 
couldn't see anything. "I can't get my knickers off because 
of the stupid gum. That cow is going to die for this." 
screamed Lauren. Nikki had never seen her so angry, and 
maintained a look of grave concern on her face. Inwardly, 
she thought it was a clever prank that she would have to 
remember.

"What are you going to do? You'll have to get cleaned up 
somehow. 

How much is there?" said Nikki hoping to get a rational 
answer.

"How much can she get in her fat mouth? It's the size of 
the goddamn Eiger!" shouted Lauren. And with that, the 
clouds lifted and the tears slowly subsided to a drizzle - 
at least enough for Lauren to look up at Nikki and smile.

"Is it really everywhere? I mean, is it on your blouse and 
skirt as well?."

"No, I don't think so" said Lauren as she looked down at 
her clothes. 

"I hate that fat bitch! I really, really hate her!"

"OK, so take off your other clothes before it gets on them 
as well. 

Then we'll think about your knickers."

Lauren was suprised by Nikki's authoritative tone and the 
assumption that this was going to be a joint venture. 
However, there was some logic to what she said and there 
was nothing new in being half dressed in front of Nikki. 

Lauren sat up on the bed and undid the buttons on her 
blouse and let it fall, making no attempt to cover her 
naked breasts from the gaze of Nikki who remained sitting 
on the edge of the bed. As she sniffed loudly, she knelt on 
the bed and unzipped her skirt, rolling onto her back so 
she could get it down her legs and off. She then sat up 
again with her legs curled under her and looked at Nikki.

"Now what, then?"

"I don't know, let's have a look. Stand up" said Nikki, as 
she sat with both legs over the side of the bed with Lauren 
between her knees. Nikki took hold of the elastic waistband 
of her little friend's knickers and slowly pulled down. 

Whining sounds and the look on Lauren's face confirmed that 
the gum had well and truly stuck to her knickers and the 
small patch of pubic hair just above her pussy. Nikki 
looked up at Lauren knowingly.

"We'll have to cut the material off, then get rid of the 
gum with a razor. Let's go to the bathroom, there must be 
something there that your Dad uses" said Nikki, getting up 
off the bed.

"Are you crazy? cried Lauren in astonishment. She shook her 
head and looked down at Nikki, thinking hard about the 
suggestion. Again, there was logic in the idea, but having 
someone, even Nikki, so close to her pussy, not just 
touching, smelling and probing but being able to see inside 
and change the appearance of her most personal and private 
place was the most outrageous proposal.

Lauren thought quickly, hoping that there was a more 
palatable solution to her dilemma. Eventually, Nikki's 
obvious care and concern for her friend persuaded Lauren 
that on balance, she should agree - at least until it 
became too embarrassing. As she arrived at the conclusion, 
a genuine warmth was born inside Lauren for her friend, and 
she looked on her with a new degree of friendship. The 
image of schoolgirl chum and giggling little classmate 
diminished as one of companion and fellow teenager of the 
world took its place. Lauren wanted to hug Nikki, but chose 
to refrain, at least until this was over.

"Any better ideas? Perhaps your Mum could do it, or maybe 
your Dad?" joked Nikki, taking her hand as she moved 
towards the bathroom. "Come on, I've used a razor before on 
my armpits, it's no sweat" said Nikki, confidently marching 
out of the room. Lauren followed reluctantly, pleased to 
have had the decision made for her but apprehensive about 
Nikki's ability with a razor. "Where do you keep the 
scissors, and what about your Dad's shaving cream?"

"The scissors will be in the kitchen" replied Lauren as she 
reached the top of the stairs. "I'll get them and bring the 
coffee up. My Dad uses an electric razor so he doesn't have 
shaving cream, but I think he's got some razors for 
emergencies in the bathroom cabinet. Have a look"

"Lori, try and find some cream then down there" shouted 
Nikki as Lauren disappeared down the stairs and into the 
kitchen.

Lauren had to search a couple of drawers before she found 
the large blue scissors that were kept for domestic use. 

She remembered there were some nail scissors in the 
bathroom if they needed them as well. Lauren took two cups 
off the hooks under the cupboard and switched the kettle on 
again to make coffee. The chewing gum was beginning to hurt 
now, and was no doubt responsible for the itch between her 
legs. Lauren sat on one of the kitchen bar stools while 
waiting for the kettle to boil, one foot dangling towards 
the floor while the other was pulled up onto the chair, 
giving her a good view of the problem area and some room to 
scratch. She leaned back onto the kitchen worktop and 
rubbed her vagina with her hand through her knickers, 
trying to reduce the itching. She concluded after a minute 
or two that it was only rubbing the gum deeper into her 
pubic hair, so she crossed her legs tightly and tried to 
forget about it. She ran her hands over her breasts, 
feeling the tightness of the young nipples that perked up 
in response to her attention. She smiled naughtily as she 
ran her finger lightly around each breast, noting the warm 
feeling inside as she massaged the little mounds.

She hadn't really thought about wandering around the 
kitchen in just her knickers in broad daylight. She glanced 
out into the back garden to confirm that nobody was there, 
and looked through the backdoor window. She wondered if she 
had seen a curtain move in the Renzer's house, but there 
was certainly nobody was there now. That would have given 
the neighbours something to talk about, seeing a teenage 
girl with only her knickers and socks on in the kitchen 
apparently playing with herself. She hoped to see the 
children next door, Rebecca and Stefan, during the summer 
holidays because they had a pool in their garden which she 
had enjoyed when the previous owners lived there last year. 

Mum and Dad kept saying that they should make an effort to 
get to know the neighbours once they have settled in.
Lauren opened the fridge and took out a can of pressurized 
cream just as the kettle clicked off. She returned to the 
bathroom with two cups of coffee, the scissors and the cold 
can of cream to find Nikki sitting on the edge of the bath. 

She had placed a towel on the woodwork that surrounded the 
half-full basin, and had obviously found two or three 
disposable razors as they were floating aimlessly waiting 
for action. 

Nikki directed Lauren to sit up next to the basin, and 
positioned her so that her right leg dangled over the edge, 
and the other (after some experimentation) was pulled up 
onto the woodwork, much like the position she had adopted 
in the kitchen earlier. Nikki took the scissors, and after 
exchanging glances, cut the material at its thinnest points 
at her hips, allowing the underwear to fly apart, leaving a 
small heap of cloth in Lauren's lap. 

"I hate her, you know. I'm going to get her back for this!" 
said Lauren, the words hissing between her clenched teeth.
It was now easy to see the way that the gum had adhered to 
the inside of her knickers and her dusky pubic hair. 

Tugging gently at the material, Nikki was able to pull 
another inch away from Lauren's vagina before Lauren's hand 
on her shoulder told her that this was becoming too painful 
for her friend.

"OK, I think we'll have to cut from here" said Nikki, 
snipping off the material below her pussy that wasn't stuck 
too badly. This left a small patch of white cloth between 
Nikki and the very center of Lauren's sex, giving Nikki a 
close-up view of the rising mound of her vagina. Nikki 
looked closely, and noticed the little valley between her 
pussy lips through the material. If Nikki had really looked 
even more closely, she would have seen a small damp spot 
towards the bottom of the cloth, confirming that while 
Lauren had superficial control of her emotions, other 
forces inside her had a different agenda. Nikki inhaled the 
sweet stickiness of the chewing gum wafting up from her 
warm pussy until she realised that she had been staring at 
her friends pubic area without doing anything for rather 
too long. She was about the take hold of the material when 
Lauren tilted Nikki's face upwards to look at her, pushing 
back her friends hair out of her sweet face and behind her 
ear in the gentlest of manners.

"Be careful. I don't .. " Lauren trailed off. She didn't 
know if she wanted to make light of the situation with a 
joke or say thank you for being here to help or whatever. 

Nikki stood up straight and leaning forward, kissed Lauren 
lightly on the forehead. Nikki smiled and crouched back 
down to resume her work. She rested her left arm on top of 
Lauren's leg so that she could hold the cloth and scissors 
without tiring too much. Starting at the top, she pulled 
gently at the cloth, snipping between her knickers and 
Lauren's skin, releasing a little each time. After a few 
seconds, Nikki could clearly see that Lauren's pussy had 
opened to reveal the pink folds of her inner lips with the 
hood of her clitoris standing slightly proud above her 
young virgin tunnel. 

After a couple more cuts about half of the material had 
been removed, and Nikki was well aware of the young dusky 
scent coming from between Lauren's legs. Whether this was 
as a result of her escapade in the showers, or their 
discussions about the problem page, or Nikki's tale of the 
erotic video or Nikki's ministrations or even a culmination 
of all was hard to tell. However, Nikki was quite sure that 
Lauren was aware of the view she presented to her friend, 
and decided that she would make this experience one of the 
utmost pleasure, making up for the discomfort and 
embarrassment that she had been forced to suffer that 
afternoon. Nikki moved her left hand down so that her 
fingers moved over Lauren's clitoris and into the ever-
widening valley between her moist lips. She kept her 
fingers there while pretending to attack a particularly 
stubborn lump of gum. Lauren stiffened noticeably, 
involuntarily increasing her grip on Nikki's shoulder. 

Nikki quickly decided that there was still some work to be 
done, and that sitting up there beside the bathroom sink 
was not the place for a girl's first orgasm. Snipping more 
quickly now, she moved her hands back to the cloth and had 
the whole piece off within a minute.

"There, that wasn't too bad, was it? Now I'll get rid of 
the rest and you'll be back to normal. Coffee time, I 
think," said Nikki, offering one of the mugs to Lauren. 

They drank in silence, remaining in their respective 
positions. Lauren noticed that she could clearly see 
Nikki's nipples through her school blouse, and was 
convinced that she had not seen them in such an aroused 
state since they had both played with each other's breasts 
last summer. The thought vanished from her mind as Nikki 
started to shake up the can of pasteurised cream. Nikki 
squirted a little onto her hand and rubbed the cream over 
the patch of stubble above Lauren's vagina, noticing to her 
satisfaction that her state of arousal had reduced while 
they had coffee. 

"Hey, that's cold!"

With a smile, Nikki used the tips of her fingers to massage 
the cream over Lauren's pussy lips and down towards her 
anus, bringing her fingers back again between her pussy 
lips and up to Lauren's mouth.

"Have a taste" said Nikki, enticing Lauren with a 
mischievous smile.

Lauren's tongue slowly curved up as she lowered her head 
towards the cream-covered hand and licked Nikki's middle 
finger, from the bottom to the top, to the bottom, and then 
all around as she took it in her mouth. Once the finger was 
cleaned of cream, Lauren leaned back on the medicine 
cabinet and giggled in an almost drunken fashion.
"Oh God, this is so ...." She smiled, her head inclined 
slightly to the right as she looked at Nikki through half 
open eyes.

Nikki sprayed a little more cream and administered it to 
the stubble again. Taking one of the razors from the sink 
in her right hand, she checked Lauren's posture. She was 
still sitting approximately how she had been earlier, but 
Nikki pushed her left foot tightly in against her bottom to 
make sure that she had the best possible access to her 
vagina and the patch of cream that seemed to have covered 
much more skin than necessary. Lauren's right leg continued 
to dangle over the edge of the surface, while she propped 
herself up with her right hand, and again placed her left 
hand on Nikki's shoulder.

With a cautious sweep from left to right, she removed a 
swathe of cream and a little of the stubble. Lauren was 
pleased to note a number of things, namely that she still 
had two legs, she hadn't screamed and that the razor seemed 
to have cut through cleanly. 

Nikki continued for a couple more strokes until the 
majority of the upper stubble had been removed. She rinsed 
the razor in the basin and stood up to survey the scene. It 
looked as one would have expected. There was a very young 
girl with a happy face, beautiful breasts, sitting by the 
sink, legs apart with her vagina covered in dairy cream. 

Nikki saw Lauren looking down at the area where her pubic 
hair had been, and noted the sweet face with such a look of 
innocence in her eyes. The little mound of cream over the 
entrance to her vagina looked so inviting, and Nikki felt 
her own body trembling slightly as Lauren again ran a 
finger through the cream and tasted it with her tongue. She 
would have loved to do the same, but there first came a 
real test of dexterity where she had to shave the tiny 
amount of hair that usually covered the upper reaches of 
her young pussy.

Changing razors, she bent down and pulled Lauren's left 
pussy lip across her moist tunnel entrance using the thumb 
and forefinger of her left hand at the bottom and top. 

Slowly, she ran the razor down shaving the lip and turning 
it at the bottom, shaved her inner leg. She repeated the 
process for the other lip. Taking a flannel, she rang out 
the warm water and very gently placed it over Lauren's 
vagina.

"Hold that in place. Go and lie on you bed and I'll finish 
it off and clean you up," she said, watching Lauren's 
little bottom wiggle as she left the room. Nikki took a 
towel and placed it on the worktop. She opened the medicine 
cabinet and helped herself to some small scissors and a 
bottle of Baby Oil, wrapping them in the towel. She went 
quickly next door to the toilet, and lifting her skirt, 
pulled down her knickers and sat on the toilet. Looking 
down, she could see a large damp patch in the gusset, 
evidence of her afternoon of fun. She took the Baby Oil and 
dispensed the smallest amount onto her fingers, guiding 
them to her pussy and around her clitoris. She wiped 
her fingers on the toilet roll, flushed the toilet and left 
with her toys.

She found Lauren lying face up on her bed wearing a new 
blouse although she had not bothered to fasten the buttons. 
The fading sunlight of the early evening flooded the room, 
causing Lauren's tan to be contrasted even more strongly by 
the whiteness of her blouse. Her small breasts caused the 
material to rise slightly either side, and her left nipple 
was just visible underneath the fabric. Her legs stretched 
to the end of the bed, with her hairless pubic mound 
between them beckoning invitingly. Lauren's head was 
inclined towards the door, her lips were parted in the 
beginnings of a smile and her eyes looked longingly at her 
best friend. Nikki placed her towel on the bed and sat on 
the side as she had done less than an hour ago, facing 
Lauren. Glancing at her bedside table, Nikki was pleased to 
see that her small torch was as usual resting on a shelf.

"I'm going to make sure that all the little bits have gone, 
then I think we had better make sure that when I put your 
knickers back on they won't irritate you," said Nikki, 
glancing up and down Lauren's body. Her gaze rested on the 
hairless vagina of her friend, and moving Lauren's legs 
across to the far side of the bed, indicated that she 
wanted to lie down alongside her to get a closer view. 

Lauren lifted her bottom off the bed, pushing her pubic 
mound way into the air (and much higher than necessary) and 
then let herself down again, giving Nikki enough room to 
join her on the bed. She guessed correctly that Lauren's 
sole purpose for the rest of the evening was to reach 
orgasm - a desire that was growing into an obsession as 
evidenced by the natural parting of her outer lips and the 
display of her pretty pinkness. A copious quantity of 
lubrication had already seeped out of her pussy, glistening 
in the evening sun.

Taking the torch, Nikki bent Lauren's legs and pulled her 
knees apart. She flicked the switch on the torch, took hold 
of the small scissors and positioned her head between 
Lauren's legs so that Lauren had to put her right leg over 
Nikki's shoulder. She trained the torch on her newly shaved 
pussy, noting that in fact she had done a remarkably good 
job. There was no chewing gum to be seen, but she had 
missed some small hairs above Lauren's clitoris, which were 
easily accessible thanks to her aroused state. Moving 
Lauren's right outer lip to the side, she gently snipped a 
couple of hairs, making a few little noises to ensure that 
Lauren appreciated the effort involved while preparing her 
for the stimulation that she was about to receive. 

"There are some tiny bits of gum that we ought to get rid 
of if possible. Hang on, I'll see what I can do" lied 
Nikki, putting the scissors out of the way. 

Very lightly, and very slowly, she ran her middle finger 
along the outside of her labia, caressing gently her inner 
thighs, teasing with the suggestion of more intimate 
caresses to follow. Down the right hand side and up the 
left, then around the bottom. Nikki repeated the movement a 
number of times, until she was both convinced that Lauren's 
orgasm was gathering momentum and that Lauren realised that 
this was pure sexual arousal rather than anything to do 
with the gum anymore.

Lauren indeed understood what was happening, and her senses 
focused on the light touch of Nikki's young fingers as she 
caressed the smooth skin of her inner thighs. Her vagina 
felt heavenly as she anticipated that longed for touch 
between her legs. The fingers drifted slowly closer, moving 
from her thighs to just above her clitoris, moving so 
gently around the outside of her pussy as Nikki teased, 
aroused and excited her, promising to touch her very centre 
in a way that nobody had ever touched her before. Lauren 
thought she would scream any minute as her need to feel 
Nikki's fingers on her swollen clitoris overtook all 
rationality she may have possessed. She moved her whole 
body forward to engage her fingers only to sense Nikki 
move out of the way, prolonging her foreplay as she began 
to tremble slightly, her legs wobbling as her stomach 
fluttered delightfully. Nikki watched as Lauren raised her 
legs, desperate for deeper stimulation as she pulled her 
knees towards her chest.

Nikki reached beside Lauren for the Baby Oil and flipped 
the cap. She let a small quantity drop onto the fingers of 
her right hand. Resuming her position, she pulled the hood 
of her clitoris up and exposed the little bud in all its 
splendor. She allowed a drop to fall over it and again, 
delicately, massaged all around it. Taking a few more 
drops, Nikki ensured that both inner lips were coated in 
the magic potion causing them to glint in the torch light. 

Slowly, but absolutely surely by now, Nikki inserted her 
index finger between the folds of skin into her vagina, 
causing Lauren's legs to tremble once again and move 
together. She withdrew her finger and again returned to 
massaging her, waiting to discover whether this was either 
a shock or a moment of intense pleasure. 

"Nik, something's.....God, I feel so trembly..."

Nikki discovered a small, young hand exploring the area 
just above her own knee. Nikki bent her right leg, allowing 
instant access to the knickers inside her open skirt. She 
took the wandering hand and pulled it gently up, allowing 
Lauren to feel the wetness from her vagina, and run a 
finger between her own labia to give a sense of her 
arousal. Shortly, she kissed Lauren above her pussy and 
slid her legs around so that she was sitting facing Lauren, 
directly between her legs and out of the reach of Lauren.

Nikki reached over Lauren's head, took a pillow and placed 
it doubled up under Lauren's bottom. This extra-exposed 
view afforded all the access she needed. Lubricating her 
right hand again, she placed her left hand on the top of 
Lauren's pubic mound, and gently, slowly, inserted two oil-
covered fingers into the depths of Lauren's pussy, this 
time pushing firmly all the way until her little finger lay 
along the hot sweet valley of Lauren's young pussy. Lauren 
let out a gargled groan as new sensations flooded her body, 
registering the two fingers exploring deep inside her 
pussy. Nikki was convinced that Lauren needed very little 
artificial lubrication, given the thick, slick tunnel that 
she had encountered. With all the thoughtfulness of the 
caring child that she was, she allowed Lauren to grow 
accustomed to the sensations between her legs, before 
pushing slightly harder into her, increasing the rate of 
stroking with her fingers as she employed her other hand 
over her engorged clitoris. Nikki marveled at the tightness 
of her pussy, and the grip on her fingers on every stroke, 
which coincided with a now regular moan from Lauren. 

Slowly, she withdrew her slippery fingers and took a 
swollen outer lip between her thumb and finger, running up 
and down the length of it. She swapped to the other lip, 
gently squeezing as Lauren twitched on her bed.

Looking up at Lauren, she saw her running the palms of her 
hands over her breasts, tweaking the nipples occasionally 
and massaging the small cones in fevered activity. Her face 
was contorted seemingly in pain, possibly because she felt 
she might not achieve orgasm, but hopefully because the 
feeling of lust and sexual abandon had now swept away her 
modesty, inhibitions and reserve in a tide of unbridled 
desire for release. Nikki slipped two fingers back inside 
her young friend as they both reveled in the new 
experience. Nikki took a good look at Lauren's vagina, the 
position of her little brown hole, and the secret folds of 
skin that were now fully exposed to her view.

Lauren raised her bottom in time with Nikki, and although 
the syncronisation was (as to be expected from two young 
schoolgirls for the first time) less than perfect, the 
effect when they did connect served to provide deep 
penetration inside Lauren's pussy. Nikki looked down at her 
fingers moving quickly in and out of her friend, and parted 
her own legs in sympathy for her own pent-up desires. She 
felt the walls of Lauren's vagina suddenly relax and then 
contract just as Lauren screwed up her eyes and brought her 
hands from her breasts down in between her legs to rest the 
palms of her hands either side of her virgin pussy. Lauren 
grabbed her feet and pulled them wide and back above her 
body, in the process giving Nikki maximum room to 
administer her therapy.

Lauren's thrusting was curtailed by her position, but her 
whimpering gave Nikki the timing cue she needed, 
understanding from her own efforts how close her friend 
must be at that moment. Deciding to take her the rest of 
the way, she increased the depth and rate of her finger 
fucking, turning her fingers on the way in and out to 
stimulate every conceivable surface inside her beautiful 
friend. 

"Oh, Jeeze!..... Something's going to happen!" panted 
Lauren, a look of shock across her sweaty face.

She bucked violently on top of the pillow, pushing herself 
high off the bed, maximising the power of the thrusting 
fingers that penetrated her. Sensing the final hill, Nikki 
pushed deep into her and put her free hand underneath her 
bottom, grabbing her cheeks while she maintained her rate 
of finger fucking, pushing hard on each down stroke to 
enter as far as possible. Lauren started to say something, 
but no words followed, even though Nikki could see she was 
trying to speak. Her orgasm engulfed her as she felt the 
walls of her vagina pulsing and gripping the fingers 
rhythmically at first, giving way to random seizures of 
pleasure in sympathy with contractions of her vagina. After 
what seemed like eternity, Lauren exhaled loudly and took 
in a deep breath, releasing her vice-like grip on her feet 
and allowing her knees to bend slightly into a more relaxed 
position.

Nikki slowly removed her fingers, and helped Lauren to 
lower her legs onto the bed. She then pushed Lauren onto 
her side and arranged her in a fetal position. Laying now 
the correct way on the bed, she maneuvered herself 
alongside and put her right arm around her waist. Nikki 
kissed the back of her head and pulled Lauren tightly to 
her, cupping her right breast. A feint smile passed across 
Lauren's lips as she drifted into the arms of Morpheus.

Chapter 4

It was over an hour before Lauren woke up, finding Nikki 
still cuddling her and breathing gently. She carefully 
moved her arm, and slid off the bed. From a drawer she took 
a pair of knickers and slowly pulled them up and into 
place. She was relieved to discover that there was no 
particular pain or chaffing as she could have expected. She 
buttoned up her blouse, picked up her skirt off the floor 
and made her way to the bathroom. Nikki had evidently 
cleaned up before they went into the bedroom as it was 
perfectly neat and tidy. Lauren was aware that while she 
could feel her now hairless pussy, she really wanted to 
know what it looked like. The bathroom afforded no means of 
discovery, and so she padded out down the passageway into 
her parents room.

The largest bedroom was also the brightest, and even in the 
late evening sun was bright enough for her purposes without 
switching on the light. Lauren walked across to the 
wardrobe and looked at her image in the big mirror that 
covered one of the doors. As she parted her legs she 
concluded that superficially there was no difference in her 
appearance. She watched her right hand move across her 
stomach and down between her legs, searching for any new 
feelings or sensations that might be found as a result of 
her misfortunes. Lauren considered that she was very lucky 
to have been able to get rid of the gum so quickly, but 
even as this thought passed through her mind, her attention 
was grabbed forcefully by the `apres-shave' that had taken 
place with Nikki. There was definitely, in her mind, some 
rationalisation that was required with respect to their 
love-making.

While for someone ten years older the act of masturbating 
with a friend would have been a major turning point in that 
persons life, Lauren had no such considerations. She knew 
that other school friends were doing something similar, and 
moreover, there was no long-term agenda attached to their 
playing. And so her feelings towards Nikki were separated 
from the afternoon activities they had enjoyed and Lauren 
felt inwardly reassured that she was simply growing up 
rather than embarking on a course into dangerous territory.

Lauren put her thumbs into the sides of her knickers and 
pulled them down. She kicked them over into the corner of 
the room, and sat down in front of the mirror. Sunlight 
streamed through the window, illuminating her legs and 
providing her with a perfect opportunity to view Nikki's 
efforts. She bent her legs and parting them to expose her 
vagina, put her feet up against the mirror and leaned back 
on her left hand. Strangely, the first thing that Lauren 
noticed was that she had a freckle just above her clitoris. 
She rubbed her thumb over it and proved to herself that it 
was real. Looking at the view in its entirety caused her to 
grin widely. What a fabulous sight she thought, noting that 
yet again, her pink inner lips were pushing their way out 
allowing a view of the inverted V of the hood over her 
clitoris. Lauren noted that there was probably some of the 
Baby Oil inside her as it glistened still in the sunlight. 

As she ran her finger over her inner lips, she quickly 
gasped. Lauren realised that she was a little tender.
Lauren dressed and went back into her own bedroom to find 
Nikki still asleep, but now curled up tightly facing away 
from her. She put her hand on her thigh and gave her a 
little shake. Nikki stirred, and rolled over onto her back. 

Lauren didn't bother to move her hand, which was now in 
between Nikki's legs. Nikki slowly opened her eyes and 
smiled at Lauren. She followed Lauren downstairs into the 
kitchen, noting that it was now seven o'clock.

"What are you doing tomorrow evening?" asked Nikki as she 
took plates from the cupboard. Lauren was reading the 
instructions on the microwave packet for their meal that 
she had taken from the freezer.

"Don't know, nothing much. I expect I'll talk to Mike and 
find out what he's been doing. After all, I only see him 
when he comes home for the school holidays, and we had 
quite a good laugh last time he was here at Easter." Lauren 
remembered that they had exchanged confidences about their 
loves (he had many, and Lauren had none) and Lauren had 
felt that at last she could now talk to Mike without him 
treating her like his baby sister. Lauren was also pretty 
sure that Nikki had designs on her brother after the looks 
that passed between them the day they met. As Lauren 
mentally ran through her Friday schedule, it suddenly 
dawned on her.

"Oh Shit, I've got that doctor's check-thing!" squealed 
Lauren, frozen to the spot.

"So what, we've all got to have them" replied Nikki. Half 
the class had already visited the local clinic for their 
pre-teen well-woman checkup which had been mandated as part 
of the area's health policy.

"Yeah, but how do I explain what's happened down here?" 
said Lauren, pointing to her skirt.

"Relax, just say you are on the swim team, or gymnastics or 
something. That's what Elena did!" offered Nikki in a tone 
that assumed there was nothing left to discuss.

"How do you know she said that? I didn't hear about it. Do 
you think they will believe me?" 

"Of course. And what if they don't, they can't do anything, 
can they?" answered Nikki as she laid the table, clearly 
amused at Lauren's concern about her unavoidable denouement 
at the hands of the local doctor.

Lauren silently ran through the possible scenarios and her 
responses to awkward questions. She decided that if asked 
she would say that she was on the swim team and leave it at 
that. Dismissing further thoughts from her mind, she served 
the meal and the two girls sat down to eat. There was no 
mention about their previous intimacy, and the main topic 
of conversation concerned Lauren's forthcoming day as 
bridesmaid to the girl who used to be the household baby-
sitter, Anne Marie. They discussed dresses and styles, and 
eventually determined that it was worth a visit to 
Interlaken to choose a suitable pattern. The dress itself 
would be made by a friend of Lauren's mother, Kristal.

After the meal Nikki asked if she could be excused the 
washing up and leave for her house. Lauren was happy to let 
her friend off the chores and the two girls hugged each 
other on the doorstep. Lauren lightly kissed Nikki on the 
forehead and whispered `Thank You' as they parted.

Her kitchen duties only took a few minutes, and Lauren then 
went back upstairs into her bedroom with her mother's 
magazine to prepare for a bath. Stripping off all her 
clothes she raised her hands above her head and stretched. 
In the bathroom, she ran the water and added some essence 
to provide a soothing scent and a great deal of bubbles. 
She lay down in the water for a few minutes, relaxing with 
her eyes closed and running through the evenings events. 

There were aspects of their intimacy that she found very 
suprising, not least that she had allowed it to happen, but 
secondly that she had enjoyed it so much. The warm water, 
bubbles and her thoughts all served to content her to the 
point that if she had been a cat, she would have purred 
loudly.

Stirring from her reverie, she opened the magazine and 
continued to read about the problems that afflicted, it 
seemed, every reader of the publication. Of particular 
interest was the article from a woman who complained about 
the taste of her husbands cum, and her nervousness about 
allowing him to come in her mouth. The article explained 
that the husband came all over her face, hair and breasts, 
which was not a problem. But for Lauren, this was a 
revelation in that she had heard that boys produced a lot 
of sticky stuff when they orgasmed, but she was unaware 
that it could be so much. She also gleaned from the story 
the methods the woman used to bring her husband to climax 
and the most sensitive areas of his cock. Her thoughts 
drifted back to Mike, and she wondered if he had had sex 
with any girl since they last spoke. He had confided last 
time that a girl in the same town as his school had played 
with his cock but she hadn't asked about whether he had 
orgasmed. She would have to find out.

Lauren knelt in the bath, and with the soap, cleaned her 
stomach and between her legs. Her soapy hands roamed over 
the little mounds of her bottom, running between her cheeks 
and, as she parted her legs as far as the bath would allow, 
she introduced her little anus to the pleasures of a soapy 
finger. She was so surprised by the effect to the point of 
being shocked as to why she had never really experimented 
before with her bottom. Gradually, and with a finger 
renewed with soap, she slowly pushed her finger into the 
crinkled little hole. The completely new sensation was 
tempered by a feeling of acting dirty and improperly. 

However, it was clear which emotion gained the upper hand 
as Lauren stood in the bath and, holding onto the medicine 
cabinet with her left hand, she placed her left leg on the 
side of the bath.

The view between her legs would have been stunning to 
anyone who walked in at the time, the cheeks of her little 
bottom separated by the position of her legs, and her 
shaved pussy lips parted to reveal not just her inner folds 
but a wonderful view inside her as her whole tunnel opened 
as though begging for attention. Her clitoris stood proudly 
out from underneath its normally protective hood as her 
fingers slid underneath her, over her stomach and felt that 
total lack of hair between her legs. Taking the soap, 
Lauren explored every possible source for new feelings and 
sensations, again coming to rest at her anus. She dropped 
the soap into the bath and massaged the hole, probing 
slowly but further and further, deeper and deeper until she 
was sure that she was not doing herself any damage. The 
feeling of guilt subsided into one of pleasure, not as 
intense as that produced by Nikki, but nonetheless very 
satisfying. After a couple of minutes, she made her mind up 
that she would bring herself to orgasm, and so she let half 
the water out of the bath and sat down again just in case 
she fell over.

The room was warm as she leant her head against the towel 
she had placed at the end of the bath. Her fingers again 
found her clitoris and ran around the delicate little bud 
in slow, light circles. Her legs involuntarily parted to 
accommodate her attention, and she felt her anus more 
forcefully now, a warm glow emanating from her newly 
discovered source of fun. Lauren really wanted to use both 
hands, so she moved the towel to the side of the bath and 
turned to face the wall, causing her to squash up into the 
width of the tub. But now she could rub her clitoris with 
the fingers of her left hand while pushing firmly into her 
bottom with her other hand.

Her legs were straight, stretched pointing to the ends of 
the bath, and her head was right back on the towel so she 
would have had a view of the ceiling if she had opened her 
eyes. Instead, she had visions of Nikki and Mike, 
alternately, as she fantasised and masturbated wildly. She 
felt the signs of her orgasm approaching as her stomach 
muscles tightened and her face screwed up. Her finger was 
now simply pushed as far as it would go into her anus, 
while her left hand continued to flash across her clitoris 
and now and then her fingers would disappear into her 
pussy, only to re-emerge with a slight slurping noise, 
covered in thick secretions, to return to their duty. 

Her fantasy finally conjured up a picture of Mike coming 
over Lauren and Nikki's naked breasts as they both had 
their hands on his enormous cock. As the orgasm reached 
her, she had the presence of mind to keep quiet just in 
case anyone had come home without her knowing, but the 
sound she might have made with her open mouth was exchanged 
for a violent movement of her head in time with a final 
push into her anus with her finger. She lunged forward and 
back against the bath, hitting her head on the side covered 
with the towel as she grunted. Although she was dimly aware 
that she had banged her head, she was not going to stop as 
the waves of pleasure took command. She stopped rubbing her 
clitoris to roughly place her hand over her pubic mound as 
though to grab it all and squeeze it together. Her leg 
muscles ached badly, but there was a rapidly increasing 
warmth as her body spasmed in the throes of ecstasy for 
almost a minute. As they subsided, she slowly pulled her 
finger out of her anus, causing another wave of pleasure to 
ripple though her as beads of sweat formed into rivulets 
and trickled down her face.

Eventually, she turned and stretched out fully in the 
remainder of the water, soaking up the last of the magic, 
eyes closed again. For almost ten minutes she remained 
motionless in the water, as waves of pleasure subsided and 
a feeling of calm and contentment carried her to a lofty 
plateau of peace and tranquillity. At last she returned to 
reality and stepped carefully out of the bath, noting that 
she felt a little light-headed as she wrapped the towel 
around her shoulders. She saw in the mirror that her hair 
was matted and feeling the ends confirmed that it needed 
drying. As she explored her hair, she encountered the bump 
she had sustained, and marveled not at the slight pain to 
her touch but at the energy released during her orgasm. 
Lauren wondered if everyone felt the same way during sex 
and decided she would probably never know.

She dried her hair and let the hot air stream play across 
her breasts, legs and over her pubic mound. It tickled 
slightly and she stopped when she realised that it was 
making her too dry between her legs. 

Taking a little Baby Oil, she remedied the situation by 
rubbing the tiniest of amounts onto her pussy lips. 
Noticing that she was, yet again, becoming aroused, she 
stopped and after clearing up, went into her bedroom with a 
feeling that she was becoming a slave to her sexual 
desires. While this was not strictly true, it was hard for 
her to feel any other way given that today she had had the 
first orgasm of her life, followed by another, all in the 
space of a few hours. So Lauren arrived at the conclusion 
that she was in an experimental stage and there was no harm 
in finding out as much as she could, especially as everyone 
else was doing the same. It was therefore with some 
satisfaction that she pulled on only a T-Shirt that barely 
covered her bottom, and went downstairs whistling a tune.

Lauren made sure that the plates were put back in the 
cupboards, and standing again on the bottom rung of the 
stool, she reached up and put away the dishes that they had 
used. As she stretched the true shape of her legs was 
displayed through the back door for anyone to see, along 
with a perfect view of the cheeks of her bottom and the 
delightful valley of her pussy.

Switching off the light, she passed the stairs and opened 
the door of the lounge. She checked that everything was in 
order, shut the door and went upstairs to bed. She would 
talk to her mother and Mike tomorrow and get an early 
night. Indeed, it was an early night, and probably she 
slept as soundly as she had ever done before, content in 
the knowledge that she was rapidly progressing from a 
giggly schoolgirl into a blossoming teenager.


Chapter 5

Friday 10th July

Lauren woke at 7 o'clock, switched off her alarm and went 
through her daily routine of preparing for school. Over 
breakfast, she mentioned the visit to the doctors and said 
she would be a little late that evening. Her mother fully 
agreed with the medical program that was available and 
wished it had been introduced while she was Lauren's age.

School was uneventful that Friday, with the exception of 
the dinner queue, when Nikki pinched her bottom and grinned 
mischievously as usual at her. Unspoken words were 
exchanged that served to cement the bond between the two 
girls and confirm that their intimacy the previous evening 
was neither forgotten nor was it likely to be an isolated 
event.

After school, Lauren made her way past the Bus Stop and on 
down the hill towards the doctor's surgery. The cobbled 
little streets that led off the main road through Andleburg 
echoed as she strode along the narrow pavement. Away from 
the traffic, she could hear the voices of children playing 
in the courtyards behind the front doors of the apartment 
buildings. Cafes and delicatessens along the road offered 
traditional Swiss food until late at night, their aroma 
mingling in the afternoon air. Old men sat outside, sipping 
beer as they played dominoes or simply watched the world go 
by, the distinctive smell of Gauloise hanging in the air as 
the occasional dog ferreted around underneath the tables. 

Lauren hurried along, walking quickly, anxious to get the 
medical examination over as quickly as possible.

She entered, confirmed her name with the young receptionist 
and, moving the copy of Bild off so that she could sit 
down, took a seat in the corner, concerned that she was the 
only schoolgirl in the reception area. She clasped her 
hands tightly together over her crossed legs, well aware 
that she not only hated the doctors but that nobody (with 
the exception of Nikki now) had seen her most private parts 
(except in the showers), for many years. She had seen Dr. 
Bonner about two years ago for a throat infection, but 
apart from that, nothing. And so it was with some 
trepidation that she entered his room when he called her 
name.

The doctor's office was white. Everywhere. Even his desk in 
the corner was white. A bed ran along the length of the 
office on the other side, above which was a light and some 
tubes which Lauren had never seen before. There was an eye 
chart next to the door and a big poster of the blood 
system. Food and diet information alongside the poster 
completed the decorations on the walls. Dr. Bonner was 
probably 60 years old and had a great shock of Einstein-
like white hair. Lauren did note however that his shoes 
were brown as she nervously looked at the floor.
"Hi Lauren, how are you today?" he asked, motioning to the 
seat next to his desk. He tapped a couple of keys on his 
terminal and read her medical history while nodding sagely 
at the screen.

"I'm fine. How are you?" responded Lauren, immediately 
thinking that that was a really stupid thing to have said.
"Oh, I'm very well" said Dr. Bonner, smiling broadly at 
her. "Now, we're going to make sure you're OK inside. Has 
anyone explained the importance of these little check-ups?"

Lauren said that the school had outlined the process some 
time ago and so the doctor launched into his standard 
speech about female well-being, the need for regular 
vigilance and the fact that there is nothing to worry 
about. He mentioned about the actual internal examination 
that he would do, that it was very quick and painless and 
completely confidential, as was everything in the surgery. 

Lauren relaxed slightly until she heard (again) about the 
internal examination, in much the same language as she had 
heard at school, but not with the same words as had been 
relayed around the playground. Dr. Bonner proceeded to take 
her blood pressure and satisfy himself that she had some. 

Lauren stared at her white socks and little blue skirt, 
feeling the pressure of the band around her arm as she 
heard him pump up the bulb and then let out the air.

"Good, so, when you're ready, take off everything including 
your knickers, and jump up onto the bed over here. You can 
leave just your skirt on if you like. We'll have a quick 
look and have you out of here in no time" said Dr. Bonner, 
standing up and making sure there was a sheet on the bed. 

Lauren obligingly turned away from the doctor and slipped 
off her knickers. She dropped them to the floor, kicking 
them once again when she noticed signs of the day's wear 
uppermost. She removed her blouse and bra and dumped them 
unceremoniously with her knickers before climbing onto the 
bed. With her legs firmly together, she let both her hands 
rest firmly over her skirt. Dr. Bonner took his position at 
her head and slowly moved the end of his stethoscope over 
her chest. The cold end made her jump slightly and the 
doctor apologised with a smile. It was clear to Lauren that 
he was finding the whole episode as difficult as she was.

"Hands behind your head, please. Any dizzy spells, or 
feelings of nausea? he asked, listening to her breathing.

"No, I don't think so" said Lauren, conscious of her racing 
heart.

"Any feelings of cramps in your tummy, burning sensations 
when you go to the toilet?" He pulled the stethoscope from 
his ears and proceeded to feel her breasts, circling around 
the little mounds. He brushed the slightly erect nipples 
with his fingers and felt around her armpits.

"No" said Lauren, watching his fingers wandering over her.

"What about here. Any pain from your nipples, or strange 
feelings from your breasts?" His fingers probed and kneaded 
around her stomach, descending slowly towards her skirt.

"Deep breath, please. And out again. That's fine, now shoot 
down to the end here and bring your knees up" he said as he 
moved round to the foot of the bed. He felt his way along 
her thighs, and parted her legs slightly as he probed 
closer to her sex. He brought up the stirrups, placed 
Lauren's legs into them and dropped away the end of the 
examination table. She had been maneuvered into the 
position so quickly that she had little time to react and 
therefore found it to be less distasteful that she had 
imagined. Her skirt still covered much of her pubic region, 
although as the doctor adjusted the stirrups further apart, 
her skirt rode silently up her thighs until Lauren felt 
sure that even though the doctor was standing, he could see 
every intimate part of her.

"Now, I'm going to open you up a little and take a quick 
swab. It might tickle a little," he said as he sat down 
again and trained the light in between her legs. Lauren 
suddenly remembered that she had recently lost her pubic 
hair and strained her head upwards to see if there was any 
expression of disgust on the doctor's face. He continued to 
nod and chatter to himself, and Lauren assumed that he had 
probably done this thousands of times and was bored seeing 
inside women. She certainly hoped so as she stared at the 
ceiling and braced herself for the intrusion.

Dr. Bonner had a view right up from Lauren's anus all the 
way to her head, with her skirt hiked up to reveal the 
whole of her pubic region. Her pussy lips were now slightly 
open in a very mild state of arousal. He moved closer to 
her thighs and pulled on a pair of latex gloves. First he 
spread her outer lips wide apart and touched all along 
them. He gently pushed the hood of Lauren's young clitoris 
back and forth before pushing it all the way up to fully 
expose her clit. Lauren jerked up involuntarily and 
squirmed under the touch.

"Does that hurt?" he asked.

"No, just a little, er you know" stuttered Lauren, thinking 
that of course it damn well affected her.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked, returning his fingers 
to the sweet valley of her vaginal lips and the little 
treasure beyond.

"No"

Taking a tube of KY Jelly, the doctor spread copious 
amounts around her lips, ensuring that there was sufficient 
at the entrance to her vagina to be taken by the speculum 
as it entered. 

"Have you ever felt any lumps or spots inside you?"

"Er, no."

"OK, now I'd like you to just relax while I take a sample. 
This will feel just like it does when you put your own 
fingers inside you. Do you do that?" he asked.

"Er, now and again, you know" said Lauren, blushing.

"That's OK, you'll find it quite pleasant, but keep your 
fingers clean, won't you. All girls your age experiment, 
you know" he said, presenting the KY-covered device to her 
entrance and pushing it gently into her.

"Ohh" she squealed as she felt it entering her. It's steely 
hardness caught her by surprise as she closed her eyes and 
held her breath. Her hands gripped the side of the bed 
tightly as the cold device plowed into her.

Turning it, he quickly opened the speculum and looked 
inside. Lauren was not enjoying the sensation of being 
examined, but in the back of her mind there was something 
about it that fascinated her, if only she could determine 
what it was. She felt the strangest contrast between the 
warmth of her insides and the coldness of the speculum, 
much like she had felt with Nikki had shaved her. Then it 
had been the incongruity of the slick razor and the warming 
feeling that had been born within her for Nikki. She smiled 
as she remembered that the two feelings had merged together 
later in her bedroom when she came with such force that she 
thought she might have wet herself. Lauren felt a stirring 
deep inside.

"That's it. All done!" he said, releasing the device after 
a minute and pulling it out of her. He took hold of a box 
of tissues and wiped her carefully, removing as much of the 
lubricant as possible from the swollen lips of her vagina. 
He took a second tissue and wiped the area from her vagina 
to her anus, ending with a swift circular motion around her 
little hole. He peered down closely at her anus.

"Ever have any swelling here, and spots or discomfort?" he 
asked, probing her hole with his gloved hand. He inserted 
his finger very slightly, and removed it, watching the 
muscles dilate.

"No, no problems at all" replied Lauren, now sure that she 
must be obviously aroused, especially after her thoughts 
about Nikki and the attention the doctor had paid to her 
pussy and bottom.

"That's good, you can jump down now and get dressed. Use 
more of the tissues if you need them," he said, removing 
his gloves and dropping them into the bin.

Lauren swung her legs over the examination table and jumped 
to the floor. Turning away from Dr. Bonner - who was now 
busy typing into his terminal - she wiped herself clean 
with the tissues as best she could. Lauren was more anxious 
to get her knickers back on rather than completely get rid 
of the remainder of the KY jelly from her vagina. She 
pulled her knickers up and sat back down on the chair next 
to his desk.

"Right Lauren, everything seems to be fine. We'll get the 
results back from the lab pretty soon, but there's no 
reason at all to believe that it will be anything except 
negative." He paused and looked back at the terminal. 

"Lauren, do you mind if I ask why you have removed the hair 
from your vagina?"

"Someone at school put chewing gum on it" she said 
immediately, abandoning the swim team excuse.

"You should be careful that you don't cut yourself, it's 
very difficult to do it yourself" said Dr. Bonner, 
indicating that he had seen such a problem before.

"Someone helped me" said Lauren and then added, quickly, "A 
girlfriend - she was very careful." Lauren looked at the 
doctor hoping for a smile or confirmation that this was 
acceptable.

"When you shave around your vagina you must use clean 
equipment - and throw it away if you can afterwards. Any 
dirt or rusty blades could cause a very serious infection 
which might affect you all your life. You should also be 
careful not to introduce germs from your anus into your 
vaginal area - it's easily done if you're not careful. 
And you shouldn't do it too often or you may make the area 
very sensitive. Apart from that, your friend seems to have 
done a very good job. You're lucky to have someone to help 
you out like that - it could be quite an embarrassing 
situation" 

"I know. She was so kind about it. I'll repay her somehow, 
sometime" said Lauren, somewhat lost in thought.

Flamboyantly pressing a key on his terminal, Dr. Bonner 
stood up and smiled.

"Treasure her, she sounds like an angel" he said, 
indicating the door.

Lauren left the doctors office and went out into the 
street. She was confused as to how she ended up telling him 
about Nikki and what they had done. But she also felt 
reassured and comforted by his kind words. She caught the 
usual bus back home and went indoors. During tea she 
confided in her mother about the doctors visit and 
confirmed that she had been given an internal examination. 

Her mother stated that she had to have one about once a 
year and didn't like them either. Lauren felt very pleased 
that she had been able to discuss such adult matters not 
only with the doctor but also with her mother. However, she 
didn't see any sense in mentioning to her the chewing gum 
episode.

Lauren watched television for about an hour, then went to 
her room to do her homework. At about 9 o'clock, she heard 
that Mike was staying at his school friend's house who 
happened to also live in the same area, so she had a quick 
wash and went to bed.

Chapter 6

Saturday 11th July

Nikki rang the doorbell to Lauren's house at precisely 10 
o'clock the next morning, to be greeted by Lauren's mother, 
who informed her that Lauren was not yet up, but Nikki was 
welcome to take a cup of coffee up to her and throw her out 
of bed. Obligingly, Nikki made a cup of coffee and went 
upstairs. Lauren was curled up in bed, facing the window 
with the curtains still drawn. Nikki placed the coffee on 
the bedside table and pulled the curtains open, allowing 
the day's sunlight to enter the room, and causing Lauren to 
stir.

"Hey, it's three o'clock in the afternoon - time to get up" 
shouted Nikki.

"Do what?" said Lauren, squinting in the light at her 
clock. "Stupid, it's only ten. What are we going to do 
today? Shall we go to town?" she asked, stretching so that 
she touched the wall above her bed.

"Don't know, is there anything you need to buy?" asked 
Nikki, sitting beside her.

"No, I'd like to see what Mike is doing. I haven't seen him 
yet, is he downstairs?" asked Lauren drinking her coffee.

"Lori!" shouted her mother from the stairs, "Do you want to 
go swimming today with Mike - he's going to the pool at 
about midday."

"I don't know. I'll have a think" shouted Lauren, and then 
to Nikki, "Well, that answers that, shall we go?"

"Yes, definitely, it'll be a laugh, and I like the pool, 
it's better than the one at my Dad's hotel."

"OK, we'll go too" shouted Lauren.

And so, eventually, Lauren got out of bed and went to the 
bathroom while Nikki sat and looked at Lauren's attempts at 
her homework. Lauren was quite a conscientious worker at 
times, even though her head seemed to be in the clouds for 
most of the day. Lauren returned, shut her bedroom door and 
pulled off her over-sized T-Shirt that she slept in to 
reveal her naked body. Nikki looked at her and grinned.

"Bet your brother finds you a turn-on" mocked Nikki.

"You're crazy, and anyway, your tits are bigger than mine. 
I know he fancies you from the way he looks at you," 
replied Lauren, facing Nikki while she pulled on her bikini 
bottom. "Here, you'd better borrow this" she added, 
throwing a blue bikini to Nikki. While Lauren finished 
dressing, Nikki took off her own T-Shirt to reveal a small 
lace bra that had little to do with providing support and 
much to do with presenting a sexy image. Reaching behind, 
she unclasped it and dropped it on the bed. Provocatively, 
she turned towards Lauren and undid the top button of her 
jeans, followed by the zip. Lauren could see her text-book 
breasts as they bounced very slightly. As Nikki lowered her 
jeans, Lauren saw an expanse of skin which would normally 
have been covered by her schoolgirl knickers. Today 
however, she was wearing a deeply cut pair of lace 
knickers, quite over-the-top for shopping in town. Nikki 
removed her jeans and stood there in her knickers and white 
socks, with her thumbs hooked into the waistband, ready to 
pull them down. Although Lauren was trying not to look, she 
was envious of both her friend's underwear and her figure. 
Nikki pulled down her knickers to her knees and absently 
scratched her bottom as though an itch had interrupted her. 
Slowly, she moved her legs up and down while itching so 
that the knickers fell to the floor, leaving her naked. She 
took the bikini bottom and pretended to look at the 
material closely.

"What's up?" asked Lauren with a puzzled look on her face.

"Just checking for gum. You can't be too careful!" joked 
Nikki.

"Stupid. Hey, that's what the doctor told me" said Lauren 
with a grin.

"Oh, tell me, tell me!" whispered Nikki, sitting on 
Lauren's bed, still holding the blue bikini.

And so Lauren recounted her tale of the doctor's surgery, 
while using the opportunity to take a good look at Nikki's 
breasts and compare them with her own. They were indeed a 
couple of sizes bigger, probably 33 inches at least, and 
had elegant nipples which were in perfect proportion to her 
breasts. When she told her that she hadn't used the 
swimming team excuse but had told him exactly what 
happened, Nikki collapsed back onto the bed in laughter, 
staring at the ceiling and shaking her head from side to 
side. Lauren had a perfect view of Nikki's mound and could 
just see the top of the slit of her pussy lips through her 
pubic hair. Lauren stared at the sight, and found her eyes 
wandering over her protruding pelvic bones, past her ribs 
as they stuck out, up to her friend's breasts which looked 
like two little hillocks capped by her erect little 
nipples. Lauren seized the moment, much to her own 
surprise, and knelt down by the bed to talk to Nikki more 
closely. She put her right hand on Nikki's leg, just above 
the knee.

"Hey, I didn't tell him your name or anything" said Lauren 
in an apologetic voice, looking over Nikki's breasts at her 
broad smile.

"That's OK, what else did he say?" said Nikki after a long 
pause.

"Oh, that you did a good job and took a lot of care," said 
Lauren, running her fingers higher up the little girl's leg 
in increasingly larger movements. Nikki's breathing became 
deeper, more regular as she stretched out, letting her hair 
tumble down over the other side of the bed. She flexed her 
toes and fingers. Nikki waited several minutes before 
speaking again.

"Did he ask you about boys?" she said, as her stomach 
muscles rippled and her left knee moved imperceptibly away 
as she bent her leg.

"No, but I expect he got all the information he needed with 
the thing he put in" said Lauren, whose hand was now 
resting on Nikki's pelvis. Lauren moved so that she was 
above Nikki's knees and had a better view of her friends 
aroused sex. 

"I had to lie on his couch naked, and he covered my pussy 
with this jelly stuff. Then he put the speculum inside. 
God! It was really cold, and bigger than I thought!" 
explained Lauren. Her hand slowly circled around her 
stomach, using her belly button as a center and then 
wandered down, brushing the top of her pubic hair. Nikki 
murmured several sounds of pleasure as Lauren worked back 
down her legs, and then started to caress the inside on the 
way up, causing Nikki to part her legs very slightly again. 

Nikki pulled herself up to sit crossed legged and guided 
Lauren's hand with her own down to her vagina. Lauren 
gasped as she felt the soft folds of her friends inner 
lips, and felt a quivering within her own body as Nikki 
took her middle finger and ran it down through her pubic 
hair and over her clitoris.

"Lori, I think we should stop. You make me so wet, but I 
don't want you to do it yet, not while your mum's here. And 
I want to make it very special."

Lauren looked at Nikki dejectedly. "I want you to have the 
same experience. I want to know if it's as good for you as 
it was when you did it to me, that's all" said Lauren, 
feeling like an unwanted pet.

"We will, but not now. Let's get dressed and have some 
breakfast" Nikki said, pulling on the bikini bottoms. Nikki 
smiled. She seemed pleased, maybe even flattered that 
Lauren had genuine desires for her. She paused momentarily 
as though she was reconsidering her decision, but then 
continued to pull on her clothes. Once the girls were fully 
dressed, they went downstairs to find Mike eating breakfast 
with their father and reading the newspaper.

Lauren bounced out of her dejected mood when she saw her 
brother, and he came over to give her a hug.

"You look good! Hi Nikki!," said Mike with his arm around 
Lauren's shoulders.

"Glad you're home. We're coming with you today," grinned 
Lauren looking up at her brother. He had grown, again. 
Every time she saw him he seemed to be bigger. The strange 
thing was that while Lauren had wavy hair, Mike's was 
tightly curled even though it was roughly the same colour. 

He too had a naturally tanned face, accentuated by his 
obvious participation in outdoor sports. He wore a stripy 
rugby-style shirt, with the sleeves rolled up and blue 
jeans with white trainers. And for once, thought Lauren, 
they really were white rather than looking like he had had 
them for several years.

"I like that idea," said Mike, looking in turn at both 
girls. "Mum said she would drive us there before they goes 
on to Aunt Francie's place for lunch. I'm going to get my 
trunks." And so Mike bounded upstairs and into his bedroom.

"Be careful down at that pool. I'm still worried that they 
don't have any proper people looking after you even though 
that girl drowned last year," said her father, looking 
sternly.

"Come with us! It would be fun, Daddy!" said Lauren, 
holding his arm.

"Go on Maurice, why don't you go with them? asked her 
mother.

"Oh no. I'm too old for that sort of thing. Maybe when I 
was younger"

"When you were a boy, you mean"

"Yes, we did have swimming pools, you know. They're not a 
recent invention!"

Her father went into lounge and through into the dining 
room. The dining area had rarely been used, and would soon 
resemble a library rather than a place to entertain 
friends. He was a bright man, clever with words and 
possessed an agile mind. He was pleased to see that Lauren 
had inherited the same capacity for thought even though she 
rarely exhibited it due to her constant dreaming. Mike, he 
thought, received his good grades and achieved success 
through sheer hard work. 

Ever since he changed job and joined Internal Research, the 
reading and writing element of his work had increased 
without the corresponding decrease in other duties. He 
loved his job, relished the constant learning process that 
occupied his mind, and craved for the occasional detective 
work that required initiative and deep thought when 
tracking down the most elusive of clues. His investigative 
powers were sometimes turned to finding the source of 
illegal meat imports, or fraudulent users of government 
resources. He had even quite recently been asked to 
investigate vote rigging in one of the local referendums. 

He ran his finger along the shelves of books that were 
divided between work related and recreation, and pulled out 
a couple - light reading for the journey. Maybe possible 
reading material while at Aunt Francie's. Now there was a 
thought. Maurice took a look at his diary for the coming 
week and nodded to himself.

Lauren and Nikki had their breakfast in record time, and 
almost willingly helped with the dishes.

"Why do we have to dry the dishes, we could just leave them 
to dry themselves." moaned Lauren, knowing the answer.

"Because they dry all smeary, that's why. Why do you always 
ask? said her mother.

"Do we have to do the frying pan as well?"

"Just do it. Then we can get out to the pool" replied her 
mother.

"Mum, can you lend me thirty francs?"

"Lend? When will I see it again?"

"Dad will repay you from my pocket money. Oh go on!" whined 
Lauren.

"Speak to your father then. Why do you need so much?"

"Oh, just in case I see something. Or we have to get the 
bus home" said Lauren, playing the safety card.

"I'll see. Come on. let's get going. Have you got your 
towels?" She fussed around the children, pleased that Mike 
was taking Lauren out to the pool, and that Nikki would be 
joining them. She had seen the glint in her son's eye when 
he heard Nikki would also be going and hoped they could 
become friends, even though they would have very little 
time to get to know one another during the summer holidays.

All three children bundled into the car and set off for the 
pool, Mike carrying an inflatable beach ball. Lauren once 
again reminded everyone that she could not get her ears wet 
because of the headaches it caused. While her mother was 
unconvinced that this was the real cause, she agreed that 
Lauren should not go diving in at the pool. They listened 
to some of Mike's school tales during the short car journey 
and learned that he had been a co-star in the end of term 
school play.

As they passed through the white ticket hall, the girls 
descended the green and white steps into the female 
changing area as shouts and whistles echoed and locker 
doors slammed around them. Giggling, Lauren and Nikki 
stuffed their clothes and towels into a single locker, the 
latter slipping the key with the big rubber band over her 
ankle. Nikki managed to push Lauren into the cold water 
trough intended to clean their feet as they emerged into 
the daylight, squealing and laughing. Mike was waiting by 
the exit to the men's area and both girls peeked through 
the doorway hoping for a glimpse of something interesting, 
without success.

The open-air pool was 25 meters long and surrounded by 
grass with a shallow end for babies and children and a deep 
end with diving boards for those who were proficient 
swimmers. By the edge, equidistant between the two ends was 
a tower for the life-guard. 

Lauren was surprised to see a particularly attractive blond 
girl sitting there, watching the crowd through her 
sunglasses. She noted that Mike was already looking at her 
as he walked towards the diving boards, dropping the ball 
on the grass near the ladders. Lauren and Nikki made their 
way to the shallow end and walked into the water, splashing 
themselves gently to get accustomed to the temperature. 

However, the sun was beating down and the air temperature 
of 30 degrees meant that the water was very warm. They swam 
slowly from the shallow end to roughly the middle, and held 
onto the edge as they looked for people they knew.
Mike dived into the pool and surfaced on the edge opposite 
the life guard, pulled himself out of the water and walked 
back to dive again.

"Your brother looks good. He's so strong!" said Nikki, 
clearly enticed by the sight of him diving in. Both girls 
watched for a while as Mike tried out different boards. 

"Bet you're feeling hot for him" said Nikki smiling, and in 
her usual direct manner.

"Stupid." But she had to admit it, she found it hard to 
take her eyes off his swimming trunks and the cute bulge 
that was clearly evident. She must have been watching two 
or three dives when she realised that Nikki wasn't there. 
She looked around, hoping to find out where she had gone. 

Suddenly, she was pushed away from the wall, and felt one 
hand and then two around her waist. Petrified of getting 
her ears wet, she tried in vain to reach the ledge. She 
twisted and turned frantically, eventually managing to grab 
hold of the side of the pool, but not before the lifeguard 
had seen her and stood up. Lauren waved causally to the 
lifeguard and saw her sit down again. Then she realised 
what had happened. Nikki burst up to the surface with a 
maniacal grin on her face.

"Give them here or you're dead!" said Lauren, trying to 
reach Nikki without letting go of the edge.

"They're down here, inside mine" taunted Nikki, clearly 
enjoying her discomfort.

Lauren was aware that she couldn't get out without her 
bikini bottoms, nor could she chase after Nikki without 
getting really wet. And if her brother came over, he might 
see that she had nothing on down there and God knows what 
would happen.

"You can have them back if you help me" said Nikki, moving 
closer to her.

"What?" said Lauren with a heavy trace of annoyance.

"I want to see your brothers cock when we get home, that's 
all" said Nikki as though she was asking her to pass the 
sugar.

"No way! How can I help you do that?" moaned Lauren, 
although she realised that even if she said no that Nikki 
could find ways and means without her.

"Just don't say anything to anyone. I really, really want 
to see him come. In fact, I'd like to see him come on you 
and me. Wouldn't you?" Nikki whispered as though she feared 
the pool might have been bugged.

Lauren and Nikki both looked towards the diving boards and 
noticed that Mike seemed to have finished and was swimming 
slowly in their direction.

"OK, OK, just give them to me" pleaded Lauren.

"Want me to help you put them on? asked Nikki hopefully.

"Yes, please." And so Nikki held her black bikini bottoms 
for her as she stepped in, first the right foot and then 
the left. Nikki pulled them up around her waist, managing 
to run her finger along her little slit in the process.

"Wow, who's a hot little baby then?" remarked Nikki, 
feeling the slipperiness on her fingers as Mike stood in 
front of them. He threw the ball in Lauren's direction, who 
caught it and threw it back.

"Me, me!" shouted Nikki, jumping up and trying to intercept 
it.

"Come and get it then," smirked Mike, again throwing it to 
Lauren.

Nikki moved towards Mike but turned towards Lauren, waiting 
for the ball. After several throws, she showed her 
frustration by putting her hand around Mike's shoulders and 
trying to climb up onto him. Her breasts, deliberately of 
course, were just below eye-level, giving the best view 
possible. She also made sure that she wrapped her legs 
around his body to give him some idea of how uninhibited 
she felt. Lauren groaned inwardly at the flagrant 
exhibition, and was amused when Nikki slipped off and fell 
back into the water. Nikki however emerged from her fall 
delighted. Lauren guessed that on her way down she had 
rubbed against his body and feet his hard cock poking 
through his trunks. It had caught her eye almost ten 
minutes before Nikki had clambered up onto her brother.

"Why don't we go and do some diving, Mike?" asked Nikki 
wickedly.

"Er, not at the moment, I think" replied Mike, painfully 
aware that he could not leave the water for a few minutes 
at least.

And so they continued for almost an hour, playing catch, 
swimming, and watching the world go by. After another 
thirty minutes drying off in the heat of the afternoon, 
they left and took the bus home. Once there, Lauren made 
some cold drinks which started off as iced lemonade but 
ended up under Mike's guidance as Spritzer with more white 
wine than anything else. With their mother out and father 
stuck in Geneva formulating the next set of questions to 
put to the populace why shouldn't they enjoy a glass of 
wine this fine summer afternoon, they thought.
The girls headed, glasses in hand, for the bathroom to 
shower and change while Mike went into his own room to do 
whatever it is that boys do at these times.

Chapter 7

Saturday 11th July

The girls locked the bathroom door behind them, and looked 
at each other conspiratorially. Lauren was aware that Nikki 
wanted to play with her brother's cock, and had no real 
objections, but she found it difficult to commit to being a 
part of the frolicking. Perhaps she would just watch. She 
assumed that Mike would have no objections to that. She 
reached behind and undid her top, letting it fall to the 
floor. It was still damp and had made her nipples firm 
without being erect. She touched her breasts and liked the 
squeaky clean feeling that the chlorinated water gave them.

"Can you undo me" requested Nikki, facing the shower with 
her back to Lauren.

Lauren undid the hooks at the back and let go. Nikki turned 
round, holding the material over her breasts until she 
could see Lauren watching. She pulled it away to reveal her 
nipples standing to attention, crowing her breasts. She 
rubbed them with her hands.

"Oh, I think that was a bit too tight, my tits have gone to 
sleep!" whispered Nikki with a smile, aware that Mike could 
probably hear what they were saying.

"Don't be dumb. They look fine to me. Do you want a shower 
- I'm going to wash my hair as well and get the chlorine 
out" said Lauren, opening the medicine cabinet and 
retrieving a bottle of shampoo.

"Yeah, I think I'd better" said Nikki, pulling down her 
bikini bottoms and stepping out of them. She took a towel 
from the rail and placed it on the sink so that it would be 
within reach. Lauren removed her bikini bottom and pressed 
the shower control. She stepped into the warm stream and 
held out a hand to assist Nikki over the edge of the bath. 

They had to stand close to each other to ensure that the 
water washed them and much of the time therefore was spent 
holding onto each other as they tried to soap themselves 
down. Nikki asked Lauren to help her wash her hair, so 
while Nikki stood nearest the shower wetting her hair, 
Lauren leaned out of the bath and took the shampoo bottle. 
With a little in her hand, she massaged Nikki's scalp until 
it was covered in bubbles while Nikki looked at the ceiling 
in an attempt to keep the soap from her eyes. She rinsed 
her hair and again soaped it until she was happy that 
Nikki's hair was free from the smell of the pool.

Nikki returned the complement, lathering Lauren's wavy hair 
into a white ball on her head and guiding her back towards 
the shower head to rinse off. While Lauren's eyes were 
tightly shut, she watched the stream of white soapy bubbles 
flowing from her hear and over her back and breasts. Nikki 
finally guided her backwards again to rinse her hair for 
the last time, pulling it to make sure that all the soap 
had been washed away.

"There, that's our hair washed" said Lauren, putting the 
shampoo back on the sink unit.

"Uh uh" said Nikki, shaking her head slowly.

Lauren, for once, understood immediately and reached for 
the soap in the dish at her end of the bath. She palmed it 
and gently ran it up between Nikki's legs, applying a 
little pressure to the side of her leg to encourage her to 
part them more. Nikki reached round and turned off the 
shower. She held onto the shower's curtain rail and closed 
her eyes. Lauren extended her middle finger and ran it 
along the length of her slit. It felt wonderful to touch it 
at last, and she put her hand on Nikki's neck and pulled 
her closer. She brushed her lips against her friend's as 
gently as possible, delighted that there was no resistance 
at all. Slowly, Lauren introduced a finger into her vagina, 
but found the angle awkward. She settled for simply rubbing 
her fingers from Nikki's clitoris down along her now fully 
exposed inner lips and up to her anus. She gradually spent 
longer and longer probing her vagina, taking each lip 
between her fingers and feeling along the length of it, 
until Nikki turned around and leaned forward, offering her 
a perfect view. Lauren took the soap and pushed one corner 
between her swollen lips, pushing them apart and exposing 
the hint of the entrance to her vagina. She noticed that 
Nikki was helping, spreading her lips with her hand, giving 
her a perfect view of her clitoris underneath the thin 
covering of hair.

Now Nikki had her legs as widely parted as the bath would 
allow, and Lauren dropped the soap. She put her index 
finger at the entrance to her vagina and pushed firmly, 
introducing about an inch into her little passageway.

"Yes" was all Nikki said.

Lauren gradually, slowly, probed deeper and deeper, 
completely uncaring that even a week ago she would have 
found the whole idea quite abhorrent. She moved to Nikki's 
left side so that she had one leg either side of Nikki's 
left leg, and could put her left hand around the very top 
of her left thigh, giving her some leverage and support. 
She extended one of the fingers to stroke her mat of hair 
and the top of the little hood over her clitoris. Now she 
increased the rate of stroking, synchronising it when she 
remembered with the stroking of her clitoris. She was 
suprised that she knew, or felt that she knew what to do. 

It all seemed so obvious. Just then, Nikki's legs began to 
close, trapping her left hand over her clitoris. Lauren 
could feel the muscles in her vagina tightening 
perceptibly, and guessed that she was about to come. She 
exchanged her index finger for her wider and longer middle 
finger, and roughly introduced the new tool, screwing it 
around as she pushed and pulled, faster and faster, deeper 
and deeper.

Nikki came, grabbing Lauren's right hand and pulling it 
even deeper into her so that Lauren couldn't continue her 
stroking. She remained like that for some time, slowly 
relaxing first her grip on the hand in her pussy and then 
spreading her legs to allow Lauren to remove her hand. 
Nikki lay down, pulling Lauren with her. There was just 
about room for the little girls to lie in each other's arms 
without discomfort, while they gathered their senses and 
held each other closely. Nikki sat up eventually and turned 
the taps on a little. She soaped her hands and, taking 
Lauren's fingers, cleaned them for her. She turned of the 
water and stepped out, clearly still very wobbly. Nikki 
helped Lauren out and draped a single large towel around 
them both.

"That was beautiful, I can hardly walk. Let me dry you" 
said Nikki, patting the water off Lauren's breasts and 
stomach. She dried her all over and then turned to herself, 
noticing that the towel was too wet to have much effect.

"Got any more towels? she asked.

"Have a look in the cupboard in the spare room, that's 
where Mum puts them" replied Lauren, "Get two so I can dry 
my hair, can you, as there's only the big one and this 
little thing in here" she said, indicating another smaller 
towel on the rail.

Nikki wrapped the bigger towel around her, unlocked the 
door and headed for the spare room. The cupboard was easy 
to find but the towels were on the top shelf. Nikki looked 
around for something to stand on and found an old three-
legged stool. Balancing carefully, she stretched up and 
took the nearest towel. As she made a reach for the second, 
the stool moved from under her and she came crashing down 
to the floor, landing on her bottom. Suffering from no more 
than a loss of dignity, she was about to stand up when Mike 
appeared in the doorway.

"Are you OK, it sounded pretty bad?" said Mike, offering 
Nikki his hand. The towel around Nikki had come unknotted 
and although she held it against her chest, when she stood 
Mike had an enticing view of her legs and bottom. In 
between the cheeks of her bottom, Mike saw her cute little 
bottom hole and a hint of her vagina. The very sight caused 
his stomach to turn somersaults as his imagination and 
extensively tested library of fantasies took over and 
instructed his cock to rise to the occasion. Nikki stood 
and was about to thank him when she noticed a very slight 
bulge in his swimming trunks. Determined to reap the 
rewards of the encounter, she feigned a possible sprained 
ankle by grimacing and holding out her hand for support.
Ever the gentleman, Mike showed genuine concern on his face 
as he allowed her to put her arm around his shoulder and 
walk slowly round the room, still clutching the towel which 
have having less and less effect the further they walked. 

Mike suggested that she should sit on his bed so that he 
could massage her ankle, and they made their way slowly to 
his room across the passageway, leaving Lauren with her 
small towel and no knowledge of what was happening.

Nikki wasted no time. Her ankle, receiving the expert 
attention of Mike, who had never of course treated a 
sprained ankle in his life, felt fine but of course she had 
to be sure, and she let him continue to kneel in front of 
her and play with her foot. Gradually, she allowed the 
towel to slip, either down from her breasts or off her lap 
to reveal more leg than Mike had ever seen, except in 
magazines of course. 

Occasionally, she would bend over, closer to Mike than 
necessary, to inspect the damage and make sure that the 
bulge in his trunks was still there. Finally, she raised 
her foot as though to test it and allowed it to brush 
heavily against Mike's erection.

"Oh, my, what have I done?" asked Nikki innocently.

"Don't worry, I think you're OK now" said Mike, embarrassed 
by his lack of control.

"I would like to thank you" said Nikki, pulling Mike 
towards her, still keeping him kneeling in front of her. 

She edged forward on the bed and pulled him against her 
chest, letting go of the towel. She kissed him on the lips 
and ran her hand over his bottom, slowly moving round to 
the side of his trunks. Mike's eyes bulged in his head at 
this sudden change of events, and his cock jerked up even 
straighter against his stomach. Nikki pulled him tightly to 
her so that there could be no doubt that she could feel his 
cock against her chest. Mike looked down and saw her naked 
breasts and marveled at their shape and beauty. He was 
convinced that he was going to come in his trunks in no 
time at this rate, and pushed his body against hers.

She pushed her thumbs into the side of his trunks and 
pulled them down to reveal his cock. The look in her eyes 
suggested that it was far bigger than she had imagined. 

Slowly, as she watched the expression on his face, her hand 
inched closer to his shaft. Triumphantly, she wrapped her 
right hand around it to get an idea of it's size and pulled 
down roughly. Mike made a squealing sound which Nikki took 
for pleasure, so she continued to move her hand up and 
down, gripping his cock as tightly as she could, just like 
she had seen in the film. Faster and faster her hand 
traveled up and down the length of his red cock until Mike 
took her hand and made her stop.

"What's wrong? Are you OK?" she asked.

"I'm fine, it just hurts a bit like that, you know" said 
Mike, keen to ensure that she continued but at a different 
pace. Taking her hand, he placed it lightly towards the top 
of his cock and moved it up and down slowly, showing her 
how he moved his thumb over the top in a circular fashion 
now and again. Nikki learned quickly. She took her time to 
look at his cock, noting the way the skin moved over the 
inner body of it, and how it seemed to be particularly 
sensitive around the top. She also looked at his balls, 
dismissing them quickly with an uninterested look on her 
face.

Lauren meanwhile was stuck in the bathroom, waiting for her 
new towel. She had heard a crash a few minutes before but 
since then only footsteps and then nothing. She opened the 
door and looked down the passageway. Venturing further, she 
made her way to the spare room, but never got that far. The 
glimpse she caught of Nikki through the crack in her 
brother's door caused her to stop so quickly that she fell 
against the wall in astonishment. Nikki had Mike's enormous 
cock in her hand and a smile on her face. His bulging red 
weapon looked ridiculously big that Nikki could hardly get 
her hand around it. Lauren stood at the doorway, covered by 
the small towel, and watched fascinated as Nikki continued 
her rhythmic stroking. Nikki didn't really seem too be sure 
of what she was meant to do. Mike seemed to enjoy having 
his cock stroked but they didn't seem to be getting 
anywhere. Her hand appeared to be tiring and the way Mike 
moved now and again suggested that his knees probably hurt 
from kneeling for so long.

"Lauren!" shouted Mike looking towards the door to his 
bedroom. He tried to grab the sheets on his bed to cover 
his rampant cock, but only served to amuse both Lauren and 
Nikki.

"I didn't mean to interrupt, don't worry about me, I'm just 
looking for a towel" said Lauren, her eyes riveted on her 
brother.

"Lori, come and help me, please" said Nikki, pleading in 
all honesty for some assistance.

"Er, hang on, this doesn't seem right," said Mike as Lauren 
stared to enter the room.

Nikki took Mike by the hand and pulled him onto his bed so 
that he could lay down, his stiff cock still rigid and 
straight to attention. In so doing, Nikki lost the last of 
her towel and therefore lay down beside him naked. Lauren 
joined them, sitting down on the floor at the head of the 
bed beside Mike, and helped Nikki to pull off Mike's T-
Shirt. The girls noticed several small hairs around his 
nipples and down the center of his chest.

Mike's left hand moved over Nikki's chest exploring her 
firms breasts and tweaking her nipples with unnecessary 
force until Nikki asked him to be a little more gentle. 
Lauren's gaze was still fixed on the first live cock that 
she had ever seen as it bounced against her brother's 
stomach. Nikki took hold of his cock again, raising her 
right leg to allow him to move his hand from her breasts 
down between her legs. The feel of a boy's cock in her hand 
and a boy's finger over her slit had obviously persuaded 
her that it was time to let him try and enter her. But 
Lauren knew she would be concerned that he might come 
inside her as she was approaching the middle of her period.

Mike needed little encouragement, and as Nikki shifted 
herself into the middle of the bed, he took up position in 
between her legs. Trying to look like a natural-born stud, 
he plunged painfully into Nikki's bottom, followed by 
another stoke that hit her leg.

"Lauren, please, can you help him in?" asked Nikki, this 
time in desperate need of assistance.

Lauren moved down to the middle of the bed, exchanging 
frantic glances with Nikki as she questioned the request. 

"Nik, it's not right!" she protested feebly.

"Look, just guide it in, that's all. Please?"

Reluctantly, she slowly reached out and took hold of her 
brother's cock with her right hand. She marveled at its 
strength and thickness, and noticed that it was quite 
difficult to aim it into Nikki's vagina. She therefore used 
her left hand to spread Nikki's pussy lips, reducing the 
risk of Nikki's first male penetration being in her anus. 

The towel fell away from her body, revealing her small 
breasts to Mike who had, in Lauren's opinion, a stupid grin 
on his face as he slowly pushed forward under Lauren's 
guidance and let his purple knob rest just inside the 
entrance to her hot sex. Mike stroked gently for almost a 
minute, entering further each time until he had all his 
cock buried inside her. Lauren let go and rested her hands 
on Nikki's legs while she watched her brother pumping in 
and out of the girl that she had just brought to orgasm 
herself in the bathroom.

"I think I'm going to come" he said looking down at Nikki.

"Get out then and we'll do the rest" instructed Nikki and 
she shuffled up the bed, thereby releasing his cock from 
her grip. "Come on, give me your hand, sit here" she said 
to Lauren as she again gripped his cock. Lauren sat on the 
bed with her legs curled up underneath her bottom. Nikki 
sat cross legged as Mike knelt on the bed, making his cock 
about mouth level with the girls. They each held part of 
his cock and moved slowly up and down as he had shown 
Nikki, their hands gliding smoothly over his tool due to 
the lubrication from Nikki's vagina. Mike looked at his 
sister for some time before staring between Nikki's legs 
and the dark triangle of hair that covered her enlarged 
slit.

"Look, watch me" said Mike interrupting. Nikki's efforts 
had been with the best intentions, but they were both 
painful and frustrating. 

He also hoped that a brief pause for their education would 
calm him down and make him last a little longer. He took 
their hands off his cock and held himself with four fingers 
towards the top of his manhood. Rubbing up and down slowly, 
he showed the girls that gentle movements focused around 
the purple head were the most effective (for him, he added) 
and he let first Nikki and then Lauren try for themselves, 
correcting them until it felt right. While Nikki practiced, 
he sneaked a look at his sister's legs, and the hairless 
area that existed between them. His cock jerked and swelled 
involuntarily, releasing a little blob of white cum as 
Nikki let go and Lauren took her turn.

Mike then held the tip of his cock with his thumb and index 
finger, and moved the foreskin backwards and forwards, no 
more then half an inch. The little girls watched fascinated 
as clearly his cock stiffened again, turned a deeper shade 
of red and the dark veins bulged along the length of his 
weapon. He let go, and Lauren was the first to resume, 
taking hold gently of his cock and slowly running her 
finger around the head. Nikki took her cue, holding him 
further down, and began gently stroking.

Lauren could smell Nikki on her hands and took a moment to 
record the smell in her mind for her own fantasies. And 
then it dawned on her that this was indeed one of her most 
played out fantasies, that of Nikki and Mike together. 
Lauren uncurled her legs and sat cross-legged like Nikki. 
Although she was looking at his cock, she knew that Mike 
had seen her shaven slit. He placed a hand on each of their 
shoulders, steadying himself as they slowly increased in 
speed and Lauren's pussy lips parted to reveal her inner 
folds and budding clitoris.

"Is that good?" Nikki asked Mike.

"Mmm" he replied, taking Lauren's left hand and placing it 
under his balls. Lauren was surprised but didn't make a 
move to take it away. In fact, she explored a little, 
finding out that his balls were quite squishy and could be 
moved around easily. She took her right hand away from the 
tip of his cock, allowing Nikki more room to stroke him.

Mike's breathing became heavier and Nikki noticed tremors 
running through his stomach and legs. His cock looked as 
though it was getting thicker and longer, and certainly the 
head seemed to be bulging. Mike grabbed hold of his 
buttocks as his hips started to buck gently back and forth. 
His breathing became shorter and shorter. Nikki responded 
by increasing her stroking and holding the back of his 
thigh. Lauren gently squeezed his balls causing him to buck 
hard and grunt loudly as he came in a crashing orgasm. 

Lauren saw something fly over her head, and then felt 
something land in her hair. She then saw, as Nikki 
continued to pump up and down, more and more cum spurt over 
her breasts and into Nikki's face. Nikki didn't stop, but 
just kept pumping as the liquid continued to rain down on 
the little girls. Eventually, Mike took away Nikki's hand 
and moaned. He slumped back onto the bed, facing away from 
the girls. Lauren and Nikki looked at each other wide-eyed 
and giggled quietly to themselves. Both girls had cum in 
their hair, and traces were running over their breasts. 

Nikki wiped her finger over Lauren's left breast and put it 
to her mouth, shrugging her shoulders as she tasted his 
seed. She scooped a little more and put her finger to 
Lauren's lips. A tiny tongue flicked out and back in again. 
Lauren nodded, picked up her towel and made for the 
bathroom.

Nikki took her large towel, covered herself and knelt down 
to kiss Mike on the cheek. She joined Lauren in the 
bathroom where they washed quickly and returned to Lauren's 
bedroom to dress.

"Well, did you like the taste? Alysia said it was always 
salty" said Nikki.

"How does she know? It didn't taste too bad. How did his 
cock feel inside you, it looked massive!" said Lauren with 
a pained expression on her face.

"It hurt a little, but I was just worried about getting 
pregnant. I'm glad he didn't come inside me. Anyway, it was 
fun to see it shooting out." offered Nikki.

"How did you know what to do to make him come? Have you 
done it before for someone?" asked Lauren, dying to know 
the secrets.

"Don't be dumb, I saw the film like I told you from my 
Dad's hotel. They do it all the time on there" said Nikki, 
remembering some of the scenes.

"I'd like to see it. Can I? What about tomorrow, my folks 
are out at Grandma's!" bubbled Lauren, eyes wide in 
anticipation.

"I don't know. We ought to invite your brother as well, so 
that it's more fun. I bet he'd like to see it!" suggested 
Nikki.

And so Nikki mentioned, casually of course, that she 
happened to have a film that Mike might be interested in 
and would he like to join them tomorrow morning after his 
parents have left for Grandma's house because they were 
going to watch it. Not surprisingly, Mike accepted 
immediately, and even as he said the words, his cock sprang 
into life again in anticipation.


Chapter 8

Sunday 12th July

Lauren managed to make it out of bed at about 9 o'clock, 
probably a record for her on a Sunday. However, there was 
so much banging and clattering going on that any further 
sleep was impossible. Her father had returned last night 
from Geneva and was now behind schedule in loading the car 
for the trip to Grandma's house. Her parents had promised 
to go every weekend to decorate the place and get it 
finished for the winter. Once they had finished the spare 
bedroom, they intended to stay there on Saturday nights to 
look after Grandma and continue their decorating. However, 
until the room was ready, they had to make daily trips 
which was a nuisance, and as her father's workload had 
increased, so the regular trips had become fewer and fewer.

Lauren made her way to the bathroom and locked the door. 
She felt embarrassed about what had happened the previous 
afternoon with Nikki and Mike, and cross with herself that 
her morals had lasted such a short time. It was in this 
bathroom that she had determined that she would not touch 
Mike's cock, and then, half an hour later, she was in his 
bedroom, naked, holding his balls as he came on her face 
and tits.

She showered, remembering that Nikki was due round some 
time with her film. Taking the soap, she pushed a soapy 
finger into her anus, pulled it out and rinsed it under the 
jet from the showerhead. She repeated it a couple more 
times, making sure that she had cleaned her vagina as well 
in preparation for what was sure to be a naked morning. She 
had seen Mike's gaze lock on to her hairless pussy and was 
sure that he would want another exhibition. Shit, she 
thought, more morals out the window. However, she again 
rationalised her feelings by convincing herself that she 
was only experimenting like everyone else.

Lauren had breakfast with her Mum and Dad, Mike joining 
them later. They avoided eye contact to start with, until 
Mike grinned like a Cheshire cat and Lauren could only 
smile back. No harm done, it appeared, and so they both 
looked forward to the arrival of Nikki, who would no doubt 
be a fashionable fifteen minutes late.

Her father was not really looking forward to the sixty mile 
drive, especially as it involved going over the mountains 
through the tourist belt which was always slow. He came and 
went, carrying tools and decorating stuff until he stopped 
for another coffee, leaving his paintbrushes by the kitchen 
sink.

"Don't forget this suitcase, it's got our painting clothes 
in it" shouted her mother. Dutifully, her father picked up 
the case and loaded it into the car, just as Nikki arrived 
clutching a shopping bag.

"Off shopping, are we?" her father asked Nikki.

"I've got to return this video, it doesn't play properly" 
stated Nikki coolly.

"Well, we're going down through the town, do you need a 
lift?" he asked.

"No, we'll leave later I expect, but thanks" responded 
Nikki.

Lauren's parents set off an hour later than they had 
planned at about eleven o'clock. Mike peered out of the 
front window to ensure the car disappeared down the hill. 

Nikki carried the tape and coffee into the lounge, slopping 
a brown trail as she walked so that she needed to wipe up 
afterwards before she ceremoniously handed the tape to 
Mike. 

The lounge was the largest room in the house, and could 
have accommodated two sofas if required. Opposite the 
lounge door was the TV and video, pointing to the center of 
the room. On the far wall was the single, large sofa, 
pulled away from wall a couple of feet to allow the 
radiators to function properly. There was an armchair on 
either side of the sofa, and a coffee table right in the 
middle of the room.

"Probably a good idea not to get this jammed in your Dad's 
machine, eh?" said Nikki smirking.

Mike loaded the tape and drew the curtains together, 
leaving only a slight gap in the middle. He sat down on the 
sofa, while Nikki sat on the floor in front of him. Lauren 
was still in the kitchen as the credits and titles started 
to roll against a background of a very young girl walking 
on a deserted beach.

"She doesn't look very old. What's this film called? asked 
Mike not really caring but hoping that some conversation 
would help his embarrassment.

"School Daze. It's about some school that helps people get 
their memory back" said Nikki, turning to her right to look 
at Mike. 

"Oh, right," said Mike, none the wiser. "Where's Lauren?"

Nikki got up and went into the kitchen, returning after a 
while with Lauren. The young girl in the film was still 
walking along the beach and the credits were still rolling. 
The picture then faded into the scene of a car, traveling 
at speed, and then there was a scene of a badly 
reconstructed accident, involving the young girl. Then 
darkness. As the picture came back, there was a shot of her 
lying in bed with a doctor saying not to worry, her memory 
will come back. Following some obvious pictures of her 
generally mending, she was joined in her bedroom by a young 
girl and boy of about the same age, sixteen or seventeen. 

They sat either side of her as she lay in bed. The boy 
gently kissed her on the lips, pulling the covers down to 
reveal her silk nightie. The girl then leaned over and 
placed her hand over the injured girls large breast (who's 
name it appears was Jane). She told Jane to relax and they 
would start the therapy.

The boy jumped out of his jeans, and pulled his T-Shirt 
over his head so that he stood next to Jane in just his 
underpants. The camera panned round to the girl, who 
proceeded to unbutton her blouse to reveal her ample 
breasts straining against her bra. She also pushed her 
jeans down over her legs and stood in her underwear, 
showing off her hourglass figure. The both pulled Jane's 
sheets down, the nightie hardly covering her thighs. The 
camera crudely showed Jane's legs full screen from feet to 
her knickers. The boy took his partners hand and placed her 
kneeling on the bed at Jane's head, facing her feet.
Mike looked around, feeling his cock searching inside his 
trousers for somewhere to expand but to no avail. Nikki 
caught his discomfort.

"Hey, do you want me to take your jeans off?" she asked.
"Yeah, that would be good" said Mike with a grin.

Nikki sat next to Mike and undid his zip and the top button 
on his jeans, allowing his cock to burst upwards. Mike 
raised his bottom and let Nikki pull his trousers down to 
his ankles. Lauren was watching from her armchair, her legs 
pulled up to her chest giving the television a great view 
of her kickers underneath her skirt.

The film continued as the two therapists removed Jane's 
nightie and ran their tongues along her legs towards her 
vagina, the girl leaning over Jane. Jane's legs parted 
willingly to allow them to lick either side of her vagina. 

They both took hold of her knickers and tugged them down 
over her ankles. The girl returned quickly to licking the 
top of her thighs, darting her tongue momentarily over the 
entrance to her vagina, causing Jane to moan loudly as her 
clitoris popped into view. She had exceptionally long, 
shapely legs that accounted for at least some of Mike's 
throbbing erection. Jane's breasts were full, classically 
shaped orbs that rested perfectly as she lay down. The dark 
nipples were alive, responding to Jane's touch as she ran 
her hands from her breasts down over her stomach and around 
the top of her pubic hair. The camera obligingly showed her 
vagina in close-up, the tanned skin now folded away to 
reveal the pinkness of her insides. The lack of tan lines 
over her body enhanced the wonderful contrast in tones, 
giving Jane a look of luxury and well-being.

The boy took off his underpants, and obligingly pulled his 
partner's knickers to her knees, exposing a very wet 
clitoris and inner sanctum. Taking his position between 
Jane's legs, he plunged into her while the girl pulled 
Jane's ankles towards her as she rubbed her vagina over 
Jane's face. Mike couldn't believe his eyes as he watched 
the display. How could they allow this on video, he 
thought? And they looked so young. What if they got caught 
doing it?

Lauren still had her legs up against her chest, but her 
right hand had found its way around her bottom and was 
stroking her vagina very lightly in time with the action on 
the screen. Nikki had her left hand inside the gusset of 
Mike's underpants, massaging his balls and occasionally 
touching his stiff cock. 

Enthralled, they watched the threesome as the boy suddenly 
withdrew and shot his cum over Jane's breasts. Before he 
had finished coming, he entered Jane again and continued 
pumping away until it appeared that Jane had an orgasm. Not 
content with that, though, they then swapped positions so 
that the young girl was between Jane's legs, and she began 
to lick Jane's pussy lips. 

The camera zoomed in close to record every detail and 
Lauren and Nikki watched in rapt attention as the girl's 
tongue probed further and further inside her vagina. Jane's 
legs were high above her head, and held in place by the 
young boy. He brought them down to rest them on her lovely 
chest so that she was doubled up, and still the girl 
continued to lick her pussy.

Lauren let her legs stretch out as her hand moved in 
between her legs. Nikki had the same idea and put Mike's 
hand over her sopping wet knickers. He tugged at them, and 
Nikki assisted him in pulling them down her legs. She took 
his T-Shirt and pulled it off over his head, and finally 
removed his underpants, leaving only his socks.

"Lori!" whispered Nikki, beckoning her over to the sofa. 
Lauren crawled over to the sofa and sat at Nikki's feet. 
Nikki pulled her up and took hold of her T-Shirt, easing it 
over her head. Lauren wasn't wearing a bra and Nikki's 
hands glided gently over her back and down to her skirt. 
Nikki found the little zip and removed the skirt, letting 
it fall to Lauren's knees as she knelt in front of her. 

Lauren returned the favor, pulling Nikki's T-Shirt over her 
head and running her hands over her breasts. The real 
prize, though, was waiting for her below, and she was 
determined, if Nikki was going to have Mike, that she was 
going to have a taste of Nikki. And so, parting Nikki's 
legs, she ran her tongue over her stomach and along her 
inner thighs, just as they had done in the film. Nikki knew 
what she was going to do and was delighted, as her 
attention returned to the screen.

Lauren licked very slowly along Nikki's thighs as she held 
Nikki's legs up and apart with her hands. Nikki slid a 
little down the sofa, exposing both her pussy and her anus. 
Mike was watching both performances, amazed at his sister 
and her sudden lack of inhibition. In between the screen 
and the show on the sofa, Mike happened to glance out of 
the window.

"Shit! Shit! Move it, Dad's back!" shouted Mike, grabbing 
some of his clothes. "We'll have to hide down here, he'll 
see us going up!"

"Where?" shouted Nikki, switching off the TV and grabbing 
clothes wherever she found them. She had a look of absolute 
panic about her.

"Quick, behind the sofa!" whispered Lauren, pushing Nikki 
to the back of the room. The children piled down behind the 
sofa, not caring how they landed as long as they were out 
of sight and quiet. They had just crammed themselves in 
when they heard their father's key in the front door.

"It's me! Hello?"

They heard his footsteps going into the kitchen and a 
number of cupboard doors banging. Lauren was petrified, and 
felt her sphincter tighten uncontrollably. God knows what 
would happen if they were caught. She heard distant banging 
and clattering from the kitchen, and simply waited for the 
second shout of `Hello', or the sound of footsteps coming 
into the kitchen or dining room that would signal disaster. 

Her heart thrashed wildly as she tried to get comfortable, 
caught between Mike and the sofa and almost lying on top of 
Nikki. She closed her eyes, letting all her mind 
concentrate on the noises from downstairs, analysing 
whether they meant good or bad news.

When it became clear that her father was not going to 
search for them, Lauren again took stock of where they had 
all landed. The space between the sofa and the wall was 
such that only two people could really squeeze in there, 
and the sofa was only pulled away from the wall to let the 
radiators function during the winter. However, it had 
become a useful place to store junk out of sight.

She and Mike were head to head, while Nikki was the other 
way round. She could see a similar concern written all over 
Mike's face, and smiled weakly at him. Mike silently 
brought his hand up and placed it on her neck, reassuring 
her. Almost immediately, Lauren felt something prodding 
between them, and realised that his erection was regaining 
it's strength. Mike ran his hand across her cheek, pulling 
her lips gently towards his own. His kissed her upper lip 
very romantically as he stroked her face, his hard cock now 
searching out her hairless pussy.

Nikki was squashed between the sofa and Lauren's bottom. 
She could see between Lauren's legs since her face was only 
a couple of inches from her vagina, and so she was also 
amused to see Mike's cock regaining it's potency and head 
for Lauren. As the noises from the kitchen continued, she 
moved her right hand in between Lauren's legs. Mike's cock 
then, for reasons unbeknown to Nikki, grew fully erect, 
pushing into Lauren's leg. 

Nikki took his weapon and re-directed it towards his 
sister's vagina. Both Lauren and Mike twitched, not sure 
who was doing what to whom. Lauren gently let out a long 
breath as she moved her head slightly to return her 
brother's kiss. Nikki knew that Lauren was becoming aroused 
again by the way she ground her hips against the floor, 
positioning herself very slightly to accept the rigid pole 
heading for her vagina. Lauren sighed quietly as they heard 
the front door slam shut.

They all waited for the sound of the car engine starting, 
then Mike extracted himself from the pile of bodies and 
tiptoed across to the window, confirming that the car was 
again heading down the hill, and that there were two 
occupants. His cock stood proudly out in front of him as he 
looked inquiringly at his sister, still squatting behind 
the sofa.

"Shit, the video was running all the time!" blurted Lauren, 
looking at the VCR under the TV.

"Let's see a bit more, then I think Mike needs to go to the 
Chemist and get some protection." instructed Nikki, taking 
her seat again on the sofa. Lauren sat the other side, with 
Mike in between.

Whispering in her ear, Mike said somewhat embarrassed "Why 
don't you have any hair down there?"

"Nikki had to take it off. Someone from school played a 
trick with chewing gum" replied Lauren also in a whisper. 

"Oh" was all Mike could say, although it was clear within a 
few seconds that his cock fully understood what must have 
happened.

When the TV came back on, it was clear that poor Jane still 
hadn't been able to remember anything before her accident. 
She still had very few clothes on, looked beautiful, but 
managed also to present a perfect portrayal of the dumb 
bimbo. Either she hadn't ever done anything with her life 
before the accident, or the medical staff would just have 
to try even harder. And of course, they chose the latter, 
deciding that some good fresh air might help her.

The next scene found her lying on a sunbed out buy a 
private swimming pool. So private that the only people 
around were her and two doctors wearing white coats and 
sporting stethoscopes to add to the atmosphere. One of the 
doctors took a bottle of suntan oil and asked her to lie on 
her stomach while he proceeded to rub it over her back, 
loosening her bra strap in the process. The second doctor 
joined in, but from the other end. Within a few seconds, 
they had her panties off and were administering the oil 
between her parted legs. Jane clearly found it exciting as 
evidenced by the pink lips of her vagina parting to reveal 
the beginnings of a dark tunnel. Lauren also thought that 
it looked as though she could see inside her anus, but 
presumed that was a trick of the light.

"Why don't we stop it here?" asked Nikki, ever practical 
and not averse to being a party pooper.

"OK, shall I make some lunch then, I think there's stuff in 
the fridge." said Lauren.

"Good idea, while Mike goes down-town" encouraged Nikki.
And so, and to the surprise of the other two, Lauren stood 
up, pulled on her T-Shirt, and walked into the kitchen, not 
caring who noticed her bare legs, and unconcerned that her 
knickers were on the lounge floor. Nikki dressed similarly, 
while Mike prepared for his quick trip to the Chemist.
"Back in about thirty minutes you two" he shouted, slamming 
the door. Although he had an air of bravado about him, 
inside he was rehearsing the lines to be delivered at the 
chemist.

"What would you do if your Dad found you naked?" asked 
Nikki.

"I know what he'd do. He'd kill me."


Chapter 9

Sunday 12th July

Mike was very proud of himself, having purchased ten 
condoms without having to ask for twenty-seven other things 
beforehand, without dropping his money at the till, and 
without blushing too profusely. Indeed, a triumph and 
milestone in his life. He bounced along, whistling and 
looking at the mountains either side of the valley, and 
considered himself very fortunate to be home with two 
pretty girls who were so keen to learn. Which brought him 
to his senses. 

He was intrigued how they seemed to be so knowledgeable and 
uninhibited. He had always shied away from girls in case 
they found him lacking or wanted him to do something he 
couldn't, but this was so easy. And Lauren, she had changed 
in the past six months from being a little brat, in his 
opinion, to a sexy little girl who seemed to 
have a very intimate relationship with Nikki. In fact, it 
was clear to Mike that those two conspired together every 
hour of the day with respect to boys and sex and their 
quest for knowledge.

He walked up to the back door and entered the kitchen. 
Lauren was sitting on her favorite stool facing the back 
door, with her arms around Nikki, who also faced him and 
had managed to find a little bit of the stool to sit on as 
well. They were simply cuddling and talking quietly, 
although Lauren's arms around Nikki's waist caused her T-
Shirt to ride up, revealing her dark pubic hair between her 
shapely legs and a hint of the top of her little pussy. He 
would have loved to run his hand between Nikki's legs to 
discover whether they had been talking about boys. Perhaps, 
he thought wickedly, they had been talking about girls.

"Well, did you get them?" asked Nikki, pulling away from 
Lauren. As she did, Mike caught another glimpse of his 
sister's shaved pussy just before she closed her legs. His 
glance was not missed by Lauren who might just have allowed 
him a longer look if they had been on their own.

"Easy, look" he said, holding up his trophy.

"Hey! Did they ask you any difficult questions?" joked 
Lauren.

"No, not even what flavour! The girl behind the counter 
sounded like she sells them all day" quipped Mike.

"You can't get them in flavours stupid, you don't eat 
them!" said Lauren.

"Er, I think you can, Sis. I'll explain later!"

"OK! Lunch time. Oh, there's a new house rule, by the way" 
giggled Nikki, looking at Lauren.

"Yeah, T-shirts only. Go and change!" added Lauren, 
grinning at Mike. The girls laughed loudly as Mike went 
upstairs to `change' for lunch.

Five minutes later, he reappeared and took his place at the 
kitchen table. His semi-hard cock bobbed under his shirt, 
and each time the tip rubbed against the material, it 
bobbed again, refusing to lie down or become fully erect. 
Lauren had poured some wine to go with their meal, and they 
toasted each other to a happy summer, even though Lauren 
and Nikki still had school that next week.

They ate quickly and Lauren made some tea. Once finished, 
Lauren took her position at the sink to do the washing up, 
while Nikki and Mike waited to dry the dishes. Nikki made a 
number of deliberate attempts to bump into Mike, just to 
make sure that things were still active under his T-Shirt, 
once making a direct grab for his cock and holding it 
briefly. In response, while Lauren's back was turned, he 
ran his fingers between the cheeks of her bottom as far as 
his hand would go, causing her to rise on tip toes and draw 
in a sharp breath. A little surge of excitement ran through 
them both as he removed his hand and took another plate.
As they returned to the lounge, the effect of the wine and 
food was apparent, as Mike slumped onto the sofa while 
Lauren and Nikki each took an armchair. 

"Shall we start the film off?" said Nikki eagerly.

"Go on then" encouraged Mike. "Rewind that bit to the 
beginning where she gets the sun tan stuff."

"Hold on, shouldn't you get you things ready? Let me have a 
look at them. How do they work?" asked Lauren.

"God, honestly, sometimes you're so innocent, you know" 
said Nikki, even though she too had never seen a condom, 
let alone put one on a boy's cock But at least she knew 
what they were for, one up on her little friend. Mike took 
the packet and pulled out a condom, then another two and 
distributed them to the girls who now sat at his feet in 
front of the sofa.

"Yeah, so now what?" asked Lauren. "What does it say on the 
packet?"

"Er, Extra Safe, and Electronically Tested, and Anatom, 
hang on .... er, Anatomically Shaped Condoms" offered Mike, 
reading the words on the pack of twelve. "Oh, here you are, 
holding the teat, roll a new condom completely over the 
erect penis before contact. Carefully remove after 
ejaculation, taking care to avoid any spillage. Use once 
only."

"Sounds easy. Turn the film on then!" Nikki said, twisting 
around so she could see the TV. Lauren sat up on the sofa, 
debating whether she would watch the film (probably) or 
curl up and fall asleep (probably as well). She stretched 
out with her head on the arm of the sofa at the other end 
from her brother, and allowed her feet to wander across his 
legs. 

Jane was back on the screen, having her back massaged and 
oiled again. Lauren shifted slightly to get more 
comfortable, accidentally brushing her foot against her 
brother's rigid cock. She thought that would be an 
interesting game to play, and so as she lay there, she ran 
her toes idly up and down his cock providing just enough 
stimulation to keep it stiff without any fear of him 
coming.

As Jane lost her bikini bottom, Lauren again noted the 
larger than normal hole she had for her anus, and 
attributed this to the way she was built. The doctor at her 
feet opened his white coat to reveal a massive cock 
pointing in the direction of Jane. The second doctor had 
also undone his coat, and with his hand behind Jane's head, 
pushed his cock into her mouth. The camera zoomed in to 
show her lips around the monster cock, and how she used her 
tongue around the swollen member. Meanwhile the other 
doctor wanted to take her from behind, and had spread her 
legs, lubricating her pussy lips with large amounts of sun 
tan oil.

Nikki took a deep breath. Her fingers were sticky from 
playing with herself, and she licked them, tasting her 
youthful scent. She dearly wanted Mike's cock inside her 
and thought about how she would like to do it. The sofa was 
the best bet, and she wanted to watch the film and let 
Lauren see what was happening at the same time. She decided 
that if she got him to do her from behind that might work, 
and so with Plan A conceived and mentally agreed, she 
turned to look at Mike who was fixated by the scene on the 
TV. Kissing his knees, she slowly parted his legs, noting 
that Lauren's foot was moving up and down his cock.

Jane, still on her stomach on the sun bed, had moved so 
that her head was hanging over the end, and below her sat 
one of the naked doctors, presenting her his cock for 
sucking. The second doctor, naked as well, had parted her 
straight legs to a seemingly impossible degree, and the 
scene cut to a close-up of his frightening weapon at the 
entrance to Jane's sopping wet pussy. Placing his hand in 
the small of her back, he expertly aimed his cock and 
teasingly pushed slowly so that only an inch disappeared 
inside. Mike nudged Nikki, pointing to the screen. Lauren 
was already glued to the set.

Pulling his cock back out, he took it in his hand and gave 
it a couple of strokes, and then replaced it, pushing 
deeper and deeper until finally, to the children's 
amazement, it was in to the hilt and their pubic hair met. 

Jane continued to suck on the cock in front of her, holding 
his balls with her right hand. The movement of her head was 
assisted, it seemed, from the pounding she was receiving 
from the rear. As the moans grew louder and the pounding 
more intense, the climax approached as the camera moved to 
the side of the doctor in her pussy. The doctor was 
frantically stoking into her like a dog, holding her waist 
to give himself maximum leverage. 

Suddenly, he withdrew and shot cum over her back, then way 
over her head, and finally over the cheeks of her bottom. 
Again, after a few seconds, he replaced his cock in her red 
pussy, rubbing the cum from her bottom into her anus. The 
camera cut quickly to her face, just as the second doctor 
exploded in her mouth, and cum dribbled from between her 
lips down his shaft and over his balls. The doctor held her 
head tightly as he came, roughly pulling her head back when 
he felt satisfied. The other man then slowly withdrew, 
entered her slowly and withdrew again.

"Freeze it there, please" implored Nikki, as the head of 
the man's cock disappeared into Jane's pussy, which had a 
tell-tale dribble of cum running from her hole and down her 
leg. "Jesus, I haven't seen this bit before."

Mike stopped the video, running his hand over Lauren's legs 
as a way of saying thank you for playing with his cock 
which by now was absolutely rigid and hurt him a little. He 
pulled Lauren towards him causing her to bend her legs, the 
right one flat on the sofa while the other knee pointed to 
the ceiling, giving Nikki a view of her wet pussy. Nikki 
resumed her knee kissing, moving slowly up his legs and 
arriving at his balls. Her tongue found the base of his 
cock, and Lauren's toes. Taking her foot, she moved it to 
the top of Mike's cock and started sucking both. 

After several minutes, during which Lauren squirmed on the 
sofa while playing with her pussy, Nikki took a condom and 
tore the corner off the foil packet. She had no idea which 
way up they were meant to be, but Mike found the little 
bulb at the end and held it for her. She took it between 
her thumb and forefinger while Lauren watched. Unrolling it 
over Mike's cock, she made sure that it went down as far as 
possible, while Lauren sat up and slid onto the floor, 
allowing Nikki to use the whole of the sofa. 

Imitating the film, she presented her bottom to Mike while 
on all fours. His rigid cock hardly moved as he took his 
position behind her, somewhat unsteadily at first until he 
managed to place his right foot along her side and in front 
of her hips.

Nikki looked at Lauren, imploringly again, and Lauren 
shuffled up to them, taking her brother's cock. She pulled 
Nikki's pussy lips slightly apart with her left hand and 
again guided him so that the little teat was touching her 
inner folds. Mike pushed and entered her, causing Nikki to 
squeal when she realised that his cock felt bigger than it 
had the day before. She reached out for Lauren, pulling her 
around so that she could see her, desperate to kiss her 
beautiful friend on the occasion of the loss of her 
virginity. 

Lauren responded warmly, although with her brother's 
stroking it was difficult to kiss her how she needed to 
without bumping slightly painfully. So Lauren sized up the 
situation and contorted herself underneath Nikki so that 
her feet went out between her brother's.

Nikki lowered herself using her arms to support her weight 
until she felt her breasts touch Lauren's. The movement 
also caused her bottom to be presented more favorably to 
Mike, who increased his rate of stroking as he watched the 
two embrace. Lauren had her arms around Nikki's neck, and 
the two girls were locked in the most passionate of 
embraces. 

Nikki was shivering uncontrollably from the effect of both 
brother and sister on her body, and as she kissed Lauren's 
neck Mike took her over the edge into an intense orgasm, 
not quite as powerful as she had had before, but certainly 
one for the record books. She held Lauren tightly, sinking 
slowly between her and the back of the sofa, her eyes 
closed with Mike's cock now only half inside her but on 
full view as her left knee bent to expose Mike's condom-
covered cock gripped by the little girl's vaginal muscles.. 
Lauren cupped her left breast, toying with the nipple and 
comforting her as though she had just been hurt.

"Oh, yes" said Nikki dreamily. Lauren saw that her brother 
had now withdrawn his semi-stiff prick from her friend's 
pussy, and that it appeared he had not come. She pulled the 
condom back down over his cock, noting that it glistened in 
the light from the window and looked like meat does in 
shrink-wrap in supermarkets. His foreskin was pulled right 
back, and so she pushed it with her fingers back over the 
top and down again, slowly and gently, pleased that his 
cock was regaining some of it's strength.

Lauren looked over at Nikki, who appeared to be in another 
world.

"Come on me?" Lauren asked. "Not in me!" she added, sitting 
up again on the sofa, and moving Mike so that he knelt in 
front of her on the floor.

She took his cock and slowly moved the foreskin up and down 
so gently and carefully that Mike took a last peek at 
Nikki's exposed vagina and then closed his eyes, holding 
Lauren's knees for support. As she gathered speed, her hand 
moved to wrap around the top of his cock, each stroke 
making the condom crumple. It stared to get in the way, so 
Lauren took the curled up bit at the base of his cock and 
pulled it off. Running her hand from his balls up the top 
caused (to Lauren's delight) a tiny spot of cum to appear 
on the head of his cock. She rubbed it with her finger, 
using it to lubricate the crown.

Lauren dearly needed him to come, to prove to herself that 
she could do it to a boy, and so she brought her feet up 
onto the edge of the sofa, exposing her shaven pussy.

"Hey, perhaps this will help" she whispered.

Mike opened his eyes to discover the beautiful sight of his 
sister's sex.

"Oh, Jeeze Lori" he mumbled. His cock pulsed from deep down 
as she allowed her left hand to stray under his balls while 
still moving rhythmically up and down his shaft. As he 
stared at her little clit, he jerked frantically forward, 
shooting cum between her breasts, then directly at her 
pussy. Somewhat unromantically, Lauren wondered if the 
stains would come off the sofa, and there was so much of 
it. She began to scoop it up even before he finished 
coming, wiping it on her thighs, and then for a laugh, over 
her breasts. 

The scene caused her brother to produce yet another streak 
of cum, hitting her stomach and dribbling immediately 
downwards. Lauren stopped as Mike sank to the floor and lay 
on his back, panting for breath. His cock now hung semi-
erect to one side. Lauren realised that she was the odd one 
out, but didn't really mind. It was going to be an exciting 
summer with so much to learn and she felt sure that this 
was the first of many such occasions.

Turning to Nikki, she saw that she was still apparently 
asleep, her breathing regular. She really loved her breasts 
and their shape as they gave way to the flatness of her 
stomach down towards her pubic hair. It was then that she 
noted the slightest trace of blood between her legs. Lauren 
went to the bathroom and fetched a flannel, squeezed out 
the warm water and gently wiped away all traces of her loss 
without waking her.


Chapter 10

Saturday 18th July

A week had passed since their frolicking in front of the 
TV, and Lauren and Nikki were now free from school for the 
duration of the summer holidays - about eight weeks. The 
weather promised to live up to all expectations in that 
cloudless skies were expected for at least the whole of the 
next week, and Lauren had no commitments to go anywhere or 
do anything, except for a school project which she would 
start at the end of August. Lauren's affection for her 
brother had consolidated without manifesting itself in any 
particular way. They hadn't experimented any more, and 
after Nikki had taken the video back home, the afternoon 
had not been mentioned again, even by the girls at school. 

Lauren thought it unnecessary due to the tight bond that 
now existed between Lauren and Nikki, evident even to 
Lauren's mother, who knew something had changed. Of course, 
she had no idea that their friendship extended into 
intimacy and involved her son.

"So why don't you go up into the mountains with a picnic, 
that would be fun, wouldn't it? asked Lauren's mother, 
trying to help her find something to do. "You could invite 
Mike's friend, Patrik, that he stays with. What about 
that?" she said hopefully. "or even Stefan and Rebecca next 
door. Oh, and don't forget we're going to see them in a 
couple of weeks for lunch."

"Yeah yeah yeah...I'll see what Nikki is doing" she said, 
pressing the quick call button to ring Nikki's house. She 
heard her answer after a couple of rings. "Hey, it's me, 
what's happening?"

"Not much, we could go shopping, it is Saturday after all. 
Thought you needed a pattern for your dress?" said Nikki, 
hoping for something better.

"My mum said she'd make us a picnic if we wanted to go up 
with it" offered Lauren.

"I said I'd help, not make it all, miss" her mother 
shouted.

"Yeah yeah, shall we? Mike wants to go, and he might bring 
his friend from school" added Lauren.

"What's his friend like, is he a big boy?" quizzed Nikki 
with a seductive voice.

"How do I know" giggled Lauren. She thought that sometimes 
Nikki was incorrigible.

"OK, let's do it. See you in five minutes. I'll bring some 
wine from our fridge. Bye" she said, ringing off.

And so as Mike talked to Patrik on the phone, the picnic 
took shape, Lauren making sandwiches while her mother 
packed some soft drinks into a small hamper. It contained 
all the plates and cutlery they needed, along with cups and 
a big tablecloth. Lauren had used it many times, even on 
her own, when wandering up in the mountains during the hot 
summers.

Nikki arrived with her carrier bag containing the wine and 
a blanket, and the three set off up the hill to wait for 
Patrik at the bus stop that dropped people at the start of 
the mountain trail. He arrived a few minutes later, and 
after the usual introductions, the boys set off in the 
lead, holding the hamper while the girls carried Nikki's 
bag, swapped gossip and watched the boy's bottoms.
Patrik was roughly the same height with Germanic blonde 
hair cut short around his handsome face. The hair made his 
skin seem more tanned than the average schoolboy, and Nikki 
noticed that he seemed to be built like Mike in that he had 
strong shoulders and his tight jeans accentuated his form. 

However, Nikki felt she still preferred Mike but was 
willing to wait and see. Lauren wasn't even evaluating the 
boys, but instead concentrated on how should would fend off 
any advances that Patrik might make while they were out in 
the mountains. She was also damn sure that she wasn't going 
to do anything with her brother while Patrik was around.

And so the party made it's way up the trail, deviating 
slightly off the normal tourist route towards a small 
stream that Lauren and Mike knew about a mile from the 
beginning of the track. As they climbed, the dense firs 
thinned to give way to rough grazing suitable for sheep and 
the odd goat. They could hear distant cow bells clanging 
from below and the occasional bleating of a sheep from the 
craggy rocks above them. The warm sun and the fresh air 
soon gave them a healthy appetite, and so they were ready 
for lunch when they arrived at the outcrop that provided 
both a turning point in the stream and a place to set up 
their blanket.

Lauren readied the lunch in her usual domesticated fashion 
with some assistance from Nikki while the boys took a look 
at the water, disappearing from view as they explored the 
rocks and tracked the water up the mountain. Lauren called 
them for lunch a couple of times before she saw them re-
emerge from behind the rocks. As they all sat down, Nikki 
asked Patrik to open her wine and he obliged by pouring it 
into a beaker for each of them. They munched in silence, 
listening to the incessant warbling of a skylark way over 
their heads and the burbling of the little stream next to 
them. The cars winding along the roads below them were 
silent, as was the train that passed through the valley on 
its way to Lausanne.

Nikki lay back, blades of grass poking in her hair as she 
watched the cloudless sky.

"Your mum's very good to you, you know. Mine wouldn't have 
gone to all that trouble, making all that food."

"She thinks you're underfed" replied Mike, smiling as he 
moved slightly towards her and lay on his stomach.

"Rubbish" said Nikki indignantly, hitting him gently on the 
arm "I'm not that bad. Parts of me are pretty good, you 
know" she teased.

"Oh, I know" quipped Mike, gazing at the small mounds of 
Nikki's breasts.

Lauren was unimpressed. `Here we go again' she thought. 
However, this time she had no desire to watch her brother 
having his way with Nikki. Even the thought of Patrik and 
his strong body could not complete with a feeling of 
serenity that possessed Lauren as she relaxed after her 
lunch. She watched as Nikki strategically positioned 
herself so that only Mike could see the little gap between 
her legs. Lauren knew exactly what she was doing without 
having to see for herself. She guessed that her brother, 
who took casual glances in Nikki's direction now and again, 
could see plenty. Lauren watched as he moved on the 
blanket, not just to get a better view no doubt but also to 
give his expanding cock room to breath. 

Nikki leaned back on her elbows, her legs gliding apart 
again slightly so that Mike had an even better view of here 
little knickers and the tempted darkened valley that her 
pussy made against the tight material. Nikki licked her 
finger and pretended to rub off a spot of dirt from her 
thigh, looking up suddenly to see Mike's big eyes riveted 
to her underwear. The wicked smile on Nikki's lips betrayed 
her true intentions, and so it was surprise that, as if on 
cue, Mike suggested that he and Nikki should take a look at 
the river. 

Nikki obligingly followed before he even finished speaking. 
She pulled her skirt into place, smoothing down the back as 
she walked towards the stream with him. Clearly, Patrik had 
been forewarned and made no effort to follow them. Instead, 
he poured more wine for Lauren and himself, and leant back 
on a rock to watch the view. He attempted to make small 
talk but was unaccomplished and had nothing much to say for 
himself. 

Lauren could hear giggles coming from the rocks and hoped 
they were enjoying themselves. She conjured up a vision of 
her brother's lovely cock pushing into Nikki as she lay on 
her back for the whole world to see. Patrik smiled at her. 

Lauren conceded that he wasn't too bad looking, it was just 
that she didn't want to do anything to him that might give 
him any ideas. As the giggling increased, she was quite 
convinced that he was listening to the others just as she 
was, and watched the expression on his face as he pretended 
to gaze over the scenery below.

Lauren positioned herself so that she could talk to Patrik 
as well as see the others in the background. Her bother, 
with his underpants around his knees, braced himself above 
Nikki as she lay on her back next to the stream. He had his 
shirt on still, and his shoes and socks. Nikki on the other 
hand appeared to have lost her knickers, but retained her 
skirt which had been hoisted over her waist. Lauren thought 
she saw a little blob at the end of Mike's cock, and Lauren 
assumed that he had already rolled a condom over his big 
shaft. Lauren felt hot, her head swimming slightly not only 
from the effect of the sunshine and wine but also from the 
heady vision of her brother entering her best friend.

Patrik edged closer to Lauren, but she felt that she would 
have to disappoint him, as she crossed her legs and 
commented on the stunning view. To make her point 
undeniably final, she stood up and walked around in 
pretense of seeing the valley more clearly, managing in the 
process to gain an even better view of her brother pumping 
madly into Nikki. She watched her brother finish off, and 
concluded from his jerking and the care he took withdrawing 
that he had probably come this time. Lauren sat down again, 
gathering her legs underneath her. She could hear the 
hurried activity beyond as they both dressed.

Returning after ten minutes to the picnic - as though they 
had only been for a quiet stroll in the countryside - Nikki 
and Mike finished their wine and the four of them sat 
talking together about school and parents. Time passed so 
rapidly that they noticed that it was almost five o'clock 
before they decided to make their way down the mountain and 
back home. Patrik was disappointed with the lack of success 
of his overtures to Lauren but said nothing. Equally, Nikki 
and Mike said nothing about their riverside experience.

A warm glow was kindled inside Lauren, partially by the 
overhead sun and the lunch, but also by a burning desire 
for both her brother and her best girlfriend. Lauren was 
supremely happy that afternoon as they walked through the 
trees and out onto the road, convinced beyond any doubt 
that she was in love, and anyone who talked to her would 
have been forgiven for thinking she was drunk.

She arrived home with her brother to find her mother 
watching television quietly by herself, her father on the 
sofa, asleep. A book on religious fanaticism lay on his 
stomach, spine broken, pages down, moving in unison with 
his breathing. Another book, apparently spared it's 
companion's fate, lay unopened on the carpet, titled `Waco 
and Beyond'. 

Lauren guessed why he was asleep; she had found it 
difficult to understand why he had wanted to move from the 
governments Internal Affairs department across to the new 
section of the National Bureau, concerned with organised 
subversion. He had made it sound glamorous, even a bit of a 
James Bond role, until he confirmed that he had an enormous 
amount of reading to do if he wanted to really progress. 
The only perk that came with the new position was a four-
wheel drive car that promised to be very useful in the 
winter.

She emptied the picnic things into the sink and tiptoed up 
the stairs with Mike.


Chapter 11

Monday 20th July

Lauren had been waiting about ten minutes for Nikki when 
the bus appeared from around the corner just as her friend 
arrived. They boarded it and secured their usual back seats 
checking the occupants for any boys. Lauren needed to get 
the pattern for her bridesmaids dress and Nikki wanted to 
come and help select it. The only place to get the pattern 
was Interlaken, and so they settled back for the twenty 
minute journey.

The bus took them along the banks of the lake Thuner See, 
the brilliant blue water dotted with pleasure craft. The 
ferries that plied up and down during the summer months 
jostled for position at the small quays, anxious to collect 
passengers along their routes. The houses either side of 
the road huddled together, their roofs overhanging several 
meters in places. Gift shops displayed their usual 
trinkets, cowbells, Toblerone, postcards and cuckoo clocks. 

The advertising was unobtrusive, elegant to the point of 
being refined, and the natural wood and stone of the area 
had been used thoughtfully in the design of the properties. 

The streets were spotlessly clean; graffiti had yet to 
invade the country. Many of the villages had working wells 
as a center point, offering a natural place for meeting, 
discussion and the general contemplation of life. 

Lauren and Nikki chatted about the wedding and where they 
would go for their honeymoon if they found someone to 
marry. Lauren confided that she couldn't work out how 
people get boyfriends.

"I mean, how do you know when you going out with them 
rather than just seeing them and being friends?"

"I guess you kiss a lot and that does it. It's more than 
just going to the cinema or something" advised Nikki with 
authority.

Lauren looked at her, noting the wisdom of her advice. 
"What if someone just asks you to go out with them, 
though?"

"Oh, I don't think that counts!"

"Are you my brother's girlfriend?"

"I don't know. I suppose I could be. But we don't keep 
planning when we're going to see each other."

"I just don't get it. And I really don't see how you can 
ever be sure enough about someone to want to marry them. 
That means that you spend all your life with them!" said 
Lauren.

"Yeah, I know, it must be really difficult. I could never 
do that."

Lauren was deep in thought as they passed Spiez Castle, its 
majestic square tower standing out proudly against the deep 
blue of the lake. 

The girls left the station and made their way up the High 
Street through the middle of the town. They found a 
haberdashers on the corner of the first cross street, where 
the door rang a little bell as they entered. Lauren thought 
she had been in here before but couldn't remember why, 
although she knew where the patterns were kept, and made 
her way over by the window in the far corner. After very 
lengthy discussions, they selected one and paid the owner 
fifteen francs before leaving. Walking west, they bought a 
couple of magazines before entering a coffee house and 
sitting down. 

Nikki's mother had given her some money to buy lunch and 
they indulged themselves in milk shakes and pastries while 
reading the articles in the magazines and generally over-
staying their welcome as the proprietor paced up and down, 
fingering the bill and shaking his head as they talked and 
giggled at the articles.

As they left the coffee shop they parted, Nikki taking the 
return bus while Lauren made her way to the north of town 
to get a bus to the woman who was to make the dress, 
Kristal. She had already phoned her to say that as she 
didn't know the times of the buses she could only say that 
she would be there sometime in the afternoon. As she 
walked, she heard music from what looked like a clothes 
shop across the street. For Interlaken it was a large shop 
with a couple of steps up from the pavement into the main 
door. 

Lauren crossed the road and leaned on the black wrought-
iron railings to look through the window. It appeared that 
a fashion show was in progress, and she could just see a 
makeshift catwalk and models showing off brightly coloured 
clothes. Looking around, she saw an advertisement on the 
window, announcing a free fashion show in aid of a local 
children's charity.

Lauren entered the shop, and made her way to a space 
halfway along the small catwalk which joined up to what 
look like the regular changing rooms. She watched as 
children her own age skipped out of the changing rooms in 
jeans and warm clothing in autumn colours. The looked 
genuinely happy, probably she thought because they were 
amateurs and doing it for charity. The music was upbeat and 
added to the excitement. 

As she looked around, she noticed a boy on his own on the 
opposite side of the catwalk, closer to the changing rooms, 
also watching the parade. She was impressed. He looked 
about Mike's age but that made him all the more interesting 
- she couldn't imagine her brother being interested in such 
things. As he turned to look at the far end of the catwalk 
his gaze passed over her and returned in a perfect double-
take.

Lauren looked down at her shoes as her heart beat wildly. 
After a pause, her eyes followed the legs of one of the 
models from her shoes up to her skirt. Glancing cautiously 
off to the right of the model, she was relieved to see that 
his attention had returned to the show. Relaxing, she 
looked around and found a spare program and noted that 
there was the usual wedding dress at the climax and decided 
that she would stay. 

Lauren felt very pleased with herself, even a little grown 
up, and applauded in most of the right places. So involved 
with the show was she that she didn't notice the boy again 
looking directly at her, smiling, nodding as if to say that 
he thought it was a great show. Lauren nervously smiled 
back and looked at her program, glad to have the catwalk 
between her and the grinning boy.

The audience applauded as the models wearing the spring 
collection appeared at the beginning of the catwalk but as 
she looked up she was disappointed to discover that he had 
gone. She looked quickly towards the door, but there was no 
sign of him.

"This is supposed to be the latest in children's clothes if 
you can afford it!" said the young boy, standing next to 
her.

Her heart leapt as she glanced at his face and then back to 
her program.

"Oh, I, er I was just in here on my way to the bus stop" 
replied Lauren, thinking that she didn't have to sound so 
apologetic, she could watch if she wanted to. 

"I should stay, they might give away free samples!" joked 
the boy. 

"My name's Jim"

"Hi. Lauren." She paused, wondering what he wanted with 
her. As they looked at the clothes, a very young boy 
tripped and fell, jumping back up within seconds to the 
applause of the crowd. Both Lauren and Jim clapped, 
exchanging smiles. Lauren's fear and trepidation gave way 
to excitement as she relaxed in the knowledge that the boy 
wasn't a mad axe man that her mother often warned her 
about.

"That's lovely. Look at that" shouted Lauren over the music 
as a girl her own age walked in a carefree manner past her 
wearing a pale blue summer dress. She was surprised that 
she was able to make conversation with him as that had 
always been her greatest fear as she imagined herself 
meeting boys in her daydreams.

"Can you spare a thousand francs?"

"You're joking. Nobody would pay that...would they?" she 
asked with a look of astonishment.

"Sure. 

And so when Lauren mentioned that she was interested in the 
wedding dress and showed him the pattern the conversation 
(which Lauren could remember nothing about when she told 
Nikki later) turned to modeling and the skills required. 

Jim flatteringly said that he thought that Lauren would do 
a better job than many of the models, a comment she 
dismissed until he repeated it and confirmed he was 
serious. Lauren watched the models and concluded that there 
was much skill in professional modeling that she had seen 
on the TV but not unexpectedly it was absent from there 
today. She warmed to Jim and his easy manner, and after the 
final wedding dress she didn't hesitate when he suggested 
going for a walk along the main street.

The crowds were thinning now as the shops began to close, 
their shutters half way down to discourage further 
customers. As they turned the corner by the river, the 
distinctive aroma of roasting coffee filled the air, it's 
source easily identified from the smoke billowing through 
an extractor fan twenty meters from them. Jim tugged her by 
the hand, past the cafe window displaying pastries and 
bread, and into the dimly lit shop as the bell tinkled 
above the door.

Lauren looked at him and noticed more than a superficial 
similarity to her brother. Jim had dark curly hair, longer 
than her brothers and a strong, dark face with brilliant 
white teeth in a firm jaw. He wore a light leather jacket 
and dark green open-necked shirt with jeans. He had an 
expensive but casual air about him and seemed at ease in 
restaurants. It transpired that he too was on holiday from 
school, but attended a boarding school in Grenoble. 

Lauren's nerves calmed as she became more open and engaged 
further in conversation with him. By the end of the coffee 
they were laughing and joking, and he teased Lauren kindly 
about allsorts of things while at the same time paying her 
compliments in an indirect manner.

He again brought up his thoughts that she should have been 
up on the catwalk.

"Do you really think so? I don't know what to do" responded 
Lauren, intrigued beyond measure.

"You're a natural, you're so calm" Jim said looking into 
her eyes.

"Well, I don't know."

"Why don't you visit my aunt? She's great with potential 
models. 

She'll tell you if you've got it" he said casually.

Lauren wanted to know every detail about his aunt, and it 
turned out that she was a friend of his family's rather 
than an real aunt, but they treated her like one. She also 
had another lady assisting in the business, and they worked 
from an old farmhouse outside Brienz, an area she was not 
familiar with except as a final destination on one of the 
bus routes. She was very busy but if she wanted, Jim would 
try and get her an appointment. Lauren thought it might be 
fun, but was sure her mother would kill her if she knew. 

Jim added that sometimes she can get new models work doing 
catalogue photos. That did it for Lauren, and giggling, she 
wrote her phone number on his hand, asking him to call her 
when he heard from his aunt.

"Can I call you anyway? Perhaps we could go somewhere" he 
asked.

"Sure, that would be fun," said Lauren smiling back at him 
as she blushed.

They left the cafe and briefly held hands in the street 
before going their separate ways. Lauren was astounded. It 
had been so easy, and her nervousness had disappeared 
quickly. Jim, she thought, that's a nice name. She spent 
the whole of the journey trying to remember what he looked 
like and was disappointed to discover that she couldn't 
remember the colour of his eyes, or even very much of what 
they talked about. All she really knew was that he had her 
number, and she would die if he didn't call her again.

Lauren took the bus in her enhanced dream state to 
Kristal's house, walking the last two hundred meters down 
the little lane to the last house on the right. The tiny 
hamlet was deserted, the silence broken only by the 
tuneless twittering of a lark high above her head. She 
couldn't see the bird, even against the background of the 
rapidly rising mountains that marked the end of the gardens 
for many of the houses. A high-pitched squeak greeted her 
as she opened the iron gate. She made her way slowly up the 
brick path, knocking on the door as she inspected the 
formal flower bed around the front of the house. Kristal 
opened the door and greeted her with more pleasure than she 
had been expecting, even though she hadn't seen her for 
almost a year. She hugged her on the doorstep before 
allowing her into the lounge.

Lauren looked around and saw that most of the downstairs 
part of the old house had been converted into her workshop 
since her last visit. Kristal spread the pattern out on her 
cutting table and poured over it, sighing and nodding 
occasionally as she took note of the shape and features of 
the dress and bodice, glancing occasionally at Lauren as 
she checked her shape with professional detachment. Kristal 
checked the date of the wedding and her other commitments, 
nodding to confirm that she would have enough time to do 
it. She held a tape-measure up against Lauren's chest, 
noting down the numbers as she moved to her waist and then 
her hips. She measured her breasts again, pulling the tape 
tightly together to ensure that her measurements were 
accurate.

"Want a coffee or something" asked Kristal.

"Something, but not coffee, I've had so much today" replied 
Lauren, sitting down as Kristal motioned towards the sofa. 

She looked at the large room, noting the pastel shades of 
pink and the darker reds that gave the room a sense of 
style and purpose. It was clear that someone had thought 
about the colour scheme carefully before starting and had 
created a superb impression of opulence and space.

Kristal returned with some ice-cold lemonade and sat down 
with her, placing her glass on the coffee table in front of 
them. Her long dark hair swirled over the shoulders of her 
simple white blouse. As she sat down, the long dark blue 
wrap-around dress fell open slightly to reveal her thigh. 
The conversation continued with weddings and marriages, and 
Kristal was keen to hear who was getting married.

"AnneMarie Grob, in our village" said Lauren.

"What? Does she have very long blonde hair, pretty face, 
medium height?" asked Kristal quickly.

"Yes, that's her. Do you know her?" 

"I used to, but haven't seen her for ages. I must give her 
a call and congratulate her," said Kristal. Her smile faded 
from her face as she looked down. "I must wash my hands, 
just a moment"

Lauren looked around for a new topic to discuss. "Does your 
husband still work in advertising?" shouted Lauren at the 
kitchen.

Kristal returned. "He was a photographer, and we've been 
separated for almost four months actually. Don't worry, I 
thought I'd told everyone" said Kristal with a slightly 
embarrassed tone. She pulled her skirt across her knees, 
covering her legs.

"I'm sorry, you were only married ..." stuttered Lauren, 
making it worse.

"I know, less than a year. It was strange, when you're a 
little older I tell you about it" said Kristal reassuring 
her.

"Oh dear, will you get back together again?" asked Lauren, 
not to be put off that easily.

Kristal took a deep breath and launched into an edited 
version of why they had separated. She had married after 
knowing him for only a few months, during which time they 
had had a very passionate relationship. Their work and her 
husband's sexual enthusiasm (Lauren guessed that was what 
she meant by `drive') had made their marriage more and more 
difficult. Lauren plucked up courage to ask a really adult 
question.

"So he wanted to sleep with you all the time?" he asked, 
half expecting to get her face slapped.

"No! Wait" smiled Kristal, warming visibly to Lauren. She 
walked across the room and returned with an album of photos 
marked `Wedding'.

"There, that's me on my wedding day, and there he is. I 
look quite happy, yes? Now look!"

Lauren stared at the page. Kristal looked overweight and 
bored, far worse than she did as Lauren looked at her to 
provide a comparison. Kristal turned to her.

"The problem was that he couldn't satisfy me. Maybe some of 
it was my fault for being so demanding, but the fun we had 
before we were married soon disappeared. I'm sorry, you 
shouldn't have to hear about this, I'm a bad advert for 
marriage!" said Kristal, touching Lauren's arm in 
reassurance.

"No, I think I understand. It's just that so many things 
are happening at the moment to me that I think sometimes my 
head will explode." confided Lauren.

"It's not easy, you take your time. I'll tell you more if 
you want when you come back for the first fitting. Shall we 
say three days? That should give me time to cut it out and 
tack together the important panels." suggested Kristal.

"OK" said Lauren, making for the door, "See you then, same 
time" she said, waving as she went down the steps into the 
road to catch the bus back to Interlaken, and from there 
another to Andleburg.

An hour later, she climbed the hill to her house. A large 
blue car was parked outside the neighbour's house, and 
Lauren was even more intrigued as two ladies got out, both 
very well dressed, and went round towards the back door. 

Lauren though that one was Chinese and the other from 
somewhere else, maybe the middle east or Turkey. She raised 
her eyebrows as she meditated, losing her train of thought 
as her magic carpet imagination whisked her off on another 
fantasy ride.


Chapter 12

Thursday 23rd July

Three days later, Lauren journey back to Kristal's house on 
the bus, arriving at about two o'clock. She rang the door 
bell and was interested to see that Kristal looked much 
smarter than she had last time, wearing tights or 
stockings, an ivory coloured skirt and white blouse with a 
small, matching ivory waistcoat buttoned down the middle. 
Her shoes looked like her mother's, which were made by 
Bally. Her long dark hair was pinned up, allowing a few 
strands to elegantly frame each side of her face. Lauren 
was about to ask if she was going out, but Kristal read her 
thoughts.

"Had to see the solicitor. I need to look like I mean 
business until I get to court, then I'll look poor! Anyway, 
a celebration is in order, my ex-husband just paid part of 
the settlement" she said, showing Lauren to the sofa.

Lauren wasn't sure how to react, assuming that Kristal was 
referring to her divorce, but felt under-dressed for sure. 
She sat down while Kristal went into the kitchen.

"Do you drink Champagne? Oh, please don't say `no'. Oh, or 
are you still under age?" inquired Kristal. 

"I'd like some" said Lauren, hopefully answering all her 
questions as a dull pop came from the kitchen.

She emerged with a small tray, a bottle and two tall fluted 
glasses and placed them on the coffee table. Kristal poured 
the champagne and clinked her glass against Lauren's.

"Here's to us girls!" she said by way of a toast.

"Here here. Mmm. Oh, it's gone up my nose, it's so fizzy" 
giggled Lauren, holding her hand against her nose as though 
she was about to sneeze.

"Slowly, there's no rush. Once we've a little drink we can 
see how you look in the dress. I'm quite pleased with it 
but I would like to know if you intend wearing it 
afterwards, I mean as a summer dress or something." 

"I don't know, I hadn't thought about it. I suppose it 
would be a waste to use it only once, wouldn't it" said 
Lauren, sipping her wine again.

"And I think you'll look beautiful in it. You'll see. 
Better even than my bridesmaids - you saw them didn't you?" 
asked Kristal, filling Lauren's glass.

"Yes, did you keep your wedding dress?" asked Lauren, 
remembering that Kristal had promised to tell her the 
details about her ex-husband.

"No, I cut it up and cleaned my car with it! she said with 
a laugh, covering her mouth with her hand, suppressing the 
beginnings of an attack of the giggles. "Actually, I sold 
it. It cost quite a lot to make, and I don't think I'll be 
needing it again, even if I am only nineteen."

"Surely you'll marry again?"

Kristal moved towards her, touching her arm gently.

"Lauren, don't worry. When I was your age all I wanted was 
to feel sure that I'd find the right man and live happily 
ever after. Now, I'm sure that it's possible, but I don't 
see it happening to me. Like I think I said, I was so sure 
about my husband before we married, and he sort of ran out 
of steam before we had been married a year."

Lauren stared at her drink and emptied it.
"I don't know what to think, life is beginning to get so 

difficult and confusing." Her thoughts momentarily wandered 
off to Nikki and Mike and the fun they had had together. 

Her desires felt so natural and wholesome but then at other 
times they worried her. Kristal filled both glasses.

"My trouble was that when I was your age, I experimented, 
as does everyone I think, with boys and girls. But I didn't 
listen to what was going on inside me and I didn't give 
myself time to find the right person"

As the conversation continued, Lauren felt her head 
starting to swim. She had had two or three glasses of 
champagne after a light lunch and she was slightly hungry. 
"How long before you chose between boys and girls then?" 
asked Lauren, looking at her glass.

Kristal stood up and took off her waistcoat, leaving it on 
an armchair.

"Gee, I'm warm. How long? Oh, I don't know if I've ever 
made that choice, not one against the other for ever. 

Lauren, I'm not sure if I should be talking to you like 
this, your mother would be angry I think" warned Kristal, 
as she sat back down curling her legs under her, facing 
Lauren.

"I won't say anything to anyone, don't worry" said Lauren, 
resting her head on the back of the sofa, noting that she 
couldn't quite see between Kristal's legs.

"I trust you. You see, I found that it's so different when 
a man touches you to when a woman does, you know?"
Kristal paused momentarily, but long enough to see that 
Lauren was nodding very slightly.

"My husband and I used to have a very good sex life until 
just after we were married and then it sort of stopped. If 
it hadn't been for a friend of mine I would have gone mad. 
She satisfied me in a way that I hadn't felt before, but 
that's not to say a man couldn't" said Kristal, watching 
intently the expression on Lauren's face as she added 
intrigue and mystery to her story. She continued.

"Sara was patient, she believed in and practiced foreplay 
and knew - because she was a woman - how to treat a woman. 
I found that the men I went with just wanted to get inside 
me and that was it. They had no time for my feelings."

Lauren nodded. "What did she do, then?" asked Lauren, 
thinking that she knew the answer anyway.

"We used to take each other's clothes off, but slowly, 
without a rush. And when she touched me, she knew where and 
when and how hard and all of those things that you've been 
doing to yourself for a few years, I would think. She would 
kiss me all over and I would happily do the same for her. 
And she always washed and made sure she was clean. In fact 
that was the best bit sometimes, just having a bath 
together, washing ourselves."

The frown on Lauren's forehead relaxed as her lips partly 
slightly to give way to the slightest smile. She nodded.

"I'll show you if you like, but don't decide now. Think 
about it and tell me after we've checked out your dress. 
Come on, take your shoes off" she said, offering Lauren her 
hand. 

Lauren was a little unstable on her feet, and felt worse 
when she was asked to stand on a small box, about a foot 
high. Kristal brought the dress over from her table and 
Lauren put her arms through the jacket. Kristal went round 
the box and faced Lauren. Pulling the jacket together, she 
made a couple of marks with her chalk and took it off her.

"I think you'll have to slip your jeans down so that I can 
get a decent measurement of your hips"

Lauren obeyed, unzipping her jeans and pushing them past 
her knees so they bunched around her ankles, all the while 
holding on to Kristal with the other hand. The skirt 
section was draped around her and fastened at the front.

"I'm going to put some layers under it to give it more 
volume, let's try some and see what you think" said 
Kristal.

Lauren wasn't exactly sure what she meant, but realised 
that it would be like having many petticoats on under a 
dress to give it a very traditional Swiss shape. 

Thankfully, Lauren noted that it didn't have the gaudy 
reds, blues and greens that characterised many of the 
traditional Swiss costumes. With the outer material in 
place, Kristal worked a number of layers underneath, 
pinning them in place.

"OK, that's it. Down you get. Now, let me have this bit" 
she said, taking away the lower skirt and the multiple 
layers underneath. "Have you thought about whether you'll 
be wearing stockings at the wedding?" Kristal asked, 
knowing that Lauren didn't possess a pair.

"Er no, not really."

"Well, sit down and try some on"

Lauren pulled off her jeans and sat on the edge of the sofa 
while Kristal fussed about her, fixing a garter belt in 
place and then a pair of dark blue stockings. She insisted 
doing it all for her, and all Lauren had to do was stand 
and walk over the mirror. Lauren was delighted with what 
she saw. She looked so grown up, and with her shoes on, the 
stockings accentuated the shape of her legs. She twirled, 
looking at the shape of her bottom and the crisp outline of 
one leg against the other. 

When Kristal brought in a white pair, she wanted to do it 
herself. Lauren returned to the sofa, and with one leg bent 
up against her chest, she rolled one pair off and the other 
on, standing and fixing the straps herself with much 
satisfaction. Kristal followed her this time to the mirror 
and sat down at her feet. She looked in the mirror at 
Lauren while pulling one of the stockings up higher to 
match the other. Her hand came away from the material and 
caught her vagina.

"Oh, sorry" she said, looking up at Lauren.

Lauren smiled. She felt so sexy, even a little powerful, 
and understood what Kristal was doing. She had already made 
her mind up that she wanted to know more from this girl and 
so she turned to her, her legs apart slightly more than 
necessary.

"That's OK, I'm a bit wet"

"I know. That's because you feel sexy. And that's because 
you are, very sexy" she said quietly, trailing her fingers 
down the back of her legs.

"Show me what she did to you?" whispered Lauren, swaying 
slightly from the wine and the touch of the girl. Kristal 
smiled up at her.

"Lie on the sofa, I'll be back when the bath is ready. All 
we'll do is wash together. Hey, and don't fall asleep on 
me." requested Kristal, on her way to the bathroom. Lauren 
heard the sound of the water as the bath filled, and heard 
a couple of drawers shutting, presumably from the bedroom.

The water stopped, and Lauren heard the toilet flush, 
reminding her the she needed to go as well. She had noticed 
a cloakroom by the from door and made her way towards it. 

She returned inside a minute, and lay back on the sofa just 
as Kristal entered the lounge. She had changed into a short 
white silk dressing gown that fastened at the front. Her 
hair was down, hanging loosely way past her shoulders. She 
had removed her stockings and shoes. Lauren thought she had 
probably removed her underwear as well, but didn't really 
mind. In fact, as the room floated around, she cared about 
nothing at all. Kristal leaned down and picked up Lauren in 
her arms like a baby.

"Relax, I won't drop you" she said reassuringly, carrying 
her into the bedroom and placing her gently on the bed.

"Mmm, that's nice" said Lauren, feeling the cool cotton 
against her thighs.

"Let's get you ready for your bath, then, shall we?"

Kristal sat next to her and eased her T-Shirt over her 
head. She looked stunned as she looked at the little girl's 
breasts and seemed to have to restrain herself from 
proceeding too quickly. Kristal leaned over and kissed 
Lauren's stomach, causing butterflies to flutter through 
her own body. Her lips pecked at her soft skin, slowly and 
gently, just as she had described to her. Lauren closed her 
eyes and sank deeper into the pillow, her right hand 
finding Kristal's head where she played with her long, dark 
hair. Kristal's kisses traveled upwards between her 
breasts, and as they reached her neck, Lauren leaned 
backwards to give her as much encouragement as possible. 
Kristal moved around to the side of her neck and kissed 
below her ear.

Lauren's heart was pounding, her body torn between rapid 
satisfaction and prolonging an exquisite experience at the 
hands of the older teenager. Perhaps she could be satisfied 
many times this afternoon. Without making any particular 
decision, Lauren resumed her floating as Kristal's tongue 
licked around her ear. Lauren parted her legs by bending 
the right knee, and moved her right hand down between her 
legs. Kristal took hold of Lauren's hand, and allowing her 
to feel her vagina through her knickers, whispered to her.
"Taste it"

Lauren dreamily brought her hand up to her mouth and licked 
her fingers. Kristal moved over her and kissed her lips, 
letting her tongue enter her mouth, licking her lips and 
fingers. Her hand moved onto Lauren's stomach while she 
kissed the little girl passionately. Lauren's hand returned 
to the long dark hair that hung over her breasts, and 
traced a path from her head across her shoulders and down 
inside her dressing gown. She cupped her breast, feeling 
the erect nipple in the palm of her hand stiffen as she 
explored. 

"Oh, that's it" murmured Kristal.

Slowly, as though they had all the time in the world, 
Lauren explored her other breast, while Kristal kissed her 
lips, her ear, then traveled down to her breasts, languidly 
running her tongue around in circles before concentrating 
on her nipples. Lauren felt the tremblings of her orgasm 
begin in the depths of her stomach, joining up with the 
warm glow from deep inside her vagina. 

Kristal moved away from her nipples, downwards, across the 
flat of her stomach to the inside of her thighs. Her tongue 
ran along the inside of her left thigh, as her long dark 
hair flowed delicately over her right. Each journey of her 
tongue ended closer to her vagina, never quite reaching, 
always turning back waiting for permission to proceed. In 
desperation, Lauren tugged at Kristal's dressing gown, 
exposing her rounded breasts. 

She looked across and finding the chord, pulled at the bow 
and let the gown fall out of sight. Kristal understood only 
too well, and pushed her hand underneath Lauren's bottom, 
taking hold of the waistband of her knickers.

Lauren raised her bottom in anticipation and was rewarded 
as Kristal slid her knickers down to her ankles. Lauren 
lowered her trembling body back onto the bed as Kristal 
resumed kissing her thighs. She made no comment about the 
lack of pubic hair, but Kristal quickly put her left hand 
between her own legs, pushing a finger straight into her 
drenched pussy. Her tongue finally made contact with 
Lauren's pussy lips, at which point Lauren spread her legs 
and bent her knee, knocking Kristal on the side of her 
head.

"Bath time, young lady." said Kristal


Chapter 13

Kristal stood up and went to her chest of drawers, 
searching for some new underwear. She selected silk 
underwear for both of them, and had clearly decided that 
they would do without anything else unless Lauren wanted to 
put the stockings back on. She turned back to Lauren, 
leaning her head to one side, checking if Lauren had fallen 
asleep. Lauren let out a long sigh.

"I'm not sure if I can walk. I really would like to do that 
some more after we've had a wash. Please?" asked Lauren, 
getting carefully to her feet.

"Oh, don't you worry, I'll make sure you enjoy yourself" 
she said, taking Lauren by the hand and leading her into 
the bathroom. Kristal got into the bath first, and helped 
Lauren to step in carefully and turn round so that Lauren's 
back was to her. She sat down, and guided Lauren between 
her legs. Lauren inhaled deeply, buoyed by the water and 
the deeply provocative scent of the bath oils.

"Lie back on me. That's it." The bathwater gurgled out 
through the overflow for a couple of minutes as Lauren 
leant back, her head resting on Kristal's left shoulder. 
She could feel her breasts supporting her back and the hard 
nipples on her shoulder blades. Kristal brought her knees 
up and Lauren rested her hands on them, letting out another 
sigh. The old bath was ideal for two people without being 
so big as to lose any chance of intimacy. Kristal swished 
the water around, splashing it against Lauren's chest. 

Lauren looked up at Kristal and the two girls kissed, 
lightly at first, Lauren this time introducing her tongue, 
running it along Kristal's lips and searching out her 
mouth. Kristal brought her hand up onto Lauren's breasts, 
massaging them and marveling in their young firmness.

"Is this what you did? It's so relaxing." 

"When you're ready, we'll wash each other and then get 
dressed in some nice clothes if you like" said Kristal, 
taking the soap in her hand and applying a lather to 
Lauren's breasts. After she had rinsed the soap off, she 
pushed Lauren very slightly forward.

"Stand up, I'll wash you now" she said, holding Lauren's 
arm to steady her as she turned to face her.

Kristal picked up the soap, and taking each foot in turn, 
gently applied the lather, washing each toe carefully. She 
then moved up to her legs and thighs, again washing each 
alternately and rinsing it off with the bath water. She 
pushed her legs apart slightly, looking directly now at her 
vagina. Kristal could see her pussy lips widely parted, and 
her clitoris almost hanging out of her. Soaping her hand, 
she started washing her inner thighs and beyond to the 
cheeks of her bottom, very gently massaging her pubic mound 
down and back up to her anus. Soon, without any resistance, 
her fingers pushed gently inside, exploring deeper and 
deeper into her vagina as Lauren steadied herself against 
the wall, her head swimming with the delight of the girls' 
touch.

"Turn round."

Lauren turned and felt Kristal push her forward. Kristal 
rubbed soap over the firm mounds of her buttocks, gradually 
moving between the muscular valley into the deep gorge that 
led to her anus. Lauren felt fingers exploring, gliding 
gently over her skin as her little brown hole received more 
attention than ever before.

"No, I don't think I like that" said Lauren, gripping the 
sides of the bath as she leaned forward.

"It's OK, it feels different but you'll find it's very 
sexy."

"I..I don't know..don't hurt me!" pleaded Lauren, turning 
to look at her.

"Shh, there there, open your legs a little wider. There, 
that's better!"

Kristal parted the cheeks of her bottom and soaped her 
little hole in small circles, pushing against the strong 
muscles more frequently as the hole pulsed with pleasure.

"Really, it feels, you know"

"Just relax, I promise it's a wonderful feeling!"
Gently, she introduced a little of her index finger into 
the little girl's anus causing Lauren to gasp. She 
withdrew, rinsed her finger and again applied it with soap 
once again, pushing further in this time.

"Oh God" she cried as her muscles pulsed around the 
intruder. Lauren pushed back almost imperceptibly - just 
enough to indicate to Kristal that Lauren did indeed find 
it a pleasurable experience.

Lauren dropped to her knees as she gripped the side of the 
bath. She pushed her bottom into the air as her head 
dropped down and her hair trailed in the water. Kristal 
pushed her finger in deep into her, pushing and pulling 
rhythmically, stopping occasionally to lubricate her finger 
with soap. She slowed down once she heard Lauren groaning 
in time with her fingers, eventually withdrawing as Lauren 
groaned both from pleasure and frustration.

Satisfied that she was clean everywhere, she pulled Lauren 
back down into the bath, holding her against her chest. Her 
hand caressed the side of her face and she kissed her on 
the lips as Lauren arched her back and twisted round, 
desperate to meet her embrace. They locked together in 
their embrace as Kristal explored her young breasts, 
offering her own to Lauren as their hands ensured that 
their bodies were wonderfully slippery.

"Now you need to wash me, just like I did" said Kristal, 
separating from Lauren slowly and standing up.
Lauren's gaze followed the form of the young girl from her 
legs up to her neatly trimmed pubic hair. Kristal stood 
with her legs together, and as Lauren knelt in front of 
her, she could just make out the beginning of her pussy 
lips, in between which was a hint of her inner pinkness. 

Looking up, she saw the roundness of her full breasts which 
separated naturally allowing her to see Kristal smiling 
down. Lauren took the soap from Kristal's hand and dipped 
it into the water, lathered her hands and positioned 
Kristal's right foot on her own thigh. Lauren's hands 
trembled slightly as she rubbed the soap between the toes, 
her eyes drawn irresistibly upwards to Kristal's slightly 
parted legs and the water dripping from her vagina.

She finished washing the other foot and began to slowly 
soap her legs and thighs, trying hard to mimic the caresses 
that had been lavished on her moments before. Kristal 
positioned her feet further apart, allowing Lauren to run 
the back of her hand over her vagina as she washed her 
inner thighs. Kristal's muscles tensed as she felt the 
young fingers exploring, kneading and trembling over her 
vagina, anxiously seeking her clitoris. Then the small 
finger probed inside her and withdrew, returning so gently 
that she opened her legs wider to encourage deeper 
exploration.

Lauren slowly, nervously, explored the girl. She was very 
conscious of her inexperience, and concerned that Kristal 
might at some time scold her for being inept. But the 
pleasure she had recently felt at the hands of Kristal gave 
her the encouragement she needed to return her finger to 
her pussy, run the bar of soap over the delicate folds of 
skin, and then push her index finger into her hot little 
cave. Lauren learned quickly, sensing from her own attempts 
where Kristal liked to be touched, and how lightly she 
needed to run her fingers over her lips to produce such an 
intense reaction. She looked up at Kristal and saw she had 
her eyes closed as she held on tightly to the shower 
fitting. She moved slightly, signaling the end of the first 
phase.

"Do you want to do any more?" asked Kristal.

Lauren withdrew her fingers and explored further between 
her legs, searching upwards until she encountered her 
little brown hole. She brought her hands to Kristal's hips 
and after a moments thought, turned her. Kristal lowered 
herself into the bath, resting on all fours. Lauren ran her 
hand underneath the girl, rubbing her vagina with her arm 
as she ran her hand over her stomach. With soapy fingers, 
she covered her anus with bubbles, pushing the bar of soap 
against the little hole in front of her. Kristal gripped 
the sides of the bath and lowered her head, breathing in 
deeply. 

"Lori, sweet, you don't have to do this for me, you know"

"I liked it after a while. I want to do it to you"
Lauren placed her index finger at the entrance to her 
bottom and pushed firmly, entering almost an inch as 
Kristal gasped. It felt tight, the muscular walls yielding 
under protest as she withdrew to wash her finger and apply 
more soap. Pushing again, she felt the iron ring of muscle 
relax slightly and remain open, inviting her to enter 
further, harder. Lauren wasn't counting the number of times 
she pushed her finger in and withdrew. She knew the feeling 
was exquisite for Kristal and was intent on providing her 
with as much pleasure as humanly possible. Her left hand 
moved down between Kristal's legs, rubbing her pubic hair 
and clitoris in a circular motion. Lauren continued for 
several minutes, maintaining a steady pace, causing 
Kristal's body to tremble perceptibly.

"We should get out my sweet," said Kristal, slowly moving 
forward. She looked back at Lauren, smiling to reassure her 
that this was not the conclusion of the lesson. The girls 
rinsed off and stood together, drying themselves. 

"I've got some clothes for you to wear. Try these on with 
this" Kristal said, picking up the pale blue silk French 
kickers and slip. Kristal put her dressing-gown back on, 
this time pulling on a pair of lace knickers. She took 
Lauren by the hand once more and led her back to the bed.

"I want this to be perfect. Would you like some more 
Champagne?"

Lauren shook her head, smiling at her friend in the 
doorway.

"Music?"

Mmm, please, something quiet"

The silk felt wonderful; the knickers were almost the right 
size, looking much too big but fitting snugly around her 
with the slip covering her breasts and laying loosely down 
to her hips. She ran her hand over her breasts, marveling 
at the sensuous feeling of the material against her 
nipples. She curled up, pushing her face deeper into the 
pillow, and closed her eyes, the faintest hint of a smile 
on her lips. She sensed Kristal returning to her side as 
the bed dipped and settled, warm breath on the back of her 
neck as an arm pulled her closer to her lover. 

Lauren entwined her feet with Kristal's as a hand moved 
slowly underneath the slip and searched out her breasts. 
Lauren turned onto her back and opened her eyes to see 
Kristal smiling down from above as she continued to caress 
her nipple with her hand. A sound like pipes, South 
American pan pipes, drifted from the lounge, lilting, 
murmuring their mystical message.

Her lips parted slightly in anticipation of the gentle 
embrace the followed, Kristal kissing her upper lip, then 
her lower lip, and then licking slowly all around her mouth 
while squeezing her nipple. 

Lauren's heart beat faster as she stroked the side of her 
friend's face, 
wandered down over her shoulder and again found the chord 
to her dressing-gown. Kristal moved down her body, pushing 
the slip up to reveal the soft skin of her stomach, and 
began licking in circles as she had done before, around her 
stomach. Slowly, as though time didn't matter, she 
descended, kissing her knickers, running her tongue under 
the top, then under the material that covered her vagina. 
Kristal moved the material to one side, exposing her wet 
slit and clitoris to the ministrations of her tongue. 

Lauren squirmed in delight, opening her legs and pushing 
her pelvis upwards to increase the sensation. 

Kristal held her firmly, insisting on a slower build up as 
she continued to lick from the entrance to her vagina, up 
over the folds of her inner lips to her clitoris, and then 
down again.

Lauren could feel her orgasm bubbling, streaks of pleasure 
coursing through her body as great bolts of excitement 
caused her to writhe and muscles to spasm without her 
consent. She shivered and trembled as Kristal continued to 
languidly lick her little pussy, up and down, round and 
round, now probing very slightly inside or flicking the 
pale pink bud of her clitoris with the tip of her tongue. 

She felt the girl's hands move under her bottom and pull 
the silk knickers, taking them down past her knees, and 
giving Lauren a wonderful feeling of erotic freedom. 
Saliva, mixed with her own lubrication, dribbled down her 
pussy lips and over her anus.

Kristal moved her legs so that she could offer her own 
knickers to the little girl, lying with her head on her 
thigh in order to continue licking, with her left leg bent 
to expose her pouting vagina. Lauren needed little 
encouragement, pulling first one side and then the other in 
a frantic effort to divest her of the lovely lace briefs. 
Even before they reached her knees Lauren had pushed her 
head between Kristal's legs. She bent Kristal's left leg 
again, pushed her tongue deeply into Kristal's sex and 
marveled at the low moan that emanated from deep within 
Kristal. 

Lauren withdrew her tongue, relishing the taste of the girl 
on her nose and face. She continued to imitate Kristal, 
licking the girl's pussy lips, probing her huge clitoris 
and pushing a finger into her vagina. She became dimly 
aware that Kristal was turning her attention to her anus as 
a probing tongue glanced over her little hole. And then 
Kristal, in one fluid motion, pushed off her lace knickers 
and straddled her, pulling her legs back and bracing them 
against her arms. 

Kristal continued to lick her anus, resting her head on the 
bed between her legs while Lauren looked up to see 
Kristal's clitoris above her, covered in her own saliva, 
and her pink inner lips as the valley disappeared up, out 
of sight towards her anus. Lauren held her hips, pulling 
Kristal closer to her mouth, straining her tongue and neck 
to delve back into her hot, wet sex.

After only a minute or so, it became clear that Lauren 
could not concentrate on doing any more to her friend as 
the tell-tale signs of her orgasm built again. Kristal had 
inserted a finger into her anus and was moving it very 
slowly in and out. She had also resumed her licking and 
probing, synchronised so beautifully that to Lauren it felt 
like one action, causing sparks to shoot through her up to 
her breasts as she tweaked her nipples and back down to her 
toes. 

Her breathing rasped in her dry throat and her leg muscles 
ached as she fought against the weight of the girl on top 
of her. In and out, the fingers continued, building up 
their speed and force, generating heat within her anus and 
vagina until she was overtaken by an intensity of pleasure 
that made arch her back and her open her mouth so wide that 
she thought she had lost her mind. She froze as she stopped 
breathing. Her heart pounded as Kristal continued to 
provide the source of wave after wave of orgasm that she 
had so dearly needed. 

It was several moments until, still locked in position, she 
could utter even a guttural grunt, sure that she must be 
wetting herself.

Kristal gradually slowed her pumping, letting the little 
girl's legs return to the bed, as she lay down alongside 
her, slowly licking her pubic mound and down over her 
thighs. Lauren inhaled deeply, slowly, moving her right 
hand in between her legs to clasp her vagina tightly. She 
thought she would cry with joy as the warmth of her orgasm 
mellowed her. After several moments, Kristal turned and lay 
down on the pillow next to Lauren, pushing her left arm 
around her shoulders and pulling her tightly towards her 
body. Kristal noticed the beads of sweat on Lauren's 
forehead, and licked them lovingly as Lauren opened her 
eyes and smiled. She said nothing but simply pulled Kristal 
tighter to her and hugged, nestling into her breasts.

"Time to get dressed, little one" whispered Kristal, 
several minutes later.

"What about you?"

"They'll be other times. I enjoyed myself too, you know!"
And with that she stood and dressed again in a simple white 
blouse and her dark blue skirt that Lauren had seen on the 
previous visit. She left the room, leaving Lauren to dress 
alone in her own clothes.

"If you come back in about two weeks I'll have almost 
finished the embroidery and decorations. Give me a call 
before you come round, OK? And here, take a piece of the 
material and try to find some shoes to match."

"Thanks," said Lauren meekly, resting her head on Kristal's 
shoulder as she put an arm around her.

"Shh, it's our secret! See you soon."

Lauren caught the bus home, still savouring the smell of 
the girl on her face and hands.


Chapter 14

Saturday 25th July

Two days later, Lauren's parents announced that Grandma's 
flat now had a useable spare room, and they would be 
spending the night to speed up the downstairs decorating. 
Their father once again ceremoniously loaded the car with 
tools, paint and now wallpaper, shouting good-bye up the 
stairs to the two children. Their mother fussed as usual, 
running through the instructions for heating their meals 
for the third time until she too wished them farewell.
Mike suggested to Lauren that they should invite Patrik and 
Nikki round to watch the film that afternoon, but Lauren 
was reluctant to see Patrik.

"He's OK, Lori, he's a good friend"

"Yeah I know, but I don't want him to think there's 
anything permanent, you know"

"OK, what about Nikki?"

"Yeah, I suppose so, I'll give has a call" said Lauren, 
dialing her number. The girls had a brief conversation and 
it was clear by the conversation that Nikki was keen on the 
idea of seeing the remainder of the film, especially if 
lunch (and Mike) was part of the deal. Lauren put the phone 
down, smiling at the thought of seeing Nikki again, and she 
felt much happier than earlier that morning, when she 
thought seriously about asking if she could go with her 
parents to Grandma's for the weekend. It seemed only 
moments before Nikki burst through the back door, clutching 
a shopping bag, smiling and giving Lauren a hug.

"I may have to go back after lunch to help my Mum get ready 
for some people who are coming for dinner, but she said 
she'd ring." said Nikki, switching the kettle on. She took 
both Lauren and Mike by the hand.

"What happened to the house rules then?

"In a minute," said Lauren, "Nikki, can I tell you 
something upstairs, just for a moment?"

Lauren looked at Mike. He looked at little hurt even when 
she winked at him as she left the kitchen. Upstairs, she 
shut her bedroom door and sat with Nikki on the bed.

"What's so secret?" demanded Nikki.

"I'm not sure where to start. It's difficult. I met someone 
who showed me so many things, and made me feel so good that 
I just know that anything else won't be anywhere near as 
good."

"What's his name? Do I know him?

"No, Nikki, it's not a him. It's a woman"

"What!? Someone from school?" 

"No, she's actually married, sort of. She's getting a 
divorce at the moment." said Lauren, glumly.

"Don't be dumb! Are you crazy?" Seeing that Lauren was 
deadly serious Nikki thought for a while looking at her 
friends downcast eyes. "Tell me what happened."

Lauren related her journey, the dress and the Champagne, 
the music, the bath and the feeling of the silk against her 
skin. And while Lauren may have omitted some of the 
intimate details, Nikki was able to piece together the 
parts to understand what had transpired that afternoon.

"Did you enjoy it?"

"God, yes"

"Did it hurt at all"

"No"

"So what's the problem? Tell yourself you were acting like 
in the film. Lauren, from what you've told me, I would like 
to have been you. Honestly."

"Really?"

"Really."

Nikki took her hand. Lauren smiled, an enormous weight 
lifted from her shoulders.

"Come on, regulation dress only. If I lie on the bed, can 
you help me off with my jeans?

Lauren smiled, wiped away the smallest of tears and undid 
the buttons of her jeans. Laughter rang out from the 
bedroom when Lauren confessed that she would to have to 
wear her Barney the Bear T-Shirt as nothing else was the 
right length. Happily, they returned to the kitchen.

"Hey, what's all these clothes then? Eh?" shouted Nikki, 
pointing to Mike's jeans. The girls descended on him, 
rubbing their hands against the tell-tale bulge as they 
pulled his jeans to his ankles. They then pulled his 
underpants down, watching his cock spring upwards, noting 
that the foreskin was already rolled back exposing the 
purple head.

Lauren and Nikki fixed the lunch just in case her mother 
rang early, and ate quickly in the kitchen, before taking 
iced lemonade through to the lounge. Mike made straight for 
the sofa again at the opposite end from the TV, with Nikki 
taking up a position next to him, her feet curled up under 
her bottom. Lauren sat in the armchair on his left, 
slightly forward of the sofa, and operated the remote 
control. 

Jane was back again, walking aimlessly through what 
appeared to be the garden of a house. She wore a pair of 
white shorts and a bright red T-Shirt, her dark hair still 
miraculously in place. Her lipstick was without a smudge 
even though she had had sex with most of the patients and 
doctors in the space of a few hours, according to the film. 
Lauren thought that Jane looked a little dim, and concluded 
that she would be surprised if the girl would ever remember 
anything. She looked across to Mike, noting that his cock 
was already rigidly standing to attention, pulsing. She 
smiled at him and watched the film, wondering how the girl 
just walking through the garden could be so arousing.

A man dressed in shorts and a sweatshirt approached her, 
took her by the hand and showed her into a gymnasium, 
pointing out the apparatus and offering her a leotard. 
There was a short scene of Jane stripping naked except for 
her white shoes and socks, and playing with her breasts in 
the changing room, before emerging to meet the instructor 
in the gym. He demonstrated how to touch her toes, and 
watched Jane's attempts, helping her bend further, running 
his hand over her bottom. He stood in front of Jane, so 
that she couldn't help but notice the bulge in his shorts.

A tall, muscular woman joined him, also dressed for 
exercise, and began touching her toes in time with Jane. 
Moving across to a two foot high wooden horse, Jane was 
asked to lie down. Quickly, they others bound her hands and 
legs to the horse with ropes, parting her legs and letting 
her head roll backwards over the edge of the horse. Her 
shouts were quickly muffled by a sweat-band tied over her 
mouth, and with one quick movement, the instructor took 
hold of the top of her leotard and pulled it hard, 
splitting it down the middle and exposing her breasts and 
stomach, while Jane continued to shift and squirm against 
the tight bonds that held her limbs.

Lauren inhaled sharply, leaning back in the seat, her legs 
stretching out as her head recoiled slightly at the film. 
The woman was now kneeling, rubbing the instructors pants 
as she pulled them slowly down to reveal his massive cock 
which after a cursory glance entered her mouth, her tongue 
lapping around the great bulb as he held her head in his 
hands. The woman then stood at Jane's head, facing her feet 
as the instructor helped her off with her leotard, allowing 
her to step forward so that her vagina was directly over 
Jane's mouth.

Lauren slid to the floor and crawled over to her brother, 
slightly afraid of what she was watching and in need of 
company. She nudged in between his knees, resting her arms 
on his legs. Nikki moved closer to Mike, running her hand 
over his thighs, gently touching his balls and the base of 
his cock. As he moaned, Lauren arched her back and looked 
at her brother. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead 
while Nikki kept hold of his cock. Nikki began a lazy 
movement with her hand wrapped around him as he leaned back 
against the sofa and watched Jane's head being squeezed 
between the woman's powerful thighs.

Jane had the remainder of her leotard torn from her, not in 
one easy stroke this time, but in what looked like three or 
four painful attempts. The scene changed to a close-up of 
the instructor standing between her widely parted legs with 
his cock in his hand, pushing it against Jane's vagina 
which looked dry and unyielding. The position of her legs, 
tied tightly to the side made his attempts almost futile, 
and so he took hold of a pair of ropes that happened to be 
lying nearby, and tied one to each ankle. While the woman 
still restrained Jane between her legs, he hitched the 
ropes over a beam and pulled, loosening her bonds so that 
her feet were hauled up higher and higher, further and 
further apart until her bottom was off the wooden horse, 
twitching in mid air, and her vagina was open for the world 
to see. Lauren had to admit though that she had a very cute 
bottom, and could just see a little red birthmark on her 
left cheek.

The instructor returned to position himself between her 
legs, roughly pushing two fingers into her vagina in a 
crude attempt to induce some lubrication. He then skewered 
her on his cock, shoving himself in and out as Jane made 
frantic attempts to scream. The woman bent over her and 
slapped her breasts hard, causing the long nipples to 
extend to an unnatural length as tears rolled down the side 
of Jane's face and into her hair.

All the children were clearly shocked by what they saw, and 
Lauren moved uneasily on the floor, at times digging her 
nails into Mike's knees. The slapping by the woman 
increased as heavy red welts appeared on Jane's stomach and 
breasts, her head thrashing from side to side as the man 
leant forward and slapped her face as she tried to scream. 
Nikki had stopped toying with Mike's cock, and sat there 
transfixed by the sight of poor Jane being subjected to the 
torments of her captors.

"I think we should look at another bit" said Mike, aware of 
the girl's discomfort.

Lauren pressed fast forward, relieved that she had the 
ability to skip over the most gruesome and painful parts of 
the film. It appeared that Jane's trial and subjection to 
punishment knew no bounds and lasted for many minutes. 
Lauren was convinced that even as the video shot past their 
eyes, she could see blood and scenes of whipping with Jane 
hanging from hooks in a wall, several other naked people 
then appearing to pull her legs apart as the blood appeared 
and continued to spread everywhere. Eventually the scene 
faded to black, a snowy effect marking the end of the film. 
Lauren put the remote down, took a gulp of her drink and 
looked at Nikki.

"The first bit was OK, but I didn't like that"

"Yeah, not exactly a turn on" said Nikki, looking at the 
screen.

Suddenly, a caption flicked unsurely onto the screen: 
`Lolita'. Nikki looked very surprised, clearly unaware that 
there was more after the end of the previous film. This 
time there were no credits, titles or introduction. Two 
schoolboys and two flat-chested schoolgirls were in a 
bedroom, cuddling on a large bed, both boys with their 
hands inside the blouses of the girls. Both girls were 
smiling, talking in a foreign language. The film focused on 
one stunningly pretty blonde girl and her partner as she 
rubbed his trousers, pulling down his zip expertly while 
kissing him passionately.

Within seconds she had his thick cock out of his trousers, 
sliding down to take it in her mouth as she turned her face 
so that the camera could show the purple end disappearing 
into her mouth and pushing out the side of her cheek with 
each stroke. The poorly cut film jumped to a scene of the 
blonde, who had no breasts except for two slightly enlarged 
nipples. She unbuttoned her blouse and allowed the boy to 
remove her jeans as she lay back on the bed, smiling in 
anticipation. The boy kissed her thighs, spreading her legs 
to allow him to kiss her vagina through her knickers. 

Nikki was enthralled as she unwound her legs and leant 
against Mike. Lauren pushed her head backwards as she 
sensed the two children behind her becoming more intimate. 
Mike put his left hand on Lauren's head and the other on 
Nikki's thigh, slowly working towards her vagina which had 
been wet for almost half an hour. The boy on the screen now 
had his tongue under her knickers, running up and down her 
hairless pussy as he held her bottom in his hands. Nikki 
pulled her T-Shirt over her head, not waiting for anyone to 
help her, and pulled Mike towards her breasts, guiding him 
until he had her nipple in his mouth, sucking nosily above 
the moaning from the film. She spread her legs and put her 
feet on the sofa, as she directed Mike to the floor. Lauren 
moved to the side as he took her right knee while Lauren 
held the other. Mike felt her hand on his head as she 
pulled him between her legs, pulling his face into her wet 
pussy, rubbing his nose against her clitoris and causing 
the fleshy hood to rise up to reveal her little pink bud.

Lauren maintained her hold on Nikki's knee while pushing 
her left hand under her bottom, seeking out her anus and 
hoping to push her thumb into her vagina at the same time. 
Through Nikki's half opened eyes she saw the girl in the 
film push her knickers to her knees as her young man 
entered her and the camera zoomed into close-up. As Mike 
found her clitoris, Lauren also managed to enter her anus, 
pushing hard at first, but using less pressure as the tight 
channel relaxed to welcome her. Nikki gripped the back of 
her legs, pulling her feet off the sofa as she started to 
breath quickly, her face reddening as she saw the boy 
stroking in, out, in, out, the end of his cock visible on 
each stroke as it parted her pussy lips and sank back to 
her obvious delight.

Lauren felt Nikki's anus contract as she bucked harder and 
harder, causing the finger in her anus to move as she 
demanded. She let out a long loud moan as she pulled her 
legs as wide as possible, milking the tongue on her 
clitoris and the fingers inside her for every drop of 
pleasure that was to be found. Mike kissed his sisters 
thumb, still inside her tight hole and was amazed to see a 
string of saliva and cum stretch between Nikki's clitoris 
and his tongue as he pulled away. Lauren slowly removed her 
hand as Nikki curled up on the sofa with her arms round her 
knees, naked and satisfied.

As the film continued, Lauren and Mike sat side by side on 
the floor, watching as the boy withdrew and came over the 
little girls stomach and chest. In the background it looked 
like the other couple were entangled in a sixty-nine 
position so that the girl could see the cum shooting over 
her friend. Suddenly, the phone rang, causing Lauren to 
scramble for the remote control and freeze the picture of a 
cock dripping with cum. She picked up the phone.

"Hello? Oh hi, just a minute" said Lauren, glancing at 
Nikki. "It's your Mum!"

Nikki reached over and took the phone, pulling the chord so 
that she had to move as little as possible.

"Mmm? Now? Oh, can't I do it later? ... Please? ... Oh, OK, 
I'll be there in about ten minutes," said Nikki returning 
the phone to Lauren, "I have to go, my Mum needs help for 
tonight, and I did promise to help. But not this damn 
early! Sorry!"

Nikki grabbed her T-Shirt and pulled it over her head, as 
Mike and Lauren took their glasses into the kitchen. Nikki 
wandered upstairs to dress as Lauren took her habitual 
position on the bar stool, pulling her T-Shirt down to 
cover her thighs.

"Shall I take the video away? asked Nikki poking her head 
round the door.

"Might as well, we can always see the rest some other time" 
said Lauren with a sense of relief.

Nikki gathered her things, gave each of them a quick hug 
and mentioned that she would try and see them the next day. 
As she closed the door, Mike smiled at Lauren and leant 
against the worktop next to her.

"Are you OK? You seem a bit strange today" has asked, 
frowning slightly.

"Oh, I'm OK, just didn't really like that part of the film, 
you know." she said, looking at her knees. 

"You seemed a bit quiet before the film, I thought"

"I've just been doing a lot of thinking lately. Especially 
since you've come back home. I'm so pleased you're here" 
she said, tears welling up in her eyes. "You're so good to 
me, and it's really great that we can be like this" she 
said, looking down at his rising cock. She gently took it 
in her hand, running her hand down and underneath his 
balls. Mike moved round to stand in front of her, gently 
easing her knees apart as he ran his hands along her 
thighs.

"Your hair is growing back again"

"I know, it itches sometimes"

"Have to get rid of it again"

"Not yet. I'll leave it a while" said Lauren, feeling his 
warm cock expanding within her hand, straightening as she 
moved her fingers delicately along its length. "God, it's 
stiff already" she said, touching the top of his cock with 
her fingers. She continued, mesmerised by the sight of his 
erection, flattered by the feeling of total trust they 
shared, warmed by the closeness of his body.

"Mike, something happened to me a couple of days ago, at a 
girls house. I have to tell you."

"What, are you OK?" he asked, genuine concern in his voice.
"Course! She made me feel so good. She sort of, just, I 
don't know, just loved me. It's difficult to describe. It 
was so easy, and slow and... It was like pure luxury, just 
for an hour or two."

 "Who was it?"

"It doesn't matter. I sort of knew her from a while ago, 
but I went to her house and we talked so much that it just 
seemed OK, you know?" she said, looking up at him.

"Better than with boys?"

"I don't know" she said, looking back down. Mike's cock had 
the tiniest trace of cum which Lauren's hand spread around, 
pulling the foreskin down slightly as he pushed himself 
closer to her. She looked up into his eyes, his hands 
moving up from her waist to her head, taking her T-Shirt 
off in one movement. They embraced. Lauren put her hands 
around his neck, pulling him closer to her as their tongues 
met, his hands now finding her taught nipples and massaging 
them with his thumbs. They kissed, her legs holding him 
tighter in their grip as his cock now touched her body. She 
broke away from his embrace reluctantly.

"She washed me in the bath and lay me down on her bed, and 
when I came I thought I was having a heart attack or 
something."

"Lori, but that's lovely"

"Is it?" She shrugged her shoulders and looked down at his 
huge cock in her hand. "I want to experiment, but part of 
me says it's wrong. I'm so confused. I should be looking 
out for boyfriends, not girlfriends!"

"Are you seeing her again?"

"Probably" She felt his cock pulse from the base, jerking 
upwards as it expanded in girth. She peeled the foreskin 
back slowly, watching as it revealed the width of the bulb 
and then continued without her assistance until the 
complete, throbbing end was exposed. It shone in the 
kitchen lights. "I want to wash you" she said, rubbing a 
finger between her pussy lips and bringing it back up for 
him to savour with his lips.

He looked at her for some time, watching her lean back on 
her elbows against the kitchen worktop, eyes closed. Her 
breasts flattened very slightly as her ribs showed through 
her young body, the brown wavy hair cascading down over her 
shoulders. He leaned forward as she brought her legs up 
around his waist, allowing him closer so that his cock 
rested on her stomach. 

She looked up dreamily through half opened eyes, aware that 
he was only inches away from being inside her. She debated, 
slowly and rationally, what she wanted and what she would 
do. Lauren argued that she had seen him naked, had seen him 
having sex, for God's sake, had helped to make him come 
over her body. Moreover, she had teased and encouraged him 
in the kitchen for some time and had to do something. Only 
a small feint voice reminded her of the boyfriend she had 
found, of moral standards and future problems that intimacy 
might bring. The feeling of the base of his cock rubbing 
over her clitoris made up her mind. She reached out and 
pulled him towards her, closing her eyes again as his lips 
touched her own. She felt him pushing her hard against the 
worktop as his weight flattened her taught nipples and his 
warmth confirmed she had made the correct decision.

Without waiting for his response, she slipped off the stool 
from underneath him and disappeared upstairs. Mike heard 
her turn on the bathwater before entering the toilet. He 
gulped down a mouthful of lemonade and waited for the sound 
of her footsteps, anxious to go upstairs only when she was 
ready. He sat on her stool, his cock bobbing slowly as the 
blood coursed through his veins. The dull ache that had 
been simmering previously now became true pain. His rock-
hard manhood throbbed with every heartbeat, sending signals 
each time as though some sort of overload had been reached. 

He took his foreskin and pushed it back over the bulging 
head as far he could, playing for a while with the 
stickiness that he found at the tip. He realised that he 
had never been this huge before, and wrapped his hand 
around his shaft to record it's size. He returned his 
attention to the tip of his cock, spread the sticky liquid 
around, and tasted it to satisfy his curiosity before 
wiping his fingers on his leg.

He understood what she wanted, had no doubts about what it 
would lead to, and as he walked to the kitchen door, felt 
in his heart that he could find no wrong in their 
intentions.

Within ten minutes, he was sitting in the perfumed 
bathwater, his back to the taps, looking at his sister as 
she washed her hands in the bubbles.


Chapter 16

"If you stand up I'll wash you first, then you do the same 
to me, OK?

Mike stood, his cock jutting out proudly from his stomach, 
his balls hanging loosely down beneath. Lauren took the 
soap and knelt in front of him, pulling his foot onto her 
thigh. She soaped in between his toes, up to his knees and 
around the back of his shins, noticing how much firmer his 
legs were than Kristal's, and how many hairs he had 
already. She turned her attention to the other foot, 
repeating the ceremony and then continuing up his thighs, 
around to his bottom and finishing with his balls in her 
hand. With a flannel, she rinsed him down, pleased to see 
the veins in his cock thumping as the blood provided the 
strength she yearned for inside.

As she soaped the other thigh, she took his cock and rubbed 
the bar of soap over the bulbous end, pulling his foreskin 
down gently and running the soap all the way around. Mike 
held on tightly to her head and the wall, willingly moving 
his left foot onto the edge of the bath when guided by his 
naked little sister. She pushed the soap between his legs, 
lathering his anus until the soap felt sticky and dry. 

Wetting her hands, she dropped the soap and took his cock 
in both her hands, rubbing slowly the slick length of his 
shaft. She continued for several minutes as Mike moaned 
contentedly with his eyes closed. Lauren turned him round 
and asked him to kneel down, head low and bottom up to 
expose his anus.

"What for?" he asked

"I'm going to clean all of you, all over"

"No, this is weird" protested her brother

"Hey, honest, it's nice. Please?"

Reluctantly, he bent down and knelt as she had asked, She 
massaged the area with soap, ensuring that he understood 
her intentions. Very slowly, she inserted her wet soapy 
finger into the hole, pulled it out, rinsed it and repeated 
her actions. His hole relaxed, allowing her slippery finger 
uncontended access to the tight chamber. Lauren was careful 
not to take him too far, and sensing that he must be 
somewhere on the way to coming, she stopped and whispered 
to him.

"Now it's my turn. Slowly and gently."

Mike turned to face her, pulling her to her feet as he 
found the soap and, slightly self-consciously, lathered his 
hands. He washed her feet in turn, moving up to her thighs 
and covering her pubic area generously with soap. Lauren 
was pleased that he was in no rush, and that he was taking 
care to feel his way around her body and explore the 
centres of pleasure. He made no attempt to push a finger 
into her vagina, but instead turned her round away from 
him. 

Lauren leant on the end of the bath, her little breasts 
squashed against the cold surface, her bottom up in the 
air, demanding attention. Mike rubbed the bar of soap 
through the valley between her cheeks, dropped it and 
massaged the area to ensure the hole was slippery. He 
placed his left hand on her back and slid his index finger 
in less than an inch. Lauren gripped the bath tightly, 
turning her head to one side on the bath, eyes closed, 
mouth open as she murmured encouragement. He pushed harder, 
watching his finger disappear into his sister in a wondrous 
sight that caused a little cum to appear again on his cock.

With all the time in the world, he copied her actions 
exactly, cleaning his finger and making sure it was 
slippery before reinserting it, feeling as he did the walls 
of muscle inside her gripping him so tightly that he 
thought he might be trapped. When he was sure that she was 
clean, he removed his finger and massaged the cheeks of her 
bottom.

"Let the water out?" she asked. Taking a towel, she placed 
it over the end of the bath, turned and leaned back, 
watching his cock glistening with soap as the water gurgled 
away. "There's some oil by the sink, can you get it 
please?"

Mike flipped the cap and passed the bottle to her. As he 
sat back down between her feet and faced her, he pushed his 
own legs alongside her. She squirted a little oil over each 
breast, massaging it over her skin with the palm of her 
hand. She then led a thick trail of oil from her stomach to 
her thighs and back up over her vagina, allowing it to drip 
between her pussy lips, down over her clitoris and 
disappear into the pink folds of her protruding inner lips. 

Her fingers moved sensuously from her breasts, over her 
stomach to disappear with the lovely liquid between her 
long legs. She passed him the bottle and closed her eyes, 
her stomach trembling as she waited for his touch.
"More"

Mike sat up, allowing Lauren to part her legs slightly 
more. He held the bottle over her vagina and squeezed as 
the clear oil drenched her pussy, collecting around her 
bottom, making the floor of the bath slippery. He rubbed 
the oil over her inner thighs, moving slowly towards her 
vagina as his fingers ensured that every inch of her skin 
was slippery and oiled for action. She looked at him 
through half-opened eyes.

"Let me see you rub it on your cock" she commanded.

Blissfully obeying her orders, Mike got to his knees, held 
the bottle at the top of his cock and squeezed, watching 
the little river run from the knob, down underneath his 
cock and disappear within the hair around his balls. After 
another squirt, he took his cock in his hand and pulled the 
foreskin down, rubbing the knob again with his thumb, 
noting the wondrous shine and the way the veins bulged at 
the heightened sensitivity of his tool. Lauren moved her 
feet so they were resting on the edges of the bath, 
reaching out for his cock as she slid slightly deeper into 
the bath. She guided him towards her gaping pussy, allowing 
the tip of his cock to rest at her entrance for only a 
second before she slid further. 

Mike dropped the bottle and carefully balanced himself as 
he withdrew almost all the way and then pushed back in. 
Lauren held his arms as she stared at him wide-eyed, his 
powerful cock filling her with warmth beyond all her 
fantasies. He thrust even deeper as she felt the ribbed 
veins of his cock meet the tiny ripples inside her and when 
he stopped slipping into her she realised that he had 
encountered her virginity. He looked at Lauren in 
amazement.

"Lori. You're sure you want to do this?"

Smiling, Lauren sighed and slid quickly down as her feet 
left the sides of the bath. She felt the slightest twinge 
as he plunged hard into her, the pubic hair from his balls 
covering most of her pussy. He took up the rhythm again, 
without any rush, stroking in and out as he looked at his 
sister below, the expression on her face changing from 
surprise to pleasure. The oil spread over their limbs as 
their excitement grew, and Lauren wrapped her silky legs 
around his back, pulling him tighter into her, his cock 
growing noticeably in length and girth. 

Lauren held on for her life as the thrusting increased in 
pace, her face now sweaty and her legs aching from their 
task of helping her brother thrust deeply into her pussy. 
She was groaning now, as Mike plunged in and out, changing 
the length of his stroke, withdrawing until he was fully 
out and then spearing her unmercifully, as he lowered 
himself slowly, pushing her knees into her chest. 

Pounding rapidly, Lauren felt her orgasm building, felt him 
expanding again and heard both of them breathing quickly in 
time with the cock that ground into her relentlessly. He 
leaned forward to kiss her ear and as he worked his way 
round to her lips with his tongue she came, screaming as 
patterns of light sparked behind her eyes and her legs 
muscles froze in place. Her throat and mouth went dry as 
her lungs refused to draw breath and she saw him still 
thrusting into her, faster and faster. As the wave of 
orgasm passed over her, he came violently, jerking so hard 
that she was pushed hard against the bath. She felt the 
warm flood of semen shooting inside her as he stopped, his 
arms holding her so tightly that she thought would 
suffocate, until he started pumping slowly, moaning as he 
came and came inside her sweet hot body.

Lauren slowly unwrapped her legs and noticed the pain in 
her muscles as she released her grip on his arms. Her 
brother lay heavily on top of her, still nestling into her 
ear as they both rolled onto their sides, his cock still 
pulsing inside her. Their hair was matted in sweat and oil, 
and stuck to the sides of the bath as they caught their 
breath and savoured the glow within. Lauren reached down 
between her legs as if to confirm that there really was a 
cock in her pussy and wrapped her fingers round the base of 
his shaft. She noted that his balls had disappeared inside 
him, leaving crinkled skin where they had been minutes 
before. Gently, and under a little protest from his sister, 
Mike moved down towards the taps, leaving her feeling empty 
and alone as her lips let go of their prisoner and 
retreated within.

"Help me up, please?" she asked, holding out her hand to 
him as he stood up.

Mike took her hand and steadied her as she ensured that her 
legs would indeed hold her. She wrapped a towel round 
herself and stood on the bathmat as Mike cleaned himself 
quickly with a flannel, sensitive to her body language that 
asked to be alone. He left as she stared at the mirror, 
anxious to see if she looked any different. With the 
exception of a sweaty face and messy hair, Lauren decided 
that there was no difference that anyone would notice. 

Internally, though, she knew that she would never be the 
same, a view hastily confirmed as she felt a trickle down 
her leg. She ran her hand over her vagina, and was not 
suprised to see a thick white liquid mixed with heavy 
traces of blood on her fingers. She raised her fingers to 
her mouth, looking closely at the mixture before smelling 
it and finally tasting it with the tip of her tongue. She 
smiled at her experiences of the past few days, at her 
discoveries and the growing feeling that being a teenager 
was going to be fun.


Chapter 17

Wednesday 29th July

Lauren sat slumped in the lounge watching television. She 
and Nikki had just had tea, hurriedly again as Nikki had to 
get back home to help her mother. Lauren thought it was 
about time they had tea at her place, even if she had to 
take some food round there herself. Nikki's mother was an 
incurably hopeless cook, and Lauren often joked that she 
should be presented with a certificate titled `Master Tin-
Opener'. She wondered what she should do the next day, 
Thursday. Mike had again gone to stay with Patrik, she 
didn't want to start her summer project as that would have 
spoiled her holiday.

When the phone rang, Lauren hardly heard it above the 
television. Whenever anyone called for her it was almost 
always Nikki so she was unprepared as she picked up the 
phone.

"Hi, what's up?" she asked

"It's me, Jim, how are you? I know I promised to call 
sooner but I've had to do so much at home" he said, 
realising that she was expecting someone else.

"Oh Hi!" shouted Lauren, her heart beating wildly as relief 
flooded over her with the realisation that Nikki had lost 
her bet about whether he would call her. "I'm fine, fine!"

"I haven't seen you for ten days, four hours and twenty-
seven minutes, you know" he said.

"Silly!"

"What are you doing tomorrow midday? Am I allowed to take 
you to the cinema? I'll bring you back before sundown!" he 
said. Lauren could hear him smiling. If he had asked her to 
go to Timbuktu she would have said yes. She was aware of 
her mother in the kitchen and turned her back so that she 
didn't hear.

"Great, what's on? she asked, thinking about what she had 
to wear in her wardrobe. She didn't think that she had 
anything pretty that was clean.

"Don't know. We'll see when we get there. See you then?" he 
asked, signing off.

"Yeah, tomorrow. Thanks." replied Lauren as she heard the 
click. She had wanted to talk longer. She had wanted to 
talk all night, but she would have to wait for tomorrow.

Lauren felt that she did have a good memory, but at times 
it seemed that things went in and couldn't be found again. 
So when her mother asked where she and this mystery Jim 
were going, it took a little while to come up with the word 
`cinema'. Further questioning revealed `midday tomorrow', 
but that was it. Lauren didn't know where he lived, how old 
he was, which cinema he meant, what they were going to see 
and most importantly, of course, what she was going to 
wear. Whether these facts were at some time in her head she 
didn't know, or care. When she called Nikki she could 
remember even less, just that she was seeing him tomorrow 
and that was it.

Lauren buzzed around the house like a mini-whirlwind, 
washing, drying and ironing until she went to bed at about 
ten o'clock. She didn't sleep until after one o'clock in 
the morning, not because she spent time running her fingers 
between her legs while fantasising about Jim, but because 
she had never been so excited in her life.


Chapter 18

Thursday 30th July

Jim had waiting for her, as planned, outside the cinema. 
Lauren realised eventually, and told her mother, that there 
was only one cinema now in town. Her mother had checked the 
film schedule and warned her not to see `Stabbing Frenzy', 
especially not on a first date. She had also given her 
twenty francs and strict instructions to be back before it 
got dark. That was only after they had finished a heated 
debate about what she should wear. Her mother thought she 
had won by convincing Lauren to wear a smart, pale yellow 
dress, rather than jeans and a T-Shirt. 

Lauren had objected until the threat of reduced cinema 
money, and had then given way. Lauren thought too that the 
dress was probably the better bet, especially as she 
thought she had reasonable legs and had some shoes with a 
heel that would show off their shape. But to agree publicly 
would have been in poor taste. She swirled past her mother 
at the front door, listened to the regular warning about 
strange men, being home on time and telephoning if in 
trouble, and then skipped down to the bus stop.

Jim bought their tickets (after mild protest from Lauren) 
and they entered the second part of the cinema where an 
action film was showing that promised to have all the basic 
ingredients they needed, such as a little intrigue and 
suspense. In addition Lauren wanted something with romance 
in it and a happy ending, not that she shared these thought 
with Jim. He, however, had alternative ideas.

"If it doesn't have twenty-seven car chases then it's not a 
good film" he stated matter-of-factly.

"Do you think `The Pirateers' is going to have many?" asked 
Lauren rhetorically, smiling as they sat down towards the 
back of the cinema.

They engaged in small talk for a while during the adverts, 
leaning closer to each other. Once the film had started, 
Lauren thought she had lost her man for the duration, but 
he was attentive, checking she was still alive every ten 
minutes. Lauren didn't find it very interesting, but 
wouldn't have left for the world. Quite naturally, they 
both happened to turn to each other after about an hour at 
the end of an action packed scene. They were leaning 
towards each other and Lauren's lips parted. Jim drew her 
towards him and gently kissed her lips, sending a bolt of 
excitement through her which left her hands and toes 
tingling. He smiled and turned back to the film, taking her 
hand in his.

The rest of the picture was lost on Lauren as she basked in 
her conquest. Outside, they walked through the streets and 
into the small park on the south of the town. Arm in arm, 
they wandered along the pathway, passing the ducks and 
willow trees on the edge of the pond until they sat down in 
the long grass by a tree and watched the world go by.

"Oh, I spoke to my aunt. I told her you were beautiful and 
a perfect model. She'd like to see you!" said Jim, turning 
to Lauren.

"You didn't!"

"I did. Really, she would like to see you. Even if she 
can't use you it would be fun to have your picture taken in 
a real studio, eh?"

"Well....when?"

"How about Sunday afternoon. She's got a cancellation at 
two thirty but we have to check just before we leave"

Lauren asked more questions than Jim had answers, but 
generally she was satisfied, not just that it seemed real, 
but that she would be able to get out of the house that 
afternoon if her parents were at home. They confirmed they 
would meet at the train station at about midday so that 
they could find some lunch before the ride to his aunt's.

Lauren was so excited about the prospect. She was even 
happier when she caught sight of a school friend walking in 
the park with her parents, and made every effort to ensure 
she was recognised with her man. That made it a perfect 
day. Lauren leaned back beside the tree gazing up at the 
leaves above her as the heady scent of the meadow carried 
her off into her world of dreams. She was aware of Jim 
laying beside her, tickling her lips with a long stalk of 
grass. She felt his arm slide across her stomach, pulling 
her towards him, and allowed his hands to stray along her 
arm. 

He leaned over her, his happy face smiling down as she took 
his hand in her own. Leaning down, he kissed her gently on 
the lips. Her heart beat so loudly that she thought he 
would notice, the force of the blood drumming in her ears 
as her teenage dreams of romance, princes and knights in 
shining armour seemed to come true. She knew that if she 
could have bottled the moment up, she would have done so 
and labeled it `My first love in the long grass by the 
lake'. But not if that had meant missing even a second of 
its intimacy. He slid down next to her. She turned towards 
him and felt his warm breath on her face and wallowed in 
the security that his strong arm provided.

She nestled against him, her eyes closed. Their embrace 
grew more intense as their hands explored, Jim's resting 
momentarily on her small breasts as he pulled her towards 
him. Opposing forces inside her mind battled against each 
other, alternately suggesting that she lay back on the 
grass and enjoy, while an equally strong voice counseled 
her to wait until she knew him better. 

The voice of compromise won the day. She enjoyed once more 
the feeling of a boys hand on her chest as he played with 
her nipple through her bra, and then sat up, brushing the 
grass from her clothes. They stood and parted with another 
longer, more passionate kiss which left her breathless and 
counting the minutes until their next encounter.

She was brought back to earth with a thump when she 
returned home, braving intense questioning from Mike and 
her mother about her `boyfriend'. Her mother eventually 
smiled, pleased with the new radiance in her daughter, and 
the obvious effect the young man was having on her. She 
couldn't remember when she had seen Lauren take so much 
care of herself.


Chapter 19

Sunday 2nd August

The bus arrived at the town terminus at exactly midday, the 
air brakes hissing as it lurched to a halt. Lauren was 
disappointed to note that a brief shower that had 
threatened all morning had picked the same moment to arrive 
in town. She looked through the windscreen as she made her 
way to the door, trying without success to catch a glimpse 
of her man at the railway station across the road. As she 
left, she opened the umbrella and skipped over to the 
station.

She found Jim leaning against the wall, sheltering from the 
shower that was gaining in force, water splashing off the 
cobbled streets onto her legs. Sandals, she decided, looked 
a little out of place. They kissed timidly, providing the 
reassurance that Lauren needed, and indicating that their 
parting embrace in the park had left Jim wanting more just 
as she did. He looked at her and smiled, noting that she 
had chosen to wear a pale blue summer dress with a floral 
pattern, trimmed with lace around the hem, giving a picture 
of healthy innocence as the dress swirled out from her 
shapely legs when she turned. 

They walked together under the umbrella, away from the 
station and up the deserted main shopping street, gazing in 
windows and chatting about what they would buy if they had 
the money. Lauren relaxed noticeably, surprised again that 
walking and talking with a boy was so simple, and all those 
first lines and wise remarks that she had rehearsed so 
often in her mind (and in front of the bathroom mirror) 
were unnecessary and would even have been considered out of 
place. The shower abated as steam rose off the pavement, 
heavy drips falling from the tiled roofs of the buildings. 
The main street was colourful, with flags of each of the 
cantons sprouting from the shops along with their coats of 
arms.

Jim led her into a small cafe on the west side of the 
street, open despite the Sunday regulations that forbade 
trade. They took a table in the window where they were able 
to watch couples walking past, often hand in hand, 
themselves looking at the shops wondering what they might 
buy. Lauren felt she belonged in a restaurant now, rather 
than feeling self-conscious and out of place as she had 
before she met Jim. He ordered a dried beef salad and she 
chose the same, even though she would have loved to have 
tried the lasagna that was the special of the day.

Their conversation soon turned to the studio, and Jim 
confessed that the woman wasn't really his aunt, more like 
a friend of his family that they had adopted. She had built 
her photographic business up herself after leaving 
university, and had received much acclaim for her model 
portfolios from several of the larger fashion houses and 
glamour magazines. Even Vogue had run an article on her, 
depicting her tiny cottage industry struggling and winning 
against the major firms like a David and Goliath contest. 
Lauren listened in awe, convinced that she was not even 
going to have her photo taken when his aunt saw her, let 
alone model any clothes.

They ate in silence, Lauren taking tremendous care to 
justify his decision to bring her into the restaurant with 
her etiquette and impeccable table manners. After coffee he 
made a call to his aunt, letting her know that they would 
be at her station at about a quarter past two. They left 
and wandered over to the river at the end of the main 
street, leaning on the old railings to watch the ducks 
squabbling over the remains of bread left by a group of 
children, now disappearing with their parents towards the 
shops. 

Lauren could remember clearly the same outing with her 
parents and Mike, throwing huge chunks of old bread into 
the river, delighted as the ducks flew in over the water 
and landed in their ungainly way. They moved on, and in 
time their circuit of the town brought them back to the 
railway station, where they bought their own tickets to 
Thun and made their way over the bridge to the platform.

The train was almost empty as they boarded the carriage 
marked `2', finding a group of seats that they could have 
to themselves. Lauren sat by the window and watched the 
platform disappear as the train moved jerkily off towards 
the west. Jim sat next to her, looking also at the scenery 
and the magnificent mountains that formed a backdrop to the 
town. Jim noticed the cable car pulling out of the base 
station and pointed to it. Lauren turned and smiled, 
nodding. He took her hand lightly and leaned forward, 
kissing her gently on the lips. She returned his kiss, 
parting her lips slightly as she put her hand on his 
shoulder. Her heart beat quickly as the taste of the lunch 
returned and her hand slipped around to the back of his 
head, playing with his curly hair. He exhaled deeply, taken 
off guard by the passion that he had aroused in the girl, 
unprepared for her tongue as it flicked over his teeth and 
explored his mouth. Lauren fought her emotions, shouted at 
herself that this was a public train, and a boy she had 
known only a few hours. 

Moreover, it was a boy she wanted to see again. She 
wrestled with her desires until she broke his kiss, and 
flopped her head backwards against the seat. Jim swallowed 
visibly, suddenly a little unsure of himself. He eventually 
rested his hand on her knee, squeezing it occasionally to 
confirm his pleasure in being with her, rather than to try 
and resume their embrace.

Their journey continued, stopping twice at stations before 
Thun. Jim introduced Lauren to Marlene at the station exit, 
and chatted to his aunt as they drove off to her house. 
Lauren sat in the back, leaning forward to catch every word 
they said, gleaning little bits of information about Jim as 
they traveled out of the town and up the mountain. Lauren 
had been to Thun once before but had little idea where they 
were heading. She noted that the houses were quite grand, 
with their own large gardens and ornate shrubs and flower 
beds.

After ten or fifteen minutes, they pulled into the driveway 
of a three story brown chalet, with classic Swiss roof and 
balconies all round the upper floors. The garage door 
closed automatically behind them as they walked up the 
stairs into the house.

"Actually, this is my house, studio and holiday home, 
Lauren" said Marlene, guiding them through the hallway and 
into what appeared to be a reception area, much like an 
office suite. "I've done the downstairs as my studio, and 
the upper floors are just like a normal house. Saves taxes, 
you know!"

The reception area contained a formal office desk on the 
right, with a sofa opposite it. A door leading off the far 
end, marked `Dark Room' was closed. A sign above the door 
looked like it would say `Do Not Enter' when it was 
switched on. A coffee table stood by the sofa, built of 
solid wood and looked strong enough to jump on. The walls 
were crammed with photos of people of every age, some 
younger than Lauren, posing in every conceivable position. 
She was fascinated to see the covers of some famous 
magazines, including Paris Match, Bild, Vogue and 
Cosmopolitan.

Lauren liked her. She wore an orange shirt which looked too 
large, even with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and 
green corduroy trousers, which may have been the right size 
but were covered at the top by the cascading shirt. She 
moved quickly, but in a considered manner, showing them to 
seats and sitting on the edge of her desk.

"Now, my dear, I'm told you are the next Kate Moss! Is that 
true?"

"I don't think so" said Lauren, giggling.

"Well, let's have a look. Stand up my dear. Have you done 
any modeling before?

"No, none" she said, as Marlene turned her round.

"OK, then I'll tell you what we'll do. I'll show you the 
studio so that you feel at home, and I'll see what 
catalogue work I need doing. I think you'll be able to do 
some of it, and we can just stop when you've had enough. 
How does that sound?"

"That sounds great" she beamed, looking at Jim.

They went out of the office and crossed the hallway, 
entering through one of the two large doors that made up 
the entrance to the studio. 

Lauren saw nothing until the lights cracked on, and then 
the sheer size of the room struck her. It was all of the 
rest of the floor, plus, she thought, a lot more out of the 
back of the house. The roof was covered in a criss-cross of 
gantries and pulleys, from which lights hung pointing 
mainly to the right-hand side of the room which contained a 
small white door. Straight in front of her was the window, 
which look like they could be covered by black curtains. 
And on the left side was a sofa and dressing table with 
make up and lights surrounding a big mirror.

Lauren walked over to the right, noting that the floor 
changed texture from carpet to linoleum, and a number of 
backcloths hung against the wall. A simple stool and 
armchair were placed in the centre of what appeared to be 
the work area, with a pile of coloured cloths and robes 
piled up near the chair.

"I'll turn some soft spots on so you can get the feel. Walk 
around! 

Explore. Go on!" insisted Marlene.

Lauren walked over to the stool as the lights came up, her 
blue dress contrasted against the pale gray background of 
the cloth that hung against the wall.

"Hey, lovely, sit on the stool, let me see" shouted Marlene 
from over by the door. She walked over and looked at her 
for a moment. "OK, now, when you sit on a stool, make sure 
you don't look like you're going to the toilet. Sit as 
though you're riding bareback, and let your right leg 
follow your left. That's better!"

Marlene stood back, looked briefly and moved Lauren a 
little on the stool.

"Great, can you remember how to sit like that? Good, now, 
show me how you would sit in this armchair, and remember, 
make the pose interesting." she said, supporting her chin 
with her hand in a study of contemplation, as she watched 
Lauren move across the floor. She tried a number of poses 
from behind the chair as well as sitting down in it in a 
normal fashion, until she decided that she would put both 
legs over the arm and turn slightly to her left to face 
Marlene.

"Brilliant, that's lovely! I want you to turn your legs a 
little towards me. Don't forget that you legs are lovely 
and we all want to see them."

Lauren was flustered by her compliments. Marlene exuded 
enthusiasm and professionalism, and Jim was nowhere to be 
seen, and so her embarrassment turned slowly to pride as 
excitement and confidence bubbled within. She smiled into 
the bright lights, trying to discern the shape of Marlene 
in the glare.

"OK, if your fairly comfortable we should get on. Let's 
take a look at my run list in the office and my `ideas 
book'. Then we'll find some clothes for you to model." 
Marlene and Lauren found Jim in the office, waiting 
patiently on the sofa.

"Are you going to watch?" Lauren asked.

"I'd only get in the way"

"Nonsense. I'll tell you what," said Marlene, "Give us a 
few minutes to get into the swing, and then I'll find 
something that you can both model. How's that?"

"Oh, allright" said Jim, with mock displeasure.

Marlene brought a heavy photo album across to the coffee 
table and sat down with the children. She guided Lauren 
through the pictures, noting particularly successful models 
and also explaining why she felt some shots didn't work. 
She also brought out a catalogue to show them, indicating 
which of the photos were hers. Lauren was interested to 
know that while she remembered the technical details of the 
shoot, such as the film manufacturer, speed and lighting 
calculations, even compensation coefficients for the 
filters, she had no idea who had been wearing the clothes.

"OK, now how about we take it from here on my run list. 
Hardenberg sent me their spring collection and I demanded 
that they included assorted sizes this time so you'll be 
able to find something back there. She touched Lauren 
lightly on the arm. "My dear, the clothes are fabulous but 
the prices are so high that I can't see them selling. 

Anyway, they pay my bills! Come on, let's get to work!" she 
exclaimed, taking Lauren by the hand and showing her into 
the small unmarked door on the right of the studio.

The room was surprisingly large, possibly due to the mirror 
at the end which was obviously used as a dressing mirror. 
Five or six racks of clothes hung the length of the room, 
butting against the left hand side, with small chairs along 
the right-hand side. To the side of the end mirror was a 
shelf which had make-up on it, no doubt for touching up 
during changes of clothing. There were a number of 
cardboard boxes and wooden crates stacked tidily next to 
the door.

"Now, Lauren, we have to find the Hardenberg boxes, only 
their dress is hanging up. Here we are"! she said, opening 
a cardboard box and reading the packing list. "These are 
the jeans, their white blouse, something called `Chantilly 
Dreaming' and the fairy-tale dresses are here in this 
plastic cover. One of them should fit you. Oh, forgot the 
shoes, here they are. I think we should take some pictures 
of you in your dress to get you warmed up, how about that?"

"Yeah, that would be nice"

Marlene positioned Lauren on the stool again, pleased that 
she remembered how to pose. Marlene unpacked her camera and 
fixed it to the tripod. Lauren had difficulty seeing what 
was happening under the lights, but she felt so excited 
that she sat still, listening for instructions. She heard 
the sound of little motors whirring overhead, as the 
lighting changed. One major spot light shone on her, making 
her feel warm as she squinted in the glare.

"Look at the floor, pretend you're miserable." 

A tiny flash! Her first picture. She bubbled inside looking 
up without waiting for the request.

"Look to your right, happy now. That's it. Hands on hips. 
Lovely. 

Hands behind you on your bottom as though in your jeans 
pockets. 

Great. Hands on your head. Great! OK, now stand beside the 
stool, one foot on the bottom rung. Great, Look left"

The flashes kept coming, Lauren happily losing count after 
about ten. She moved across to the armchair as requested, 
taking up her pose from earlier. Her dress rode up slightly 
higher this time revealing the back of her left thigh. 

"Wonderful, very natural, relax a little more, sink into 
the chair as though you're watching television." Flash. 

"OK, now let's start on the list. First we'd better do your 
makeup. I'll go and get Simone. She should be here by now." 
she said, showing her to the dressing table.

Marlene left the room as she sat down in front of the 
mirror and lights, closely examining her face with a look 
of professional detachment. She heard footsteps.

"Lauren, this is Simone who's my partner and helps with the 
studio. She'll do your makeup while I change film and get 
one other camera set up.

Lauren shook hands with Simone, trying to make out her 
features as her eyes adjusted from the lights. 

"Hi."

"Lauren, isn't it? Let's have a look at you!

Simone stood behind her, looking at her face in the mirror 
as she held her hair back and arranged it in a number of 
different styles. Lauren could see up to her shoulders and 
noticed she wore what looked to be a beautiful cotton 
blouse and skirt, both pale grey, with stockings. Her 
breasts looked full and her hands felt confident as she 
muttered to herself. Simone dealt with her eyes first, 
leaning down and moving close to Lauren's face as the 
subtlest of perfumes filled the air. She quickly made up 
her eyes, and turned her attention to her cheeks. 

Lauren watched Simone's face in the mirror, catching 
glimpses of what seemed to be an outrageously beautiful 
woman. Her long dark hair fell straight, shining and 
accentuating the clear lines of her face. As Simone stood 
sideways to her, she noted that her figure was a thin as 
her own, giving her breasts a new proportion.

"That should do. Now, just relax and enjoy yourself. Here's 
a drink to help you work." she said, offering her a glass 
of wine. Lauren really didn't want it but decided that she 
had better accept their hospitality as they were being so 
good to her. She clinked glasses and looked at Simone, able 
to confirm now that this girl was indeed a beauty, probably 
twenty-five or thereabouts, and elegantly dressed in a 
designer outfit. Marlene returned and approved of the new-
look Lauren as she sat sipping from her glass.

"Now, white blouse and any skirt to start with. I'll only 
need the blouse for this shot. Want me to help you?"

"I'll be fine. I'll find you if there's a problem." said 
Lauren, certain that she wanted to be on her own when she 
tried on the different sizes of clothes.

"OK, see you in a minute, I'll be here."


Chapter 20

Sunday 2nd August

Lauren entered the clothes room, closing the door behind 
her. She walked to the end and looked at herself in the 
mirror, delighted with her makeup from Simone and equally 
excited about the afternoon. She looked into the box, took 
out a white blouse, and held it against herself so she 
could gauge it's fit. 

The second one seemed about right, so she dropped it on the 
chair, glanced at the door, and after kicking off her 
sandals, unzipped her dress and let it fall to the ground. 
She could see her little naked breasts in the mirror and 
white knickers, so cheap and crude in comparison to the 
look and feel of the clothes she was about to wear. She 
felt rich, opulent even, as she pulled on the blouse and 
fastened the buttons. It fitted well, and finding a skirt 
on the nearest rack, she dressed and left the room.

She looked around the studio, walking in the direction of 
the dressing table. She scanned the room and noted that it 
was deserted. She helped herself to the drink that had been 
refilled, and wandered slowly over to the two cameras now 
set up, pointing to the brightly lit central area. Two 
white umbrellas had been mounted on tripods either side of 
the cameras, with a small spot providing a visible circle 
of bright light on the floor in front.

Marlene strode back into the room. "Hey, that looks fine! 
Not too big is it?" she asked, effervescing with 
enthusiasm.

"It feels great. It's so comfortable" replied Lauren, 
feeling the material on her arms.

"Good, let's get cracking then. Take a seat on the stool, 
usual pose to start with."

And so Lauren sat while her picture was taken, not once or 
twice as she had expected, but at least ten times in a 
couple of different poses. It was a painless pleasure, 
sitting there in her expensive clothes, surrounded by the 
accouterments of the jetset. She returned to the room to 
exchange her skirt for a pair of jeans. As she unzipped the 
skirt she smiled to herself, reveling in her moment of 
stardom and running her hand across her chest as she 
experimented with the feel of the material against her 
nipples. Her right hand moved between her legs and 
withdrew, confirming the beginnings of the telltale 
dampness that nowadays was an indicator to Lauren that her 
dreams and fantasies were mingling with reality. The second 
pair of jeans fitted superbly, pronouncing the young curves 
of both her buttocks and her thighs. Still leaving her 
sandals in the corner, she left the room to find her glass 
beside the stool.

"Hey, now they fit fine! Alright, standing by the stool. 
Great. That's it..." And so it continued. Marlene enthused 
over everything, making Lauren more and more confident. She 
lost herself under the lights, barely hearing the 
instructions from behind the camera, dreaming that she was 
lying up in the mountains in the sun, watching the clouds 
cling to the snowy peaks of her wonderful country.

"Lauren? Lauren? Wakey wakey! Next change. Try and find 
white shoes and the white fairy-tale dress. You might also 
put on the knickers marked GK0012 to save time. Got that?"

Lauren floated back into the clothes room and took off the 
jeans and blouse, carefully folding them on the chair. She 
rummaged through the box until she found the knickers, and 
unwrapped a pair of shoes that promised to be a reasonable 
fit. She then removed the cover from the dress in her size 
and felt it's silky texture, noting that it had layers 
of petticoats underneath that gave it a great deal of 
volume. It fitted like a dream, zipping up snugly to hug 
her upper body, while hanging loosely below.

She took the knickers and brought them up to her face, 
feeling their softness and inspecting the embroidery that 
no doubt contributed to the price. Facing the mirror she 
removed her own knickers, leaving them on the chair, and 
pulled on the Hardenberg pair. They too fitted well, and 
she hiked up the dress to take a closer look. Lauren 
stepped into the shoes which had generous heels, and took a 
final look at herself before she left the room, beaming.

"Oh wow, that's really something. You look like an angel my 
dear. Take a seat in the armchair." Lauren floated back 
into her pose, legs draped over the arm of the chair, and 
turned to where should through the camera was positioned. 
Marlene took several photos, asking her to move slightly 
now and then.

"Don't you feel sexy in their clothes? I guess that's what 
you pay for, isn't it?" said Marlene, flashing away.

"I feel like a million dollars. God, I'd love this dress!"

"Where would you wear it?

"Oh, some desert island as I walked along the sand."

"With a young boy on your arm and the sun shining down on 
you, the waves washing your feet as the spray tingles on 
your lips?"

"Yeah, oh yeah!" laughed Lauren at the excessive imagery, 
her thoughts as usual needing only a little push before 
they left her present surroundings for imaginary 
destinations.

Lauren felt so warm under the lights, and so comfortable in 
the chair that she thought she might like to curl up and 
sleep. She wondered where Jim was and remembered that he 
was supposed to be part of this session.

"Let's do the knickers quickly, you don't have to change. 
Just stand up, and take the dress way up as high as it will 
go. I just need to see from the waistband down to mid-
thigh." said Marlene, watching Lauren rise slowly. Lauren 
pulled the dress up high, almost covering her face, as she 
heard Marlene ask her to bring her legs together, then 
slightly apart, and then to return to the armchair. "Now, 
sit straight in the chair, open your legs and put your 
hands on the dress, between your knees. Look up!" There was 
a flash. "Want to do a sexy one?"

"Like what?" asked Lauren keenly.

"Like that, but bring your dress out from under your bottom 
so that it's all behind you, and move the front of the 
dress so I can see your legs. That's good, move the dress 
further back, I need to see the knickers. Lovely." Flash. 
"OK, slide down in the seat, legs still apart, lots of 
knickers, and..." Flash. "There, that was good. Sexy shots 
are fun sometimes, they help to amuse everyone and relieve 
the boredom of doing thirty pairs of black shoes or 
something like that. I'll find Jim and he can stand next to 
you in his evening outfit. Same designer, same price!"

And with that, she left. Lauren let her dress fall back 
down a little towards her knees, looking towards the door 
for her young man. She had waited for less than a minute 
when he came over to her and knelt beside the armchair. 

Lauren smiled warmly as he kissed her left arm, offering 
the glass of wine to her. They toasted each other, glad to 
be alone. She approved of the black tuxedo jacket and 
trousers that he had on, although she thought he might have 
found a tie to go with the formal dress shirt. Even though, 
she thought he looked wonderful as he knelt beside her.

"Marlene has had to go to the station with Simone to 
collect more stuff. Seems stupid to deliver it on Sundays. 
They really do seem to work so hard, those two" said Jim, 
"But she said she'd print some of the pictures if she had 
time and let you take a look. And ....." he trailed off, 
his tone requesting that she finish the sentence.

"And what?" asked Lauren, looking at him in mock suspicion.

"She's going to pay you!"

"What, I haven't done anything!" she exclaimed.

"She's grateful, it means she can get the Hardenberg prints 
out early next week, ahead of schedule."

Lauren looked at his kind round eyes, and emptying the 
glass, gave it back to him. She touched his face with her 
fingers, moving closer to him.

"Thank you. I've had a lovely time. It's all so new but so 
exciting. 

Did she tell you what we did?

"No"

"I don't know if I should tell you. It's so naughty!" 
giggled Lauren.

"Go on, tell me!" he said, pretending to bite her arm.

"She took some pictures of me - like sexy pictures - just 
for fun. I might let you see them." teased Lauren.

"I don't want to" 

"Why?"

"The real thing is better!"

Lauren pulled him round the edge of the chair so that he 
knelt between her legs, making sure her dress was pulled 
down to cover her knickers. He rested his hands on her 
knees as she leaned forward to kiss him on the lips, taking 
his face between her hands. She felt his tongue, darting 
between her teeth, searching and probing as her pulse 
quickened. His hands moved down her legs to her shoes, 
caressing her as she responded urgently with her own 
tongue. 

"Your legs are beautiful, Lauren. You look so good in these 
clothes." 

She leaned back in the chair, pulling him with her as his 
hands went behind her bottom. Her neck bent so that her 
chin was close to her chest, causing Jim to rest on her as 
they continued to explore each other. She felt her legs 
being pushed wider by his body and brought them up onto the 
arms of the chair. They kissed for some time, hands roaming 
uncontrollably, his cock pressing hard against the chair 
while Lauren's pussy began to prepare for a welcome 
visitor.

"Are you sure they're out?

"Yeah, saw the car go off!" he said, without breaking 
contact with her lips.

Lauren ran her hands inside his jacket, pushing it from his 
shoulders. 

He shrugged it off, running his tongue from her lips to her 
ear lobe. She held his arms tightly, finding the new 
sensation unbearably sensuous as his tongue explored inside 
her ear. As if in need of any confirmation, she pulled him 
higher so that his trousers rested on her knickers, 
delighted to feel his stiff cock against her pussy and now 
determined to let it have it's freedom. Her hand ran down 
over her nipple and towards her vagina, as she rubbed 
herself with the back of her hand while trying to find his 
zip.

After a frantic and lengthy search, she found the metal tag 
and slowly pulled it down, the little vibrations adding to 
the pulsing of his weapon. The tip of his cock protruded 
from his underpants, and she undid the button on his 
trousers and let them to fall to his knees, allowing his 
cock to move more freely. She ran her thumb over the top, 
feeling the first slippery signs of the boy's cum.

Jim slid down her body, giving a little attention to her 
breasts through the dress as he headed for her knickers. He 
ran his hands under her bottom, so that combined with her 
legs over the arms of the chair, she provided him with a 
perfect view of her expensive lace knickers and taunted his 
imagination with what lay beyond. Without any hurry at all, 
he ran his tongue over her legs, moving slowly to her inner 
thighs as she held his head, ensuring that he didn't stray 
too far from her wet pussy. She could smell her own juices 
now.

The heavenly scent of a young girl mixed with expensive 
wine under the hot lights caused another small drop of cum 
to appear at the end of his cock. He moved deeper between 
her legs, licking now the edge of the knickers where it 
covered her wet sex, hardly daring to breath as he pulled 
the material away slightly and pushed his tongue 
underneath. 

Lauren could just imagine his reward, the sweet taste she 
had experienced with Nikki as he probed her outer lips and 
washed over the hood of her clitoris. He continued for 
several minutes, evoking groans of pleasure from his girl 
and causing her to grab hold of his curly hair, pulling him 
closer and closer into her. Her hand moved from his head 
down onto her stomach, rubbing lower and lower as her 
fingers disappeared into her lace underwear, meeting his 
tongue as she touched the little bud of her clitoris and 
exhaled deeply.

Jim read her thoughts, helping her pull down the knickers 
as her legs came together. He stopped her hand at her 
knees, gripping her legs with the other and bending down to 
lick her vagina and down towards her anus. Her sex was 
squeezed together by her legs, pushing her inner lips out 
into the open, just allowing him to reach her clitoris with 
his hot tongue. Saliva dripped from her, down both sides of 
her pussy lips and around her little brown hole. Jim 
followed the trail, licking gently until his tongue 
encountered her anus. He circled it teasingly, probing 
slightly each time, coaxing it to allow him to push further 
and sample the delights of the thirteen year-old beauty.

Lauren thought she couldn't take anymore without coming and 
decided that it was her turn to do some exploring. She 
lowered her legs, wrapping them around his neck, and pulled 
him towards her, watching the look of disbelief on his face 
as he covered himself in her juices. She sank lower in the 
chair until he realised that she wanted to lay on the 
floor. Breaking away from her lock, he took one of the 
floor covers and spread it beneath her, removing her 
knickers and pulling her further down until she lay on the 
ground, her dress falling down to cover her naked pussy. 

She reached out to him, pulling at his underpants until 
they freed his rampant cock, leaving him wearing only his 
white shirt and socks as he positioned himself between her 
legs, running his hands from her shoes over her knees and 
along her inner thighs, pushing outwards slightly as moved 
higher.

Lauren pulled him towards her, desperate to feel his cock 
inside and have him on top of her, pounding away as her 
first boyfriend made love to her. Her vagina throbbed 
almost painfully as she felt the tip of his cock teasing 
her, probing for the entrance to her warm haven. She took 
him in her hand and positioned him, opening her eyes to 
watch the lovely face of her boy as he entered her gently. 

She knew he was big, probably bigger than Mike, but was not 
prepared for the searing sensation that shot through her, 
causing a panic reaction within the pit of her stomach and 
alarm bells to ring in her head. She took hold of his cock 
as it sank back into her, and heightened her fears as she 
discovered there was even more waiting to enter. Her nails 
dug into his shoulders as her breathing quickened.

"So big, Jim, please be gentle" she panted, the words 
floating out of her mouth as she tried desperately to 
control her breathing.

He stroked slowly, lengthening now and then but never until 
the look on her face told him that she was ready. It was 
fully three minutes before he was able to push into her all 
the way, and Lauren's hands moved to his arms, revealing 
deep scratches on his body. Her legs were wide apart, her 
little bottom squashed by his weight, as he gradually 
increased his pace, withdrawing almost all the way before 
plowing back in to her, each stroke causing a muffled groan 
to come from deep inside her. Lauren wrapped her legs 
around his back, locking her white shoes together, pulling 
him in tighter to her now burning pussy as he placed his 
hands either side of her. 

Her stomach was turning somersaults, and she had a strange 
notion that she was either going to come explosively or she 
would be violently sick. The decision was made for her, as 
she felt her orgasm gathering strength, felt her vaginal 
muscles pulling him further in as her own juices flowed 
freely, his balls banging with a slap against her bottom. 
Lauren looked up and backwards, arching her back as she 
continued to hold him, listening to his grunting, just 
anxious now that he didn't stop but just kept pumping into 
her. His arms were locked straight, a pleasure machine, 
pumping, pumping, in and out as the sweaty sweet smell of 
sex engulfed her, pushing her to the precipice and over, 
drifting on a wave of ecstasy as it carried her off to 
another plane, causing her to loose all contact with the 
real world.

Wave after wave lapped against her, moving from her feet up 
her legs and through her sex until even the fingers on his 
arms tingled with pleasure. As she regained control of her 
limbs, she realised that he was approaching his own climax 
and so started bucking gently in time, giving him every 
encouragement so that he would fill her as she so dearly 
wished. 

His pummeling continued, reaching fever pitch until he 
withdrew and came in great spurts over her thighs and 
gaping pussy, spraying her with shot after shot of cum, his 
frame jerking in a fit as he emptied his pent-up lust over 
her. Slowly he managed to control his body as the spurts of 
cum became fewer and weaker. A little stream of cum had 
formed on her body that flowed over her pussy, traveling 
down slowly to her anus. Jim kissed the tiny strands of 
pubic hair, and watched his seed as it dripped over her 
clitoris and onwards towards the floor.

He moved to lie alongside her, kissing her lips as she kept 
hold of the dress, trying to prevent it sticking to her 
body. They smiled, happy to look again into each other's 
eyes.

"You could have done it in me, it's safe"

"I wasn't sure." He paused, pulling her closer to him and 
kissing her. "We ought to get cleaned up, I don't think we 
want to get caught just here!"

He wiped Lauren with the cloth from the floor so that she 
could stand up without ruining the dress and showed her to 
the toilet by the front door. Jim dressed and tidied the 
studio, making sure that everything was back in the right 
place. They finished just as Marlene and Simone returned, 
Marlene carrying more cardboard boxes of clothing while 
Simone brought up a small packet and some larger envelopes 
from the garage below. Jim offered to help and went below 
with Simone, while Lauren sat on the sofa, talking to 
Marlene.

"I have even more of the stuff now from them. What you 
modeled was only part of it. Oh! I must pay you and thank 
you" said Marlene, walking to the reception desk and taking 
out a small cash box.

"Honestly, I don't need paying, I really enjoyed it!" 
protested Lauren.

"Nonsense, here you are" she said handing her four hundred 
francs.

"This is so much! My parents will question me for a week if 
they find out!"

"Then do what other boys and girls do and keep the money 
here. Look!" she suggested, unlocking the large drawer to 
the desk. Lauren joined her and looked inside. There were 
several other tiny cash boxes with initials on them. Most 
of them were closed, but one or two were open and clearly 
empty. "What colour?"

"Blue, please"

"It's yours!"

Lauren put the money in the box, turned the key and put the 
box back in the desk.

"Keep the key. Then only you can get into it. I know how 
much should be there because I keep records of my costs. 
That way we won't go wrong."

As they closed the drawer. Lauren heard Jim talking on his 
way up.

"Were the others that good?"

"Shh" whispered Simone, as they gained the top step.

"What `others'?" asked Lauren.

"The other designer clothes" said Simone quickly. 

"Sometimes they rush them over to us half finished so we 
have to repair them or sometimes send them back." Lauren 
looked at her, noting the silent exchange that appeared to 
take place between Simone and Marlene. 

"Now, Simone, be a dear and print off some of the photos 
from this afternoon, I'm sure Lauren is dying to see what 
she looked like!" said Marlene.

Simone smiled at Lauren as she opened the door of the 
darkroom, and disappear inside. The red light above the 
door came on, reminding everyone in the room: `Do Not 
Enter'. Lauren thought that Simone was so beautiful, even 
though she had not really had a chance to talk to her so 
far. She felt at ease with her as though she had met her 
before, although she was absolutely convinced that that was 
not the case. She glided about the room with such elegance 
and poise, her figure showing off her clothes perfectly, 
rather than the other way round, and she had long slender 
legs that other women spent their life dreaming about.

Marlene invited Lauren and Jim to join her for afternoon 
tea upstairs while they waited for the pictures to be 
printed and dried. Simone eventually joined them, 
announcing that the pictures were done and already mounted 
in an album in the reception area. Lauren was so excited, 
pushing the last of her sandwich into her mouth in an 
effort to return downstairs as soon as possible.

Marlene sat between Lauren and Jim on the sofa, with Simone 
sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of them all, as 
they looked at the first page, showing Lauren in her pale 
blue summer dress.

"You see, you look nervous here, you're sitting badly too. 
Even so, this is what I meant by your legs, see that they 
are placed perfectly, so that we know how big they are 
without being explicit. Nice dress, you know."

They turned the page.

"This is the one I like" said Simone, sitting up and 
pointing to a picture of Lauren standing next to the stool.

"Yes, but again, you look stiff, rather than natural. Don't 
worry, everyone does to start with. Again, your legs are 
excellent. I should have asked you to turn away from me a 
little to give an idea of the shape of your breasts."

Lauren looked at Marlene and then Simone. They were 
inspecting the photos from a purely aesthetic perspective, 
and she felt reassured about their treatment of her as a 
subject, even though she felt some of the criticism was 
likely to be unfair, given this was still her first 
attempt. Marlene turned the page as four more photos, at 
least ten inches by eight, showed her reclined on the 
armchair.

"This one is marvelous!" said Marlene. "You managed to say 
exactly what a dress manufacturer would want you to say, 
just with your face and body. See, you're relaxed, 
carefree, happy and dreaming slightly!" she said, pointing 
to the top right-hand photo. It showed Lauren looking into 
the distance, her dress high up her thigh without showing 
her knickers as her sandals dangled from her toes. Lauren 
smiled proudly, her earlier blushes fading.

Marlene turned the page, and gave her critique of the 
modeling of the jeans, blouse and knickers. "What about the 
two sexy shots?" asked Marlene.

"I wasn't sure if you wanted them" answered Simone, nodding 
at Jim.

"Lauren, do you mind if he sees them?"

"No, I don't think so. They were only for fun, right?"

"Sure, Simone, be a dear again, would you?"

She returned with two photos and lay them on the coffee 
table. Lauren stared at the photos of herself in the 
beautiful dress and knickers, then turned her gaze to the 
assembled audience to gauge their reaction. The pictures 
were not dirty as she had expected due to the soft lighting 
and a hazy effect that made them dreamy.

"This one is awful; this is OK, but nothing special." said 
Marlene. "The blues in this one are too high, in fact they 
all need a bit of colour correction to compensate for your 
skin colour. It's so difficult to do sexy pictures, you 
know. Look, both show your legs well, but the knickers here 
are all bunched up, and they're off centre over your 
vagina. Good finger direction here in this one." she said 
dispassionately. "Not to worry, they're fun pictures, 
that's all!"

"Hey, I think they look really great!" said Lauren, clearly 
pleased with herself.

"Don't get me wrong, they are good. If we do some more, 
Simone can help me to get you to pose and arrange your 
clothing properly."

Lauren couldn't believe that she had just seen two photos 
of her knickers, had someone discuss her vagina, and not 
felt the slightest embarrassment. She had found herself 
analysing the pictures in a similar manner to Marlene, 
recognising a number of the technical issues in the photos 
even though colour correction was too much to digest at the 
time.

As they congratulated each other on a good afternoon's 
work, Simone offered to drive them both to the station, so 
they could catch their train back home. Jim would be going 
in a different direction to his village but their trains 
left at almost the same time. Lauren and Jim thanked 
Marlene for their afternoon's entertainment, and joined 
Simone in the car. Lauren made a couple of attempts to 
engage Simone in conversation but with little success, 
although she did feel that Simone was genuinely happy to 
have spent her afternoon printing the films and reviewing 
the work.

At the station, they waved good-bye to Simone as they made 
their way through the ticket hall, onto the platform. 
Lauren could see her train approaching in the distance, and 
turned to Jim happily as they embraced. He promised to 
call, even to try and set up another photo session, if she 
wanted. Lauren bounded over the bridge, and took her seat 
on the train, waving good-bye as the train pulled out. She 
stood and pulled down the window to look out and wave 
again, but Jim had just turned and she watched him as he 
disappeared into the ticket hall as the train headed east.


Chapter 21

Wednesday 5th August

Lauren naturally spent the early part of the week bringing 
Nikki up to date with her exploits at the studio, revealing 
more and more of the details as Nikki subjected her to 
relentless questioning. 

In fact, by the end of Tuesday, Nikki said that the 
afternoon sounded like a story of fairy-tale romance; 
Champagne, bright lights and beautiful people. However, 
Lauren's narrative was enough to provide Nikki with a 
graphic picture of the afternoon and a noticeable damp spot 
between her legs as she sat crossed-legged on the bed in a 
very un-ladylike fashion. Clearly, Lauren had added a 
certain bias towards the romantic side, but in truth, it 
had turned out to be one of the most enjoyable days of her 
young life. She had even managed to get Jim's phone number, 
and had it written on her hand and committed to memory 
before the train left the station. As she told and retold 
her story to Nikki, so she looked forward to the rest of 
the holidays and the other events that were scheduled to 
take place.

Lauren and Nikki spent Tuesday together shopping for 
clothes and shoes. Lauren had been dragged from her bed at 
eleven o'clock by Nikki and pushed out of the door towards 
the bus stop to the applause of her mother. The girls each 
bought a pair of shoes; Nikki had needed a new pair of 
trainers while Lauren had been looking for something 
suitable for AnneMarie Grob's wedding. With the shoes 
purchased all that remained was to make sure that the dress 
fitted.

So on Wednesday morning, after a long shower, Lauren sat in 
the big armchair in the lounge, wearing her old jeans and a 
red T-Shirt (from her grandmother two summers earlier) with 
a big picture of Winnie the Pooh emblazoned across its 
front. Her legs curled underneath her as she picked up the 
telephone carefully, watching it as she lifted it to 
her ear. She looked up the phone number in the local 
directory and dialed, cupping the receiver and turning away 
from the door.

"Hi, it's Lauren. Just wondered when I should come round." 
She looked briefly at the television, as though she might 
see the Kristal's picture appear, then across to the door, 
and over to the window. "Sure, it's ready?" she said 
quietly. "OK, how about just before midday? Fine, see you 
soon."

Lauren replaced the receiver and stared at it, replaying 
every word of the conversation, analysing the innuendo and 
inflections for signs of hidden meaning. There were none. 
She climbed the stairs, and shut the bedroom door behind 
her. She convinced herself that she would just go over 
there, get the dress, make sure it was the right size, and 
be back for a late lunch. She had thought long and hard 
about their last encounter, and although it still made her 
feel good just to think of it, she now had a boyfriend who 
meant a great deal to her. She was determined to avoid any 
repetition of the last time, and anyway, she thought, it 
was unnecessary since Jim would be calling her soon and she 
wanted to wait until then before orgasming, just in case, 
as some of the girls said at school, she couldn't manage it 
because she was doing it too much.

She lay on her bed and stared at the ceiling, contemplating 
the journey over to Kristal's house. She rolled onto her 
side and looked out of the window, over the tops of the 
trees in the garden to the peaks of the mountains beyond. 
They looked so clean, so untouched as the sun shone on the 
caps of snow, waiting to be explored by anyone who dared to 
venture that far. She rolled onto her stomach and looked at 
her clock. Eight-thirty was ridiculously early in her 
mind to be up during the school holidays. She decided to 
start her school project, entitled "The Incas." That, she 
thought, was going to be very useful in later life. 

Immersing herself in one of the books that she had found in 
the library, she curled up on her bed and started to learn 
about their civilization. Although she would hate to admit 
it to anyone, she hardly looked up from the pages as she 
became absorbed in their way of life. She discovered that 
the Incas were advanced in so many ways, and yet had failed 
to discover the wheel and had no method of writing. But 
their buildings were amazing, feats of engineering that 
would be hard to accomplish in modern times. They ruled by 
fear and were famous for their ceremonial sacrifices of 
children, by the hundreds when times were tough, in order 
to appease the gods. Lauren shut the book and closed her 
eyes. She found it hard to imagine how someone could 
sacrifice a child in the name of religion.

Her little clock told her that it was now ten thirty, and 
she bounded off the bed, pulling off her T-Shirt and jeans 
and throwing them in a heap on the floor. She pulled on her 
dressing gown, grabbed her nicest underwear and went into 
the bathroom to wash. The dressing gown fell to the floor 
as the door slammed shut. She stared at the reflection in 
the mirror, stuck out her tongue to see how it looked, and 
smiled broadly at the mirror much like a chimpanzee might 
at feeding time. 

Lauren debated whether to have a shower or just a quick 
wash. She had already had one this morning, and had hardly 
got herself dirty by lying on her bed reading the book. 
Furthermore, if she was only going to quickly try the dress 
on and come back for lunch, she felt it was unnecessary.

By the time she had finished cleaning her teeth and had 
brushed her hair, her resolution had withered. She reached 
for the hot and cold taps, turning each half way. The felt 
the water warm quickly so she switched the shower on and 
pulled across the plastic curtain. Her fingers hooked into 
her knickers and pulled them down to her knees. Absently, 
she ran her hand over her mound, her fingers finding the 
little hairs above her pussy, still far fewer than before 
Nikki had shaved them off, but nonetheless growing back, 
without any sign of being thick and bushy as she had 
feared. Her clitoris was well hidden, and the lips of her 
pussy hid the secrets that lay beyond. She stepped into the 
shower, took the soap and held it under the flowing water, 
slowly turning to ensure that the spray wet her all over. 

Lathering her hands, she replaced the soap and washed her 
little breasts, checking that each nipple understood its 
duty as she squeezed it gently. The bubbles slipped over 
her stomach and down her tanned legs, unimpressed by the 
sight of her teenage vagina and the tiniest flicker of 
arousal from her pink lips.

Lauren was angry with herself, not because the shower was 
really unnecessary, but that she knew she would have to 
fight even harder now to stay out of Kristal's arms. She 
recalled the last time she was there, the seduction that 
she knew would happen, had even encouraged, and the feeling 
in her soul on the way home that she had tasted forbidden 
fruit, the juice still on her hands and face. She stopped 
soaping herself as she recalled licking her fingers in the 
bus, tasting once again Kristal's sex, inhaling deeply as 
she held her hands to her nose. Absently, she brought her 
fingers to her nose, breathing in the sweet soapy smell. 

Replenishing the bubbles, she bent forward and rather than 
washing her pussy, she inserted the middle finger of her 
right hand into her little brown hole. The muscle gathered 
around the intruder, throwing it out with a quick 
contraction. She ran her finger under the spray and applied 
more soap, repeating the action until she was satisfied 
that she was as clean as possible.

After a final wash of her spreading pussy, she rinsed her 
hands and took the shower head off the hook, running the 
water between her legs and ensuring that every last inch of 
her sex was clean. Lauren noted the new sensation of 
running the shower so close to her bottom and pussy, 
fascinated by the feeling that was invoked as the jet ran 
between her pussy lips. Conscious that time was ticking by, 
she replaced the head and turned off the taps, stepping out 
of the bath to run the towel between her legs and back up 
to her nipples. She dried herself fully and pulled on the 
silky underwear. A thought struck her that she might be 
able to buy some of the Hardenberg underwear that she had 
modeled at Marlene's house. She might even be able to buy 
it with the money she had earned that day.

Pleased with her thoughts, she bounced back into her 
bedroom and rifled through her wardrobe to find some 
suitable clothes. She was irresistibly drawn to a white 
blouse that she normally wore to formal occasions 
(Grandma's birthday, Christmas morning and once to a school 
dance at her mother's insistence where she had been taunted 
by her friends). 

Today, though, it seemed appropriate. The blouse buttoned 
down the back, the plain material adorned by lace trim that 
hid the top button in a small ruffle, echoed on the cuffs. 
The dark blue skirt that didn't quite reach her knees also 
went well, even if she did look like an archetypal 
schoolgirl playing truant. 

A dab of her mother's perfume, bare legs and a pair of 
sandals completed her preparations. She grabbed the shoes 
that she had bought for the wedding and said good-bye to 
her mother, explaining she was off to collect her 
bridesmaids dress from Kristal. 

Her mother clearly approved as she looked at her daughter, 
smartly dressed (without being asked) and off out again. As 
her daughter breezed past her, Daniele Gisal smiled, 
inhaling the familiar French scent.

Lauren pressed her forehead against the glass and stared 
out at the scant traffic as the bus trundled through the 
village and down to the main road. She could see over the 
white fences of the smaller houses, into the immaculate 
front gardens and occasionally through doors into the 
darkness beyond. She saw the old ladies, gathered around 
their porches in semi-circles, dressed invariably in black, 
clutching their knitting and chattering to one another as 
they peered between shawl and white lace. 

Solitary ladies sat outside other houses and watched her as 
she passed by in the bus, nodding and noting the activity 
as they contemplated the unhurried passage of time. She 
wondered how many passengers had passed by them that 
morning, how many had been interesting to them, how many 
looked like the thousands of people each of them must have 
seen during their lives, receiving only a glance before 
being forgotten forever. What twist of fate, she thought, 
should have brought them together at that point in time, to 
see, consider and forget.

Her melancholy disappeared as the dismal little industrial 
area gave way to the brightness of the town where even the 
traffic lights added to the feeling of life and activity. A 
group of teenage boys gathered outside the tobacconist's 
shop, joking and flirting as they shared cigarettes and 
traded anecdotes about their girlfriends. Lauren turned to 
her right and looked up the High Street as the bus crossed 
the lights and started it's journey back out into the 
countryside. Her attention turned towards the morning's 
activity and Kristal. 

She leaned back in the seat and ran through the likely 
events that would take place once she arrived. She had 
intended last night, and even this morning, to check the 
dress and return home quickly. But the half-hour journey 
warranted a longer stay. She found Kristal interesting, 
mainly because she had been married and had a great deal of 
information about boys and men that she would willingly 
share. 

She still remembered their afternoon together, and the 
gentle, warming attention that she had received, coupled 
with the absence of any sort of demand for reciprocation. 
Lauren smiled, mentally cuddling Kristal on the sofa as a 
way of expressing her thanks for the dress and education. 
That was about as far as it would go; she would tell her 
about Jim and explain that she had now found a boyfriend 
who meant a great deal to her.

The bus jerked to a halt bringing Lauren back to reality 
with the realisation that she had arrived. She hurried to 
the exit and jumped down onto the pavement, aware that the 
back of her short skirt had billowed like a parachute as 
she landed. Skipping up the lane, she looked into the 
distance and saw Kristal's house, set back from the road 
and carefully landscaped to be hidden from it's neighbours 
by trees and the natural shape of the mountain rock. As she 
approached the house, she took a closer look at it than she 
had on her previous visit. 

Each of the houses was set in it's own grounds, and 
separated by about thirty meters from the next. All of the 
houses were traditionally styled Swiss-chalets, with brown 
vertical boarding on the outside and large over-hanging 
roofs that held ornate dormer-style shuttered windows for 
the upstairs bedrooms. The majority - including Kristal's - 
had large balconies that stretched all the way from the 
front round to the rear, some even including decks or 
patios into their design where the mountain allowed. A 
mixture of deciduous and coniferous trees surrounded the 
properties, contrasting the massive expanse of grass that 
covered the land as far as the eye could see.

The sun was oppressively hot and beat down on Lauren's arms 
and legs as she climbed the gentle slope. It was quite 
different weather than the previous few days when it had 
drizzled and felt more like September. By the time she had 
arrived at Kristal's front door, she was hot, dusty and her 
heart beat with the exercise and in anticipation of their 
encounter.

"Hi, Lauren! Come on in" said Kristal warmly, leaving 
Lauren to shut the door as she walked across to the cutting 
table. Lauren followed her, pleased to feel cooler inside 
and not surprised to see that the door leading to the patio 
was open, a breeze blowing the curtains slightly. A stylish 
blue and white patio set of chairs, table and umbrella had 
been placed outside.

"Hey, it's nice and cool in here. I got so hot walking from 
the bus stop to here!"

"Sit down and rest a while. Coffee, tea?" said Kristal, 
looking down at the bag in Lauren's hand as she padded 
towards the kitchen. She had clearly been sunbathing 
outside, and Lauren guessed she had just pulled on the long 
T-Shirt over her bikini bottoms to look a little more 
respectable for her arrival. 

"Any Cola?" asked Lauren.

"Sure, take a seat." said Kristal, motioning her to the 
sofa. "How's your summer holiday?"

"Fine.." Lauren looked around the large room. The pink and 
red colour scheme brought back memories of their previous 
encounter, adding in Lauren's mind to the tension of the 
present first few minutes. She was torn between mentioning 
Jim and giving Kristal a big hug. Without the experience to 
resolve it, Lauren continued to sit, looking down at her 
knees and toying with the bag.

"There you go." she said, returning from the kitchen with 
two long drinks. "Did you find any that matched the 
material?" she asked, pointing at the bag.

Lauren extracted the box and handed it to her. Kristal 
smiled, carefully opening it and taking out the pale yellow 
shoes.

"Hey, they should be great. Want to take a look at your 
outfit?"

"You mean now? Oh, OK" said Lauren.

They stood and walked over to the cutting table, where 
Kristal had neatly folded the bodice and skirt and 
separated them with tissue paper. She picked up the top and 
held it against Lauren, leaning from side to side to check 
that the shoulders looked in proportion. She then held the 
skirt against her to make sure that it looked similar at 
least to the blue skirt that Lauren already wore. 

"Well, no major mistakes so far! At least it looks about 
right!"

Both girls knew that the next step would be to try them on 
and do a final check, although that would mean that Lauren 
would have to strip to her underwear.

"But we can do that any old time" said Kristal quickly.
Lauren smiled, and felt the material with her fingers. Both 
parts were a very pale blue, while just the jacket had a 
beautiful lining of off-white silk. She raised the silk to 
her face, feeling it glide smoothly over her lips. She 
looked at Kristal and blinked before returning to the sofa.

"So, what's been happening?"

"Nothing much. Well, actually, quite a lot. Oh yeah! I have 
a boyfriend. Well, I suppose he's my boyfriend. I met him 
on the way to here last time, and he actually called me. 
We've been out a couple of times and he's met my mum and 
all that!"

"Wow, that's great" said Kristal, looking genuinely 
delighted for her. 

She questioned her for several minutes causing Lauren to go 
into raptures about his experiences abroad and how much her 
mother liked him. It also helped to relieve the tension 
that Lauren had felt, or thought she had felt when she 
walked into the house. Now that Kristal knew about Jim she 
hoped that their love making two weeks before would be put 
into perspective. Lauren turned towards Kristal as they sat 
on the sofa, curling her legs underneath herself and 
leaning on the back of the cushions.

"Oh, I called AnneMarie, and all her old friends are going 
to have a hen-night at the Rubens Hotel." said Kristal.

"Hey, that's the hotel that my friend's father manages"

"Really? Well, we like it because some of the rooms have 
whirlpool tubs, and you can bring your own videos to watch. 
It's expensive but a great place to go once or twice a 
year, just for the weekend. It'll be just like old times. 
We used to have two or three rooms between eight or ten of 
us, and we'd have a party for the whole of the weekend. 
Just us girls! I really hope that AnneMarie gets in the 
mood, just for old times sake!"

Lauren could imagine Kristal, coaxing the other girls on, 
splashing in the big baths. She could also see her there, 
lying on the bed, or kneeling in the bath, receiving 
attention from other girls as they adored her gorgeous 
body. She smiled knowingly, understanding now how AnneMarie 
had got to know Kristal, and realising the great change 
that must have taken place in AnneMarie's life quite 
recently.

"That'll be fun. Where do these films come from?" she 
asked, thinking back to her one and only encounter with 
pornographic movies. 

"One or two of the girls seem to be able to get hold of 
them, I'm not too sure. Most I think are from America or 
Germany."

"Hmm, I saw one once and didn't really like it." said 
Lauren, anxious to have Kristal treat her as an equal. "It 
was OK to start with but got a bit nasty."

"You don't need that. Look at you! You just have to walk 
down a street and you find yourself a boyfriend!" she said, 
laughing, reaching out to touch her shoulder. Lauren leaned 
her head on Kristal's shoulder, curling up a little as she 
made herself comfortable.

"Didn't you feel petrified that you would never be loved, 
or would never find a husband?"

"Sometimes, but it didn't concern me that much. It's 
difficult to remember though when I first thought about 
that sort of thing."

"I sometimes think that I would die without Jim, and yet I 
know I'm only thirteen. This summer has been so weird. So 
much has happened. And I feel that I've joined this new 
club where only people who know about sex are allowed in. 
Like there's an entrance exam!"

"And you passed easily!" Kristal paused, looking into her 
eyes. She held out her hands to Lauren. "You're probably 
feeling stressed from it all"

"What? My father says that he's stressed, but I don't have 
a job to do that to me!"

"Yes, but you have other things. Believe me, there are a 
lot of changes taking place inside you, and it all takes 
it's toll"

"You think so?"

"Lean back onto my lap and I'll rub your head. It'll help 
you relax and sort out your thoughts. Just talking 
sometimes helps to sort them out, you know."

Lauren turned so that her legs draped over the arms of the 
sofa. With her caution abandoned, she rested her lead on 
Kristal's legs as the fingers started to gently knead her 
temples. Thoughts about restraint, visiting only twenty 
minutes and being home for lunch fled back into her head, 
only to be cast out again for their impudence.

For several minutes, Lauren lay there is silence, marveling 
as she relaxed under the hypnotic spell of Kristal's 
fingers as they imparted their magic. Slowly, calmly, the 
fingers moved to her shoulders, thumbs pushing into her 
back, easing the muscles and spreading a glow in her upper 
body.

"You know, I'm not surprised" said Kristal, continuing her 
massage. "Think about all the new things you're learning. 
Every time you push your experience a little further, there 
is such a tremendous reward that the sheer excitement 
probably tires you out."

"Hmm"

"But what would be worse would be to deny yourself all the 
experimentation, just because you find it tiring! I just 
wish I had discovered men and women at your age, and really 
found out all about them. I wish I had been able to try 
something new every day, even if it was just talking to 
someone new"

"Hmm. I suppose you're right. Like you rubbing my back, you 
mean?" said Lauren, sleepily.

"Yes, it's new and now you know whether you like it or not. 
That's progress."

"I love it. For God's sake don't stop!"

"I won't" said Kristal, laughing and running her fingers 
under Lauren's chin and around her neck. 

Lauren nestled deeper between Kristal's legs, ensuring that 
Kristal understood that she had permission to continue 
further.

"You know, you should try the top on and make sure that it 
fits." said Kristal.

"Hmm, I know." said Lauren, making no effort to move.

"Shall I help you?"

"That would be nice."

Kristal reached down to her cuffs and undid the little 
buttons, allowing the sleeves to ride up her arms. She then 
found the buttons at her neck and started undoing them, 
slowly and carefully, one by one, as she continued to rub 
her neck and shoulders. Lauren bent her left leg, placing 
her foot on the arm of the sofa so that her skirt barely 
covered her knickers. She turned her head towards Kristal's 
bikini bottoms and kissed her, gently licking her leg as 
she probed with her tongue.

"Are you recovering yet?" asked Kristal as she leaned back 
on the sofa.

"A little bit"

"Really, it's not surprising that you feel tense." She 
paused for a few moments as Lauren continued to kiss her 
through her bikini. "Can I ask you something?"

"I don't know. What?"

"Did you lose you virginity recently - I mean, could that 
be part of the stress?"

"Yes I did, just after I came here last time"

"Oh, Lauren, you sweet thing." she said, pulling her tight 
against her. 

You mean you were a virgin when we had our bath?"

"Yes, I suppose I was."

Kristal exhaled deeply, pulling Lauren closer to her so 
that her face was buried between her legs.

"You're adorable. That's so nice" said Kristal.
Lauren continued to explore the limited space that she had, 
savouring the growing scent of the girl as she licked and 
ran her tongue over the material. Kristal became more 
adventurous, rubbing her fingers over the nipples that 
pushed freely against the silky material of Lauren's 
blouse.

"Hey, I've got a present for you" said Kristal

"For me?"

"Hmm, wait there"

Kristal laid her head on the sofa and smiled fondly as she 
turned and walked towards her bedroom. Lauren frowned and 
watched her tanned legs disappear round the corner. Kristal 
returned almost immediately with a beautifully wrapped box, 
complete with a festoon of ribbons and two large bows. 
Lauren smiled as she took the box and gave it a gentle 
shake.

"What is it?"

"You'll have to open it and find out!"

Lauren pulled at the ribbon, careful not to ruin the 
decoration or the wrapping paper. Inside was a white box 
marked Dior. She looked at Kristal in astonishment.

"For me?"

"Sure, open it"


Chapter 22

Lauren lifted the lid and stared at the contents. Even 
though they were wrapped in delicate tissue paper, there 
was no mistaking the silvery silk underwear.

"Oh wow!" she exclaimed, smiling delightedly. She threw her 
arms around Kristal and hugged her.

"Well, I just thought that you should not only look really 
great at AnneMarie's wedding, but also feel great"

"Undo my blouse?"

Kristal undid the remainder of the buttons and helped the 
blouse off her shoulders. She hung it on the back of the 
sofa as Lauren took the small 32A bra and slipped it on, 
managing to fasten the two hooks at the back without a 
problem.

"It feels completely different, it's so.. Oh I don't know, 
so naughty!"

"You look fabulous"

"Oh, Kristal, thank you." She looked at the older girl 
sitting opposite her on the sofa and smiled gently. As 
Kristal put her hand on her knee, she handed her the box, 
leaned back against the arm and closed her eyes. "Please?" 
she said.

Kristal knelt on the floor beside her, fumbling slightly as 
she found the zip that held the little girl' skirt in 
place. Lauren wriggled her bottom as the skirt traveled 
down her legs, a surge of excitement shooting through her 
as it came off at her feet. She felt Kristal's hands slowly 
moving her thighs apart as she leaned over and a tongue 
explored from her knees up towards her vagina. The memories 
of their last afternoon of pleasure came flooding back as 
the tongue probed into her knickers at the top of her 
pussy. And then she felt her knickers being pulled from the 
sides and she gratefully lifted her bottom to allow them to 
be pulled off. However, Kristal clearly had other ideas, as 
she left them a few inches above her knees, restricting the 
amount that Lauren could open her legs. The tongue 
returned, running down from her navel and through her pubic 
hair. Kristal caught some between her lips and tugged at 
it, causing a little stab of pain that was not 
disagreeable.

"Do you want to learn some more, experience a few more 
sensations?" asked Kristal.

"Yes, yes please" was all that Lauren could reply, her eyes 
still closed and her vagina protesting at the desertion of 
the tongue.

"Come on then, first things first. We should make sure 
we're clean"

The two girls entered the bedroom, Kristal turning to look 
at Lauren and take her hands in hers.

"Let's not get this new lingerie wet" said Kristal, 
reaching behind Lauren and undoing the bra. She stood back 
slightly to admire the small breasts of the young girl, 
rubbing the nipples gently with the silk of the bra. Lauren 
reached forward and pulled Kristal's T-Shirt over her head, 
delighted to see once again her large rounded breasts. They 
embraced, slowly but confidently, both slipping their hands 
into the back of each other's knickers and slowly pulling 
them down. 

Kristal's bikini was tight and Lauren found it difficult to 
kiss her and push it down. She knelt in front of Kristal 
and pulled it to her feet, staring all the while at the 
shining lips of her pussy. Kristal reciprocated, removing 
her knickers to reveal the dampness that had been gathering 
since Lauren had stepped through the door that morning.

They washed thoroughly, taking their time to talk and joke 
in the bath while Lauren leaned back on Kristal as she had 
before, enjoying the simple contact and the sensation of 
the girl's breasts in her back. They dried each other 
before returning to the bedroom and sitting together on the 
bed. The difference in age was quite evident between the 
two girls. Lauren's long thin legs looked so young compared 
to Kristal's, without very much rounding or filling our 
around her bottom. Lauren had none of the hour-glass shape 
that Kristal had, her slim waist accentuated by the 
roundness of both her breasts and her hips. They lay down 
on the bed in each other's arms, talking quietly and 
touching each others breasts and nipples.

"There are a couple of things that you should experience 
that I think you'd like." said Kristal.

"I trust you"

"Come with me, you should call your mother and tell her 
that you're having lunch here. The first experience is to 
phone her while we are together on the sofa."

"I'll never be able to talk to her! I'd laugh or won't be 
able to think of the words" protested Lauren.

"You'll be fine. We'll just be cuddling. And you won't 
phone her until you're know you're ready"

They moved from the bedroom over to the sofa, both naked. 
Kristal carried the phone and set it down on the coffee 
table. Kristal then climbed up onto the arm of the sofa, 
placing one leg along the back and the other wide in the 
direction of the arm, giving Lauren a glorious view of her 
delicate pink lips and her budding clitoris, surrounded by 
her neatly trimmed pubic hair. Lauren sat on the sofa and 
leaned back on her leg, looking at the lovely site. She 
reached for the phone and stared at the device.

"You won't say anything?"

"No. But try picking it up and coming over here" suggested 
Kristal. 

She obeyed, her head moving closer to Kristal's sex. "Now 
lick me, and try listening to the phone" Lauren again 
obeyed, her tongue running along the top of her pussy and 
up and down the outer lips, lapping at the sticky 
lubrication that issued from her slit. She dropped 
the phone and flicked at the pale pink bud of her clitoris. 

"No, keep listening and talking!"

After several minutes, both Lauren and Kristal had the 
courage to proceed. Lauren dialed and was taken off guard 
when it was answered almost immediately.

"Hi, it's me" said Lauren, returning in between Kristal's 
legs. She felt Kristal's hands on the back of her head 
pulling her into her vagina and the slipperiness of her sex 
again brought back deeply engraved memories of their last 
loving afternoon. Lauren paused, listening to her mother.

"It's fine, looks great. I think I'll have lunch here, is 
that OK?" Lauren ran her tongue along the left-hand side of 
the hood that covered her clitoris, round the bottom and up 
the right-hand side, slowly and surely, gaining in 
confidence as she listened to her mother talk about her 
visit to the supermarket in Thun.

"OK, see you later. Mmm, OK, bye." Lauren replaced the 
phone and as Kristal gently lifted her head up to her 
breasts. "God, that was so naughty!"

"You did well. It's exciting, isn't it, and it's something 
completely new? The next thing is to have lunch."

"That's not really new" 

"It is if you're almost naked, outdoors! Come on, help me 
in the kitchen. You can dress in your new undies, and I'll 
put on some of mine."

Lauren stared at her and realised she was serious as they 
moved into the kitchen. Kristal pulled out various cold 
meats from the fridge along with some lettuce, onions and 
other vegetables. Lauren chopped the tomatoes and lettuce 
into a bowl while Kristal stood behind her, breathing hard 
on her neck. Lauren giggled, shrugging her off, but Kristal 
continued, her right hand traveling slowly round her hip 
and down between her legs, while the hot breath turned into 
light kisses over her neck and shoulder.

"Stop it!" she laughed, unable to stand still.

"Hey, want some wine?"

"Just a little, a really small glass, please"

With lunch prepared, Kristal led Lauren out onto the patio 
to arrange the food. The patio area, Lauren was pleased to 
see, was very secluded, sheltered from prying eyes by tall 
conifers, the mountain and the house itself. She relaxed 
and positioned the two bench seats either side of the 
square table. The sun shone brilliantly in the sky, 
reflecting off the white table cloth into her eyes. The 
heat on the patio was intense with the lack of any breeze, 
the silence broken only by the sounds from the kitchen and 
the occasional bird.

"Come on, let's change!" shouted Kristal.

Lauren followed her into the bedroom, bringing her present 
with her as she again watched the shapely tanned legs of 
Kristal, excitement squirting through every vein as she 
caught glimpses of her vagina and the thin mat of hair. 

Lauren borrowed a pair of silvery grey stockings from 
Kristal, and dressed quickly, sitting on the edge of the 
bed to roll them up her legs. Kristal dressed just as 
quickly, and the two girls turned to each other. Kristal 
was dressed in a small low cut bra which just covered her 
nipples but certainly made no attempt at covering the 
majority of her breasts. The knickers were deeply cut, with 
high sides and a low front the allowed a few wisps of hair 
to escape over the waistband. Lauren had a slightly more 
traditional cut of style, her little breasts filling the 
small cups of the bra, while her knickers looked petite but 
in proportion to her legs and bottom.

The most wonderful part about the sight of the two girls in 
the bedroom was their sheer stockings, held up by exquisite 
suspender belts, accentuating the shape of their legs which 
had already been greatly enhanced by the heels on their 
feet. Lauren could see the slight bulge of the cheeks of 
Kristal's bottom, outlined by the edge of her knickers, and 
longed to take them in her hand and caress every wonderful 
inch. They both looked beautiful, especially Lauren, who 
mixed opulence in her underwear with the innocence of her 
little schoolgirl demeanor. 

Kristal led the way out onto the patio. "It's probably a 
good idea to wear your shoes now, just in case they need 
breaking in a bit." said Kristal.

"Are you sure you can't be seen out here?" asked Lauren.

"Sure, look at all the trees." She stared up at the 
mountain that rose steeply from the end of her garden. "I 
suppose if someone way up there had a telescope they could 
see something, but they would have fallen off the mountain 
long ago with the things that have happened here!"

As the lunch progressed and the wine took it's natural 
effect, so the body language became more open, the 
conversation more uninhibited as the sexuality of both 
girls became more aroused. By the end of the meal, the 
girls were facing each other, each with a leg along the 
bench seat and the other on the floor as they leaned on the 
table, replete from the meal and content with their 
surroundings. Lauren felt slightly sleepy as the effect of 
the wine, sun and food combined together. She supported her 
head with her hand, and then lay her head on her arm, all 
the while continuing a dreamy conversation with Kristal.

"I bet you'll always remember your first time with a boy. 
You'll remember just as his cock touched you, poised at the 
entrance to your pussy. I think that's the bit I remember" 
said Kristal.

"I do, it was in the bath. I hadn't really planned it, but 
it seemed so right, you know?" said Lauren. She listened to 
herself talking, slowly thinking about the words that she 
was speaking, wondering how on earth she could be saying 
such things. Her heart beat wildly as she realised she was 
only a couple of sentences away from revealing the identity 
of her first love, and that was something she knew she 
could not do. Like an airplane diving out of control, she 
struggled to pull up and turn the conversation onto a 
different track. "Even better was when I first came, I 
think" 

"Did you do it yourself?" asked Kristal.

"No, a friend from school. I thought I was going to be 
sick, or something had gone really wrong with me, you 
know?"

"Lucky boy, eh?"

"It was a girl, actually."

"Oh, tell me all about it. I wish I had first come at the 
hands of a girl!"

And so Lauren related most of the story, including the 
chewing gum, shaving and the encore she had received from 
Nikki afterwards. After almost five minutes, while Kristal 
sat and listened in awe as the plot unfolded, Lauren 
realised that they had both unconsciously moved closer to 
each other, touching each other's tanned bodies 
occasionally as the story had its effect.

"I want to do it for you this time, please?" asked Lauren, 
stroking Kristal's leg.

"I'd love that. You're in charge. Just tell me what to do"

"Maybe if you lie all along the sofa the I can kneel on the 
cushion" replied Lauren, positioning herself at Kristal's 
thighs. She saw the rounded breasts straining against the 
bra even as Kristal lay on her back. Lauren's eyes feasted 
their way down over the flatness of her stomach to the 
slight mound that marked the beginning of her vagina. 

She realised that there really was something sexy in 
wearing stockings. Perhaps, she thought, it was just the 
gap between the stocking tops and knickers that leant 
itself to exploration. She ran her young hand over 
Kristal's face, introducing a finger into her mouth for 
Kristal to suck. She explored further, slowly trailing her 
fingers down to her breasts, pausing briefly to pinch a 
nipple through her bra before continuing, downwards, over 
her knickers and the wetness of her expectant pussy.

Lauren pulled Kristal's right leg towards her, leaning over 
her so that she could see the indentation in her damp 
knickers as the material disappeared between her lips. She 
reached underneath her bottom and pulled at the waistband, 
exposing the wisps of hair as her underwear reached her 
knees. Lauren saw her widely parted lips, the pink folds 
wet and inviting as the sweet smell of sex wafted up, 
stoking her craving for the girl. Lauren undid her own bra 
before leaning over Kristal to offer her right nipple to 
her mouth. Kristal complied, shifting her left leg over the 
edge of the sofa and ensuring that Lauren had a better view 
of her sex.

"God, you're so wet" said Lauren, almost to herself.

"I know, last time you were here I was almost the same. I 
orgasmed twice within ten minutes of you leaving."

"I'm sorry, make sure I do it right today?" she asked.

"You don't need teaching. Perhaps we should put the 
cushions on the ground, it might be more comfortable"

They rearranged the furniture and Lauren resumed her 
kissing, working her way down between her legs within 
minutes. Kristal was obviously well on the way, and Lauren 
took the hint to remove her knickers for her. Kristal's 
pussy was more than ready, the trickle of natural oils 
clearly visible until Lauren's tongue lapped them up as it 
passed over her lips on the way to her anus. Kristal 
moaned, a pained expression on her face as her fingernails 
dug into the cushions either side of her head. 

Lauren rested on her left thigh and pushed the right one 
away from her, opening her up even further as she shifted 
around, positioning herself to straddle her face. Kristal 
took hold of Lauren's knickers and roughly pulled them 
downwards to her knees, exposing most of her bottom and 
pussy, and then pulled off her own bra, revealing her 
hardened nipples which stood out from her breasts, aching 
for the soothing action of the palm of her hand.

"Lori, my sweet, if there's anything you don't like then 
just move away or tell me to stop. You know I'm almost 
there?"

"Mmm, don't worry!"

With her knickers just above her knees, she swung over 
Kristal's head to squat a few inches from her mouth and hot 
little tongue, while she hardly missed a beat with her own, 
gently probing around Kristal's clitoris, teasing the hood 
and lapping at the intricate folds of skin that had 
welcomed both men and women alike. Lauren felt the warm 
breath on her vagina as Kristal strained her head to get 
closer, eventually shuffling further down so that her 
tongue could start licking her anus. 

Lauren replied by pushing her tongue hard into Kristal's 
vagina, feeling the walls gripping it as another measure of 
her juices flooded over her tongue. Lauren used her fingers 
to rub Kristal's clitoris, tweaking it gently to bring it 
into the open before beginning a slow, sure circular motion 
that made Kristal noticeably quiver.

"God, that's it. Oh Lori, yes..."

Lauren felt the tongue that had been toying with her anus 
and the entrance to her vagina move way down her inner 
thighs and then return, suddenly, to probe deep into her 
anus. Kristal grabbed her hips and pulled her towards her 
mouth, forcing the tongue between the powerful muscles of 
her little hole. Lauren delighted in the feeling, bringing 
her own hands down towards Kristal's bottom and pushing a 
finger into her anus, well past the first knuckle. She left 
it there as she licked up and down the pink lips, lapping 
at the folds of skin as Kristal raised her hips to meet 
her. 

Undeterred, she continued to lick as the tongue pressed 
deep into her own anus, and the bucking hips spread the 
wonderful scent over her face and into her hair. The 
regularity of Kristal's hips stopped as she lost control 
and frantically pulled Lauren against her mouth, whimpering 
as she convulsed uncontrollably. 

Lauren felt Kristal's anus contracting rhythmically around 
her finger, giving her a sense of when she could slow down 
the licking of her clitoris and gently suck at the little 
pink bud instead. To Lauren's surprise, Kristal continued 
to hold tightly to her hips and began pushing her tongue 
deeper and deeper into her anus. Lauren responded, pushing 
her finger as far as it would go into Kristal, making 
Kristal bring her legs up around Lauren's neck and grip her 
with such force that she had difficulty breathing. Kristal 
came again, this time laughing slightly like a child as she 
lost control. Lauren could feel her finger being gripped 
tightly by the smooth tube of muscles and pushed her hips 
back a little to ensure maximum contact between her pussy 
and Kristal's face.

Kristal slowly relaxed, her feet resting back on the 
cushion as her orgasm subsided. Lauren lazily withdrew her 
finger from the grip of the girl's bottom, causing Kristal 
to moan in pleasure. She turned round to lay alongside 
Kristal, pushing her left hand under her head as the two 
girls embraced, their wet lips with traces of each other's 
sex mixing lovingly together. Lauren lay back and looked up 
at the sky, squinting as the afternoon sun shone down over 
her naked form. She bent her left leg, and ran her hand 
over her pussy, pleased to feel how wet and how exposed the 
inner lips were from all the attention they had received.

"I just loved that, my dear." said Kristal, hugging Lauren 
to her chest and cradling her head.

"I felt you come. That was really great, to actually feel 
you coming, you know." said Lauren, staring at Kristal's 
nipple as she rubbed it gently. Her tongue flicked it, and 
again. Several minutes past as they remained together, 
caressing and savouring their love-making efforts.

"Wait here, I want to get something." said Kristal, walking 
into the house. Lauren stretched out on the cushions, 
reaching above her as she yawned, twitching her toes as she 
exercised her muscles. Kristal returned and sat behind her 
head with her knees either side of her face. Lauren looked 
up to see her two large breasts, a broad smile in between.

"Stay there." said Kristal, leaning down to kiss her lips 
and around her neck, caressing her face with her hands. As 
she moved lower down, Lauren saw the sopping wet vagina of 
her lover, the lips now parted slightly less, but still 
causing a thrill to run through her body in anticipation. 
The kissing intensified as Kristal moved lower, her 
stockings now either side of Lauren's head and the smell of 
her cum heavy in her nostrils. 

Lauren looked to her right, finding bare skin between the 
lace tops of Kristal's stockings and her pussy, and ran her 
tongue as high as she could towards the waiting pink lips. 
Kristal moved lower, hooking Lauren's legs behind her 
elbows to give her mouth as much room as possible to nip 
her little bud between her lips and send her stomach 
muscles into ripples of pleasure. The tongue then lapped 
slowly around the folds of flesh, teasing her clitoris, 
poking it back under cover of the skin so that it could re-
emerge yet again to be licked. 

Lauren thrilled at the sensation, pushing her hips 
backwards to greet the source of pleasure. She felt 
Kristal's fingers now lightly brushing over her lips, down 
to her anus, taking with them the oily secretions that 
flowed freely and naturally from within her young body.
Lauren then sensed a finger, running around her bottom, 
focusing slowly on the little hole that had brought such a 
different and deep sensation. 

She prayed that Kristal would push her finger into her, and 
made a shrill squeak as indeed she felt her pushing against 
the tight muscle and while another hand started to massage 
her clitoris. What came next was a complete surprise, as a 
gentle humming noise greeted her and the finger was 
replaced by a harder object. Lauren tensed at the firmer 
intrusion.

"Hey, it's OK. Relax." whispered Kristal.

Lauren gripped the cushions as she felt her insides 
complaining about the vibrating shaft, her anal muscles 
stretched way beyond anything they had ever experienced. 
The shaft withdrew slowly, leaving a warm glow and turning 
her thoughts from fear to anxiety that the tool might never 
return. Then she felt the vibrations around her clitoris, 
and to her astonishment her orgasm started to build at such 
a rate that she feared something had gone wrong inside her. 

Her thighs shook as her anus pulsed seemingly in time with 
the vibrations. Kristal was obviously in tune with her 
progress, running the tool down towards her vagina and into 
the opening, while her tongue found her clitoris and licked 
rapidly. Kristal pushed harder, introducing several inches 
of the throbbing shaft that were immediately gripped by 
Lauren's beautiful tunnel. Lauren grabbed Kristal's bottom, 
pulling her on top of her mouth and not caring if she stuck 
her tongue into her anus or pussy, anything to reward her 
for the orgasm that was about to break inside her.

Kristal transferred the vibrator from Lauren's wet pussy 
into her anus, pushing firmly as it disappeared a couple of 
inches inside her. 

Lauren gasped at the deep sensation, and as Kristal's 
tongue thrust deep into her vagina, she felt her orgasm 
grow from deep inside her, gather strength around her 
vagina and radiate throughout her body as she froze, 
speechless, her nose buried inside Kristal's vagina. She 
remained motionless, thinking of nothing, for what seemed 
like minutes as her senses refused to tell her anything 
except that she was floating, swimming in pleasure and 
ecstasy. 

Kristal removed the vibrator and lay on her side, her head 
resting on Lauren's right thigh so that she could see her 
wet vagina and kiss her gently as she returned from her 
journey in fantasyland. They lay together for several 
minutes, soaking up the warm sun. Lauren realised that 
Kristal was still lying on her thigh, and closed her legs 
slightly to trap her head between them, while staring up at 
the sky and rugged mountain range, a smile flitting across 
her lips.

"I just want to sleep!" said Lauren, squeezing her legs 
together. She heard Kristal chuckle and felt her pretend to 
be trapped as she struggled to get free. A cloud moved out 
from behind the mountain, blotting out the sun and giving 
Lauren goose pimples on her arms.

"Come on then, let's go inside. I could do with a little 
snooze as well, just for an hour, eh?"

They left the patio and both entered the bedroom, Kristal 
climbing into her bed, still naked except for her 
stockings. She beckoned to Lauren who stood beside the bed, 
patting the bed. Lauren thought about getting her knickers 
but decided that it hardly mattered anymore. She clambered 
in and snuggled up with her back to Kristal, fitting 
against her securely and pleased that Kristal had her arm 
around her, her right hand covering her left breast. Within 
minutes the two girls were asleep. There was silence for 
the next hour, except for the regular breathing of the 
girls, the clunk of the answerphone working on Kristal's 
business line, and a whirring noise for a couple of minutes 
from Kristal's stereo and VCR unit in the lounge.


Chapter 23

Thursday 6th August

Her mother had been taking extra interest in both her 
children during the summer vacation, pleased to see the way 
they were developing as young adults, constantly on the 
watch however for any untoward signs of drink or drugs. She 
had been put on her mettle by their neighbour, Celestine 
Renzer, who had experienced the growing pains of similarly 
aged children relatively recently - not of her own children 
she had hastened to add - and was therefore able to offer 
some depressing anecdotes.

It was during one of these lectures that they had been 
invited round to a barbecue the following weekend. Mr. and 
Mrs. Renzer had moved in only recently, and due to school 
commitments and other social duties, the families had been 
able to exchange only the most cursory of pleasantries. 
Mrs. Renzer had insisted that the children should use their 
pool whenever they wished - although there was a 
fundamental understanding that this was not expected to be 
taken up.

Once again, on Thursday morning Lauren was delighted when 
Jim rang her, and asked her if she would like to go up into 
the mountains one day, maybe have lunch at one of the 
mountain restaurants that were accessible by cable car. She 
promised to call him back after she had had a talk with her 
mother. She knew full well that she would not really mind, 
as long as it was daylight and that she knew where they 
were going.

"Why don't you ask him to meet you here? Then I can see him 
and get to know him as well?" suggested her mother.

"Oh Mum, do I have to?"

"No, you don't have to. I just thought he might like to see 
where you live and know a little more about you.

"Well, I'll see. When?"

"Anytime. Ask him if he would like to come to lunch 
tomorrow. Then you could both go off for the afternoon and 
have tea somewhere." 

Lauren went back into the lounge and asked him if this was 
alright. He readily agreed, saying that he would really 
like to know where she lived and looked forward to meeting 
her parents, a reaction that Lauren found surprising. 

"He said OK."

"Tomorrow?"

"Yeah, about midday"

Lauren went into bustle-mode, running round the house, 
ironing clothes and tidying her bedroom, an activity that 
her mother found amusing in itself.

That night, as Lauren lay in bed and looked through her 
bedroom window at the moon shining between the mountains, 
she tried to visualise how the next day might be. She ran 
through the introductions she would perform after meeting 
him at the bus stop, where they could go to have lunch, and 
what they might do together during the afternoon. Her ideal 
afternoon would be alone with him, talking about his 
friends and finding out about his home and family. Perhaps 
they would walk up the road to the tracks into the 
mountains, even take a cable car to one of the restaurants 
as her mother had suggested.

As her dreams grew increasingly elaborate so they became 
more romantic. Her lips revealed a gentle smile as she 
pulled the sheet up to her chin, turning onto her side to 
stare out at the giant white circle in the black sky. She 
thought back to their last meeting, and how they had made 
love on the floor of the studio. 

In hindsight, she found it difficult to understand how she 
could have done it when she had only known him for a few 
hours. They hadn't even bothered with mild petting or any 
of the other foreplay that was the staple diet of school 
gossip. She recalled his size. She was sure that Jim was 
bigger than Mike, but also considered each occasion as a 
separate experience that maybe wasn't meant to be compared.

Her thoughts moved on to Kristal and Nikki. Then back to 
the school showers and the chewing gum, with Nikki's 
wonderful help. All this experience in the past few weeks! 
And before that, she had thought that nobody would ever 
want to kiss her, let alone make love to her. 

In fact, she thought, before the shower incident, all she 
had ever done, apart from playing with herself, was to 
compare her breasts with Nikki's the year before. While 
Nikki may have won on size, both their nipples worked well, 
and Lauren was still convinced that hers had the nicer 
shape. As her hands undid the buttons of her pyjama tops, 
she realised that her parents would thrash her senseless 
if they ever found out. She pushed the material to the 
sides, feeling the sheet run against her nipples. She 
brought her right hand out to rub them through the sheet, 
wondering what it would be like to spend the night, a whole 
night, with Jim, waking up in his arms and feeling 
his cock poking in her back as all boys do in the morning. 

The nipples hardened, causing tingling sensations to run 
through her breasts as she rolled onto her back, her left 
hand exploring the elastic in the waistband of her pyjama 
trousers. Using the left hand gave her the feeling that 
someone else was there, exploring, desperate to ravage her 
body and carry her off into the night.


Chapter 24

Her dreams flitted from Jim to her brother, and their one 
and only love making session. She wondered what he was 
doing now, lying in the next room. Perhaps he was also 
staring out of the window, playing with his cock, running 
his hand up and down as he thought of Nikki or even 
herself. A surge of excitement ran through her stomach, 
reaching her vagina at the same time as her hand found the 
beginning of her sex. The little hairs had certainly grown 
back, not completely but enough to allow her to tweak them 
between her fingers. 

Lauren needed satisfaction and debated whether to risk 
going next door to her brother's bedroom and joining him 
for some fun. She looked at the clock beside her bed and 
saw it was past eleven, too late to prowl around the house 
without getting caught. Her middle finger explored the 
crevice between her pussy lips, teasing her clitoris and 
then probing down past her little opening towards her 
bottom. A wonderful idea came to her.

She pushed back the sheets and shrugged off her pyjama 
tops, followed by the trousers, leaving her naked in the 
moonlight. She walked over to her dressing table and took 
her hair brush, checking it's contours and imagining it 
inside her. She compared it's width to Mike and considered 
it quite thin. It was reminiscent of Kristal's vibrator 
although not as long and she giggled to herself as she 
wondered if there was such a thing as a vibrating 
hairbrush. She tip-toed across to the window, and ran her 
hand across her pussy lips, pleased to feel that there was 
the familiar sticky feeling of her inner lips already. She 
brushed the little hairs as though introducing her pussy to 
a new friend and slowly pushed a finger inside herself, 
checking that the handle of the hairbrush was not going to 
be too wide. The thought of someone being able to see a 
naked thirteen-year old in the bedroom window excited her, 
giving her extra impetus as she licked the handle liberally 
and offered it to her pussy.

Very slowly, she pushed it in, finding it difficult and 
somewhat concerning that she could not really tell how far 
it had entered. Her thumb rested halfway along the handle, 
and when she felt it touch her pussy lips, she judged that 
she had entered about two inches. She let the brush squeeze 
out, it's handle slick from her saliva and natural juices. 

Lauren experimented with the angle of the brush as she bent 
slightly in the pale light. Moving in and out was 
difficult, until she realised that by placing one foot on 
her desk, she could have all the room she needed. Steadying 
herself against the wall, she increased the speed of her 
efforts, producing a whole new feeling inside which 
percolated upwards, warming her and causing her stomach to 
flutter. She could feel her orgasm beginning inside her 
vagina, slowly but surely, even though she still had 
concerns about pushing the brush in too far. She pulled it 
out, moved over to her dressing table again and dripped a 
little Baby Oil on the handle. She administered a little 
over her hands and rubbed the lotion over her vagina in 
slow, lazy circles, ensuring that every inch of her sex was 
oiled.

Lauren realised that she would be unable to orgasm standing 
with one foot on her desk, so she lay back on the bed, 
spreading her legs, and parting the lips of her pussy with 
her left hand, as the brush entered again. She moved her 
thumb further down towards the bristles, breathing heavily 
as the remaining few inches disappeared inside her. The oil 
combined with her internal efforts provided a heavenly mix, 
the brush gliding smoothly in and out as her breathing 
increased. She thought of Jim, his kisses through her 
knickers, the exploratory tongue, and the gentle and loving 
way in which he had pushed his massive cock into her. How 
his stroking had built up once she was used to his size, 
and how he had whispered to her as she felt her orgasm 
build. 

Her left hand dropped down to rub her clitoris, massaging 
the oil around the proud little bud, as her thoughts 
returned again to how he first entered her. Her orgasm was 
approaching, her muscles contacting involuntarily as she 
raised her bottom off the bed with her weight on her feet 
and put her left hand underneath her bottom to support 
herself. Her stomach muscles tightened as her thighs pushed 
her body up to meet the thrusting brush. Now past the point 
of no-return, she frantically pushed the brush between her 
legs, oblivious to pain, remembering how as she came with 
Jim, how he had nibbled her ears. The middle finger of her 
left hand found her anus and pushed firmly into the little 
hole The orgasm grabbed her consciousness as she collapsed 
back on the bed with wave after wave of pleasure. She 
pulled her legs tightly together against her chest, leaving 
the brush trapped, protruding behind her as she rolled onto 
her side and buried her face in the pillow. Lauren held the 
brush feebly, moving it sideways as she worshipped the 
intensity of her orgasm.

She lay there for several minutes, toying with the brush, 
before rolling onto her back and slowly extracting it. The 
plastic handle felt slippery to her touch as she explored 
how far the oil had spread over her sex. 

She was interested to feel the oil around her anus and 
rolled the handle of the brush over the little hole, noting 
the different feeling it created. Turning the brush, she 
offered it gently to the entrance, pushing slightly to 
overcome any initial reluctance. It penetrated only half an 
inch before Lauren decided that the handle was spreading 
her muscle uncomfortably and a dull pain threatened to 
protest against the invasion. She dropped the brush and put 
her middle finger against the hole, pushing until it was 
allowed access. A warm surge of pleasure met her finger, 
increasing as she pushed deeper. Lauren felt a mixture of 
revulsion and curiosity as she encountered resistance, then 
satisfaction as she realised that she could push her finger 
no further as her knuckles were against the cheeks of her 
bottom.

She removed her finger and wiped it on her pyjamas as she 
pulled her top back on. Naked from the waist down, she 
pulled the covers over her, leaving the trousers inside the 
bed by her feet. As she curled up on her side, the moon 
disappeared behind the clouds and she slept.


Chapter 25

Friday 7th August

Jim, ever punctual, arrived at eleven fifty, beaming as he 
saw Lauren through the doors of the bus in her pale yellow 
dress and white shoes. Even before the hissing of the 
hydraulics had stopped, he had his arms around her and was 
hugging her such that her feet hardly touched the pavement.
"Oh, I'm so pleased to see you!" he exclaimed.

"Me too! Are you sure you don't mind meeting my Mum?"

"Of course not. Anyway, I want to be able to imagine where 
you are when we talk on the phone." He wore jeans and a 
buttoned blue shirt, obviously ironed that morning, and 
looked even more handsome than she remembered from the last 
time.

They walked hand in hand from the bus stop towards her 
house while Lauren pointed out the few places of interest 
on the way. As they approached her house, a car passed them 
and pulled up outside their new neighbours. Two people got 
out. The first was a pretty oriental woman wearing jeans 
and a T-Shirt, the second a man who was about thirty years 
old, in Lauren's estimation. They both walked up the path 
to the front door, and after a short wait, disappeared 
inside.

"I thought after lunch we could go for a walk up the 
mountains" suggested Lauren.

"Yeah, why not. I've only seen these mountains from my 
side, not from round here."

They entered the kitchen to find her mother checking lunch 
for the one hundredth time that day.

"Hi, you must be Jim!"

"Yes, pleased to meet you. That smells great!"

"Are you hungry?"

"He's always hungry!" said Lauren, watching her mother 
intently for any sign of displeasure.

"Good, well it'll be ready in about ten minutes. It's only 
ham, potatoes with onions and vegetables."

Lauren and Jim sat at the kitchen table, Lauren giggling as 
her mother turned her back.

"Where do you go to school, Jim?" asked her mother.

"In Thun. There's a boys school there. I've been there 
since I was about fourteen"

"That's nice. Do you enjoy it?"

"It's fine. Before that, we were in India where my father 
had to work."

"Really? What does he do?" asked Lauren

"He's a banker. They opened an office in New Delhi and he 
headed one of their departments."

Lauren watched her mother, now sure that Jim had gained her 
approval. His stories about Delhi, the poverty, the history 
of the city as it had moved around over the years and the 
rebuilding of the ancient buildings gave a sense of a 
worldly-wise young man who understood more than many of his 
age. Lauren found herself on the periphery of the 
conversation, unable to contribute, or compete, against the 
tide. But she had the sense to allow them to continue, 
knowing that the more they talked, the more her mother 
would be likely to give a favourable report to her father. 
Increased freedom would be the result.

They enjoyed their lunch in the informal setting of the 
breakfast table, her mother even allowing Lauren to have a 
glass of wine with her lunch. They helped clear the dishes 
only to be shooed away into the lounge as Jim offered to do 
the drying up. Lauren sat in the armchair, as Jim sat near 
her but on the sofa, the regulation 1-meter distance 
between them. Over coffee, the conversation again turned to 
travel, the tourists in Switzerland and the benefit that 
they brought to the economy.

"Let's go for a walk" said Lauren during a pause in the 
conversation.

"OK, where to?"

"Why don't you go for a walk and have tea up in the 
mountains?" suggested her mother, again.

"Come on, let's just go!" said Lauren.

They left, walking separately out onto the road, but 
Lauren's mother was pleased to see through upstairs window 
that they held hands once they thought they were out of 
sight of the house. They passed the neighbours house 
slowly, Lauren anxious that as many people should see as 
possible. Within minutes, however, they had reached the 
track and started the long, slow climb up through the 
trees. Still holding hands, Jim pulled Lauren over rocks, 
steadied her when she wobbled, and generally looked after 
her - even though she had negotiated worse terrain in the 
dark with Nikki, a secret even her brother didn't know and 
counter to all the teaching she had ever received in school 
about mountain safety.

They walked for almost fifteen minutes while the pine trees 
thinned to give way to the tough, weather-beaten grass of 
the mountainside. Jim sat down on the thick grass in a 
clearing, staring down into the valley below while Lauren 
looked for a soft spot and sat down to his right.

"Look, there's your station" she said, pointing to the 
town.

"Oh yes. What a great day!" He paused, looking at Lauren, 
and took her hand in his. "I like your Mum, she seems 
really nice. You're lucky"

"She's OK most of the time. Worries a lot."

"Yeah, so does mine." he said, leaning back on his elbows.

"Why does she worry about you? Do you do naughty things, 
young man?"

"Sometimes, when it feels right"

Lauren leaned over him, pushing him to the ground slowly as 
she closed her eyes and kissed his lips. Her head rested on 
his arm as he pulled her to him, his left hand pushing the 
hair from her face and following it down her back. They 
kissed for several minutes, exploring mouths with their 
tongues, registering new emotions inside themselves as 
their embrace grew more passionate. Jim bent his leg, 
allowing Lauren to push her own between his, immediately 
feeling the hardness of his cock on her thigh. She knew 
there was no chance of making love to him there on the 
mountain and even less back at her house. There was a 
possibility of playing with him and making him come, but 
that would be messy and might make tea in a restaurant 
difficult. As she felt herself growing wet, she wondered if 
it would be possible in a cable car, but she concluded that 
the majority of the cars were attended in the summer, the 
drag lifts not working until the ski season started in late 
November.

Deciding that they were out of luck until they could find 
some privacy, she lay against his chest for a minute, 
listening to the rapid thump of his heart, wondering if 
hers was beating in time.

"Let's walk down the cable car station, it's easy from 
here. Then we can get up to the base station and take 
another to the restaurant."

Jim seemed to understand her need to move on and watched 
her smooth the fabric of her yellow dress down against her 
bare legs. He brushed off the grass that had stuck to his 
jeans, and walked just behind her as they headed towards 
the kiosk, the short queue of people already visible in the 
distance. Lauren was in a playful mood, jumping over the 
little rocks on her way down to the cable car. With gay 
abandon, she turned to smile at Jim but caught her right 
foot in a hole no doubt made by a passing cow. With the 
grace of that same cow, she fell hard onto her shoulder, 
bracing her fall with her hands and narrowly missing a 
rock.

"Ow, shit!" she exclaimed, bouncing on the grass.

"Are you OK?" 

"Great, oh, and I've cut my damn finger." She held it up to 
him for sympathy, and then saw the trickle of blood as it 
reached the palm of her hand. Her eyes glazed over slightly 
as she supported herself with her left hand, her breathing 
increasing in rate as the colour drained from her face. "Oh 
no" she said quietly.

Jim sat down beside her and pulled out a handkerchief, 
wrapped it round her finger and held her against him.
"I need to lie down, I'm sorry," she said, not waiting for 
him to help her. She stared up at the sky as she floated, 
the world spinning slowly as she tasted nothingness in her 
mouth. He squeezed her left hand, reassuring her that he 
was still there. 

Ten minutes passed before she felt it was safe to sit up, 
and another five until she felt that she could continue her 
journey. Jim supported her like an old woman, gently 
nursing her down the slope, guiding her over the grass lest 
she might fall again with the strain of the walk. As they 
tottered round the corner and joined the queue, she was 
delighted to see that not only did the kiosk sell drinks 
and film, it also sold plasters, a choice of three sizes 
being available, hanging up on the wall between the 
cigarettes and Swiss Army knives.

They took their seats in the cable car, the attendant 
slamming the door and banging the pin through the safety 
lock. He thrust the car forward until it caught on the 
overhead cable, lurching backwards and forwards until it 
passed over the first pylon, then settled silently as they 
slowly made their way up. The colour of Lauren's cheeks had 
changed from looking like the tops of the mountains to 
almost her normal tan, giving her confidence that she was 
unlikely to die and had lost no more than a few pints of 
blood. She settled down on the seat, gazing out at the 
world as it slowly passed by, listening to the whirring of 
the pylon wheels as the cable car passed over.

Lauren pressed him for more information about Delhi and his 
experiences, learning of his school days and the legacy of 
the British educational system that was still with the 
Indian education authorities, hangovers from the days of 
the Raj, Eton and Harrow. It was clear that he had been 
bullied, partly because of his poor English, but had 
survived and achieved some success before returning to 
Switzerland.

She sat close to him, watching him speak about his past, 
her hand resting on his leg. She was flattered by the bulge 
in his jeans and wondered if it had gone away even for the 
few minutes when they waited their turn for the cable car. 

She assumed that there was some sort of damp spot in his 
jeans, just as she knew there was in her knickers, 
(requiring a secret rinse in the bathroom when she got 
home, lest her mother might infer anything dirty had 
happened). Occasionally, she would lean forward to kiss 
him, causing him to stop mid-sentence and smile. There was 
little that she could tell him to match his stories or 
experience, and she realised that she had a shallow pool of 
observations to exchange for his. A brief shower engulfed 
the car for almost a minute, sufficient to steam up the 
windows and make it difficult to see into the distance. As 
the clouds parted and hugged the mountain, the terminus 
came into sight. They both stood, waiting for the attendant 
to open the door and hold the car as they alighted on the 
ground.

They walked the short distance to the next station, 
listening to the water dripping from the trees and the 
ever-present tinkle of the cow-bells. The temperature had 
fallen from the seventies in the valley to around forty at 
the higher altitude, the wind also contributing to the 
overall feeling of cool dampness on her clothes.
They caught the second car which took them on a much 
steeper ascent of the mountain, rumbling over the wheels of 
the pylons as they both stared out of the window, watching 
the cloud below and the valley beyond. The cable car 
station was an integral part of the mountain complex, and 
it seemed as they arrived that all signs either pointed to 
the gift shop or the restaurant. They made their way past 
the little boutique and took seats by the window, admiring 
the view as the waiter brought cutlery and a menu. The 
chose a potato pottage, with great hunks of bread, and 
Perrier.

"So, what was so good about India?" asked Lauren, leaning 
on the table.

"Oh, it's just so different. There's a big dividing line 
between the people. Have you heard of their caste system?" 
he asked.

"No, well yes, but I don't know much about it"

"Well, depending on which caste you are born into, you're 
either one of the managers or just a worker, and there are 
grades in between. 

Everyone has their position in life. But the real 
difference between here and there is the poverty. There are 
just so many people there who look thin and underfed. I saw 
the slums in Delhi which just stretch as far as you can 
see. It's weird, in the daytime they look awful, but as it 
gets dark, the little candles in their shacks and under 
the plastic sheets look beautiful."

She smiled at him, impressed that he could convey such 
sensitivity about a difficult subject. Unwittingly, there 
was a gradual change in her relationship with Jim as her 
thoughts about life matured. Whereas she had previously 
needed him, flaunted him and made sure that the world knew 
she had emerged from childhood, she had now embarked on 
that long and sometimes painful road of learning how to 
handle a close relationship with a boy who was a very good 
friend rather than just a playmate. She later realised that 
she should be able to confide in Jim in just the same way 
as she would with Nikki. The mountain air was certainly 
having it's effect, the lack of oxygen at the altitude only 
half the reason that she felt a little light-headed after 
their meal.

As they descended in the cable car, he continued his 
stories, telling of his life in Delhi, their servants, 
cooks, butlers and all the other staff that most of the 
Western employees seemed to have at their disposal. He had 
also been to Katmandu, trekked with his father through the 
foothills of the Himalayas and seen Everest. 

"Hey, did you have a think about doing any more photos? he 
asked.

"Well, I'm not sure. I don't think we should, you know, do 
it there again. Unless there's a bit more privacy, you 
know." she said, looking down at her lap.

"No, I know, it seemed right at the time, and it was so 
good. Perhaps we could stay there the night. Or do you 
think your mum would go mad?" he asked.

"God, she'd throw me out," exclaimed Lauren, open mouthed 
at the suggestion. She paused. "Unless she thought I was 
going to Nikki's. I don't know. I wouldn't mind doing some 
more photos, it really was fun. I'll have a think if you 
ask Marlene to see what she says"

They returned to her house just before six, and sat and 
listened to music in Lauren's bedroom until it was time for 
tea. Lauren introduced Jim to her father when her returned 
from work, and they sat and talked in the lounge, while 
Lauren helped her mother in the kitchen, trying desperately 
to find out what she really thought of him, other than that 
he seemed a really nice boy from a good family.

Lauren went with him in the car to the station, waved good-
bye (after she had given him a little kiss while her 
father's back was turned) and watched the train disappear 
round the corner towards Thun. Back home, she scooted up 
her bedroom and shut the door, flopping onto the bed with a 
broad smile and a growing sense of satisfaction. 

Remembering their embraces on the mountain, she raised her 
bottom and pulled down her knickers. Looking inside, she 
was not very surprised to see a large stain that felt 
sticky as she ran her thumb over it. She went across to the 
bathroom and ran some water into the basin, rubbing the 
fabric to remove the marks. 

Back on her bed, she thought about her day, and how she had 
really wanted to be somewhere private with him. She dreamed 
of all the stories should would be able to tell her 
girlfriends at school once term started again, and how good 
it would feel to be part of that elite club. She also 
thought again about doing another session of photos, and 
decided that she probably would, though she'd talk to Nikki 
about it beforehand to see what she thought. There was a 
gentle knock at her door.

"It's me. How's it going?" asked Mike.

"Hey, great. You can come in if you want. We went up to the 
top restaurant this afternoon for tea. And, I think that 
Mum approves!"

"I talked to her. She thinks he's a `nice boy'!"

"Thank God for that. I think he's wonderful. He's been to 
so many places and knows allsorts of things."

Mike closed the door behind him and sat down on her bed 
beside her, placing his hand on her knee.

"That's good. You'll have so much fun now!"

"Have you been with Nikki today?"

"Yeah, just this morning. Then I went to town to try and 
find some clothes, but no luck."

"You should have taken her with you, she knows everywhere 
there is when it comes to clothes."

"She had other stuff to do" he said, running his hand along 
her leg.

Thoughts raced through her mind. She guessed that while 
Mike might have had sex on his mind all morning at Nikki's 
house, the only reason why that hadn't done it would be 
because it was the wrong time of the month for Nikki. She 
thought that if she just lay there, he would probably run 
his hand up her legs to her pussy which was doubly 
dangerous since their parents were in the house and she had 
no knickers on.

"Are they watching the news on television?" she asked.

"Yeah, it's just started. Same old stuff, that's why I came 
up."

"Lie down. No, the other way round. That's it, now, promise 
to keep quiet?"

"Sure." 

Lauren undid the button on his flies as his head rested 
next to her knees. She could feel the bulge in his 
underpants and looked towards her bedroom door. Through the 
crack she could hear the television and a report about the 
Swiss Government. She could also her parents discussing 
something in the lounge. Lauren grabbed a bunch of tissues 
from her bedside table and pulled his jeans open, giving 
her enough room to drag the underpants down and expose the 
top of his cock. She leant on her right elbow and started 
to rub the tip of his strong cock, noticing that there was 
already a trace of cum glistening on the end.

"Mmm, that's lovely. Lori, you're a great sister, you 
know!"

"Shh!"

She continued to rub, holding the tool in her fist as more 
of it appeared. She lifted her left leg and leaned towards 
him, sure that he wouldn't miss the opportunity of catching 
a glimpse of her damp pussy. Sure enough, his hand moved 
between her thighs, caressing her tanned legs until they 
came to her vagina, where a finger explored her dampness. 

She increased her stroking, feeling his cock bulge in her 
hand, guessing that there was little time until he shot his 
load everywhere. She took the tissues and wrapped them over 
the end of his cock, resuming her pumping as he found her 
clitoris and rubbed it gently. Suddenly, he lifted his hips 
off the bed and jerked convulsively, his cock throbbing 
rhythmically as she felt the warm sticky liquid oozing out 
of the folds of tissue. His orgasm subsided slowly, 
allowing him to lower his bottom back onto the bed. Lauren 
wiped him carefully, wrapped the tissues up into a ball and 
pulled his underpants back up over his flaccid cock.

She gently closed her legs, anxious that he should know 
that there was no requirement for him to reciprocate, and 
sat up, smiling at him.

"Beautiful" he said

"Shh, it's fun. I don't mind now and again."

"I'd better go"

"And I had better have a bath. See you tomorrow. Hey, don't 
forget we're going next door on Saturday!"

"Night!"

"Night." Lauren took off her yellow dress and carefully 
hung it over the back of her seat. Pulling on her dressing 
gown, she made her way to the bathroom, and lay in the hot 
bubbly bath for over forty minutes, dreaming of Jim, Mike, 
and life in general. Eventually, she succumbed to the 
demands of the day, and masturbated with her hair brush, 
substituting soap for the oil. She dressed in fresh 
pyjamas, read for ten minutes, and then slept like a baby.


Chapter 26

Saturday 8th August

On Saturday morning, the whole family trooped round to the 
Renzer's house, knocked on the side gate and went through 
to the back garden singing `yoo-hoo'. Claude Renzer came 
through the large sunroom and out onto the patio to welcome 
them warmly. He was a tall man, thin with greying hair, and 
certainly older than Maurice Gisal. Celestine Renzer, who 
joined him almost immediately, looked radiant, almost too 
well, petite to the extent of being dwarfed by her husband. 
Lauren and Mike looked around after the pleasantries.

"Becky will be down soon, Lauren, she's just finishing off 
some homework. Or that's what she says she's doing!"

They all smiled politely at each other, avoiding eye 
contact as they studied the intricate patterns of the 
stonework. Mike looked up at the bedroom windows 
expectantly. He had caught glimpses of Rebecca and knew she 
had bright red hair, but that was about the limit of his 
knowledge. Unknown to everyone assembled there on the 
patio, she had featured many times in his fantasies between 
his sheets at night, anonymity and ignorance being 
wonderful catalysts in the processes of a fertile 
imagination. He turned to look at the spring board on the 
side of their pool where she had been tied mentally many 
times in the past four weeks since he had been back home 
while he took her from every conceivable angle.

"Hi, sorry, calculus homework. I'm Rebecca!" she said, 
offering her hand to Lauren. The girls smiled warmly and 
Lauren felt the girl's eyes examining her as though she 
might be concealing a weapon behind her back. Her hair was 
a perfect ginger colour, falling straight over her 
shoulders with the slightest curl over her forehead. She 
wore an elegant blouse tied in a knot over her stomach and 
her yellow bikini provided a stark contrast to her bare 
legs, which were as pale as her freckled face.

As Rebecca introduced herself to the remainder of the 
visitors, her brother, Stefan, emerged from the house and 
shook hands with the guests. He was clearly an athlete, 
Lauren feeling a little knot of excitement in her stomach 
as she took his hand to feel his strong grip as his muscles 
flexed. His eyes, she thought, were out of this world. He 
was slightly taller than Mike, but only by a couple of 
inches, and Lauren and Rebecca exchanged glances as it 
became clear that the two boys were obviously going to get 
along very well indeed, needing little introduction before 
they launched into a lively discussion about music.

"Why don't you youngsters play in the pool. You won't be 
able to swim after lunch for a couple of hours while your 
food goes down, so I should do it now." advised Celestine.

The adults took their allotted positions on the patio, 
their view of the pool restricted by the small heathers and 
shrubs of the patio border. Drinks were ordered and brought 
out while huge splashes shot into the air from the water. 
"Stefan is on the school swimming team. He's swum for Thun 
and Zurich in the past, but has to concentrate on his exams 
now. Next year is his last before his finals." said 
Celestine, glowing with pride.

"How old is he, twenty?" asked Maurice Gisal.

"Yes, that's right. Studying to be a surgeon. University is 
only the beginning. Something that he tries to forget, I 
think."

"And what's Rebecca doing, didn't you say something to do 
with computers?" asked Maurice.

"Computer Science at the local sixth form college. Doing 
well."

They all peered through the shrubbery, trying to see who 
was responsible for the splashing. It was clear that Mr. 
and Mrs. Renzer had no worries about the children's safety 
with Stefan in the pool. The small talk continued for a 
while as they discussed places of mutual interest, and it 
seemed likely that they had both had a vacation in Lugano 
during the same two weeks the previous summer. Mr. Renzer 
lit the barbecue at the edge of the patio, allowing the 
charcoal to smoke heavily as heat built up. The smell 
attracted Rebecca and Mike, who came over to see what was 
happening.

"What do you want to do when you leave school, Mike?" asked 
Claude Renzer.

"I'm not sure, I haven't really decided yet. Maybe 
something to do with computers."

"Well, you should ask Rebecca to show you all her 
equipment. 

There's enough upstairs to compete with NASA."

"Want to see?" she asked.

"Er, sure. What, now?" asked Mike.

"Sure, I'll show you Airline 2. Then we can have lunch."
Rebecca hurried him into the house and up to her room. To 
Mike, it was the strangest girl's bedroom he had ever seen 
- even though he could count those he knew on the fingers 
of one hand. Directly in front of the door - so close that 
the door wouldn't open fully - was her small bed. Climbing 
straight over the bed, she led him to her desk along the 
window wall which was packed with screens and keyboards. 

And to the right of the window, all along the wall, was 
what appeared to be a shrine. A table was covered in a 
simple sheet, with a Bible, five unlit candles and a small 
vase of flowers. A number of pamphlets were also on the 
table, and Mike decided that it was best to leave any 
questions until later. Anyway, he was a lot more interested 
in the computers.

"Here's my birthday present, a 486 66Mhz multimedia box. 
This is my old 386, and there's even a 286 stuffed under 
there. Cabling's a bit of a mess! The three screens are 
only used for this simulator. Want to see it?" she asked.

"Oh yeah, I played that once at school last term."

Rebecca peered out of the window, looking around the 
garden, and reached down to the wall to switch on the 
system. Fans whirred into action followed by a number of 
beeps. She sat down at the chair wedged between her bed and 
the table, and brought up the aircraft simulator while Mike 
leaned on the desk to her right, fascinated by the 
technology that this girl had to play with in her bedroom. 

The title sequence in the middle remained while the two 
side screens flicked into life with scenery. She started to 
explain the airport rules, and the joystick controls, 
finally deciding that the easiest way to explain would be 
to take off and let him use the controls.

She took off from Zurich airport, climbed to the right and 
leveled at ten thousand feet, ignoring pleas from Ground 
Control to reduce speed and follow the flight path. She set 
a course for Paris and flicked the autopilot. Mike was 
engrossed, his eyes flicking over from the right hand 
screen, to the middle, then to left, and finally down 
between the buttons of her blouse to her left nipple which 
was just visible above the top of her bikini. He had no 
real idea about her breasts, but knew they were larger than 
Nikki's, and that they seemed to have a different texture. 
He could feel the beginnings of an erection, and brought 
himself back down to earth as she cruised through the 
clouds.

"So, I've got it up then, haven't I?" she asked.

Mike's heart leapt, trying to glean the minutest inflection 
from her voice which would have distinguished her remark 
between a perfectly natural comment and a leading question.

"Beautiful, very graceful"

"Want to try? I'll set it back in Zurich and you can take 
off for Paris like I did."

Mike sat down in front of the screens while Rebecca pressed 
keys until the plane was ready for flight, then took her 
position on the floor by his side, her legs curled up 
underneath.

"Ease the throttle forward and pull back on the column when 
you reach about one hundred and eighty kilometers per hour. 
That's it. Gently, ease it up there. Nice and gently."

Mike found that the plane flew quite easily if you didn't 
make any crazy movements. His heart was beating quickly as 
his eyes scanned the instruments for signs of impending 
doom.

"Don't wander around the sky. Try and keep it straight!"

"I'm trying. It wants to turn."

Rebecca bent down and put her hands on his feet, pushing 
slightly on his right foot to straighten out the aircraft. 
He giggled at her action, feeling her fingers in between 
his toes as she watched the screen. She flexed her back 
from side to side, grimaced a little and moved her hands to 
his knees to continue, brushing her elbow against his damp 
trunks as she made herself comfortable. Mike had no idea 
where he was or what his course was. His cock however knew 
it wanted to go up, and up it went as he sweated, staring 
blindly at the scene in front of him. He could feel Rebecca 
leaning over his thighs, and realised that her breasts were 
rubbing on his right leg. He could even sense her eyes, 
alternately watching the screens and then his trunks. Mike 
frantically tried to think of dying cats or hospitals on 
fire, anything to take his mind off the bulge that now was 
obvious and would have spelled trouble if someone had 
walked in at the time.

Rebecca stood up, went over to the window, and looked out 
over the garden. She sniggered, turned to Mike and motioned 
him to join her. He squeezed over, avoiding any contact 
between her bottom and his bulging trunks. 

"Look, your sister and my brother!" she said, turning to 
make sure he could see.

He looked out towards the pool, where it looked like Stefan 
was teaching Lauren to float on her back.

"So? My sister has a fear of getting her ears wet. It gives 
her headaches." he whispered, unsure who could hear below.

"Yeah, but look where his hands are, and watch your 
sister!"

Mike stared at the two of them as Stefan continued to 
support her bottom with his hand as Lauren floated gently 
on the surface. Slowly it dawned on him that Stefan was 
brushing her breast with his left hand, and judging by the 
way Lauren's legs were parted, it looked like his other 
hand was entertaining her down below. 

"Can't they be seen down there? asked Mike, peering over 
her shoulder.

"No, the patio wall is in the way. We can't be seen up here 
either!" she grinned, pulling him into her bottom. Mike's 
cock burrowed between her legs, resting against her bottom.

"Are you sure?"

"I'll prove it" teased Rebecca, pushing him down onto the 
carpet. "Turn round so your back's against the wall. That's 
it." Rebecca moved towards him as he braced himself against 
the wall below the window. She took his head and pulled him 
into her crotch, pushing his mouth against her bikini which 
now showed the outline of her pussy.

"Hey! Er, just a minute..." mumbled Mike, already finding 
it harder to breath as he lapped at her.

"Take them down and kiss me. And if you stop, I'll scream!" 
she giggled, moving as he dutifully pulled at the sides of 
her bikini. His cock was straining against his trunks but 
happily they afforded him more movement than a normal pair 
of underpants. The damp material also felt sexier in a 
strange way, adding to his increasing sense of pleasure as 
he pulled her panties over her knees and looked up between 
her legs. Even though there was little light down there, he 
knew full well that she had the most glorious ginger pubic 
hair, her little pussy lips spread slightly, confirming 
that she found the episode a pleasure.

To Mike's utter amazement, she leaned out of the window.

"Hey Dad, how's the barbecue going?" she shouted.

"It's fine, love, how's the new pilot?

Mike spluttered, convinced she was going to say something 
that was going to mean trouble. He took stock of the 
situation, searching for an alibi. `I'm sorry, Sir, but my 
tongue got stuck in your daughter', or `I'm just making 
sure that the colour from your daughter's panties hasn't 
marked her skin', or `We thought we'd work up an appetite 
before lunch'. None of these seemed to hold out much hope 
for him.

"He's managing to keep it really straight. See you in half 
an hour?" she asked nonchalantly.

"That should be about right."

She leaned back in, lowering herself so that Mike could 
follow her pussy with his tongue. His head was pushed back 
against the wall as she thrust her body at him, grinding 
her clitoris against his nose as his tongue fought it's way 
between her spreading inner lips. Mike brought his hands up 
to her bottom, holding both cheeks in an effort to spread 
them as well as restrain her movements which were causing 
his head to bang against the wall. His finger traced a line 
from her cheeks down the deep valley and round to her pussy 
lips. He brought his right hand round to the front to ease 
the insertion of a finger into her vagina. As he pushed in 
and withdrew, the muscles in her legs tensed, sending a 
ripple through her body and making her breath out deeply. 
She slowly sank to the floor, making the stroking with his 
fingers difficult.

She sat down in front of him, pulled his lips to hers and 
kissed him. Her hands dropped to his lap as she continued 
to kiss his lips, exploring his teeth with her tongue. She 
found his cock about to burst through his trunks, and 
pulled at the waistband as her head sank to greet it with 
her lips. Mike had never experienced something so sensuous 
and wanted desperately to cry out in pleasure. He looked 
down to see her red head rising and falling slowly as he 
felt his cock disappearing into her mouth.

He put his hands gently on her head by way of thanks, 
encouraging her with every movement of her head. She pulled 
up, shifting so that he could now see his cock as her lips 
engulfed him and watch in awe as her tongue licked around 
the top of him. She slowly pulled his foreskin back, 
revealing the purple head, and lapped at the base of the 
bulb and below as it joined the thick shaft. She lifted her 
head and kissed him on the lips again.

"Rebecca, that's beautiful. But, we, er... we hardly, you 
know. We hardly know each other." he said, as she continued 
to hold his cock.

"Oh, you' be surprised!" she said, a glint in her eye.

"No, I mean you haven't seen me like this before, and it's 
a bit, you know, a bit quick!"

"But that's just it, I have seen this before" she said, 
smiling at him as thoughts raced through his mind.

"What do you mean?"

"In your kitchen!"

"You've never been in it!" he said irritably.

"Ah, but I've seen what goes on in there. Especially at the 
weekend. 

You and your sister seem very close, if you get my 
meaning!"

It took a couple more seconds before the full force of the 
implications really hit him. Mike's mouth opened and closed 
as though trying to form words as he blushed, his cheeks 
turning a deep shade of red as though he had just been 
caught stealing sweets from a child. He tried with 
difficulty to work out how many times he had stood in the 
kitchen with his T-Shirt covering his body, and in 
addition, how many times Lauren had sat on the stool while 
they talked. The scene came flooding back of Lauren and 
Nikki pulling down his trousers and underpants. She looked 
at Mike as though she understood his embarrassment.

"Hey, it's OK, Stefan and I have done it as well, although 
not for a while now. When we were both experimenting we 
used to pretend we were doctors and patients. That led to 
some great times!"

"Lauren usually just watches, while I, you know, play with 
her friend." said Mike, watching the hand on his cock 
resume it's movement.

"That's nice. I like it when someone watches." She paused, 
looking down at her hand. "I like your cock, it's a nice 
shape. My parents'll be going out later so we can play some 
more. What about in the pool?" asked Rebecca in the same 
voice she might have used to ask in the supermarket for a 
kilo of sausages.

Mike looked around the room, feeling an internal tingle as 
a dribble of cum made it's way to the top of his cock. He 
noticed again the sort of altar or shrine that Rebecca had 
against the other wall, and saw the pictures and next to a 
five-sided star.

"That's my religion. I belong to a local church known as 
the Residualists. There is an element of Buddhism, but 
mainly it follows the teachings of the Bible." said 
Rebecca, holding his cock with both hands.

"How can you be religious?" asked Mike, raising his 
eyebrows and smiling.

"Oh it's easy. The Buddhist element we follow teaches us to 
relax, and to accept things for what they are and the 
future for what it holds. The Christian element allows them 
to analyse the Bible for the path to happiness. All 
behaviour is accepted because it is inevitable, pre-
ordained. It's fate." she said proudly.


Chapter 27

"So you can do what you like?"

"Within reason. You can't kill anyone, of course! But a lot 
of the teachings of the church show us that sex is part of 
life and therefore to be enjoyed as part of the church."

"What do your parents think about all this?

"They don't know too much about it, except that I go off 
every Sunday for a few hours. Also they know I'm being 
accepted into the upper church in about two weeks time, but 
I know they won't come along." She got up, pulling Mike up 
by the arm. "Hey, we'd better stop. I don't want to waste 
all that cum in here when I can feel it inside me in a 
couple of hours time!" she said, causing Mike's cock to 
throb painfully.

Mike picked up her bikini bottoms as she sat back down on 
the bed. She giggled as she rolled back to give him a 
perfect view of her ginger hair and her enlarged, damp 
pussy.

"Kiss me there, one more time?" she asked.

Mike pushed her left leg and gave himself ample room to 
lick along her thigh and over her pubic hair, running his 
tongue through her curls and down along the lips of her 
pussy. She moved her leg back, making it easy for Mike to 
get each leg into the correct bikini hole as he covered her 
up.

"Now, we'd better wait a bit until this goes down" she 
said, popping his cock back into his trunks and putting him 
back in the pilot's seat. Mike felt a little disappointed, 
but thought that this was so unexpected that he had no 
reason to complain, and even less after the promise she had 
made about the fun they might have after her parents leave.

After flying the simulator for a few minutes, Mike returned 
to normal but was slightly concerned, as they went 
downstairs, that he might spring into life when he saw his 
sister. However, he thought no more about it once he began 
talking to Rebecca's mother about school, careers and the 
holidays. The parents seemed to have found plenty to talk 
about, and would have continued talking until sunset had it 
not been for their respective duties for the remainder of 
the afternoon.

"You children can stay and play in the pool while we're 
out. There's some more food in the `fridge if you're 
hungry, but do please clean up after you." said Mr. Renzer, 
piling plates on top one another as she tidied up the table 
on the patio.

"Yes, stay for the afternoon if you like. We'll be at Aunt 
Francie's but we'll be back at about nine." said Lauren's 
father.

"OK, we'll be good, Daddy!" said Lauren in a baby voice.

"Hey, want to play a game? We can sit out here and get some 
sun at the same time. What about Monopoly?" asked Stefan, 
already leaving to go into the house.

And so as their parents left to attend to their separate 
duties, the children occupied the patio table and set up 
the game. Stefan acted as waiter, pleased that both Lauren 
and Mike agreed to his suggestion that they should all 
drink a mixture of white wine and lemonade, with plenty of 
ice, while they played. The big chairs were covered by blue 
and white striped cushions, allowing Lauren to put her legs 
over the arm and get comfortable as Stefan distributed the 
money - with a bit extra just for her. Lauren was pleased 
to note that she was sitting between Rebecca and Stefan, 
with the sun shining directly onto her front.

Once the game was under way, Lauren looked more closely at 
Stefan, remembering the feel of his cock in the water, and 
the expert touch of his finger between her legs as he so 
innocently taught her how to float on her back. He seemed 
to assume that she would not object to the presence of his 
hand. In fact, he had shown very little caution before 
touching her and rubbing his thumb over her vagina 
underneath her black bikini. She had hated the garment last 
year, but was having second thoughts now. Perhaps it would 
be a waste to throw it away - unless she could beg or 
borrow one from Marlene one day. Her thoughts wandered as 
she recalled her passionate encounter with Jim. It was just 
so big, and so painful as he....

"Hey, your go. You need a nine to land on me." said Stefan, 
handing her the dice. She shook it quickly and rolled them 
across the board.

"Five, I'll buy it. I like the stations" said Lauren, 
handing the notes to Stefan.

Their game continued, each player building up their 
property holding as they watched their opponents intently. 
Rebecca was in a jubilant mood, making jokes about anything 
and everything as she succumbed to the white wine.

"Hey, did you enjoy your swim before lunch, Lauren?" she 
asked.

"Fine, Stefan was teaching me how to float, you know."

"Oh, we know, we saw you, didn't we Mike?" she said with 
heavy innuendo.

Mike was silent, pretending not to hear properly due to his 
concentration on the game.

"Come on Mike, we saw them didn't we? Or couldn't you see 
from where you were?"

"I thought you were sitting on the patio right here?" asked 
Lauren, looking alternately at the boys.

"No, I played with Rebecca's computer."

"You played with me as well. He had no trouble keeping it 
straight, you know!" teased Rebecca.

"Hey, you lot, let's be honest about this!" said Stefan, 
controlling the conversation. "Lauren, Mike, we've seen you 
in your kitchen a few times. We were like you a few years 
ago. There's nothing to be worried about - we won't say 
anything. Lauren, you're a beautiful girl!" he said, 
patting her hand.

Lauren smiled, feeling that she needed a compliment. Now 
she cast her mind back, she had seen the curtain in their 
bathroom move slightly now and again, but had never 
actually seen anyone. 

"And so is your friend, what's her name?" asked Rebecca.

"Nikki"

"Our parents would kill us if they knew what we done in the 
past" smiled Rebecca. "There was one time that Stefan tied 
me up really well with ropes so that my hands were behind 
my back and my knees up against my chest. He had me on his 
bed..."

"Becky, it was on your bed, otherwise there really would 
have been some explaining..." interjected Stefan.

"Oh yes, on my bed, and he was pumping me quite quickly 
when we heard my mother open the front door." laughed 
Rebecca.

"Oh God, what happened?" asked Mike, feeling his cock 
swelling.

"Well, Stefan pulled his underpants back on lightning fast. 
I was struggling to get free but he'd done such a good job 
that even Houdini wouldn't have got out!"

"I bet you Mum was mad!"

"Well, big brother here picked me up and put me to bed. 

Then he ran downstairs to tell Mum that I wasn't feeling 
too well and had gone to bed!"

"Brilliant!" shouted Lauren gleefully.

"Not that clever. She came upstairs, sat on my bed and took 
my temperature. She wanted to take my pulse but I managed 
to convince her that I just needed sleep. Anyway, I was so 
hot, dying for it as she left, and couldn't get even one 
finger between my legs!"

"She had to stay in bed for the rest of the day to make it 
look right!" said Stefan. "I sneaked in now and again, 
putting my hands under the cover to try and get the ropes 
off."

"After a while I told him to forget the ropes and get his 
fingers into me. God, I remember how wicked that felt!"
"Roughly the same thing happened to us." said Mike, warming 
to the idea.

"Oh, Mike" complained Lauren, uncomfortable with the 
thought of revealing their intimacies.

"Lauren! said Rebecca, "we've probably done exactly the 
same things as you have. Don't worry!" Rebecca touched her 
feet as they hung over the side of the chair to provide 
reassurance.

"Yeah, we were watching a film when our father returned to 
pick up some stuff. We couldn't get upstairs in time and 
had to hide behind the sofa."

"Naked? How many of you?" asked Stefan.

"Three, me, Lori and Nikki. Luckily he didn't come into the 
lounge, just wanted some stuff from the kitchen."

"I love it when there's a little bit of danger involved. I 
tingle all through. Lauren, don't you find it makes you 
wetter than normal?" asked Rebecca.

"I don't know really." she said, fascinated by the 
conversation but so reluctant to share her feelings with 
people who were really strangers.

"Oh, Lauren, what about when we were in the pool? I know 
you enjoyed that. I could feel it!" said Stefan, smiling 
kindly at her. "In fact, I can still taste it" he said, 
licking his fingers.

Lauren appeared to start to reply when she simply inhaled 
slowly, dreamily, as eyes closed slightly. It was indeed a 
wicked thing to do, floating in a pool thirty feet from her 
parents as a boy ran his hand over her vagina. To think 
that her father or mother only had to stand up to see what 
they were doing. They would have gone bezerk. She recalled 
that her brother had already been upstairs with Rebecca and 
had wasted no time in entertaining her, although it may 
have been the other way round, she felt, with the open 
approach to sex that Rebecca seemed to prefer. She smiled.

"I did enjoy it, Stefan. You're very good at it." Inwardly, 
she breathed a sigh of relief, pleased with herself that 
she had been able to communicate her feelings.

"I think the rule should be that we should only talk about 
boys, girls and sex while we play this game. And of course 
I get to have the winner!" said Rebecca.

"What if it's Lauren?" asked Stefan.

"That's fine! And if I win, you'll just have to watch me do 
myself!" she said, laughing as she threw the dice.

The game continued, the conversation alternating between 
the inevitable accusations of cheating and the even more 
inevitable stories of sex, often embroidered by Rebecca as 
she stood up to provide emphasis and acted out the scenes 
to everyone's amusement. It was clear that she had an eye 
for people's desires and fetishes, and could convey them in 
a very amusing and effective way with her facial 
expressions and earthy humor. Lauren and Mike liked her, 
their laughter growing with the intoxicating effect of the 
stories, the sun and the wine. Stefan had heard much of it 
before, but obviously had forgotten many of the episodes. 

Rebecca had few scruples about portraying scenes of 
indecency, running her hands over her breasts and between 
her legs for emphasis as required.

"And then there was the time" giggled Rebecca, "that I was 
sitting with my boyfriend at the back of the bus coming 
back from Thun. He dared me to take off my knickers, which 
of course I did as the bus was empty, and I put them in my 
pocket. Then he dared me to sit on his cock. I thought he 
would chicken out, but he pulled out his thing and I had to 
sit on it."

"Didn't anyone notice?" laughed Lauren, her throat hurting 
now.

"Well, not to start with, but the bus became really busy, 
and by the time we decided that we'd better stop, there was 
always someone looking. Then the worst thing happened! An 
old lady sat on the seat next to us and tut-tutted at us 
for cuddling on the bus. The bus bumped along the road as 
it went up into the hills, and I turned to see the look on 
his face as he realised he was going to come! It shot into 
me, dribbling out and over his balls, into his trousers. We 
had to stay on the bus until the lady left, and then 
quickly get cleaned up. Of course we had gone much too far 
and had to get the next bus back!"

Rebecca turned to Mike, pleased that she had such an 
appreciative audience for a change.

"Hey, I like the look of that, Mike. Can I play too?" she 
asked, leaning forward over the table so that the others 
could see down her bikini top. She ran her hand over the 
bulge in Mike's trunks, noting that it was well on the way 
to becoming as stiff as before. "Hey, I'm hot. Does anyone 
mind if I take my top off?" asked Rebecca, looking mainly 
at Lauren.

"No, I think in a few drinks time I might just do the 
same!" replied. 

Lauren, her hand moving up and down her thigh as she leaned 
back and looked round at Stefan. He picked up the wine 
bottle and stood up to fill her glass. She noticed that he 
too had a bulge in his trunks. She realised - as her mind 
tried to visualise the shape of him underneath - that she 
had already drunk plenty of wine, and felt bold enough to 
follow Rebecca's lead. She reached up as she leaned back on 
the arm of the chair and took hold of his concealed weapon, 
causing him to knock the bottle against her glass. Rebecca 
smiled as she looked at Mike.

"Please?" she asked.

Mike reached over and undid the clip on the back of her 
bikini, watching as the straps pinged apart. Her skin was 
so pale compared to the others and almost matched the white 
of the patio table. She leaned back into the chair as her 
breasts revealed their true shape. They were certainly 
large, but not very firm, although to Mike they looked very 
grown-up and sexy. She reached behind the chair and clicked 
the back of the seat down a few notches, reclining it 
almost flat. Stefan cleared away the game from the table 
and made space for the next round of entertainment. 

Lauren helped him put the money and cards into the box, and 
stood in front of him, her back to the table. She saw Mike 
kneel between Rebecca's legs, as she pulled her man closer 
towards her, feeling the stiff arrogance of his cock 
pressing against her stomach.

Lauren's hand threaded its way under his trunks and into 
the large tent created by his cock against the material. 
She held his balls in her right hand, squeezing gently as 
she had done previously in the pool. He pulled her up so 
that as she stood on tiptoes, he kissed her lips while she 
put her arms around his neck. His warm hands touched her 
breasts through her top, causing the little nipples to 
awaken and stand to attention. His fingers moved under the 
bikini, pushing it gently aside as her breasts were treated 
to sunlight for the first time in many years.

Lauren shuddered as his thumbs roamed over her nipples, her 
thoughts turning from her pent-up desires to Jim and then 
on to her mother and father. Between kisses, she glanced at 
Rebecca, fascinated to see that she had one leg over each 
arm of the chair with her bikini bottoms halfway down her 
thighs, giving her brother ample room to investigate her 
pussy with his tongue. She couldn't see Rebecca's pussy, 
but reckoned from the sounds that she was very wet and 
enjoying every moment. Lauren felt her bikini top come off 
as Stefan explored her ears with his tongue, causing her to 
become very wet as she pushed herself against his body.

Stefan put his hands behind her back and lay her down on 
the table so that her legs draped over the sides without 
touching the patio. He resumed his kissing, pausing only 
once when he poured some wine over her breasts and hot 
pussy. She could smell the heady incense of the two 
aphrodisiacs as they joined forces to summon the beginnings 
of her orgasm. 

So many thoughts ran through her head, not least the desire 
to come, to feel Stefan inside her, and to do it outdoors 
for the world to see. Her feelings and desires concurred as 
the tingling sensation that she had grown to worship began 
inside her, the bubbling deep in her stomach signaling that 
Stefan was doing a fine job. She turned to her left to see 
her bother pulling off the yellow bikini bottoms to reveal 
Rebecca's hairy pussy, and noticed the translucent sheen of 
his saliva dribbling down her little pink lips. Her pussy 
gaped open, pleading to be filled, as Mike stood back up to 
allow Rebecca to pull down his trunks. 

Seeing his sister he half turned to let each girl to 
assist. His cock sprang out of his trunks, wobbling in the 
fresh air, only to be grabbed by Rebecca and pulled 
downwards. As Mike disappeared out of view, she sensed 
Stefan move down her body slowly, kissing delicately every 
few inches as he mapped out the hidden jewel and hot cave 
between her legs.

An invisible tongue started licking her feet, sucking her 
toes as hands explored her legs, pushing her knees apart to 
allow the tongue to make it's way into view, onwards to 
it's goal. The tongue probed around her bikini bottom, 
exploring the gusset that covered her treasure, and onwards 
to her breasts. The tongue teased her taught nipples. As it 
flicked gently, her nipples communicated with the orgasm 
brewing within. Lauren could hear Rebecca on her right 
gasping in time with the squeaking of her chair. 

Her own body was receiving similar attention, as the tongue 
descended slowly down over her stomach and fingers pushed 
into the sides of her bikini, pulling it down from her 
waist. Lauren obliged by raising her bottom off the table 
to speed it's progress. Her clothes discarded, Stefan 
pulled her towards him so that her bottom was on the edge 
of the table. He held her legs together with one hand at 
her ankles, pulling down his trunks with the other.

His cock probed her vagina, teasing her as she reached back 
to grab the side of the table behind her head, her breasts 
flat against her chest, rising and falling with her 
breathing. Her eyes were shut tight, due both to the 
brilliant sun and the sensation of abandonment on the 
table. Suddenly, she knew she had to share the moment.

"Mike, hold me" she pleaded, faintly aware of her voice.
She opened her eyes slightly to see her brother above her, 
leaning down to kiss her. Closing her eyes, she felt 
another skin behind her, and reached up to confirm that 
Rebecca had taken his place at her head to see Stefan enter 
her. Lauren raised her hands and touched her breasts as 
Stefan placed her legs on his shoulders, allowing him a 
clear path into her. She felt his cock touch her pussy as 
lips kissed her breasts, moving up to her neck and over her 
ears. As she arched her back to encourage the kisses, she 
smelt the now familiar scent of a woman in her nostrils and 
breathed in deeply. Stefan entered her. 

He withdrew almost all the way and ran his finger over her 
pussy lips, transferring the slipperiness to her anus, 
underneath his cock. She felt his finger probing into her 
anus, deeper and deeper as his cock plunged back in. 

Although she had no way of really telling, she thought that 
his finger was in several inches, exploring her most 
private of entrances in front of two other people.

She felt Rebecca lean over as her big breasts brushed her 
face, one nipple pausing against her lips. It continued 
down as now two pairs of lips sampled her nipples, tongues 
flicking occasionally to keep her nipples taughtly erect to 
the point of almost being painful. The finger in her anus 
pumped in unison with Stefan's thick cock giving her 
several minor tremors, precursors of the big one. And then 
she knew that there was no return. 

Her muscles responded, trembling, contorting around the 
finger and cock as they demanded every ounce of energy to 
satisfy her lust. Her hips left the table with the inward 
stroke, matching thrust for thrust as her feet hooked 
firmly behind his neck and the tongues moved from her 
breasts to her neck, then round to her ears. Firmer and 
firmer now, the strokes were solid and forceful as their 
pubic hair mashed together. She could feel his strong cock 
pounding into her relentlessly, their bodies slipping 
together on the table easily as her pussy provided it's 
exotic oils. 

The finger left her anus as an arm wrapped around her legs, 
causing the cock to be squeezed tightly inside her pussy. 
The tongues probed inside her ears as a scream left her 
lips, a second scream blocked by material thrust into her 
mouth. The pounding into her vagina continued as a warm 
sensation filled her inside and the cock expanded against 
the walls of her pussy. She felt multiple waves shoot over 
her onsciousness, dragging her without mercy to that 
distant place where sound and vision stop, and all that it 
left is pleasure. The material in her mouth smelled of 
woman, and guessing that it belonged to Rebecca, she bucked 
again as another streak of pleasure shot down between her 
legs.

She felt the cock withdraw and faces, tongues, move down 
her body towards her drenched pussy. And then someone was 
there, between her legs, lapping at her entrance, causing 
little ripples of pleasure to bubble up through to the 
surface as her legs shook and her stomach muscles relaxed 
slowly. She was vaguely aware of the slick river of cum 
flowing down between the cheeks of her bottom and onto the 
table as she brought her hands over her head towards the 
tongue, and felt the long hair of Rebecca. The tongue moved 
up to the sparse pubic hair above her clitoris, and Lauren 
pushed her finger into Rebecca's mouth, delighted as she 
felt it being delicately sucked by the naked girl.

"Come with me" whispered Rebecca.

Lauren felt a hand pulling her upright and as she opened 
her eyes, she saw Rebecca's large breasts, the freckles on 
her stomach and the red pubic hair that covered her pussy. 

She slid off the table, took her bikini from Rebecca with a 
little smile and followed her unsteadily through the door 
into the conservatory. Rebecca held out her hand to Lauren 
and led her up the stairs, giving Lauren a close-up view of 
her rounded bottom and her hairy pussy between her legs, a 
view that Rebecca was well aware of as she swung her hips 
and accentuated her steps with a laugh.

They entered the bathroom, and Rebecca offered her a wet 
flannel to wash herself with.

"Sit on the toilet seat, and I'll clean you up" said 
Rebecca, pulling Lauren's right leg up onto the bath. 
Rebecca knelt down and wiped away the trail of cum and 
saliva, rinsing the flannel and then cleaning her breasts. 
She rinsed it again and handed it to Lauren. She did the 
same for Rebecca, rinsing off the traces of their previous 
pleasure. Lauren marveled at the firm roundness of 
Rebecca's breasts, and smiled as she dabbed the warm 
flannel over the lips of her labia.

They left, Lauren following again behind. Rebecca pushed 
open her bedroom door and flopped down on her bed, leaving 
enough room for Lauren to sit carefully on the side.

"Wow, look at all this equipment. No wonder my brother was 
interested!" exclaimed Lauren. She looked around the room 
noting the books on her shelves and the mass of equipment 
that lay on the table and on top of anything that would 
support it. Her gaze halted on a simple white table that 
was set against the wall. "What's all this?" she asked, 
indicating the small shrine.

"I was telling Mike about that, it's my religion. I'm a 
member of a local church called the Residualists. It's a 
bit of Buddhism, but mainly it's Bible studies," said 
Rebecca, looking at Lauren.

"I've never heard of them. Do you enjoy going?" asked 
Lauren, threading her way over to the flowers and 
pamphlets. She started to read the first one, noting that 
there was a belief in righteousness and pleasure. She was 
very pleased to see a mention on fate and pre-ordained 
events and found herself understanding the basic 
foundations of the movement.

"I love it. They are all so kind and well-meaning," said 
Rebecca, placing her hand on Lauren's knee. "In fact, I'm 
being accepted into the upper church in a couple of weeks 
now I've finished my studies. You can come to the ceremony 
if you like, see what you think." she suggested, giving her 
a squeeze.

"Oh, I don't know, I'd feel out of place."

"Bring you friend, Nikki. You don't have to do anything, 
but I would really like some help before the ceremony as I 
get ready. Go on, say yes!" said Rebecca, grinning as she 
realised that to have the two girls along would be 
wonderful.

"What would I have to do?"

"I'm not too sure, I've never been a bridesmaid before at 
the Church. But friends say that they have to stay with the 
Bride, help her to get washed, dressed and generally ready. 
Then we have the ceremony, where you have to help me with 
the man or boy, then we have photos and then we have the 
sort of wedding breakfast which is usually just rolls and 
some wine."

"What do I have to do with this boy?"

"Nothing, more like you'll be helping me just like 
bridesmaids at other churches. He should also have one or 
two people there to help him. Honestly, although I haven't 
actually done it, I saw a wedding about a year ago and it 
was a really good ceremony. Nothing weird, just lots of 
words and love." said Rebecca.

Lauren leafed through the book, finding the section about 
marriage within the church.

"I'll think about it. Do you really have sex with him? 
That's what it says in this book!"

"Sure. Well, sort of!"

"What, even though you've never seen him before? I could 
never do that!" said Lauren.

"It's symbolic rather than anything else. He'll put it just 
inside me, that's true, but that's about all. Nobody really 
sees anything!" answered Rebecca, giving Lauren a 
reassuring pat on the leg.

"I'll see what Nikki thinks. I'm only going to go if she 
will." said Lauren.

"Great, now, guess what we are going to do?" said Rebecca, 
changing the subject.

"Er, play with your computer?" asked Lauren.

"Nope. We're going to dress up! Watch this," she giggled, 
dropping her towel as she made her way to the drawers under 
the pamphlets and pictures. She pulled on the top two 
handles, rummaged around and removed several pairs of black 
lace knickers, bras, stockings and suspenders. "I've got 
white as well, plus one or two silvery grey pairs. Let's 
see what looks best. Stand up!" she commanded, holding out 
the knickers to Lauren.

"I think white against my tan. I bet you look great in the 
black ones!" said Lauren, dropping her towel to the floor. 
She pulled the white knickers that Rebecca handed her over 
her legs and up tight around her bottom. They were a bit 
too big, a fact confirmed by Rebecca as she ran her hand 
along the top of her legs and down in between her legs.

"Yeah. Here, try these."

The second white pair of knickers fitted very well, and 
were beautifully tailored, deeply cut with lace edging 
revealing just a trace of the wispy pubic hair that had 
grown since her accident a few weeks before. Lauren then 
dressed in a suspender belt to match the knickers, and sat 
on the bed while they both rolled stockings onto her legs. 
Rebecca helped her fasten them, brushing against her vagina 
without apology, then pulled her up in front of her while 
she took a long look.

"Shoes! Then you'll look super-sexy" she giggled, bending 
over to look under her bed, her bottom high in the air, 
showing her little hole and her wet pussy. Lauren was 
amazed at just how wet she seemed to be, concluding that 
some of the dampness must still be the result of her 
brother's tongue. Lauren slipped on the shoes offered to 
her and felt powerful with her extra two inches of stature.

"Now me" said Rebecca, laying out the black underwear on 
the bed. She briefly looked out of the window, pleased to 
report that the boys had their trunks back on and were 
talking by the side of the pool, dangling their feet in the 
water. Lauren watched Rebecca fishing for clothes in her 
bottomless draw, and noticed the sound of a lawn mower 
close by. She even thought she could smell the newly cut 
grass as she wandered over to the window and looked down at 
the pool.

She was pleased to see the boys still in conversation. She 
wondered if they had felt the urge to touch each other's 
cocks, but supposed that they felt no need to help each 
other to orgasm since there were two willing girls to do it 
for them. She turned back to see Rebecca dressed perfectly 
in her black underwear, the high heels accentuating her 
legs. Her knickers and breasts were held tightly by the 
lace material, barely hiding her bush of pubic hair and 
proud nipples.

"Let's go tease!" giggled Rebecca, climbing onto the bed to 
get around Lauren and racing downstairs nosily.


Chapter 28

Lauren followed at a more leisurely pace, looking around 
the house and admiring some of the more expensive 
ornaments. They certainly seemed to have some money, she 
thought, admiring the beautiful lounge carpet and the 
paintings on the wall. The lighting and furniture combined 
to give the required feeling of opulence and relaxation. 

Rebecca was waiting by the patio door for her, looking out 
towards the pool to see what the boys were doing.
"Let's just walk up to them and stand there. See what they 
do. I bet your brother gets hard first!"

"OK, I'm right behind you!" said Lauren, anxiety in her 
voice.

The girls paraded out onto the patio as Rebecca put her arm 
around Lauren's waist. They walked provocatively together, 
quietly so that the boys wouldn't turn round until they 
were very close. With only two or three steps between them 
and their quarry, Rebecca decided that it was game time.

"Cooee little boys. Time to play!"

"Jeezus!" exclaimed Stefan, looking first at his sister 
then at Lauren.

"Whoa" cried Mike, as he turned to see the two girls only 
inches from his face. He lost his balance, waved his arms 
uselessly in the air, and fell into the pool. They laughed 
loudly as he surfaced again, pulled himself out in one easy 
motion, and sat back on the edge smiling and dripping over 
the girl's feet.

"Hey, haven't you seen a little girl before? teased 
Rebecca, rubbing her hand lewdly between her legs.

Mike reached out to touch her thigh but she moved 
backwards, causing him again to lose his balance. Stefan 
and Lauren laughed at his discomfort, moving closer 
together to hold hands. Stefan ran his left hand inside the 
back of her knickers, then round the side and into the 
front so that he could eventually rest his hand on her 
pubic hair and pull her closer to him. She nuzzled into his 
chest as she looked up into his eyes, parting her lips as 
they kissed.

Rebecca moved backwards, further from the pool, and led 
Mike to the patio door.

"Come on, time to eat!" she said, taking his hand and 
leading him into the kitchen. Rebecca looked quickly out of 
the window, checking on the progress her brother was 
making. Lauren and her brother were both sitting on one of 
the patio chairs, kissing quietly as their hands explored 
each other's body. Lauren was on his lap, her legs pulled 
up tight to her chest with her knickers already at her 
knees, as his hands ran over her bottom, probing her little 
brown hole. She could see Lauren kissing him passionately 
now, their tongues entwined as her legs slowly parted.

Rebecca smiled and opened the `fridge, surveying the 
contents with a practiced eye. There were the leftovers 
from lunch, but none of that looked very appetising. She 
pulled out a yoghurt and ripped off the foil cover. With a 
schoolgirl giggle, she pushed her finger into the thick 
creamy liquid and hooked out a large dollop, offering it to 
Mike. His tongue met her finger and sucked greedily, 
finding pleasure in the taste of the yoghurt and the 
sensuous feel of sucking her finger. She took another glob 
of the raspberry desert and spread it onto her black bra, 
followed by a second down between her legs. The look in her 
eyes told Mike that this was something that she found so 
erotic that he thought she might explode there and then.

"Lick me. Lick it all off." she implored.

He bent down to lick her bra, finding the mixture now 
underneath the material and on her firm nipples. She 
happily discarded her top, and quickly pushed his head down 
so that he knelt in front of her, looking at the red and 
black material that barely covered her pussy. His tongue 
strained from his mouth, probing and licking at every 
opportunity, searching out every crevice that contained the 
slightest trace of the food. She pulled her knickers down 
roughly, showing him her gaping pussy and the little lips 
hanging out. And then, she ran another handful of yoghurt 
over her mound, down over her clitoris and towards her 
anus. Mike's trunks bulged as he stared wide-eyed between 
her legs. Rebecca slumped onto a kitchen chair and spread 
her legs wide as he plunged his tongue into her, caught up 
in her feverish and wanton desire to be licked, sucked and 
tasted.

"Ohhh, Christ, get right in there!" she yelled, pulling his 
head by the hair and forcing him between her legs.

Rebecca heard footsteps approaching, and pulled him out 
quickly. They exchanged glances, a look of embarrassment 
and pain on her face as she stared at the doorway, open-
mouthed. Two shadows fell on the carpet in the lounge as 
the crunching footsteps ceased. Slowly, two grinning heads 
appeared round the door, causing her to exhale loudly.

"Hey, not bloody funny, you two!" she said, scowling at 
Lauren and her brother.

"What'cha doin'?" asked Stefan.

"Mike wanted something to eat, so I gave him something from 
the `fridge!" giggled Rebecca.

"Jeeze, what a size that must be!" exclaimed Lauren, 
staring in disbelief at her brother's trunks.

"Oh boy, come with me!" said Rebecca, noticing his bulge as 
she jumped up from the chair. She pulled her knickers up 
again, coating herself once again with sticky areas of 
yoghurt. Rebecca took his hand and jerked him through the 
doorway and up the stairs. "Come you two, follow me!" she 
shouted, pleased to hear Lauren and Stefan following close 
behind. "First, I need the toilet, come and help me?" she 
asked, still holding Mike's cock.

"I don't ..."

"Come on, don't be a dummy! You two can wait in my bedroom. 
Turn my PC on would you?"

Mike followed her into the bathroom and closed the door. 
Rebecca made her way to the bath, and turned on the water. 
She waited until the water felt warm and switched it over 
to the shower, pulling the curtain along the length of the 
bath.

"Take my knickers off, quickly, or I'll die!" she said, 
again pushing him to his knees and thrusting her hips into 
his face.

Mike pulled at her sticky knickers, smelling the mixture of 
yoghurt and woman as the material slid down her pale legs 
to reveal the messy red hair, stuck around her vagina.

"Lick it, please... Hard!" she said, spreading her legs a 
few inches to give him some help. "No, much harder! Yes, 
oh, that's it. Keep going!"

Rebecca continued to push her pussy against his nose and 
mouth as her clitoris popped into view and her inner lips 
blossomed to reveal the beginning of her tight tunnel.

"That's enough. Let's get into the shower!"

"I though you wanted the toilet?" asked Mike.

"In here" she said, pulling him into the bath. She took the 
soap, turned around in the shower and lathered her hands, 
running them over her breasts and bottom. She handed the 
soap to Mike, and instructed him to do the same to himself, 
and then to concentrate on her engorged pussy. As they slid 
together, fingers probing and exploring in the soap and 
spray, Rebecca slid down to take Mike's cock in her mouth, 
the shower spraying directly onto her long red hair, 
matting it to her back. 

After only a few minutes, she turned, making him sit down, 
so that she could sit facing the same way between his legs. 
She leaned back, his hands running automatically over her 
breasts and taught little nipples. She brought her legs up, 
moving his hands so that they gripped behind her knees, his 
cock pushing hard into her back as the shower continued to 
splash over their young bodies. Rebecca's head fell 
backwards as she seemed to concentrate, her breathing 
regular, her hands gripping the side of the bath. 

Suddenly, Mike saw a great white stream of piss shoot out 
from between her legs, hit the end of the bath and 
disappear down the plug hole. Mike's eyes once again bulged 
at the antics of this young girl, a look of concern on his 
face as he pulled her closer to him, his cock aching for 
action.

Slowly, the stream dwindled into a trickle, ending with a 
couple of little spurts. Rebecca lay against him for a 
while as the water cleansed them both. She offered the soap 
to Mike who gladly soaped her breasts and any other part of 
her body in reach. She then turned round, her hair again 
catching the full force of the water as she looked up at 
him.

"Let's make sure you're clean, then we'll join the others."

She took the soap and washed his rampant cock, pushing her 
fingers under his weapon to find his balls and anus.

"I'm going to come!" he said in an apologetic manner.

"Oh please don't! Wait, there's more fun in store. We'll do 
what I used to do with my brother!" she said, getting out 
of the bath and drying herself. Mike did the same, pulling 
a towel around his body and following her into the bedroom. 

They found Lauren and Stefan on the bed, legs locked 
together as they kissed. Lauren had pulled down his trunks 
to gain access to his cock, but it seemed that they were 
happy just amusing themselves without providing a repeat 
performance of the afternoon's entertainment.

"I've got to have this boy or I'll die! Lauren, be a dear 
and shift over a bit" she asked, getting onto the bed on 
all fours. Mike took the hint and lifted the towel that 
covered her bottom. She spread her legs slightly more, 
showing the palest, whitest bottom and the vivid contrast 
of her damp red hair. Mike undid his own towel, letting it 
fall to the ground. Lauren saw his bobbing cock and gasped 
at the size as she lay alongside, her head against 
Rebecca's knees. Mike appeared to be in no hurry, rubbing 
the swollen head of his cock against her anus and the 
drenched lips of her pussy. Rebecca moaned, twitching her 
bottom as though encouraging him.

"Lauren, scoot under here, you can see everything!" she 
advised, raising her right leg to allow Lauren to slide 
underneath her as Mike again rubbed along her gaping slit 
and ran his cock over her clitoris. 

Lauren parted her legs, dearly hoping that Stefan would 
sense her desires as she slowly pushed a finger into her 
own shaven slit. Mike put his right foot on the bed to 
steady himself and slowly entered Rebecca, clearly 
delighted by the tight grip that he felt as her muscles 
fought to keep hold of his cock. Lauren watched, fascinated 
as her brothers cock slowly entered, forcing back the inner 
lips of Rebecca's pussy until the skin of his balls started 
to bunch up around the entrance. 

Then slowly out again, the lips now desperately holding 
onto every inch of the wet shaft as it emerged until the 
purple crown was just visible in the entrance to Rebecca's 
sopping tunnel. Lauren watched for minutes as the pace 
quickened, vaguely aware that Rebecca was kissing Stefan, 
until her head bowed down, and Lauren felt a long-awaited 
tongue on her own pussy. Lauren arched her back, raising 
her bottom off the bed, imploring Stefan to push in further 
and further as her brother pounded into the large-breasted 
red-head. 

Rebecca lowered her hips, giving Lauren a close-up view of 
the rough penetration that she was experiencing, and 
providing Mike with an easier angle to generate more speed. 
She saw his balls crunching up, their swinging impeded as 
the skin crinkled and his hands gripped her thighs tightly, 
his fingers digging into her legs. He came explosively, 
continuing to pound rapidly and suddenly stop to fall over 
her back for a moment. 

He resumed, pumping slowly and then faster and faster again 
as cum dripped and then spurted out of her pussy with every 
stroke of his cock. Lauren opened her mouth, her tongue 
extended to catch the string of thick cum as it dribbled 
quickly from the girl's pussy and down between her waiting 
lips. Lauren ran the liquid around her mouth with her 
tongue and decided that she rather liked the taste. She 
swallowed it, smiling to herself.

Rebecca gently sank on top of Lauren, resting her head on 
her thigh and displacing her brother. Mike withdrew his 
cock to leave Lauren with a close-up view of her cum-filled 
vagina. To Lauren's absolute delight, she felt the tongue 
of a woman exploring her vagina, pushing gently between the 
hood of her clitoris and the swollen lips of her labia. 
Rebecca was dripping slowly, encouraged by the sweet tongue 
of Lauren on her pussy and anus. But it appeared Rebecca 
had other ideas as she leaned over to her PC and punched a 
couple of keys. 

Nothing happened for a while until a picture appeared on 
each of her three screens, showing a very young blonde girl 
with an equally young boy, walking in the woods. It 
appeared to be summer, and was certainly not Switzerland 
with the large oak trees and thick undergrowth of ferns and 
coarse grass. Each picture showed the couple walking deeper 
into the woods, their white gowns looking like ancient 
Roman togas, but tied at the front with white belts of the 
same cloth. Lauren thought they could have been judo 
outfits had they been shorter. The young girl had shapeless 
legs, her body hardly filling the robe as it ballooned 
during their walk through the grass. They arrived at a log 
and the little girl turned to the boy, the sun shining 
through her hair as she took his hand.

"Watch this. I like this one. I got it from a friend at 
Church!"

The boys cock was bulging in his costume, the next frame 
showing the girl searching under the material for her 
pleasure. She was flat-chested, timid and clearly not sure 
where to look. Her smile, such as it was, lit her unwilling 
face while the boy, back to the camera, firmly held her 
left hand.

"At Church?" squealed Lauren, now squeezing between Rebecca 
and Mike to get a better look. She saw the pictures 
changing, moving from the central screen to the sides to 
give an all-round feeling of presence. She sat up, curling 
up her legs as she rested a hand on bed for support. Mike's 
cock was steadily regaining some of its potency (much to 
her surprise after his performance only a few minutes 
before) while Stefan's was thinking whether to burst into 
action or have a rest, a difficult decision until Rebecca 
took it in her left hand and persuaded it to join in the 
fun.

"Yes, it reminds me of the ceremony of marriage. Well, in 
parts. They're dressed in white gowns like I will be and 
about to make love." said Rebecca, eyes fixed to the 
screens.

"Is this what you do?" asked Lauren, conscious of her 
nakedness.

"Yes, but we use love to symbolise the union of fate and 
desire. It's a lovely ceremony full of flowers, music and 
wonderful words. You see, those getting married into the 
Church don't see their partners until the ceremony, like I 
said. Then they are joined together and we celebrate the 
continuation of the Church. Father Paul normally reads from 
the Bible and then we eat together."

"Who's Father Paul?"

"He leads the Church. Has done for years. Oh, look at this 
bit!"

The girl in the picture had straddled the log and sat down 
on it, one leg either side. Her blonde hair fell loosely 
over her shoulders almost touching the log as the boy stood 
in front, also straddling the log, and put his hands on his 
hips. The next frame showed the little girl pulling at his 
costume belt, his cock poking out from between the layers 
of material.

"Hey, he's so young. And she looks like she's about ten!" 
said Mike with a frown on his face.

The boy had a small cock that stuck straight out from 
between his legs, and there was a distinct absence of pubic 
hair. The pictures showed the girl lying back on the log as 
her thin legs spread either side. She had no knickers on, 
her tiny pussy now visible through the parting in her gown, 
also devoid of hair. Stefan's cock had benefited from 
Rebecca's ministrations, and was now fully recovered as she 
rubbed the big orb against her cheek. Lauren looked down at 
Mike's lap and noticed that his had almost returned to a 
state of rest. Lauren rested her hand on his right shoulder 
and gave him a hug. The boy was now leaning forward, 
pressing the tip of his cock against her unyielding pussy 
and using both hands to try and undo her belt and expose 
her body to his gaze. 

They all watched silently, aware that between frames the 
little girl had suddenly become very wet, even if she 
wasn't very ready for him. There was no sign of her 
clitoris or inner lips as he pushed into her. However, she 
appeared to enjoy it as she raised her hips and met his 
thrusts. Several close-up pictures showed the little boy 
inside her as far as he could go, a mixture of pain and 
surprise on the girl's face.

The scene changed to show her lying, now naked, on the log 
on her front, resting on her gown which she had apparently 
taken off before rolling over. The boy, also naked, was 
again positioned ready to strike. Mike crossed his legs, 
fearing what he was about to see. 

Lauren looked at him quizzically and returned to the screen 
in time to see the boys cock plunge into her anus. The look 
on the little girl's face was one of intense pain as Lauren 
flinched and let out a little cry.

"Hey, don't worry. He's only small!" reassured Rebecca.

"But that's in her .."

"It's OK"

Lauren wasn't convinced, especially when she noticed a tear 
running down the girl's face as the boy struggled to 
penetrate with less than half his length.

"Hey, I'm sorry, but really they are only actors. She's 
probably fifteen or sixteen, you know." Rebecca canceled 
the slideshow and turned back to her brother. "Let's 
relieve this big boy!" smiled Rebecca, taking him in both 
hands. Lauren smiled, looking at his cock, and moved 
further onto the bed to get a better look of Rebecca 
running her hand along his weapon and licking the bulging 
end. 

Rebecca slowly moved her hand up and down her brother's 
tool, her smile broadening as she half-closed her eyes and 
pulled back the foreskin. It slid easily to reveal the 
purple knob of his cock, providing the little inspiration 
that Rebecca needed to open her mouth and introduce the 
shaft between her lips. Her tongue worked the end almost 
casually, knowingly, as it circled the head and felt it's 
way occasionally along the length of him, returning to the 
top to give it an affectionate flick as it throbbed in her 
face.

Lauren moved her hand behind her, still staring at Stefan's 
cock, and took hold of her brother's limp tool. She 
remembered the last time they had been together, loving 
each other in the bath, and recalled that it was probably 
one of the times that Rebecca had seen them in their 
kitchen, as she played with his cock and convinced him to 
have a wash with her. She turned and smiled at him, her 
eyes communicating more than words as he shuffled towards 
her and took her face in his hands. They kissed, his cock 
rising rapidly to swell in her hands as she brought it back 
to life.

The two girls pulled their men onto the bed and made them 
kneel side by side as they stroked their cocks and licked 
the sensitive tips, Lauren taking notes from Rebecca with 
regard to style and technique. The girls' cheeks touched as 
they both sucked their brothers, Rebecca and then Lauren 
holding their balls as they lapped contentedly.

They came quickly, almost together and without much noise, 
shooting their load of white cum into the waiting mouths as 
Rebecca swallowed hard. Lauren let most of her brother's 
load dribble from her mouth, down her chin and onto her 
lap, although she did pluck up courage to swallow the last 
few spurts, pleased to find that it didn't make her 
immediately sick. Rebecca let the cock fall from her mouth 
and turned to Lauren, pulling her off her source of fun so 
that she could kiss her on the lips and taste her mouth. 

Rebecca gently caressed Lauren's breasts, rubbing a trace 
of cum over her nipples as Lauren brought her hand up, 
supporting her friend's ample left breast as she rubbed the 
nipple.

But their energy was gone. Lauren was tired and felt that 
she would not experience the same intensity of orgasm a 
second time that day, even with Rebecca in the driving 
seat. Rebecca recognised her body language and gently 
kissed her lips and forehead. 

And so the children dressed, cleared up the patio and 
kitchen so that by eight o'clock, as the light was fading 
and the bats were starting their nocturnal patrols, Lauren 
and Mike bade them farewell and returned next door.


Chapter 29

Thursday 13th August

Nikki and Lauren discussed the idea of Lauren returning to 
Marlene's for another session of photos. Nikki said she 
thought it sounded like fun, especially since Lauren had 
clearly enjoyed herself so much. She was also happy to go 
along with the story of Lauren staying at her house for the 
night - something that was not uncommon and therefore was 
unlikely to be discovered. Both girls knew that sometime 
Lauren would have to do the same for her, and that's what 
friends were for.

Jim had called her earlier in the week to confirm that he 
had talked to Marlene and she would be able to offer Lauren 
some work, although nothing very exciting. She had also 
said `yes' to allowing them both to stay the night and so 
the plan swung into action with Lauren filling a small 
overnight bag with her pyjamas, an old dressing gown with 
Cookie Monster on the pockets that her mother insisted she 
pack, and other non-essential items. With her toothbrush, 
flannel and little bits of makeup packed into a wash bag, 
she snapped the locks shut and bounced out of her room. 

Since she only been awake for about an hour, this in itself 
was almost a record for a non-school day. There had been 
little choice on what to wear, either her yellow dress (no, 
because she wore that the last time she saw Jim) or a semi-
traditional white cotton dress with embroidered flowers 
around the puffed sleeves and hem (that'll keep mum happy 
as well). The saving grace about the white dress was that 
she had been given it one summer when she was about ten, 
and since it would hardly go out of fashion, the great 
benefit was that as she grew older, and taller, so the 
dress grew shorter. 

She had agonised over her wardrobe the previous night, 
realising that almost all her clothes were for little 
girls, rather than a young teenager. She wished she had the 
money to change many of them, but knew that just with most 
of her schoolfriends, they had to exist on their weekly 
pocketmoney. A few of her contemporaries had been lucky 
enough to get Saturday jobs (such as that fat girl 
Claudette who worked in her father's shop) but even then it 
was usually only during the tourist season. However, she 
did determine to think hard in the future about the clothes 
she bought, rather than keep buying the same cheap old 
things whenever she had a few francs to spare. White 
underwear and the famous sandals completed the look, and it 
would just have to do. 

At precisely eleven o'clock, she waved good-bye to her 
mother and walked in the direction of Nikki's house. 

However, three minutes later, she arrived at the bus stop 
further down the road, jumped aboard when the bus arrived 
thirty seconds later and took a seat on the opposite side 
to her house. As the bus moved off, she crouched down, 
pretending to open her luggage, just to make sure that 
nobody could see her from the street. She sat back up once 
she knew she was approaching the industrial area, mighty 
pleased with herself and ready to alight at the station.
Lauren waited less than five minutes for Jim. He sauntered 
around the corner of the station clutching a dreadful old 
brown grip that looked like it had also seen time in India.

"Where did you get that thing?" she asked.

"My mum made me bring it" he said, clearly embarrassed. 

They kissed each other self-consciously, feeling eyes 
watching them as they made their way to the ticket office 
and then on to the platform. They had almost twenty minutes 
to wait and so they caught up with each others news, while 
avoiding the obvious topic of the arrangements for the 
night. The journey was uneventful, and Marlene was at the 
station to give them a lift back to the house. As Lauren 
climbed the stairs from the garage, she looked around to 
find that nothing seemed to have changed. The door to the 
reception area was open, and she waved to Simone sitting 
behind the desk, talking to someone on the phone. Simone 
smiled back warmly, waving at her to come in and sit down.
Marlene shut the backdoor and joined them, waiting for 
Simone to finish on the phone before talking.

"Well, hello again! said Simone, rising from her chair to 
walk round the desk. She sat down on the edge cross-legged, 
facing the two children. She looked just as beautiful as 
before with her long dark hair shining naturally as it hung 
over her shoulders and down her back. Her tight-fitting 
white polo-necked sweater and short black skirt and 
stockings, black heels and a black belt that pulled her 
waist in accentuated her figure and gave incredible shape 
to her medium sized breasts and hips. "That set of photos 
that you did last time, they've really grown on me. You 
turned out to be very relaxed and capable. Well done!" she 
smiled.

Lauren blushed noticeably, looking at her knees and then 
across to Jim and Marlene. "It was fun, I really enjoyed 
it. Do you have some more for today?"

"Sure, I took a look at the run list, you can do sweaters 
or knickers. Nothing famous though. Then we've got some 
bras and blouses - matching would you believe!" said 
Marlene happily.

"Do you want my advice?" asked Simone.

"Sure" said Lauren

"I think you'll find it's too hot to do the sweaters, even 
with the air conditioning in the studio. They're for the 
winter catalogue and we don't have to have that finished 
for another month.

"OK, let's do the others then" said Lauren, keen to get the 
session underway.

"I'll stay here again" said Jim with mock boredom.

"Tell you what, let's have a quick look at your last 
session and make sure we realise what went right and what 
went wrong" said Marlene, pulling an album across the 
coffee table. She opened it at the front page, and Lauren 
was delighted to see that there was a full sized portrait 
of her, enlarged from the last time, stuck right on the 
inside of the cover. Lauren thought she looked great, so 
clear and fresh. She thought her mother would love the 
photo but was quite sure that it would be impossible to 
explain where it had been taken.

They leafed through the album, pointing at deficiencies in 
both the camerawork and the modeling. Lauren saw once again 
the shots of her knickers, and true to form, Marlene 
discussed them in a purely technical manner. Lauren could 
remember every last word that Marlene had used to describe 
the knickers and her vagina, and was impressed to hear them 
all over again, plus a few additional details about the 
colour of her skin and the shape that the tight knickers 
suggested as they hugged her pussy lips. Lauren thought 
about Jim but dared not look at him. She remember the thick 
cock pushing against her entrance as they lay on the studio 
floor, and also his hardness as he rested against her on 
the mountain. She was convinced that if she had touched him 
then she would have found his cock hard and ready.

Simone gave her the stock numbers of the knickers and 
disappeared into the technical room. The light above the 
door once again stated `No Entry'. Lauren went through the 
studio and into the storeroom, leaving Jim to sit and read 
women's magazines. She was quite sure that within two 
minutes he would be looking through the pictures of her. 

She certainly hoped so. She located the boxes quickly, 
pulling out all the different styles in her size. Luckily 
they had already been bunched together because there were 
over twenty pairs which were going to take some time to 
photograph. Marlene knocked on the door as she pulled the 
white dress off over her head.

"Can I come in?" 

"Sure"

"Simone will do your hair and makeup - you'll need it for 
the blouses and bras. Why not put the first pair of 
knickers on and come and sit out here by the makeup table. 
Oh, and wear them in the order you find them, otherwise 
everyone gets confused. Use any old blouse on top that you 
want."

"OK, be out in a minute"

Lauren pulled her own knickers off, inspecting the gusset 
for any telltale signs of happiness, and pulled on one of 
the samples. She grabbed a pretty white blouse that was 
conveniently hanging on one of the racks and slipped it on, 
fastening a couple of the buttons at the front. Simone had 
been right - even with the air conditioning it was warm in 
the studio. She walked across the floor to the small stool 
and sat down, looking in the mirror at her face and hair. 
As if by magic, Simone stood behind her, placing her hands 
on her shoulders and gathering her hair together.

"Your hair is getting dry in the summer heat, you're going 
to have to look after it a bit. I'll wash it for you 
tonight and show you what you can do." said Simone, 
massaging Lauren's forehead and pulling her hair back over 
her crown.

"That would be nice, are you staying here as well tonight"

"Sure, I often do." She paused, taking a brush to Lauren's 
brown wavy hair and gently working at the tangles. "You 
know, I'm glad you're seeing Jim. He's a nice boy." She 
paused again to continue her brushing. "I had a boyfriend 
at your age. He was very special to me as well."

"How long did you go out with him for?"

"Oh, about two years." She brushed slowly, running from the 
top of her head and down the side to her shoulders. The 
motion caused Lauren to lean back and rest her head against 
Simone. "We used to make love at every opportunity we 
could, just like you and Jim. Just like millions of others 
the world over. I used to think it was so dreamy."

"What happened?"

"Oh, we just drifted apart. Nothing definite, just stopped 
seeing each other as regularly, and then that was it. But 
he encouraged me to go in for modeling, and I'm so grateful 
that he did."

"Do you still do any?"

"Oh yes, now and again" Simone paused, brushing 
continually. "Perhaps we could do some together. Actually, 
we could do some together after you've seen my portfolio. 
That might give you some ideas about what you would like to 
do."

"I'd really like that" said Lauren, pleased that Simone 
felt she could trust her enough to talk to her about her 
boyfriends and past loves.

"OK, it's a deal. After you've done this knicker stuff, 
then we'll take a break and I'll show you the pictures." 
She crouched down behind Lauren and looked at her in the 
mirror. "Guaranteed to make Jim randy as hell, though. Can 
you handle him?" she giggled.

"Yeah, he'll just have to wait `til tonight!"

"Let's do it then!" enthused Simone, standing back up and 
selecting eye shadow and a little lip gloss. She made her 
up carefully, looking very closely at what she was doing as 
she bent over Lauren, taking care not to block the light on 
her face.

"There you go, that should do. We might touch you up a bit 
later if you get hot under the lights. I'll go and tell 
Marlene that we're ready."

Lauren wandered over to the stool, and saw the armchair 
over in the far corner of the white studio floor. Her mind 
started to run through her love-making with Jim until she 
realised that to continue might result in another damp 
patch in her knickers which would be naughty. Her 
imagination took hold of her thoughts, leading her astray 
by suggesting that the only time she could do that would be 
for sexy photos, like Jane in the video film. The thought 
produced a surge of excitement within her as the idea took 
hold, until she shook her head to try and bring herself 
back to reality. However, the germ of the idea had been 
implanted and was not going to be killed off lightly.

"OK!" bellowed Marlene, striding into the studio, "Is that 
the first pair?"

"Yes, the label says HG020"

"Thanks. Now, I want you to stand on the yellow spot each 
time. I'll take two pictures of each. First straight on, 
the second with you turning a little to either your left or 
right. Doesn't matter which way. Hands on head!" Marlene 
looked into the viewfinder of her camera and focused on 
Lauren's knickers. She then stood up, holding the cable 
release and smiled at Lauren. "Here we go." There was a 
flash, and Lauren turned to her right. A second flash. 
Lauren squinted in the bright lights, remembering the 
difficulty she had last time in seeing the camera.
"Very good. Should be HG021 next, then 22, 23 and so on. 
This time, can you just tie up the blouse in a knot so that 
it's well above the waistline. Thanks."

Lauren went back into the clothes room and slipped of the 
first pair, leaving them fairly tidily on the floor. The 
second pair fitted just as well, and Lauren walked quickly 
out to find the yellow spot. Marlene took both pictures.
"Just a thought, why not bring the whole pile out here. I 
won't look, promise!" said Marlene.

Lauren scooted back into the clothes room and picked up the 
pile, taking off the previous pair and leaving them on the 
floor again. Naked from the waist down, she returned to the 
studio, dumping the knickers unceremoniously on the floor. 

Engrossed in her work, Lauren squatted in front of the 
lights and looked through the pile for HG022, finding them 
towards the bottom of the pile. Annoyed that they weren't 
in order, she stood and pulled them over her legs and up to 
her waist, making faces as though they were too tight. She 
brushed her wavy brown hair away from her shoulders in mock 
annoyance and faced the camera.

After a couple more samples, Lauren pulled off pair HG024 
and sat down on the studio floor. "I'm going to sort these 
into order or we'll be here all night!"

"OK, no hurry" replied Marlene from somewhere beyond.
Lauren immersed herself in the task of sorting them into 
numerical 
order, oblivious to her surroundings. She initially sat so 
that her bottom rested on her feet, but as she moved 
around, sorting them out, she crawled around the floor in 
all directions, realising after a couple of minutes that 
her sorting scheme was not working well.

"Here, let me help" said Marlene, walking towards her. She 
sat down as well, not looking at all at Lauren, just 
concentrating on doing the job. When it was almost 
finished, she returned to her position and Lauren pulled on 
pair twenty-five, sighing out loud and jumping happily onto 
the yellow spot. They continued, Lauren gaining confidence 
as the session began to get it's own rhythm. After another 
fifteen minutes they had finished, and Lauren scampered 
back into the clothes room to pull on her own knickers and 
group together the samples. She grabbed a short skirt off 
the rack and pulled it on. As she returned to the studio, 
Simone came into the room.

"Hey, looks like I'm just in time. Want to see my portfolio 
then?"

"What about Jim?" asked Marlene.

"He's seen a naked girl before I think, and Lauren can look 
after him later!" said Simone, giggling as she looked at 
Lauren, who giggled too at their grown-up conversation.
"OK then, let's take a look" said Marlene, leading the way 
out to the reception area. Jim was waiting there, clearly 
pleased to see Lauren again and anxious for her to sit next 
to him as he moved cushions around the sofa. Simone walked 
across to the filing cabinet and pulled out a photo album, 
fifty centimeters square. She laid it on the table and sat 
with the children next to Jim. Lauren glanced up as she 
heard a clink to see Marlene bringing a bottle of champagne 
and four glasses across from inside the filing cabinet.

"Time to celebrate!" she announced.

"What's it for?" asked Lauren.

"We're celebrating that you two are here! And today you can 
drink as much as you want, you don't have to go home 
tonight, eh?" said Simone.

"That's really nice of you, we're very grateful!" said Jim, 
taking the glass offered to him. Lauren looked at the 
champagne and told herself that she would only have a 
little this time. They clinked glasses and settled down to 
look at the album.

"This is more like a history book." said Simone. "The only 
person who has ever taken stills of me is Marlene, and she 
started when I was about eleven. So here we go!" Simone 
turned back the cover to display two portraits of herself, 
both taken outdoors. "Most of these were taken before I did 
any film work."

"You're so pretty there!" exclaimed Lauren. Jim opened his 
mouth to speak but said nothing. Simone turned the page to 
show some studio shots, four to each page, with Simone 
dressed in a skirt and blouse with white tights or 
stockings on her legs and shoes that seemed to glitter in 
the lights.

"That's me in my party dress, the first time ever that I 
had worn stockings with a suspender belt. That day I did a 
load of catalogue stuff. Sweaters and tracksuits I think. 
Goddamn boring, so Marlene let me dress up." Marlene smiled 
contentedly at her young model and made comment about how 
difficult it was on some days to get her to do decent 
poses. Lauren was spellbound by the pictures and thought to 
herself that it was interesting how fate had conspired to 
give them similar experiences. The page turned, showing 
Simone in a selection of nighties. Clearly, that was the 
only thing she was wearing as it was easy to see her 
nipples and the dark triangle of hair through the delicate 
fabric. 

"Do you do any films now?" asked Lauren.

"No, I stopped a few years ago. I wanted to do sort of sexy 
horror stuff but there aren't very many directors who are 
into that sort of thing. The last one I did went wrong 
because the director didn't understand what the story 
required. We were filming and he just stopped it because he 
got scared, I think. Weird man, he was."

"This was really effective" said Marlene, pointing at a 
shot of Simone taken from the side in a white nightie, bent 
backwards over a small padded footstool, her hands trailing 
behind her with her feet on the ground. The mound of her 
vagina and the suggestion of her breasts gave the picture a 
highly erotic feel without being overtly sexual. 

Lauren turned the page, sneaking a look at Jim. She put her 
left hand on his thigh. There were only two pictures on the 
next page, full sized of Simone in a similar pose over the 
low stool, but naked. She turned the book round to 
orientate it properly, noticing the tuft of pubic hair and 
the nipples showing clearly in the profile. Lauren slurped 
at her drink noisily.

"That's ... great" said Jim. Lauren and Simone looked at 
him as if to encourage him to expand on his comment. "I 
mean, it's beautiful, the line from your feet all the way 
to your hands down here." Lauren smiled, nodding in 
agreement as she squeezed his leg.

"Think I should do that?" asked Lauren.

"Er, I'm not sure. Do you want to?" he asked.

"Maybe. We'll see!"

"There's no hurry. You do what you want." said Marlene.

The next few pages showed Simone in evening dress, swim 
suits and sports clothes, gradually growing older as the 
pages turned. Lauren thought she would have been about 
sixteen in her tennis outfit, showing her well developed 
legs, a hint of frilly knickers and very evident nipples 
underneath her blouse. Her hair was shorter in the 
pictures, making her look a lot younger. Jim turned the 
page and drew breath quickly. 

The next two pictures showed Simone back in the studio, 
sitting on the white chair that he knew so well, naked with 
her legs pulled right up to her face so that the shape of 
her vagina was clearly obvious between her legs, without 
showing too much detail except a little of her pubic hair. 
In the second photo, Simone was peeking from behind her 
legs, smiling straight into the camera. Lauren had never 
seen such a beautiful girl naked, and looked at the perfect 
shape of her legs, the way her arms curled around them and 
the cheeky grin on her face as she smiled. Her hair fell 
straight from her head, framing her cheeks and adding 
contrast against her faultless skin. 

"I'm going to start printing the pictures we took this 
afternoon, you three can carry on. Just shout if you need 
me!" said Marlene, entering the darkroom.


Chapter 30

Lauren turned the page. The next set of photos showed 
Simone with a young boy, maybe slightly older than Jim, but 
nonetheless still a young teenager. They were both naked to 
the waist, holding each other in their arms, and just 
touching their lips together in a kiss. On some photos, 
Simone had her head on his shoulder, while on others she 
looked straight up into his eyes. Turning the page, they 
saw her again, this time doing the same thing with a young 
girl, about the same age as Simone would have been.

"Marlene wanted me to try both on the same day to 
understand the differences of working with both boys and 
girls in the nude. We had a real laugh that day but didn't 
get very much work done!" said Simone, smiling at the 
memory. She turned the page to show herself now naked with 
the boy. She lay almost flat on the floor while the boy 
held both her hands in an effort to pull her up. Her firm 
breasts pushed out towards him, while her vagina was mainly 
hidden from the camera. Again, the next page showed the 
same, but with the girl pulling her off the floor.

Finally, the last few pages showed the boys cock, poised at 
the entrance to her vagina and then halfway inside her, 
with Simone's eyes closed and a smile evident on her face. 
The pose was full of power without being rough, his 
position loving as he looked down on her.

The last two pages showed four photos; the other girl with 
her hand covering Simone's vagina, and then with a single 
finger inside her. The facing page showed them in a sixty-
nine position, with the focus centered on the girls tongue 
as it touched Simone's clitoris, and finally a shot of the 
two girls kissing gently in each other's arms.

"They're amazing! You're so beautiful" said Lauren, 
enthralled by the album.

"That's over about four years, and of course you don't see 
the hundreds and hundreds that didn't work." Simone smiled, 
closing the book and returning it to the filing cabinet. 
They both accepted more champagne when Simone offered as 
she refilled their glasses. "We should have something to 
eat sometime. Do you want to do some photos or have some of 
Marlene's lasagna?" asked Simone, sitting back on the edge 
of the desk. She made no attempt to cross her legs in front 
of Jim who had a glorious view between her legs.

"I'd like to do some photos. Will you do some with me?" she 
asked, turning to Jim.

"Well, I don't know. I don't mind doing some, but not, you 
know, all the way." he replied, looking imploringly at 
Lauren and Simone.

"It would look good in your portfolio if you did some boy-
girl stuff" advised Simone.

"Please, just a few. Go on!" pleaded Lauren.

"OK, but we'll stop when I've had enough."

"Great, you're a star. Come on" she said, taking her wine 
in one hand and Jim in the other.

Simone knocked on the door of the darkroom and shouted to 
Marlene, just to let her know that her services were 
required in the studio. They all trooped back into the 
room, Jim having a good look around as his eyes adjusted to 
the glare. Lauren skipped over to centre stage and held out 
her hand for Jim to join her.

"Let's set up the stool and try out a few poses with just 
Lauren" said Simone, pulling the stool onto the white floor 
and pushing it towards the yellow mark. She showed her how 
to lie on the stool, and even demonstrated herself how she 
had posed for the portfolio shots. Lauren lay down and 
copied her, although the effect dressed as she was in the 
skirt and blouse was less than erotic. Simone repeatedly 
checked the pose, moving an arm or foot and then retreating 
towards the camera until she was happy.

"Right, remember that!" she said. "Now, this is what I 
suggest. You do a few naked on your own on the stool, then 
you and Jim can do some topless. The you and I can do the 
same, and finish with us both naked, and me pulling you off 
the ground. Then you'll have roughly the same set as me. 
OK?"

"Yeah. Shall we start?" asked Lauren, standing up and 
wandering over to her champagne. She took a deep swig and 
put the glass back on the floor, wobbling slightly as she 
stood back up.

"Yup, off you go. This one is just you, lying on the stool 
on your back." advised Simone, standing behind the camera 
as Marlene joined them. Lauren turned her back to the 
camera and undid her blouse, letting it fall from her 
shoulders before throwing it away from her. She then 
slipped off the skirt and pulled down her knickers, again 
making sure they landed away from the white floor. 

Carefully, she sat back down on the stool and leaned back 
so that her feet touched the ground and her head fell 
backwards over the edge of the stool on the other side. As 
she stretched out behind her, Simone moved towards her.

"This won't work with your hair, it's too strong. I'll find 
you a big hat, hang on" said Simone, entering the clothes 
room and emerging seconds later with a wide-brimmed boater. 

"Try this, lean up!" Lauren sat up and pulled the hat into 
place. As she leaned back again, the hat threatened to fall 
off. 

"You can keep one hand on it without spoiling the effect, I 
think." said Marlene.

Lauren leaned right back and assumed the pose, one hand on 
her head holding the hat in place with the other right out 
behind her, trailing onto the floor. The subtle peaks of 
her breasts were evident against the flatness of her 
stomach, as was the tiny wisp of hair that marked the 
beginning of her sex. After several flashes, Simone walked 
onto the set and examined how she was laying. She 
rearranged her right leg so that it bent at the knee and 
tilted the hat slightly. Three more flashes, and Simone 
returned again.

"You'll need to get your nipples firmer. Can you do it?" 
she asked.

"Like this?"

"Yes, look here" said Simone, tweaking her other nipple and 
feeling it harden to her touch. She knelt down to see how 
the nipples looked in profile. "Great, two more!" Marlene 
actually took another six before Simone announced that Jim 
should join Lauren, just kneeling to her right on the other 
side from the camera, holding her right hand.

"Look into her eyes" said Marlene as another couple of 
flashes made him blink. 

"Lauren, undo the buttons on his shirt," said Simone, 
walking over to the makeup table and returning with a big 
hairbrush for Jim. She made him look much tidier and took 
some time to stand at Lauren's feet and survey the scene. 
"OK, now touch his chest, Lauren."

The session continued, Jim holding Lauren in his arms as 
she sat up, then kissing her as his shirt came off. They 
stood up, Lauren naked and oblivious to the camera, as they 
kissed and Jim touched her breasts, the camera flashing all 
the while. 

"Jim, take your trousers off and hold her close to you. 
Lauren, put your knickers back on for a while." suggested 
Simone.

"I don't think I want to do anymore" he said 
apologetically.

"Oh come on, just a bit more!" said Lauren, pulling her 
knickers up.

Jim thought for a moment before replying that he would do a 
few more, but not many. Simone returned and pulled Lauren 
up so that she stood next to Jim who was still kneeling in 
front of her.

"Jim, pull her knickers down a few inches. Lauren, turn 
towards the camera a little more." said Simone as the 
camera flashed madly. Simone dived in quickly to edge his 
face closer to her pubic hair, stepping away as Marlene 
took another series of shots. Jim relaxed slightly, 
relieved that she was not being called upon to perform 
anything against his will, and moved closer to kiss the 
beginning of Lauren's light covering of hair. Lauren pulled 
him into her, the camera recording the sight of her little 
breasts leading to her flat stomach, with her boyfriend's 
face hard against her vagina.

"Jim, stand up, and now you, Lauren, kneel down. You need 
to look like you're worshipping him. Great, that's it." 

Simone paused momentarily while Marlene loaded another 
film. "Right, now bring his trousers down a few inches."

Lauren undid his trouser buttons and fly as she looked up 
into his eyes. She was clearly fired up by the occasion, 
while he still showed reluctance at proceeding much 
further. He inhaled deeply though as she ran her hand up 
his cock, touching him through his underpants.

"Lovely, look into his eyes again as you do that!" Lauren 
looked up obligingly, but was concerned by the look on his 
face. "Lauren, where is your left hand? What's it doing 
there? You're supposed to be dying to rip his clothes off, 
not measuring him for a new pair of trousers! Let me look 
at you" said Simone, returning to the scene and looking at 
the two children. Jim stood quite still, his cock trying to 
poke out from the side of his underpants while Lauren was 
clearly uncomfortable kneeling on the floor.

"Lauren, sit on your bottom so that you look happier" 
ordered Simone, kneeling down with Lauren. Without warning, 
she pushed her hand down Jim's underpants and moved his 
cock so that it stood straight up. He squealed from the 
surprise intrusion, not withdrawing but wobbling on his 
feet. Lauren smiled as the tip of his cock poked over his 
waistband. The outline of his weapon maddened her and she 
knew that there was a sizable damp spot growing between her 
legs. Simone disappeared back to the camera, and the 
flashes resumed.

"Jim, do you want to do any more?" asked Marlene.

"I think that's enough, actually, thanks." he replied.

"OK, now I'll do some with you, Lauren. Stand up straight" 
commanded Simone as she exchanged places with Jim. She 
pulled the naked little girl towards her, allowing her long 
dark hair to fall between them, partially covering Lauren's 
little breasts. Lauren could feel the warmth of her 
cashmere jumper, and the firmness of her chest intrigued 
her beyond measure. She looked up slightly into Simone's 
eyes as she felt her arms fold around her tightly. The 
camera flashed again while Simone arranged the boater on 
her head and smiled at her.

After a few shots, Simone unlocked herself from their 
embrace and pulled her jumper over her head, revealing her 
white lace bra. They returned to the same pose and another 
few moments were recorded in history. Simone asked Lauren 
to undo the little clasp at the front of her bra, watching 
as it fell to the ground. The camera recorded the event. 
Lauren stared down at her breasts and saw that they were 
perfect in every detail. 

She could imagine (quite correctly) that they were 
perfectly formed as they grew from just below her collar 
bone downwards in a slightly concave shape to the nipple, 
and then in a convex, rounded fashion back to her upper 
chest. They were larger than Lauren's, but not much more 
than a 36B. The temptation to reach up and touch them 
proved too great, and as she did so, the camera again 
flashed a number of times. Simone leaned down slightly and 
caressed her neck, tilting Lauren's head up as their lips 
met. Lauren felt light-headed as her legs refused to 
support her body. The wine and lack of food were taking 
their toll as she held Simone's arm, sinking onto the 
stool.

"God, I feel so weird. I think I need something to eat 
soon," she said, sitting on the stool.

"OK, let's just finish this and then we can have tea," said 
Simone. She turned towards Lauren. "Take this skirt off and 
pull my knickers down a bit."

Lauren helped her out of the remainder of her clothes, 
shaking her head very slightly in disbelief as she exposed 
Simone's vagina. She pulled at Simone's hand, dragging her 
down to whisper in her ear.

"Hey, I'm so wet and so wobbly!"

"So am I. Feel!" she giggled loudly.

Lauren slowly pushed a finger into the delightful valley 
between Simone's pussy lips, feeling the slickness and 
silky smoothness of her highly aroused state. The camera 
flashed madly, encouraging both girls to continue their 
intimacy. Simone placed her left foot beside Lauren on the 
stool, opening up her pussy and showing every wonderful 
fold to the camera. Lauren heard Marlene and Jim discussing 
the shot behind the lights, and she realised that he must 
be watching and able to see everything. In her muddled way, 
she wondered what he was thinking. Her mind refused to 
consider very much at all, and came up with the answer that 
there wasn't much to worry about.

"Let's do the floor shots, you lie down and I'll pull you 
up," suggested Simone, swinging her off the stool and onto 
the floor. Lauren lay on the cold studio and looked up at 
the lights which were clearly moving around, their heat 
beating down on her body until Simone appeared above her, 
replacing their bright glare with the dark view of her 
pussy and now her very obvious clitoris. They joined hands 
and Simone pulled her so that her head fell back, her right 
leg bent as she remembered from the photos earlier. Lauren 
counted more than ten flashes while Simone held both hands, 
then just one, and finally squatted down and pulled her 
upwards with her hand behind her neck, her face almost 
between her legs.

Simone swapped places and lay on the floor, but Lauren was 
suffering as the room spun uncontrollably and she fought to 
keep her balance.

"Are you OK, Lori?" asked Jim.

"I just need something to eat. Some chocolate or something. 
If I don't get energy sort of foods then I get really 
wobbly." She had just finished the words when Jim caught 
her as her legs started to buckle underneath her. Simone 
jumped up and they carried her from the studio into the 
reception area, laying her down on the long sofa. After 
Jim's initial concern had subsided, he realised that he was 
sitting next to a naked thirteen-year old in his underpants 
with an indecent bulge evident to everyone, while a 
gorgeous naked twenty-five year old beauty stood beside 
him, close enough for him to recognise the wonderful smell 
of pure sex.

"Close your eyes, Lori. Marlene is making some hot 
chocolate that should do the trick," said Jim, holding her 
hand. Lauren half closed her eyes, her head quite still as 
she held onto the sofa. Jim looked up at Simone who smiled 
back, putting her hand on his shoulder. He fought hard to 
keep his eyes from drifting, but to no effect as his gaze 
moved from her eyes to her lips, down over her breasts and 
finally came to rest between her slightly parted legs. She 
watched him carefully, squeezing his shoulder in 
encouragement as she sat down behind him, out of sight of 
Lauren. 

He turned so that he could continue to hold her hand, while 
watching her settle down behind him, one foot on the floor 
and the other on the sofa. Her pussy was now completely in 
view, her right hand moving over her stomach to seek out 
her pubic hair and then down onwards to her clitoris and 
labia. 

Jim watched, unaware that his mouth was now slightly open. 
Any idea his cock might have had about having a rest 
vanished as she rubbed her vagina with the palm of her hand 
and leaned back with her eyes closed.

Marlene brought Lauren's hot chocolate in, deliberately 
ignoring Simone's activities. They all helped her to sit up 
and sip the drink, in between chunks from a large Toblerone 
bar. Marlene draped a green, wholesome looking dressing 
gown over her shoulders to keep her warm.

"Think you're better have a rest. Lack of food, excitement 
and drink don't always go together, you know," said 
Marlene. "You should have a little sleep. It's only four 
o'clock. We'll wake you at five."

"I'd like to. I'm sorry, Jim!" she said quietly, accepting 
a helping hand from Marlene as she pulled on the dressing 
gown and warily got to her feet. Jim and Simone waved good-
bye as she tramped off up the stairs.

As she lay in the bed, feeling slightly better but still 
aware that she had drunk too much, she could her voices and 
laughter from below. She thought about the beauty of Simone 
and how wonderful it had been just to feel her breasts. She 
also considered what Jim could be doing downstairs, and 
whether Simone had put some clothes on yet. But then she 
distinctly heard the sound of pots and pans from the 
kitchen. Pleased with the thought that they were all 
helping with the evening meal, she drifted off into much 
needed sleep.

She awoke slowly, searching the room for signs of 
familiarity until she realised that she was not in her own 
bedroom but at Marlene's house. She looked towards the 
window and saw that it was still daytime, recalling that 
she had left the others downstairs for a quick afternoon 
sleep. Curling into a ball, she pulled the covers around 
her chin and smiled. She was excited by the thought of 
having her own portfolio, especially with Jim featuring in 
part of it, and the lovely Simone as well. She found the 
dressing gown and stood up, pulling on the robe and 
clumping downstairs into the reception area.

"Hey, how do you feel?" asked Jim, walking over to her with 
concern on his face. He was now dressed again, trousers and 
shirt covering the body that Lauren wanted to hold so tight 
an hour ago. Simone was dressed in a red silk robe that 
looked like a Japanese kimono that came down to mid-thigh, 
tied at the waist with a red silk belt. Lauren guessed that 
she had no knickers on, and was equally sure that she would 
find out before the end of the evening.

"I had a lovely sleep. I'm fine! Did I miss anything?"

"We - Jim and I that is - had a long talk, and he wants to 
finish the photo set just like mine if you want to," said 
Simone, looking at Jim for confirmation.

"Oh great, thanks!" said Lauren, sitting on the sofa and 
kissing Jim on the lips. She looked at him lovingly, 
resting her hand on his thigh and her head on his shoulder.

"Well, maybe just a few, and Simone wanted to do some more 
for hers, so I said I would, just this once." he said.

The implication that Jim might have sex with Simone and 
herself was upsetting to her. She looked bewildered as she 
turned over in her mind the risks that she was running in 
agreeing to the proposal. She had little choice, as she 
felt sure that she could hardly forbid them to pose 
together. Her concern that Jim might run away with Simone 
after finding her sexier was the major worry, for surely 
she could not compete with the experience, looks or sheer 
presence of Simone.

"Hey, we'll only do a couple and then you can have him back 
for ever!" said Simone, kneeling down in front of Lauren 
and holding her hands.

Lauren visibly cheered up. "That's OK, I trust him. I trust 
you all!"

"Let's have some tea then and well do a few more 
afterwards. Then we can relax and you two lovers can 
disappear upstairs," said Marlene, walking out of the room. 
"Come on!"

Dinner was served in the dining room around an old square 
wooden table. The room, in Lauren's opinion, was ghastly, 
suffering from an over-abundance of wood carvings, trinkets 
and holiday momentoes that added up to pure annoyance. She 
sat opposite Jim and amused herself by rubbing her foot 
over his leg but unsuccessfully reaching any further. The 
lasagna was expertly made, and Lauren was in the mood for 
food. Her light-headedness had gone, but there was still a 
feeling of emptiness inside her that gradually evaporated 
with the second helping.

Marlene had also made a long, thickly-filled apple strudel 
that steamed wildly as she brought it in from the kitchen. 
They all covered their portions with cream and ate 
silently, washing the food down with wine or, in the case 
of Lauren, Perrier. Finally, Marlene brought in a 
cheeseboard and biscuits, which were also well received and 
munched as the conversation returned.

"Hey, it's eight o'clock! We'd better get going!" said 
Marlene, rising to clear away the dishes. They all helped 
her carry the plates through to the kitchen, and Marlene 
washed up while Lauren and Jim dried. Simone took the 
plates and cutlery, returning them to the respective 
drawers and cupboards. 

It was while she was reaching up to put the plates back 
onto the top shelf of the wall-cupboard that Lauren saw her 
kimono rise up, way over her bottom, revealing her pussy 
and the tempting gap between her shapely legs. Unable to 
reach the shelf, she put her right knee on the worktop, 
spreading her legs so that her pussy almost rested on the 
surface. Jim also saw the exhibition, his eyes bulging 
slightly as he returned to his duties. 

A surge of excitement ran through Lauren's stomach, and she 
found herself moving towards Simone, placing her hands on 
her hips to steady her.

Chapter 31

"Oh, that's great. Thanks!" said Simone, as the plate 
clattered on top of the others on the shelf. She slid back 
down while Lauren continued to hold her hips, gladly 
accepted another plate from Jim, and repeated the exercise 
while Jim watched.

With their duties complete, Jim and Lauren followed her 
into the studio. They sat around the stool and Simone 
discussed what she thought they might do.

"I only need a couple of photos for mine, and Lauren, 
you'll need about ten so that you can choose two or three. 
How does that sound?" asked Simone.

"OK" said Lauren.

"Now, any thoughts about poses?" she asked looking 
alternately at Lauren and Jim.

"Can you both be in mine somehow, I'd like that" suggested 
Lauren.

"Well, I could hold you while Jim pushes into you. That 
could be interesting. Or how about a variation of what we 
did before? I could stand over you both while he enters 
you, and you could hold my hand as though you're trying to 
escape?" she suggested.

"Yeah, let's try the first one!" said Lauren, swinging 
round to face Jim. Simone sat behind Lauren, and pulled her 
close. Jim knelt between Lauren's parted legs just as 
Marlene entered the studio.

"That's quite interesting, but Simone, you'll need the 
stool behind you or you'll get too tired like that. Here, 
I'll do it." she said, dragging the stool into position. 
She walked around the three of them, nodding and moving 
arms and legs. "OK, now let's do the photo's."

Simone looked at Jim. "We'll both help take your clothes 
off, that'll help you get in the mood!" she said, undoing 
the buttons of his shirt while Lauren sought the zip of his 
trousers. He stood while the two girls knelt in front of 
him, smiling down at Lauren as she pulled his trousers down 
to his ankles and returned to feel his stiff cock through 
his underpants. Simone pulled at his sleeves as he wriggled 
out of the shirt, letting it fall to the studio floor just 
as his underpants reached his knees.

"Oh God! You're so big!" exclaimed Lauren.

"Jeeze, that's something else" said Simone, quietly, as she 
looked at his big cock and the bulging veins that stuck out 
from it. It throbbed as though it had a life of it's own, 
bobbing up and down as the foreskin stretched back slightly 
to reveal part of the purple head. 

Simone stood in front of him and offered him the silk cord 
around her waist. He pulled slowly, the knot popping undone 
to allow the sides of the robe to part. Her breasts stood 
firm in front of him, the nipples looking slightly hard as 
she let the red kimono drop to the floor. Her hair fell 
naturally over her shoulders, covering a little of her 
breasts, but not enough to obscure their perfect form.

He turned to Lauren, and pulled her into a standing 
position. Her eyes traveled up from his proud cock, over 
his chest and into his eyes. She smiled wickedly, her 
reservations forgotten as he tugged at the heavy green 
dressing gown. Her small breasts came into view as his eyes 
fixed on the wisps of pubic hair below that covered the 
beginning of her pubic area. She pulled him close to her 
body, and felt the warmth of his skin against hers. As she 
kissed him firmly on the lips, her hands ran round to his 
bottom, parting the cheeks and massaging him, pulling him 
closer so that his cock dug into her stomach, announcing 
that it was anxious for action.

Simone sat back down on the floor and leaned against the 
stool, spreading her legs to accommodate Lauren between 
them. As she leaned back against the older girl, Lauren 
bent her legs slightly and looked up at Jim invitingly. 
Simone wrapped her left arm across Lauren's chest, holding 
her tight while allowing her right hand to caress the side 
of her face. 

Lauren looked up at Simone, parting her lips in invitation. 
The two girls kissed passionately while Jim knelt and 
watched, enthralled. Lauren turned to him, reaching out for 
his cock as her legs parted wider. Simone reached down to 
hold her behind her knees as Lauren leaned hard into her, 
squashing her breasts. Lauren suddenly realised that the 
camera had been flashing almost continually since they 
started to undress, and felt grateful and even more excited 
at the prospect of reviewing the series of photos.

Jim was now poised to enter her, his big cock touching her, 
spreading her inner folds and causing ripples of pleasure 
to run through her young body in anticipation.

"Lauren, put your hands behind my neck!" whispered Simone. 
She obliged, giving the camera the opportunity to show all 
her chest, and an uninterrupted view of his stiff weapon 
poised for battle. Simone cupped her right breast, teasing 
the nipple. "OK, I think we're ready!"

Jim slowly entered her, the feeling of pain returning to 
her vagina and her memory as she recalled their last 
encounter, so many days ago. She had dreamed of this 
moment, but could not have imagined that two other women 
would have been watching as he entered further, slowly, 
inch by inch into her tiny tunnel. The camera flashed 
wildly as he finally struck home, his full six or seven 
inches embedded within her, his balls resting against the 
cheeks of her bottom as it squashed out on the studio 
floor.

Lauren arched her back, looking above her at Simone as she 
held her even tighter.

"OK, that's enough. I've got about fifty!" shouted Marlene. 

Jim withdrew slowly as Simone released her grip. Lauren 
watched his cock coming out of her, stunned that so much 
could have been inside her. She thought about her hairbrush 
and her concerns about how far she had pushed that into 
herself. This was twice the length, and definitely fatter. 
As the purple bulb came out, the lips seemed to refuse to 
let go, following it until all that held them together was 
a string of their juices. 

"More later. Please" she said, pulling him towards her and 
kissing the tip of his cock.

"Lori, you're amazing!" he said.

"OK, now let's swap, I need roughly the same thing but I 
think you should just kneel by my side, Lauren, in case I 
squash you against the stool."

Simone stayed where she was as Lauren came round and sat in 
line with her breasts. Jim took the initiative and parted 
Simone's legs, his pounding cock still rigid to attention 
and well lubricated from its last encounter. Simone took it 
in her hand, and tasted the juices. 

"I can taste you both."

She pulled him towards her and looked over to Lauren on her 
right, indicating that she wanted to kiss her. The camera 
started again as he laid his cock against her wet entrance, 
battling against his impulse to plunge into her as hard as 
he could. Simone's tongue explored the young smooth lips of 
the little girl as Jim, without further encouragement, 
slowly started to enter her. 

The expression on her face changed from rapture to one of 
surprise then pain as he pushed firmly, relentlessly, as 
her legs parted as far as possible to allow him in. She 
shrieked as he moved slightly, making the angle of entry 
better for them both. Simone took Lauren's head in her 
hands, for both support and comfort, but also to kiss her 
hard on the lips and feel Lauren's tongue explore her 
mouth. Lauren's right hand traveled down to her breast, 
following the wonderful contours until she had the nipple 
between her fingers. 

Jim remained motionless, deciding that pumping was not 
required in order to obtain the best pictures, and while 
Simone might have agreed if asked, the look on her face 
told a completely different story.

"That's it. Thank you all!" shouted Marlene. As Jim eased 
out of her, the studio lights dimmed. Lauren felt cold 
suddenly and reached for the green dressing gown she had 
been wearing. Jim withdrew as the air inside Simone's 
vagina suddenly escaped, causing them all to giggle. They 
dressed and returned to the reception area, flopping down 
on the sofa with smiles on their faces.

"You two make a wonderful couple, you know!" said Simone, 
grinning at Jim and Lauren. "Don't you find it painful when 
you do it, Lauren? I know I did, but it's great!"

"Yes, but he's so lovely!" she said, cuddling up to her 
man.

"Hey, it's almost ten o'clock. You two can go on up if you 
want. I'll get these done for the morning" said Marlene, 
holding three reels of film.

"OK, thanks. Come on, lover!" said Lauren, taking him by 
the hand. Simone sat on the sofa, her legs curled up tight 
against her bottom, still looking like a million dollars.

"See you in the morning. Don't worry about the time, just 
get up when you want. You're in the same bed as this 
afternoon, Lauren." said Marlene.

They both gave their thanks again for a memorable day, and 
climbed the stairs, hand in hand. Lauren picked up her bag 
and pulled out the pyjamas that she had been forced to 
bring. She felt relieved that she would have something to 
wear in bed, even if they were less than fashionable. She 
watched Jim stand beside the bed, his muscular back turned 
towards her, as he pulled off his shirt and did up his own 
pyjama tops. She was amused at the speed at which he 
undressed, and knew that it was out of embarrassment rather 
than to get into bed as quickly as possible. His cute 
bottom was covered eventually by the blue pyjamas as he 
pulled the bedclothes back and jumped in.

Lauren took her time. She was far from sleepy following her 
little rest earlier that evening. The excitement bubbled 
inside her, mixed with a fear of what was about to happen. 
She knew that her parents would be furious to the point of 
keeping her locked in the house if they ever found out, and 
that thought in itself produced a flutter to ripple through 
her. She stripped, feeling totally at ease with Jim as he 
rolled over and looked at her body. She smiled at him as 
her heart thumped loudly in her chest.

"You're beautiful" he whispered.

"I won't be in a minute," she said, blushing. "Just wait 
`till you see my pyjamas!"

She walked across to the door and flicked off the light. 
Moonlight shone through the window. She drew the curtains 
so that a bright band of light shone across the middle of 
the bed. She could make out his features easily, and saw 
him smiling at her as she slipped into her pyjamas. She 
adjusted the pillow and lay down close to him. She pulled 
the sheets up to her chin. Lauren stared into his eyes, not 
wanting to make the first move.

"What time do we have to be up tomorrow?" he asked.

"I need to be back in Andleburg at about eleven. I'll call 
my parents from Nikki's."

Her mind was far from the conversation. She recalled that 
this was the moment that girls at school had talked about 
for so long. The first whole night with a boy. And there 
she was, lying next to her boyfriend. She could hear him 
breathing. He was real. No fantasy and no sudden rude 
awakening from her dreams. No need to use her fingers on 
herself tonight. She wondered if she loved him, and was 
sure that the feeling inside her was so outrageously 
wonderful that it just to be. She could easily see the 
shape of his head and nose, silhouetted against the 
brilliant moonlight. The sheets moved as his arm curled 
around her neck, pulling her gently towards him.

She nestled into him, resting her head on his shoulder as 
her hand found his chest. She closed her eyes, soaking up 
the wondrous feeling of being together with him once again, 
of being able to choreograph her entire performance without 
a script, at liberty to do whatever she wanted at her own 
pace. 

The visual stimulation of a naked boy was now replaced by 
the signals coming from her hands as they toured his firm 
flesh, her imagination reconstructing and strengthening 
this image as she learned more with every touch of her 
fingers. She felt his warm breath over her skin as he moved 
slowly towards her, resting his hand on her cheek, trailing 
his fingers through her hair. He pulled her closer, his 
lips touching hers. 

Lauren's hand wandered over his shoulder and round his 
back, confirming further her desire to be close to him. 
They embraced for several minutes, exploring, learning and 
enjoying the feeling of freedom and exploration of 
uncharted territory. 

His fingers glided slowly from her face to her collarbone, 
tracing the line from her shoulder to the top of the young 
valley between her breasts. The hand encountered the top 
button of her pyjamas and deftly undid it. She inhaled 
deeply, pushing her knee between his legs, feeling his hand 
exploring her body as though for the very first time. Jim 
responded by resting his leg over her thigh, his hard cock 
gently nudging against her. 

They embraced longingly, exploring each others lips until 
he introduced the tip of his tongue between her lips, 
tasting her again, meeting her tongue as they embraced 
passionately, their breathing synchronised as they entwined 
in each other's arms. Jim undid a second button, allowing 
him a view of her young breasts. 

He pushed the pyjamas off her shoulders, straining the 
material as he kissed her chin, her ears, her neck and then 
her nipple. Lauren arched her back, thrusting herself to 
meet his caresses as he lapped over her erect nipples, 
licked around her young mounds, probing and teasing with 
his tongue.

Her hand explored further down his back, resting briefly on 
his thigh before continuing its journey over his bottom and 
between his legs. 

She couldn't reach his cock, and Jim made no attempt to 
help her so she returned her attention to his thighs while 
he kissed her breasts one last time before moving lower, 
undoing the remaining buttons on his travels past her 
navel. She threw off the pyjama tops and held his head in 
her hands, her eyes closed tight as her breathing relaxed 
while her heart worked overtime. She rolled onto her back 
affording him perfect access to her pyjama trousers. His 
tongue probed wickedly underneath the elastic waistband as 
his hands ran up and down her long legs, eventually finding 
the single button that loosened the penultimate barrier to 
her sex.

He slowly pulled her trousers down past her knees and 
returned his attention to her little white knickers. He 
felt his way around them, licking inside her thighs as the 
damp spot brushed against his cheek and the smell of young 
sex entered his nostrils. Louder and louder she moaned as 
his firm tongue approached her pussy, her hips moving to 
force him into her. He got to his knees and leaned over 
her, opening her legs wider with his hands as he ran his 
tongue along the length of her knickers, starting at the 
waistband, passing over her clitoris and down over the wet 
valley of her pussy. He pushed his hand underneath her 
bottom and pulled at her knickers, loosening them enough so 
that he could probe underneath the material covering her 
pussy.

"Oh God, Jim!" she moaned, gripping his head, pulling at 
his curls.

"Are you sore?"

"No, please! Please..." she cried, opening her legs as wide 
as she could.

He pulled the gusset to one side, exposing both of her wet 
pussy lips. His saliva dribbled along the length of her 
most intimate area, drenching her clitoris and flooding the 
entrance to her sex. His tongue flicked at her clitoris 
briefly before moving down, searching out the secret 
opening, pushing and experimenting until it was rewarded by 
the yielding door and a groan from Lauren. 

He pulled again at the back of her knickers, revealing more 
of her beauty as her knickers reached mid-thigh. He brought 
her legs together, leaving the knickers in place, and 
pushed her feet over so that her knees almost rested on her 
chest. Her wet young pussy was bare as he leaned over her 
again, catching her legs so that he could lick and caress 
her with his tongue from her vagina all the way to her 
anus. 

The saliva dribbled down as he turned his attention to her 
little brown opening. Lauren was shocked and squirmed 
slightly as his tongue traveled the short distance from her 
sex. He licked lazy lines around her fundament, drawing 
closer as her inhibitions subsided. Lauren reached out and 
felt his thighs, needing to be able to touch part of him 
in case she wanted him to stop. She explored and found she 
needed little effort to free his huge cock from the 
confines of his pyjamas. 

She squealed at its size, gripping it tightly in her hand 
as his tongue found her hole. Gently, he explored, 
alternating between her vagina and her anus. She brought 
her own attention to the tip of his cock just as she 
realised that her orgasm was building.

His hand moved from her bottom to her anus as his tongue 
searched out her hot pussy. She felt a finger slowly 
explore the beginnings of her dark passageway and felt the 
glow as his finger slid inside. His tongue pushed hard 
inside her vagina, lapping at the warm wet walls. She shook 
slightly, her muscles and mind taking over her rational 
movements as the express train of her orgasm approached. 

She gripped the back of her legs and pulled them closer to 
her chest as it roared through her body, up through her 
vagina to her heart and then to her head, it's power and 
speed twisting her violently as she struggled to control 
herself. Jim pushed as deep as possible into her, his 
finger disappearing while his tongue continued to probe in 
and out of her vagina. Lauren slowly opened her legs, 
giving him access further up so that he could attend to her 
swollen clitoris. She exhaled loudly, searching once again 
for his cock as he withdrew his finger.

As her legs returned to the bed, he slid round to kiss her 
lips again, smiling as she opened her pretty eyes. She 
found the buttons on his pyjama tops and quickly undid 
them, allowing him to discard both parts and cuddle up to 
her once again. They kissed, lovingly, their hands 
exploring without bounds. Lauren looked down at his body 
and the statue of his cock in the moonlight. She slid along 
his chest until her tongue was able to flick at the tip. 

She found the traces of cum already there and pulled his 
foreskin down, licking around the great bulb as his legs 
parted. Her hand disappeared between his legs, searching 
out his anus while her tongue traveled the length of his 
shaft, probing his balls until resting and lapping at the 
little area before his brown hole. Jim squirmed and 
indicated that he wasn't too keen on progressing further, 
so Lauren returned to his cock, sucking him very gently, 
trying to remember to keep her teeth out of the way. She 
recalled the video that she had seen with Mike and Nikki 
and thought about what she should do next. With a natural 
movement, she swung her hips over his head and straddled 
him, while still keeping his cock in her mouth. 

"Lori, oh God!"

She sank down so that her pussy was inches from his mouth 
and took his cock in both hands. His legs bent as he placed 
his hands on her bottom cheeks, pulling her within range of 
his tongue. His cock throbbed wildly and Lauren recognised 
the sign of impending explosion.

"Wait!" she implored.

She swung round, guiding his cock very gently into her as 
she lowered herself down onto his thighs. He was bigger 
than ever, and she wondered if he would come before she had 
the chance to sample the whole length. It took less than a 
minute before she sat fully on his thighs, and a few test 
strokes until she felt confident that she could accommodate 
him entirely. She started rising and falling gently as he 
ran his hands over her thighs and up to her little breasts, 
the nipples fully aroused, poking out in all their glory. 

She rested her hands on his chest as she struck up a 
rhythm, feeling his length touching her deep inside as the 
flutter of a second orgasm announced it's presence. 

Head down, she increased her pace as he gripped under her 
arms, helping up and down as he swelled inside her. His 
legs parted slightly as he joined her thrusting and dug his 
fingers into her skin. She looked between her legs at the 
massive pole that kept appearing from inside her and felt 
her orgasm once again approaching. She let out a moan as he 
bucked violently into her and she came so sweetly as she 
felt the gush of his hot liquid filling her, spurt after 
spurt as his tool pulsed against the walls of her tunnel. 

She felt his cum over her thighs as it spilled from inside 
but continued to pump until he pulled her towards him, 
quietly kissing her sweaty forehead.

After several minutes, but before his cock subsided at all, 
they rolled onto their sides and he slipped out of her. His 
hand caressed her cheek and they embraced, smiling, 
exchanging unspoken nothings in the silence of the night. 

Lauren felt the trail of liquid oozing from inside her, and 
couldn't have cared less. She rolled onto her back, holding 
his hand, and gazed at the ceiling. She dreamed for several 
minutes before rolling back to rest her head on his chest. 

As they settled, and unknown to Jim, a small tear ran down 
her cheek and onto his chest as she hugged him close to her 
body, listening to the rapid pounding of his heart. 

"I love you," she said, quietly.

"Oh Lori, you're beautiful" he replied.

She drifted, dreaming of her family and Nikki, Rebecca and 
her grandmother, until finally the day's activities caught 
up with them both and they slept soundly.

Although Lauren woke a couple of times during the night 
(and checked to make sure Jim was still there) she didn't 
really feel fully ready for the day until ten, according to 
the old clock on the chest of drawers. She shook Jim, well 
aware that her mother might call Nikki's house to see what 
she intended to do, and whether she needed lunch. 

"Hey, time to get up, it's ten!"

"Mmn" he said, slowly realising where he was and reaching 
out for her. She nestled into him, pushing her arm under 
his head and pulling him closer. He rolled over towards 
her, surprising her as his rigid cock pushed against her 
stomach. She was torn between making love to him again or 
getting to the station as early as possible. Eventually, 
after some preliminary good-morning kisses, she sat up and 
swung onto his chest, shedding the bed clothes so that he 
saw her naked sitting above him. He looked down between her 
legs, obviously delighted to see the wonderful little pussy 
he had entered the previous night. 

"Time to get up, we need to get that train" she said, 
leaning down to kiss his lips. He held her waist and kissed 
her back, running his hands up to touch her breasts. "Hey, 
any more of that and we'll be here another night!"

They dressed and found Simone with Marlene in the reception 
area. Marlene had not quite finished the pictures, and so 
they agreed that they would both return sometime later the 
next week to see them.

"Oh, almost forgot. I put some more money into your box, 
but thought that you might like to have a savings account 
which would earn interest, so here, you can keep the book" 
said Marlene, handing her a grand savings bank passbook. "I 
used your name, but this address. Hope that's OK."

Lauren opened the passbook and saw her name, and the 
address of Marlene's house. She flicked the page and found 
the balance of the account stood at thirteen hundred Swiss 
francs. Lauren took very little time to realise that 
Marlene had paid her one thousand Swiss francs for the 
session the previous day, a ridiculously large amount for 
thirty pairs of knickers, she thought.

"Wow, are you sure?" she asked, beaming.

"Sure, that's about right!"

"Oh, thanks. That's great. Can I hang on to it?"

"Course." replied Marlene, pleased with her idea.

Lauren pocketed the bank book and once again they left for 
the station. Lauren called Nikki before she caught her 
train to make sure that there were no problems. She saw Jim 
heading over the bridge to his platform, waving continually 
until they lost sight of each other. She slumped back into 
the seat and watched the countryside change from little 
rows of houses and small factory units to verdant plains 
and wooded mountainsides. Her thoughts recollected the 
previous night's performance and her love making to her 
boyfriend which had been a completely different experience 
in a bed together, in the dark and without any time 
pressure at all. She determined that she would thank Nikki 
with an extra special present for being such a wonderful 
friend. 

She returned home at about midday and immediately went to 
her room to change her clothes and have a good wash. Later, 
down in the lounge she called Anne Marie, just to make sure 
that everything was still on schedule. She was so pleased 
to hear from her that she told her all about the 
preparations, the wedding cake and the flowers for the 
church. Lauren mentioned that she had seen Kristal and now 
had the dress at her house. Anne Marie asked her what she 
thought of Kristal, so Lauren carefully replied that she 
thought she was very kind and that they had spent quite a 
time talking about love and life in general.

They made arrangements that Lauren should get to Anne 
Marie's house at about nine thirty on the morning of the 
wedding, unless she wanted to stay the night before. Lauren 
declined her offer, too fond of her own bed to sleep in 
someone else's, unless, she thought, someone special would 
be with her. But she considered that the logistics of 
getting Jim to stay the night, and keeping it secret was 
just too much.


Chapter 32

Saturday 22nd August, 11am

Maurice Gisal drove very carefully round the hairpin bends 
that led from the valley up towards Anne Marie's village, 
even though he had been up there many times in all seasons. 
On the back seat was a small suitcase containing every 
conceivable piece of clothing that Lauren might require 
during some emergency, plus her overnight things in case 
she had to stay, plus makeup, a present, camera, spare film 
and her Cookie Monster dressing gown which was again 
pressed into service. Daniele, her mother, sat with the 
luggage in the back, steadying the bridesmaid's skirt and 
jacket that swung on a hook. Her shoes (which they had 
remembered as her father started the car), were also on the 
back seat. Lauren wore jeans, a white T-Shirt with a white 
bra underneath, and her usual pair of sandals, looking 
casual but clean and tidy - quite presentable in the eyes 
of her mother - for a thirteen year-old.

"Well, looks like she's going to have nice weather for it." 
said her mother.

"Has anyone met the lucky man. Lauren, you must have seen 
him?" asked her father, crawling round the corners at about 
5 km per hour.

"I saw a photo once when she asked me if I wanted to be 
bridesmaid, he seemed quite nice. Lives in Zurich, I think" 
replied Lauren.

"Just think, that'll be you soon, then you'll leave home 
and never even remember us" joked her mother.

"I'll come home to get my washing done, though"

"Yes, I know. Don't you worry, there's never any hurry to 
get married, for any reason."

"How old were you then, mum?"

"Oh, I was twenty-two. And your brother was born three 
years later, then you two years after that. It all seems so 
long ago and yet I don't know where all the years have 
gone!"

"Here we are, and there's the church where she's getting 
married," said her father. "I remember that, we've been to 
a Christening in there before. Can't think for the life of 
me who it was, though"

"Maurice, wasn't it that Italian couple's little boy? Don't 
really know why we were invited. Probably because you knew 
him from work"

There were three cars parked outside her house already, 
almost blocking the little lane that led further up the 
mountain. He parked just outside just as Lauren said that 
she didn't really need him now. He asked her to call when 
then wedding reception finished so that he could come and 
get her. Kissing her cheek, he took the bags from the back 
of the car while her mother helped her to get the luggage 
up the front door. Lauren watched as her mother got into 
the front passenger seat and the car turned in the 
driveway, waving good-bye as they retraced their route. 

Lauren pressed the doorbell twice to ensure it was heard 
over the music and laughter coming from inside the little 
house, and waited expectantly as she heard clomping noise 
of someone descending the wooden stairs within.

The door opened to reveal a girl about the same age as 
herself, dressed only in a towel wrapped around her body, 
knotted in front to cover the tiny mounds of her breasts.

"Hey, Lauren?" asked the girl.

"Yeah, are you Kirsten?

"Yeah, come in, we're all upstairs. Anne Marie is dressing, 
but there's another two hours yet before the photographer 
comes."

Lauren entered the small hallway, closing the door behind 
her, and gratefully accepted the help from Kirsten to get 
her things upstairs. At the top, she glanced to her left to 
see Anne Marie sitting in front of a vanity unit in her 
underwear.

"Hi, I'm here!" shouted Lauren.

"Oh, Lauren, how are you?" replied Anne Marie. Lauren was 
surprised to the point of being almost stunned. She had 
expected her to jump up and give her a big hug, but she 
remained seated and turned back towards the mirror, leaning 
forward to inspect her eyebrows.

"Er, fine. I'll get ready. Is everything alright?"

"Fine, thanks! You just worry about yourself." A feint 
smile flitted across her lips and disappeared as she again 
turned back to her makeup. Still startled, Lauren followed 
Kirsten, almost bumping into an old man who emerged from 
the toilet.

"S'cuse me" he said, going downstairs.

As they entered the spare bedroom, Lauren looked at 
Kirsten. 

"Who's he?" she asked, closing the door.

"Not sure. Been here about an hour. Seems to know AnneMarie 
somehow."

"Do you think AnneMarie's OK, she seems a bit concerned 
about something?"

"Probably just wedding day nerves. It's the most important 
day of her life, you know. At least, that's what my Mum 
says." replied Kirsten.

Kirsten was slightly shorter than Lauren, and looked like a 
very cute little girl, with high cheekbones and a rounded 
face that contained a small nose and twinkling blue eyes. 

Her blonde hair, cut short, curled slightly at the front. 
Lauren thought that she spent most of her days laughing and 
giggling, and was instantly reminded of Nikki.

"Hey, did Kristal make your skirt and jacket - she said 
there were going to be two?" asked Kirsten.

"Yes, it was finished about two weeks ago"

"She's nice. I had such a fun time at her house. Well, most 
of the time."

"I know. I didn't know she had left her husband so I put my 
foot in it a bit." said Lauren.

"Did she explain why?"

"Yeah. In great detail"

The girls looked at each other. Kirsten walked across the 
room to the bed and sat down, the towel parting to show her 
tanned legs. The unspoken communication between them 
confirmed in Lauren's mind that Kirsten too had been 
introduced to the washing game round at Kristal's house.

"Did you use her bathroom?" asked Kirsten.

"Yeah. Did you dress up?"

"No! What happened?"

"Oh, nothing much. Just tried on some other clothes, you 
know" answered Lauren.

"Hey, like what?"

"You know, underwear, that sort of thing"

"Want to hear what happened when I went round there?"

"Yeah then I'll tell you what happened to me. Go on"

Kirsten explained that she had been there three times, just 
like Lauren. Firstly to see the pattern, then for the first 
fitting, and then for the final one. Nothing had happened 
on the first visit, except that Kristal had measured her 
and commented on her figure. But Kristal had been wearing a 
short skirt and a see-through blouse.

"On the second visit, we had lunch and I had much to much 
to drink. We talked about her husband and the things they 
used to do before they were married. Did she tell you they 
had sex in an elevator at the mall one Sunday morning?"

"God, no!"

"Well, she did. Anyway, we talked and eventually she talked 
about her girlfriend who had washed her. So I suppose I 
agreed to see what it was like. Did you do that?"

"Yeah. Actually, I think it was great. I hadn't done much 
like that and it really felt different. That's when I tried 
on the underwear"

"Yeah, same here. She was so kind and considerate, there 
was no rush. Anyway, that was the second time. The third 
time was really weird. Again, I had lunch there and had 
some champagne which went to my head. We, you know, kissed 
and cuddled and I think I fell asleep, but remember waking 
up on a plastic sheet on her bed. Somehow, I agreed to her 
tying my feet and hands together, mainly because I was 
really randy and she was licking me all over. Then she 
poured gallons - well, quite a lot - of Baby Oil over me 
and massaged it into everywhere.

"Yeah, I had the same I think, but don't think I was tied 
up." said Lauren, now sitting next to her, enthralled by 
the similarity in the sexy story.

"Then from nowhere another dark haired girl appeared who 
looked a bit older, and they then both started to lick and 
prod me. It was OK at first, but I couldn't see this other 
girl, except that she had dark hair as I say, and was 
naked. I began to get scared, and asked them to stop, but 
Kristal said the best bit was about to happen. This other 
girl slid behind and underneath me as I lay there, and 
grabbed round my neck, then reached down and grabbed behind 
my knees, you see?"

"Yeah" Lauren shifted on the bed, trying to give more room 
for her pussy to breath and expand as she listened to the 
story.

"She pulled my legs right up against my chest so that 
Kristal could see right into my pussy. And then I saw that 
she had this enormous man's thing between her legs, which 
she pushed into me. I screamed and screamed, but Kristal 
just said to relax and the other girl held me so tight that 
I thought I'd stop breathing. Anyway, she did stop after a 
while, and I had to stay there while they did things to 
each other. 

Then I really did sleep and went home afterwards.

"Mine was similar, but there was only her. She tried this 
vibrator thing on me which sent me through the roof."

"Oh yeah, isn't that great?"

"Hmm, but I prefer my boyfriend doing it to me" said 
Lauren, running her hand through her brown wavy hair.

"Oh, you're lucky. I wish I had a boyfriend now. I did have 
one, sort of, about a year ago, but that was all. That's 
why I miss Kristal so much. I'm going to see her again on 
Monday morning for lunch. I said that I wanted the skirt 
altered for the summer!"

"What happened to your boyfriend?"

"It wasn't really a boyfriend, you know. It was a cousin 
who stayed with us from Germany last summer. He was sixteen 
and I needed to learn about boys, so we fooled around. I 
let him do it to me three times. It was OK. But Kristal was 
so different. I simply need more."

"But what if it starts to hurt?"

"I don't care. I thought about that, but the more it hurt, 
the more I liked it in the end. Not so much while they were 
hurting me, but when I came, God, it was amazing! Doesn't 
it make you wet just talking about it?"

"Yeah, and we had better stop because I've got some special 
underwear for today" said Lauren, opening her little 
suitcase and taking out the Dior knickers, bra and 
suspenders.

"Oh, wow, let me see!" said Kirsten, taking hold of the 
knickers and feeling them against her face. "They're 
lovely. They must have cost a fortune!"

"They were a present." Lauren thought that to add anymore 
might have been unkind.

"I'd like a boyfriend like that, who bought me lovely 
things. Perhaps one day."

Lauren pulled her T-Shirt over her head and threw it 
casually on the bed. She then slipped her tight jeans down 
her legs and tossed them on top.

"You're like me. You get wet so easily!" said Kirsten, 
looking directly at the gap between Lauren's legs. 

"I know. Sometimes I get like it just thinking about 
things."

"Me too, like now" said Kirsten. "Do you want to see?"

"No, not now. I need to get ready."

Kirsten trailed her hands between the folds of her towel 
and obviously found her pussy, inhaling sharply as her 
eyelids fluttered. 

Lauren was unsure what she should do. It was clear that the 
girl was in need to some sort of attention, but she didn't 
want to do anything, anxious to get dressed and look her 
best for the wedding. She saw the towel fall away from her 
body as the knot slipped undone, her round firm breasts 
like white icing surrounded by a tanned body. Her gaze 
followed Kirsten's hand down between her legs and saw she 
had wonderfully rounded little buttocks. 

Lauren instantly understood why Kristal would have found 
her attractive and could visualise the two - or three - of 
them locked entwined on the bed or patio. Lauren thought 
she should have been surprised at the total absence of 
pubic hair, but wasn't in the slightest, noting it with the 
same interest as she would have a scar or mole. The girl 
looked like a big baby doll, her mouth slightly open and 
her eyes half closed as she sat on the bed.

"Lauren, don't you find that you need to play with yourself 
all the time?

Lauren sat down on the bed beside her as Kirsten leaned 
back against the pillows and shed the remainder of her 
towel. 

"Well, no, not really. I think I do it about as much as 
anyone else, maybe a bit more." she offered.

"I just have to keep doing it." She paused, sitting up on 
the bed and looking at her thighs. "I'm in a real mess, I 
think."

"What do you mean?"

"I dunno, I just can't stop doing it now. Ever since I went 
round to Kristal's house I have to keep playing with 
myself. Sometimes I hit my pussy, like with my school 
ruler, until it hurts so much I cry." She looked down, her 
chest heaving as tears began to flow.

"But, that's terrible. Why can't you just stop? Just leave 
yourself alone?"

"I don't know. I'm so frightened. I just have to see her, 
like I'm drawn to her for some reason"

"Hey, that's OK. I'm not really very good at helping, you 
know, with that sort of thing. Listen, I think we should 
get ready -we need to look as beautiful as possible - you 
never know if there will be some great boys at the 
wedding," suggested Lauren.

Kirsten brightened up slightly at the mention of the boys 
and regained her modesty, pulling her towel back over her 
breasts.

Lauren shed her underwear to stand naked in front Kirsten. 
She reached into the suitcase and pulled out a pair of grey 
stockings, sat down again on the edge of the bed and rolled 
them onto her legs. Kirsten watched with a hint of 
jealousy, toying with her own randomly-selected underwear 
and the grey tights that had been provided for her. As 
Lauren stood up and turned, she felt the appreciative gaze 
of Kirsten all over her body, and defiantly teased her by 
parting her legs more than necessary and adjusting her 
suspenders, revealing her sweet, lightly-haired pussy, 
naked and tempting, to the drooling little girl on the bed. 

She took the bra from her suitcase and fastened it at the 
back, still pleased that Kirsten had hardly moved. With a 
flourish she pulled her knickers up to her waist and tut-
tutted as she pretended that the gusset was digging too 
tightly into the tops of her legs. She smiled at Kirsten 
sweetly, understanding what Kristal had meant about that 
strange feeling of power that came with wearing something 
so powerfully erotic. She felt almost jubilant, and more 
self-assured than she had for many months as she adjusted 
the material, the shape of her fingers visible through the 
fine material as she ran a finger over her warm pussy lips. 
Today, she decided, was also going to be her day, as well 
as Anne Marie's.

The photographer arrived on time, took a number of photos 
of Anne Marie dreamily looking out of the window holding 
her bouquet. The bridesmaids, with their somewhat un-
traditional skirt and jacket and small bouquets of wild 
mountain flowers looked beautiful. Both girls posed 
confidently, smiling as they looked at each other and 
reflected their genuine happiness on the occasion of their 
friend's wedding. Lauren stood at least three inches taller 
that Kirsten, her legs long for her age and their shape 
accentuated by the cool grey stockings and medium heels.

However, to her disappointment, Lauren barely exchanged ten 
words with Anne Marie as they waited to depart, and she 
grew increasingly concerned. Even though Anne Marie may be 
pre-occupied with her wedding day arrangements, she had 
been a friend of the Gisal family for most of her life, 
baby-sitting for Mike and Lauren since she could remember. 

Lauren was therefore pleased to be able to talk to Kirsten, 
but as the morning wore on, she became more and more 
irritated with the situation, and turned her frustration 
back onto Kirsten for having even involved her in her 
problems in the bedroom earlier that morning. Just before 
they had to leave for the church, Lauren thought she might 
tell Kirsten in no uncertain terms about the displeasure 
she felt, but as she looked at her, there was no doubting 
that the girl was cute, bubbly and fun to be with, and so, 
as usual, Lauren decided that she would be kind to her with 
regard her moment of need, and not mention it again. She 
did however still feel used, and reflected that her recent 
life of promiscuity may not be all fun and games.

As she crossed the road to the church, she wondered why she 
was so quick to allow people to trample over her and 
concluded that she was maybe the sort that saw the world 
through rose-tinted glasses, without ever considering that 
some of people might be less than scrupulous. Her day-
dreams led her to think about not only her times with 
Kristal, but also the photographic sessions with Marlene 
and Simone. In her mind it had seemed quite innocent at the 
time, and probably was even still. But the risk was 
something she had really not considered, and she vowed to 
do so from that moment onwards. She therefore decided that 
she would be a one-man girl and would treasure and preserve 
her relationship with Jim to the exclusion of all others. 

Her stomach churned when she thought about the last photo 
session, and how she had asked Jim to pose with her, naked 
in front of the cameras. Her walk slowed to a crawl as the 
implications shot through her mind; what did he think of 
her now, had she been so thoughtless that he would never 
call her again. As she walked through the graveyard, she 
hoped that since they had made love after the photos had 
been taken that he didn't really mind. There had certainly 
been passion in the morning before they got out of bed, and 
so her mind was partially put at ease. However, her 
conclusions about fidelity remained intact, although the 
strength of her convictions mellowed as an itch from the 
label of her suspender belt brought back delightful 
memories of Kristal.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here in this tiny church 
to witness the wonderful joining in matrimony of Anne Marie 
and Andre. We shall sing two hymns this morning, and I 
would ask you all to rise while we sing the first of these, 
Fight the Good Fight, number 146 in your red hymn books," 
said the Reverend, his cheeks matching the covers of the 
hymnals as he bellowed out the words from the altar. Lauren 
looked behind her to see about sixty or seventy people 
standing in the pews, all resplendent in their bright 
dresses and elegant suits. 

The service continued with solemn prayers for the bride and 
groom, and then the actual wedding ceremony was conducted, 
the voice of the Reverend filling the church and most of 
the neighbourhood. It was no surprise to Lauren that when 
he asked if anyone knew of any lawful impediment why Anne 
Marie and Andre could not be joined in holy matrimony, 
there was no sound at all.

"Marriage is something that is approached soberly, maturely 
and is not undertaken lightly. It is God's way of ensuring 
the continuation of his kingdom, and by his wish, the joy 
of children. Take heed that Anne Marie and Andre have 
considered these things when they repeat their vows in 
front of you and God today."

A child suddenly burst into tears in the second row, her 
mother rocking her in her arms. As the noise gradually 
competed with the Reverend the mother shook her until she 
remembered where she was, and tactfully withdrew outside 
into the sunshine. 

"Do you Andre Gesund, take this woman, Anne Marie Grob, to 
be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do" he replied. Lauren looked across to see the beads of 
sweat on his forehead, his fingers nervously toying with 
his hymnsheet. His features were bland, almost boyish, 
although he had a great shock of black hair that had 
apparently been combed once in his life and had never 
recovered, for it fell over his forehead in a tangle 
towards his eyes. His morning suit, however, was top 
quality, and even if it had been hired for the day, it was 
certainly an expensive looking outfit. Too bad, thought 
Lauren, that the shop didn't have his size.

"To have and to hold, for richer for poorer, in sickness 
and in health, from this day forward, till death do us 
part."

"I do," he said.

"And now, Anne Marie, do you take Andre Jacques Bertrand 
Gesund to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do" she replied. Lauren thought she was going to wet 
herself, and clearly from the congregation, there were 
others who found his name more than a little amusing. Even 
the Reverend raised his substantial eyebrows at him, 
seeking guidance from the groom rather than above this 
time.

"To have and to hold, for richer for poorer, in sickness 
and in health, from this day forward, till death do us 
part."


Chapter 33

"I do," she replied. The Best Man fumbled in his pocket for 
the rings and laid them on the Reverends order of service. 
The groom took the small diamond ring and gently placed it 
on Anne Marie's finger. It shone brilliantly even on the 
dim light of the church, and she realised that her life-
long baby-sitter and friend was almost married. Did she 
remember all those long evenings when her parents were out. 
Did she remember how she would tip-toe downstairs to sit 
with her and talk about grown-up things, watching late 
night television programs, and then shooting back to bed as 
the car headlights shone through the lounge window? 

Lauren thought that she might recall some of it, but 
apparently something was not right between herself and 
AnneMarie, and she realised that she was unlikely anymore 
until after their honeymoon. 

Anne Marie took the plain wedding band and pushed it over 
Andre's finger, tugging his fingertip in order to get it 
over his second knuckle.

"With the exchange of rings, and the vows they have taken 
amongst you, bear witness that Anne Marie and Andre have 
entered into a solemn oath. I now pronounce you man and 
wife," said the Reverend with a flourish of his hand.

They kissed gently at the altar and followed the Reverend 
to the office while the organist played an unknown 
variation of Mozart's Marriage of Figaro. Lauren and 
Kirsten followed behind, witnessing the register with the 
Best Man who turned out to have a modicum of wit and 
personality. She looked again at the groom, and noticed 
under his coat tails a large safety pin that held his 
trousers together. The Best Man, Jakob, caught her stare 
and smiled back wickedly, nodding.

The ensemble returned to the altar and made their way 
regally down the aisle towards the big double doors and the 
gravestones beyond. The official photographer had poll 
position in front of the door, but rapidly became 
frustrated as another ten relatives and friends began 
flashing away directly behind him while he did his best to 
arrange the guests.

He tried desperately to out-smart the others by moving 
quickly ahead, but the bride and groom were waylaid at the 
church door, turning this way and that, talking to Aunt 
Elsie (who nobody had seen in fifteen years) and then 
listening to friend of the family Jacques Souiller tell 
them about his gall bladder operation. Needless to say, by 
the time they caught up with the photographer (lurking in 
the bushes for that `unexpected natural shot') their real 
wish was to get on to the reception and have a drink. Mr. 
Souiller had clearly not finished, having only related up 
to the point where he had been given the pre-medication, 
and insisted on telling the remainder in the white Mercedes 
on the way to the hotel, climbing in and holding the door 
for Anne Marie and her new man. 

Gently, he was coaxed out and advised that there would be 
someone to help him shortly. The next couple of minutes saw 
a re-enactment of the Le Mans 24 hour race, as cars sped 
away, not caring which route they took, while the Reverend 
wandered out of his church clutching the pitiful 
collection.

During the endless photographs that appeared to be 
mandatory before the wedding breakfast, Lauren smiled for 
all she was worth, posed with Anne Marie and Andre, with 
Kirsten, with friends of Anne Marie and then in the larger 
group shots on the lawn of the hotel. Her jaw started to 
ache at about twelve o'clock, and by one o'clock the pain 
from her mouth was equal to that from her stomach. She 
tasted the first prawn at just after half past one, 
swallowing it without chewing despite the years of 
lectures. Her seat next to some of Andre's friends was 
ideal, as she could see across to Anne Marie and also the 
rest of the guests due to the way the tables had been 
arranged. 

She sipped her wine slowly, well aware of the problems that 
alcohol had caused her in the past few weeks, and surveyed 
the room. There were a few boys of her age, but nobody 
special. Perhaps that was just as well. She would have a 
good dance and meet lots of new people, then go home and 
curl up in her own little bed. The chicken a la something 
or other was another Swiss culinary first on a par with 
air-dried beef, the dark meat held down forcibly on the 
plate with pickles and vegetables of dubious parentage. The 
meal though did revive her energy level, something that had 
concerned her again in the morning, although possibly the 
adrenaline rush from the service had kept it in abeyance. 

She turned to Kirsten who was delicately munching her way 
through the salad like a council refuse cart and discussed 
school and her plans for what was left of the summer 
holidays. As she replied, Lauren watched her little mouth, 
thinking that perhaps she wasn't all doll-like. She sipped 
her wine, recalling their earlier encounter in the bedroom. 

She also remembered that she was wearing the suspenders and 
stockings, whereas Kirsten had only tatty old underwear. 
The thought sent a new surge of power through her bones, 
giving her conversation a new edge of authority as they 
discussed clothes, boys and the local towns. She opened her 
legs very slightly as she felt the familiar signs of 
arousal moving silently below, like unseen hands massaging 
and probing, warming, tickling and licking her as they left 
their wonderful trail of sweet stickiness in their wake.

After the meringue and fruit, cheese and biscuits followed, 
with coffee and mints rounding of the memorable meal. The 
Best Man lurched to his feet, laughing as he read what 
appeared to be his speech, banging the side of his glass 
with a serving spoon.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, it gives me great 
pleasure to welcome you all here today on behalf of 
AnneMarie and Andre. For some reason, Andre asked me to be 
his Best Man, I think as I've known him for so many years. 
Yes, I've known all his girlfriends, not in the same way, 
of course...." he paused as laughter rippled around 
the room..."and I'm pleased to see so many of you here 
today" Peals of laughter echoed round the restaurant.

"Eeer, I mean friends, not, you know, girlfriends!" He 
hiccuped loudly, smiling inanely to himself.

Lauren looked at Anne Marie's parents who were clearly 
putting a brave face on what had every sign of being one of 
the most embarrassing moments of their lives. She felt 
sorry for them as they smiled at Andre, no doubt thinking 
that they would rather have kept their daughter and not 
gained a son-in-law.

"I met Andre just after he moved into the same lodgings as 
me. It was after a particularly drunken party and I bumped 
into a young lady leaving his room. No doubt she had 
mistaken it for the ladies with all the visitors it had."

Lauren, along with half the guests, was now convinced that 
the title of Best Man was unfortunate in this case, and she 
felt certain that he would end up on the floor before he 
finished his speech, either through drink or from the force 
of a blow to his head from any one of about twenty people 
who were sizing him up.

"It was then that I realised that we had very similar 
tastes, as the lady leaving turned out to be an old friend 
of mine as well. Small world, eh Andre?" He laughed loudly, 
waited for others to follow, and sensing that perhaps the 
joke had gone over his audience's head, continued merrily.
"Anyway, now it appears that he has found his perfect match 
in Mary, and I for one...."

"Marie, Anne Marie," said Anne Marie through gritted teeth.
"Sure, that's what I said..Anne Marie, and I wish her the 
best of fuck with him in the future. Er, I should say best 
of luck." He looked at his crumpled notes, turned the page 
upside down, disbelieving his eyes as he tried to regain 
his thread. "Anyway, I have one little story that will 
titillate you, ha ha, if you know what I mean!" He leaned 
unsteadily over the table, took a healthy swig of his 
drink, and banged the glass back on the table.

"Hey hey, what a son-in-law, eh?" he laughed, staring at 
Anne Marie's parents. Their frosty glare did nothing to 
dispel the warmth of his message as he launched into his 
final diatribe. "I just want to let you all know that I 
think you've been wonderful guests, and I have had a great 
time today as Best Man. So let me tell you all `bout a 
little time we had in Zurich and how we caused a bit of a 
scare! Anne, you're going to love this one, believe me, you 
should have been there!" He laughed to himself 
uncontrollably, unable to continue as the thought of 
whatever incident had taken place overcame his small mind 
and flicked the switch labeled `Quit Now' to override.

Some of the guests clearly had a little sympathy left as 
they smiled with him while he brushed a tear from his eyes.
"Ladesh and Gentlemun, there we were, driving down the 
Bahnhofstrasse late at night when a car that had been 
following us closhly tried to overtake. So our driver..er, 
who was it Andre? Eh, mate?" 

He turned to his friend, noting that he was holding his 
head in his hands while resting his elbows on the table in 
front of him. "Well, thash right, my old mate, you `ave a 
good think." he wobbled uncertainly on his feet, holding 
tightly to the edge of the table as he looked again at his 
notes. Finding nothing remotely familiar, he tossed the 
pages over his shoulder and decided, bravely in the 
circumstances, to ad lib the remainder.

"Well, we speeded up, and Andre `ere decided to show this 
bloke who's boss." He laughed again, coughing slightly as 
the humour of the occasion was dredged from the bowels of 
his mind and prepared for regurgitation. "Well, `e dropped 
his trousers and pants, opened the window..." He slapped 
the table with the palm of his hand, laughing as tears fell 
freely from his eyes. Since most of the assembled had 
guessed the punchline, annoyance slowly set in. ."..'e 
stuck his bum out the window and waved at the bloke." 

Lauren tried to keep a straight face, even one of slight 
annoyance like the older guests around her, but she did 
find the tale amusing, the decadent behavior appealing to 
her schoolgirl sense of adventure. However, she decided 
that the Best Man was a loser, and prayed for him to be 
struck down by a thunderbolt or anything that might lessen 
Anne Marie's embarrassment.

"But there's more, ha ha. Listen! So I reached over and 
pushed the window button! Up went the window so he couldn't 
bleedin' move, and we drove round Zurich all night like 
that, with his you-know-what stickin' out." Lauren couldn't 
help but laugh, along with a few of the other younger 
people there, her stomach bubbling with laughter as she 
tried to control herself.

"Anyway, my old friend, there you go, eh, happy days. But 
now, you're a married man, so that's the end of your fun 
and games, eh?" Anne Marie was shaking her head in disgust 
while Andre was clearly apologising, probably for things 
that may be said in the remainder of his speech, as well as 
for his past behaviour. Judging by her expression, Anne 
Marie had no wish to hear about his past life, and possibly 
had less inclination to share his future.

"And so, I'd like to proposh a toasht to Annie and Andre, 
what a lovely pair, and may they have a great honeymoon. 
Just let us know where you're goin' and we'll be there! So, 
Ladiesh and Gennelmen, a toasht to..er.. a toast to Andre 
and hish wife, happy lives, eh?" He raised his glass as the 
guest rose, toasting Andre and Anne Marie quietly before 
sitting down. The room was silent, except for the 
scraping noise of the Best Man's chair as he slid back in 
it. He was still enjoying his car joke, chuckling to 
himself while those either side of him turned away.

Anne Marie's father then spoke, thanking everyone (almost 
everyone) for coming, and relating the details of the rest 
of the day. Andre said a few words but had clearly 
curtailed his speech after energetic discussions with his 
wife. After they cut the cake, the formality of the 
occasion dissolved, and people started to wander round the 
room, looking for old friends, and avoiding others.

The newly-weds spent almost an hour opening their presents, 
thanking everyone and arranging the gifts for all to see. 
Lauren saw the Best Man slumped on his own in a chair next 
to the Emergency Exit sign, his eyes half open with a 
stupid grin on his face. She and Kirsten commented on his 
performance, both agreeing however that the episode was 
really very funny, sure that he had been right in that to 
have been there would have made it ten times better.

The disco started at about seven o'clock, although Lauren 
and Kirsten were too busy talking to the other children at 
that time to be interested. They all sat round a single 
table, about eight or ten of them, chatting and drinking 
Pepsi, one of the older boys drinking Lowenbrau from a 
bottle, delighted that he had the opportunity to shown his 
maturity in front of the beautiful bridesmaids.

Lauren was flattered and relieved to be asked to dance by 
one of the boys, and was more than a little nervous as he 
self-consciously took her hand and led her to the edge of 
the dance floor. The gyrated while he watched her skirt 
twirl, revealing her long legs and the promise of further 
delights as the music grew faster. Lauren was amused, 
pleased that she had this effect on the boy, and made every 
effort to show him what he was surely going to miss. She 
also noticed that even some of the older people still 
seated around the floor were watching her as she moved 
quickly in time with the music.

As the evening wore on, she danced with a number of the 
other boys, never for more than two or three songs, and 
always thanking them afterwards as she returned to the 
table to gossip with Kirsten. The lights dimmed as the 
music slowed, slow romantic numbers taking the place of 
rock and roll favorites. The lights shone onto the small 
stage as the DJ announced that Anne Marie and Andre were 
leaving, and would encouraged everyone to gather in the car 
park to bid them farewell.

Anne Marie caught up with Lauren and looked at her, 
pleasure and thanks on her face mixed with concern and 
anxiety.

"Look after yourself, and thank you for helping today. You 
look wonderful, so grown up. Just you be careful, OK?" she 
said hugging her closely. Lauren looked at her, none the 
wiser as she led her husband to the car.

The guests waved as the married couple took their leave, 
rumbling sown the road with tin cans jangling from the back 
and a condom (unused) covering the top of the aerial.

Lauren returned indoors to continue the celebrations. 
Lauren was immediately grabbed by one of the boys that she 
danced with earlier, whisked onto the floor, and held 
tightly for a slow dance. Lauren was unsure how to dance to 
the music, even though she had tried it in front of her 
parents' bedroom mirror once or twice. But the young boy 
had even less idea, turning slowly and rocking from side to 
side as he avoided treading on her toes. What did seem to 
have a very well-developed idea was his young cock, which 
even through the layers of clothes was making its point 
well understood. She smiled as her chin rested on his 
shoulder, again flattered by this uncontrolled outburst of 
lust.

She thanked him, letting him return to the table as the DJ 
announced the last dance. Looking around she saw people 
hurriedly finding their partners, and looked back at the 
table expectantly. To her surprise, she felt a tap on her 
shoulder.

"May I?" asked an older boy who had danced with her once 
earlier in the evening.

"Mmm, OK." He held her close, confirming that he was not 
about to bust his trouser zip. She looked up at him, 
considered his happy face and decided that he was safe. The 
music carried her into the familiar dream world, her body 
slowly turning as it had done all evening. The dance floor 
became packed, young and old joining together as they 
waltzed lazily and happily around in circles. 

She rested her head against his chest, pleased with the 
sense of security and the fact that she had found a boy (or 
man) at least ten years her senior. They talked, discussed 
Anne Marie, and discovered how each of them knew her. As 
the music ended, he offered to give her a lift home which 
meant a detour of only a couple of kilometers from his own 
house. She was unsure, saying that she should call her 
parents as it was late and they expected to have to collect 
her.
"Hey, you'll be home in a couple of minutes, and they'll be 
pleased that they don't have to make the journey," he said, 
looking straight at her.

"I'm not sure," said Lauren, looking around the room at the 
people waving good-bye to each other. She knew her parents 
would be angry if they knew she had gone off with a 
stranger without telling them, but she felt safe with the 
boy and it was hardly out of her way. "Oh, OK, but I can't 
be late of my parents will come looking for me." she said, 
collecting her little suitcase from the cloakroom 
attendant.

They walked round to the back of the hotel and he opened 
the door for her. She smiled, thanking him as she sat in 
the passenger seat. He pushed her suitcase onto the back 
seat and started the car, driving slowly past the hotel and 
off down the mountain towards Andleburg.

"Didn't your boyfriend get invited today?" he asked as they 
crawled along even more slowly than her father.

"No, I've only just met him and it wouldn't have been 
right."

"Hey, I saw you dancing, you looked so good, especially the 
rock and roll stuff!" he said enthusiastically as they 
stopped at the traffic lights. "You've got beautiful legs, 
you know!"

"Thank you" said Lauren, looking at the young boy. He was 
about twenty-five, Lauren thought, and quite pretty to look 
at, with curly black hair that had been left to grow over 
his collar, and a handsome face that pleased her. They drew 
away from the lights, starting their journey up the other 
side of the mountain. As they twisted and turned, he pulled 
into a passing place on the side of the road that doubled 
as a tourist parking spot in the summer months for those 
who wanted to admire the view down into the valley.

"What are you doing?" asked Lauren quickly.

"I thought we could just stop and talk for a couple of 
minutes," he said as he switched off the engine and turned 
towards her. He put his hand on her knee, causing her to 
instinctively pull away and cross her legs. "Hey, there's 
no need to be worried, I just thought we could have a talk 
and a bit of a cuddle, that's all." Lauren shifted 
uncomfortably in her seat, worried about this sudden 
advance but slightly excited as the evening became a scene 
from a made-for-television movie.

"I must get home, my parents will be worried, please" 
"Just a little kiss, that's all, Lauren" he said, pulling 
her close to him. He ran his hand across her chest firmly, 
squashing her breasts as she gritted her teeth. He took her 
chin and turned her face towards him, planting a loveless 
kiss on her tightly-clamped lips.

"Lauren, you've got lovely tits, let me see them."

"Get lost, take me home you shit!" she shouted, pushing his 
hands away from her chest. She could smell the drink on his 
breath, and his warm sweaty hands felt revolting.

"Lauren, come on, let's get in the back, we can be very 
cozy there!"

"No, piss off. Just take me home" she shouted, her voice 
shrill in the silence of the night.

"Lauren, I want you, I want to fuck you!"

"No! I want to go home, now" she shouted, shrugging him off 
as she looked for the door handle. He grabbed her hand and 
pushed his left hand between her legs, not stopping until 
the palm of his hand was under her bottom and his thumb 
between her pussy lips. Her heart beat wildly as his 
fingers found the wet spot on her knickers. Inexpertly, he 
pulled her knickers aside and jammed his fingers painfully 
against her sex, missing her vagina.

"Take me home, you shit!" she shouted, wriggling so that 
her elbow caught his left eye.

"Ahh!" he shouted, clutching his eye as the dull pain set 
in. Lauren knew she couldn't walk the two kilometers home 
and decided that she would either have to press home her 
advantage or face his rage and increased lust. She lunged 
over towards the steering wheel and pressed the horn. It 
blared noisily out into the night until he swept her 
hand off it. She heard at least two dogs barking in the 
distance and to her relief saw a light come on as someone 
parted their curtains in a house to her right. She wound 
down the window and waited.

"Now take me home!" she said, the anger evident still in 
her voice.

"OK, OK, I'm sorry. I just thought you might like to, you 
know..."

"What, you think I roll over every time someone tickles my 
tummy, like a dog?"

"No, I meant, well, ..." he mumbled, starting the car. They 
rode the rest of the way in silence, Lauren pointing out 
the directions with her finger on the windscreen rather 
than utter another word. As they pulled up outside her 
house, she yanked the suitcase from the back seat and 
slammed the door, not caring that it probably woke up 
Rebecca. She stormed up the pathway and entered the house 
through the backdoor. The light in the kitchen was on, and 
her mother came out, surprised to see her daughter.

"What's wrong? I thought you were going to call?" she asked 
anxiously.

"Yeah, well I got a lift home from some boy at the wedding. 
He had some ideas on the way home that I didn't like" fumed 
Lauren.

"Lauren, that's why we always say we'll come and get you, 
so that you don't get into these situations. You're still a 
very young girl, you know, and you read about such terrible 
things these days." she said, her anger evident as she 
looked her up and down. Lauren shrugged, knowing that her 
mother was right, but not wanting to stay for the rest of 
the lecture. She heard her father approaching.

"What's happened? Are you allright?"

"I'm fine. Just got a lift home that maybe wasn't a good 
idea. Not to worry!"

"We do worry, Lori. I really don't mind coming out to get 
you. You should have telephoned anyway. You promised you 
would always do that if you were going somewhere we didn't 
know about, didn't you?" said her father, obviously 
concerned by her apparent disregard for house rules.

"OK, I'm sorry. I'm going to bed."

"Lauren, you're such a dreamer, really. You must wake up to 
the fact that there are some very strange people in this 
world!" said her mother, her lips pursed as she contained 
her frustration. "How was the wedding, anyway?"

Lauren launched into a long explanation of the day, 
especially embroidering the Best Man's attempt at speech-
making. Her mother fixed her a sandwich and hot milk. 
Eventually, they all went through to the lounge and watched 
the end of the late-night movie. Lauren then said good-
night and went up to her bedroom, still wearing the dress 
and jacket, and flopped onto her bed. 

She'd had a good day, but was still concerned about Anne 
Marie's behaviour and coolness towards her. She thought 
about Kirsten and the episode in the bedroom, and the 
feeling of power that had been within her all day. Finally, 
her thoughts turned to the ride home, and her young 
imagination played out many of the possible scenarios that 
could have come from the groping she had in the car. 

Initially, she worked out several ways to escape, by 
hitting him, taking the keys and throwing them away. She 
even thought about falling out of the car as it traveled 
along the road.

The most exciting scenario, though, was where she succumbed 
to his advances, and he entered her with his long fat cock 
as she bent over the reclining seat, her feet on the 
dashboard and her knickers stuffed in her mouth to drown 
her whimpers. She took off her jacket and skirt to leave 
just her grey underwear and stockings on as she replayed 
the scene time and time again. She bent her legs, forming a 
tent with her bedclothes as first her fingers then her 
hairbrush found their way between her lips, teasing her 
senses and reassuring her body that relief was at hand. She 
pushed the bedclothes away and pulled her legs up against 
her chest, her right hand still pumping the brush in and 
out of her moist sex as the boy once again ripped at her 
clothes and thrust his massive cock into her face. She 
moaned quietly as her orgasm gathered pace, the boy now 
hovering over her, his cock bobbing menacingly as it stood 
poised to thrust into her tunnel. 

She saw him pull back his foreskin to reveal the enormous 
purple head, and pushed hard into herself as he entered her 
roughly, uncaringly and shafted her in a frenzy of 
uncontrolled lust. She whimpered as her legs ached against 
her chest, her orgasm now bubbling within her, spilling 
through her and washing its welcome wetness as she shook in 
muscular spasms, the boy now masturbating madly and coming 
over her pussy, her breasts and face. She collapsed over 
onto her side, the brush still inside her as her legs 
clamped together and her arms crossed over her chest, 
holding a breast in each hand. She felt her anus pulsing 
gently, a warm glow now emanating from between her legs as 
she snuggled down into her pillow. 

Several minutes later, she pulled the brush slowly from her 
pussy and felt the handle's stickiness, pleased that she 
could taste herself as she licked her fingers. She stood up 
beside her bed and took off the underwear, annoyed at the 
need to do so but well aware that her mother would only ask 
questions if she saw her wearing Christian Dior lingerie in 
bed. 

She removed the stockings and stuffed them into her top 
drawer, returning to bed with her long T-Shirt, gracefully 
adorned with a picture of a brown teddy bear. Snuggling up 
into a ball, she pulled the covers to her chin and slept. 
Until 11am.


Chapter 34

Saturday 29th August, 11am

Lauren packed her overnight bag slowly, dropping clothing 
into it haphazardly without thinking much about what she 
needed for the day. They had decided to go to Interlaken 
later and take a look around the shops, then return to 
Nikki's house in the early evening and have tea while 
watching a film. They had also decided to spend the night 
at Nikki's to make life easier for them early on Sunday 
morning to go to Rebecca's wedding. 

She smiled as she dropped her dressing gown into the old 
case, remembering the last time she had packed it, and had 
never found a use for it. She recalled the evening with Jim 
and Simone, shuddering again as she visualised the camera 
flashing away as Jim pushed hard inside her. From now on, 
she resolved, that behaviour was behind her. She slammed 
the lid closed and made her way downstairs.

As she closed the front door and turned towards the road 
the phone rang, much to her annoyance. Lauren madly 
scrambled to let herself back into the house, dropping her 
suitcase in the hallway as she ran into the lounge.

"Hello?"

It was AnneMarie, who still sounded a little disappointed 
to speak to Lauren. As they exchanged news, it became clear 
to Lauren that it was really her father that Anne Marie 
wanted to speak to, and not herself.

"He's out with my mum, they've gone to Grandma's again, but 
he should be back mid-afternoon. Try around three'ish. 

Anything I can do?" she asked, ready for the negative 
answer and the comment that indeed she would ring again as 
she signed off, saying `see you soon, and take care.' 

Lauren gathered her things again and slammed the door, 
thinking it was strange that Anne Marie needed to talk to 
her father and couldn't tell her what it was about. 

Concluding that she would find out sooner or later, she 
whistled for the majority of the four hundred meters to 
Nikki's house.

"Hey, it's me. Where are you?"

"In my room, come on up"

Lauren climbed the stairs and pushed open the door to her 
room. Nikki was lying on her bed, watching a film on her 
television. The room was enormous when compared to Lauren's 
little place, but then the whole house was much larger, 
with five bedrooms and two bathrooms, one en-suite with 
Nikki's parents room. 

The overall pink effect in the room was complimented by the 
dark red curtains and matching bed-spread. It looked nice, 
thought Lauren, but is was all so obviously out of the 
hotel that she wondered how it would have been decorated if 
they had been out to normal shops and had to decide 
themselves. Regardless of the source of the furnishings, 
Lauren would love to have had a bedroom like Nikki's, and 
always enjoyed staying at her friend's house.

She dumped her suitcase by the door and climbed onto the 
bed, settling down next to her friend and trying to work 
out which film she was watching. Nikki smiled at her. 
Lauren hadn't spent the night at Nikki's house for almost 
two months and they were both excited at the prospect of a 
night of gossiping and giggling. There was an unspoken 
expectation that while they would normally have slept in 
separate rooms, that night they would find a reason to 
sleep in Nikki's bedroom, even in the same bed. Their 
conversation skirted the issue, like the couple who know 
that the hidden agenda contains something very special.
"Hey, are we going to Interlaken, or what?" asked Nikki, 
rolling onto her back.

Lauren looked down into her eyes. "Dunno, what do you want 
to do?"

"I need some stockings for tomorrow. What's this Rebecca 
like, is she OK?"

"Sure, she's a real laugh. She's really into this church 
thing. I think it'll be fun. You know we have to get there 
at some god-awful hour?"

"No, when?"

"Someone's going to collect us at about quarter to eight" 
said Lauren.

"Oh God, you're joking!"

"Nope, that's what she said"

"It's goddamn Sunday"

"Yeah, I didn't know it was such an early start when she 
asked. We can't let her down now, you know."

"No, I know. Come on then, we'd better get moving. You can 
tell me about the wedding."

"Oh yeah," exclaimed Lauren as she realised that she had an 
enormous amount of news that would keep them both gossiping 
for days. "You'll never guess what happened to me on the 
way home last night!"

The two girls giggled, and squealed in amazement and 
excitement as Lauren related her latest escapade to her 
friend, firstly on the bus to the station and then on the 
train into town. Nikki thought that Lauren had been very 
lucky not to have been seriously hurt - her mother had told 
her of local girls who had been attacked in cars and on 
lonely roads at earlier times in the evening than Lauren's 
experience.

"My mum says that one girl was raped in broad daylight in a 
field only a few metres from the road." said Nikki, holding 
Lauren's arm tightly as she looked around the train 
carriage.

They continued to surmise what could have happened, Lauren 
confiding in Nikki that she had found the episode quite 
exciting once she was home safe. Nikki shook her head.

"I don't know, it's so risky taking lifts from people, even 
if they do know your friends. I think you were really lucky 
that he didn't beat you up!"

"Hey, he's a friend of Anne Marie's. He was just a bit 
drunk!"

"Whatever, I don't think I'd like it to happen to me, I'd 
much rather be in control."

"Hmm," said Lauren, turning to the window. There was a lot 
of sense in what Nikki said, and she was once again 
surprised that her own view of the situation could be so 
radically different. "I suppose you're right." She stared 
at the cars on the highway that ran parallel to the track, 
passing the train slowly. She had wanted to let Nikki know 
of her decision to confine her sexual activities to just 
Jim, but to mention it at that time would have been 
pointless.

"Not to worry, you're OK."

They got to Interlaken a few minutes later and spent the 
next couple of hours shopping for a single pair of 
stockings. Lauren also bought a pair at the autumn sale 
price of seven francs. After a coffee and piece of cake, 
they caught the train back to Andleburg, missing their bus 
by less than twenty seconds which caused them to wait 
another half hour. It was therefore half past five when 
they entered Nikki's house and their feet ached from all 
the walking and standing around.

"When are your folks back?" asked Lauren.

"Not `till really late, maybe even early tomorrow morning. 
There's some party on up at the hotel. I'm not invited, of 
course. Come on, let's make tea!"

They ate and watched television in the lounge, deciding at 
around nine o'clock that the film on RTV was useless and 
they would be better off with a video upstairs.

"Hey, I'll see if my Dad has found any more. Stay there!"
Lauren heard her tip-toe upstairs and cross over into her 
parent's room. She emerged in less than a minute and 
shouted downstairs to Lauren.

"Hey, come on up, I found something!" whispered Nikki.
Lauren jumped up the stairs and followed her into her 
bedroom. 

Nikki pushed the cassette into her player and turned the 
television on. 

They sat on the bed as Nikki fast-forwarded through the 
credits. 

Lauren saw the amusement in her face as the first scene 
appeared. Nikki brushed her short blonde hair away from her 
face dramatically as two young girls walked through an 
amusement park. They were both a little older than Lauren 
and Nikki with healthy breasts and long, bare-skinned legs. 
Within a couple of minutes, two boys were following them.
Lauren lay on the bed alongside Nikki, both girls on the 
stomachs.

"I wonder if your Dad watches this stuff?"

"Course he does. What do you think, he gives it to 
charity?"

Lauren laughed, watching the girls flirting with the two 
boys. The camera-work was poor, as was the colour quality, 
but there was some storyline which was entertaining at 
least. The boys had taken them by car to their house which 
was both large and deserted. To Lauren's disappointment, 
there was very little kissing and cuddling, and the film 
shot from a scene of the four of them together on the sofa, 
laughing and joking, to the next where they were naked in a 
bedroom.

"I think it's nice to see people taking their clothes off. 
I wonder why they never show it on films?" asked Lauren.

"I suppose the people who buy the films just want to see 
naked girls."

"Nik, do you think we're normal. I mean, doing what we've 
done?"

"Yeah, why not? Like I said, there's no harm."

"It's just that it feels so good, but nobody seems to talk 
about it"

Lauren looked back at the screen as one of the girls ran 
her hand up and down a large cock. She thought of Jim and 
how it had taken such a long time for him to fully enter 
her. In some ways she thought she preferred her brother's 
cock, which was a comfortable size. The girl in the film 
was clearly bored, the look on her face expressionless, her 
actions automatic beyond belief. The other two now took 
part in the revelry, and Lauren saw that the second girl 
was particularly pretty, with shoulder-length dark hair and 
wonderful breasts. The two boys were pretending to be 
displeased with her, and told her to lie over the lap of 
one of them, while the other smacked her. The second girl 
sat by her feet, holding her legs apart.

"Nik?"

"Mmm?"

"I do love you"

Nikki turned to look at her and pulled her face towards 
her. Her gaze went from her eyes to her mouth as her eyes 
half closed. She kissed her lips so delicately that Lauren 
felt suddenly drunk, swaying to one side as she inclined 
her head and returned the kiss. They entwined their bodies, 
Lauren resting her head on Nikki's arm as they kissed 
gently, meaningfully for several minutes. They touched each 
others face and neck, no more, just reassuring each other 
that they were there, safe and warm as they listened to 
each other's breathing.

"I love you too, Lori.

The film continued, but neither of the girls was watching. 
When Nikki finally looked round to see what was happening, 
one of the girls was being spanked by the other.

"This is boring. I think I'll have a shower" suggested 
Nikki. "Want to join me?"

"Sure, I love your shower"

They stripped in her bedroom, both girls then padding over 
to the bathroom in their night-wear. The bathroom was also 
reminiscent of a hotel, with gold fittings and a powerful 
shower that hung over the bath. The marble floor was grey, 
but never cold thanks to the under-floor heating that had 
been provided by the hotel maintenance staff (when they had 
nothing to do and had some spare parts, of course).

"I'm so sleepy, it must be my late night last night." said 
Lauren, as she climbed into the shower with Nikki.

"What time did you get to bed?" 

"Oh, about one, I suppose"

"But you didn't wake up until eleven, there must be 
something wrong with you!"

"I'm a growing girl, that's all"

"You certainly are, you're tits are much bigger than last 
time." said Nikki, looking at Lauren's breasts that had 
rounded and filled out slightly in the past few weeks. 

"Like when you had that chewing gum!"

"I know, probably because of the attention Jim has given 
them"

"Is he nice - in bed I mean?"

"I think so, he's very understanding, and quite a 
gentleman. There's never a rush"

"I thought you said he hurt you?"

"He did, but only to start with, then it was fine"

They washed, playing with the soap and watching each other 
as the water played over their young, firm bodies. They 
touched in the shower increasingly often as they turned and 
soaped their legs. Eventually, Lauren faced away from Nikki 
and asked her to wash her back. Naturally, she washed more 
than her back, her hands roaming all over Lauren until they 
found her little firm bottom and the valley between her 
cheeks, which her fingers followed down to her anus. With a 
liberal amount of soap, she pushed her finger inside her, 
ignoring the squeals and the stiffening of her muscles as 
she ensured that the whole area was a clean as possible. 

Lauren did the same for Nikki, pushing her forward slightly 
to ensure that her finger went into her anus as far as 
possible. Her enlarged clitoris was very noticeable as she 
ran her fingers over her mound, satisfying her that she was 
both clean and ready.

Leaving the shower, they dried and slipped back into their 
night-clothes. Lauren dried her hair while Nikki watched, 
sitting on the side of the bath. She could see her friends 
T-Shirt riding up her thighs every time she moved her arms, 
exposing her tanned legs and cute rounded bottom. While 
Nikki went into her room, Lauren went to the toilet, 
returning to find Nikki in bed, waiting for her with a 
smile and theatrically imploring her to join her with open 
arms.

Lauren turned the main light off and saw that the 
television was still on, the video paused as a scene of a 
man and woman flicked unsteadily across the screen. Lauren 
slid between the sheets and propped herself up on her arm, 
peering over her friend in the semi-darkness.

"I thought this was crap?"

"This bit looks better, let's see" said Nikki.

She punched `play' and the scene continued as the man and 
girl (who were clearly European, early twenties and a 
handsome couple) started to undress each other in what 
looked like a conservatory. The man knelt in front of the 
girl and pulled down her knickers, leaving her stockings 
and suspenders alone. Her dark pubic hair had been neatly 
trimmed, and allowed the camera to show her vagina in its 
glory as he lay her gently over a table. He pulled down his 
own pants to allow his big cock to spring forth, delighting 
the girl who strained to look up from her position to see 
what was about to be rammed into her.

"This is more like it!" said Nikki.

Lauren moved slightly closer to Nikki, resting her chin 
first on her shoulder and then on her chest as Nikki 
responded, putting a arm around Lauren's shoulders. Lauren 
sighed as she nestled into her friend, cosy and still able 
to watch the film.

"He's quite big!"

"Hmm, I hope he takes the rest of her clothes off"

He did, ripping her blouse and bra in the process as her 
big breasts wobbled while he pounded into her. The scene 
was cut crudely but gave the general idea, and managed to 
capture him thrusting into her, then withdrawing and coming 
over her pubic hair and breasts, before plunging back into 
her for another couple of dozen strokes. He withdrew, 
leaving the camera to record the dribble of cum as it 
flowed freely from her depths and onto the table.

Lauren's hand had started wandering, encouraged by little 
moans and encouraging movements by Nikki, who now lay on 
her back, having given up watching the action. Lauren 
caressed her breasts through the thick T-Shirt material and 
moved down to her naked bottom. As she began to run her 
fingers in lazy circles over her lower stomach, Nikki sat 
up slightly and looked at her.

"Do something for me?"

"What?"

"Something special that I've always wanted to do"

"OK, what is it?"

"Come with me" said Nikki, swinging out of bed and heading 
for her wardrobe. In the dim light of the television, 
Lauren could see that Nikki was dressing, as though she was 
going to school.

"Where are you going?"

"Nowhere, I just want to wear something. Come here and you 
do the same. Please?"

"If you want"

Lauren took off her T-Shirt and pulled on Nikki's knickers, 
bra, tights, a dark grey skirt and clean white blouse. She 
even put on a school tie to complete the uniform. Nikki 
looked Lauren up and down, satisfied that she looked as she 
wished.

"Now, that's good, I wanted to see what you were like in my 
school clothes. Come on, back to bed"

"Like this?"

"Sure, why not?"

For Nikki, and to some extent Lauren, the next twenty 
minutes were clearly heaven. Nikki writhed on the bed, 
slowly removing the clothes from her friend as she licked 
and sucked at her nipples through her blouse, then ran her 
hand under the cotton material to find her little breasts 
held tightly by her bra. Undoing the buttons one by one, 
she kissed her way up from the waistband of the skirt over 
the exposed flesh and smooth cotton of the little girl's 
bra. A practiced hand undid the hook and freed her little 
mounds as the final button allowed Nikki to push the blouse 
either side and flick her nipples with the end of her 
tongue.

Lauren had never known such a slow, sensuous build up and 
trembled slightly as her senses registered the loving 
caresses that were being lavished on her nipples and lips. 
She felt Nikki's tongue push into her mouth and clasped her 
head between her hands as the hot breath mingled with her 
own. Lauren pushed her hips towards the girl, trying to 
bring attention to her pouting pussy and it's desperate 
need. But Nikki was not to be interrupted, and continued to 
lick and kiss her head, treating her ears to the same 
attention that her mouth had received, the tickling 
sensation running amok throughout her young body. 

Lauren undid two buttons on Nikki's blouse and pushed her 
hand under the material as quickly as possible, taking her 
right breast and roughly squeezing it in her hand. Nikki 
bent her right leg in response, a movement which registered 
in Lauren's mind as her hand followed the path down between 
her legs and over her sopping tights and knickers. Nikki 
pulled off Lauren's blouse and bra, and tugged at her 
tights, stripping her until only her own knickers remained 
on her friend. 

Nikki however clearly wanted to keep her clothes on at this 
time, and made it difficult for Lauren remove anything. 
Lauren settled for removing Nikki's tights, then rubbing 
between her legs, discovering that her knickers were so wet 
that they stuck to her skin.

Nikki then straddled Lauren's face, lowering herself until 
Lauren could probe her knickers with her tongue. It was 
then that Nikki reached down and pulled the material of her 
knickers to one side, revealing her pussy and allowing 
Lauren full access to the multiple folds of skin that made 
up her delightful inner reaches. The scent of the little 
girl drove Lauren wild as her tongue collected the juices 
from within and lapped them up. Nikki moved forward slowly, 
the hand on her knickers moving back until Lauren's tongue 
flickered at her anus, transferring the lubrication to the 
little brown hole. Suddenly, Nikki pulled at the gusset of 
her knickers, pulling the taught material in between the 
lips of her vagina, and then slowly exerting so much force 
that the material gave way, loudly tearing and exposing her 
completely. Nikki then took her skirt and arranged it 
around herself such that the whole of Lauren's head 
disappeared underneath.

Nikki reveled in the fact that she was squatting on her big 
bed, being licked and loved by a girl whose face was buried 
between her legs. Nikki reached behind, careful not to 
squash Lauren, and explored Lauren's thighs. She noted that 
her legs opened as wide as possible, each knee resting on 
the bed, and decided that it was time to help her over the 
edge. Turning round, she licked her way from her lips down 
over her breasts and between her legs, pushing her tongue 
underneath Lauren's knickers to discover an equally wet 
pussy waiting for her. She pulled her knickers down to just 
above her knees, and brought her legs up against her chest, 
moving off and to the side so that her head was by Lauren's 
beautiful pussy.

Laying alongside her, Nikki continued to pin her legs 
against her chest while licking firmly between Lauren's 
legs. Lauren turned so that Nikki lay between her legs, and 
forced Nikki's legs apart so that they both could satisfy 
each other. Nikki licked deeper into her vagina as Lauren 
mimicked her. 

Nikki then introduced a finger into Lauren's anus that 
didn't stop until the palm of her hand rested against the 
cheek of her bottom. Her tongue circled around the fleshy 
hood of her clitoris, teasing and pushing as she felt 
Lauren's ministrations becoming less and less fluent, a 
sure sign that she was having difficulty in concentrating 
on anything except the mounting tidal wave of pleasure that 
was looming over the horizon. The anal muscles around her 
finger contracted, giving Nikki good reason to slowly pull 
her finger out part way and then push back in again while 
her tongue found the entrance to her tunnel and entered 
unopposed. Nikki felt the finger inside her own anus 
squirming in and out, round and round, as her friend 
reflected the feelings going on inside her. 

Nikki recognised the point of no return in Lauren, and 
found that she too was suddenly caught up in mounting waves 
of lust and carried with her friend as Lauren screamed in 
delight, the force of her orgasm evident to Nikki, and 
enough to cause her too to come, pushing her hips hard 
against Lauren's face and pulling her closer with her left 
leg.

Despite the scent of each of the girls, the sweat on their 
foreheads and the slight pungent smell from their anal 
activities, they both buried themselves between each 
other's legs and continued to gently administer their 
loving as orgasms subsided and their involuntary shaking 
grew less violent. Kisses turned into hugs which in turn 
became pure touch as they lay there, their limbs entangled 
on the bed, savouring the aftermath of their statement to 
each other of unquestionable love. After several minutes, 
Nikki slipped out of bed and removed her clothes, picking 
up those on the floor and making sure that they both had 
their T-shirts for the night.

"Do you want to stay here?" asked Nikki, switching off the 
television.

"Mmm, that would be nice, what about your mum, though?"

"We'll say we saw a horror film and we were scared"

Lauren laughed, realising that Nikki had thought of the 
answer long ago. "OK, I'll try and remember" she said as 
she slipped on the T-Shirt. Nikki got in beside her and put 
her arm round her waist.

"Night night"

"See you tomorrow. Did you set the alarm?"

"Yeah. What a stupid time!"

"Sorry"

Nikki kissed her on the head and closed her eyes as they 
wrapped their arms around each other.


Chapter 35

Sunday 30th August, 8am

The car really did arrive at seven fifty in the morning. 
Lauren had hoped that it might fail to turn up so that they 
could say they tried, but go back to bed and enjoy a normal 
Sunday. Nikki said if it was late she would be really angry 
as she could have stayed in bed later. They had time for a 
cup of coffee and some toast before leaving a short message 
for her parents and gently closing the back door.

Rebecca was sitting in the front passenger seat, clearly so 
pleased to see Lauren again, and equally happy to meet 
Nikki. They chatted on the way, Rebecca introducing Ariane 
who was a sort of helper and administrator at the church. 

"You're going to have an absolutely memorable day, you 
three," said Ariane, turning briefly to Lauren and Nikki. 

"The weather is absolutely fine for pictures and there 
should be a few people in the congregation. Father Paul 
should be there, at least to start with. I think he has to 
do some radio program in Zurich later this evening."

"Why is it so early?" asked Nikki.

"Because we lay on a very special day for you all, and we 
want you to absolutely make the most of it. You get to do 
whatever you want before the service. That's about eight 
hours of fun and games!" she replied, looking in her mirror 
and ensuring that Rebecca was listening.

They wound their way up through the mountain pass to 
Grindelwalde, then onwards, descending slightly until they 
reached a collection of buildings that was dominated by a 
magnificent house and a large barn behind. The chalet-style 
house had maybe three or four floors, with the same number 
of large windows on each floor. It's steeply sloping roof 
gave it an air of superiority and importance as it nestled 
at the bottom of the steep scree, it's red and white 
windows contrasting to the ever-popular brown boarded 
exterior. The barn behind looked relatively modern, with 
large black double doors and a couple of household style 
windows either side. The two seemed to be joined by a rough 
road that led out of the property, all of which was 
contained within a small fence designed to keep cattle from 
competing with the singing from the church.

"Oh, I expected something with a spire and gravestones!" 
said Lauren.

"No, we're not like that. Has Rebecca explained our creed 
and foundation?" asked Ariane.

"A little. Perhaps we'll hear more today" replied Lauren, 
sincerely hoping that she would be spared any lengthy 
introductions.

"Absolutely! We'll try. Come on then, we need to go in and 
go downstairs."

"There's a basement that is the sort of hospitality suite. 
I haven't seen it but I hear it's great!" said Rebecca, 
leading the way through the door. Ariane opened the door to 
the basement at the end of the entrance hall and guided 
them down the stairs.

"Right, here we are. If you follow me, I'll just show you 
around."

Lauren gazed in awe as she took stock of the lavish 
surroundings. The word tasteful sprang to mind as she 
realised that each room must have cost a small fortune, 
making even Nikki's house look like the YMCA. The staircase 
had led into a small reception area that had a coat 
cupboard, umbrella stand and equipment for journeys 
outdoors such as blankets, binoculars, maps and a compass. 

The others had already made their way down the long, 
central corridor and were in the lounge. Lauren caught up 
and entered the enormous room through the wooden-paneled 
double doors. She marveled at the brilliant white sofa and 
chairs at the far end of the room. She waded through the 
pale deep-piled yellow carpet as she looked wondrously at 
the original modern art on the walls. The main light was 
provided by a large chandelier that hung from the centre of 
the room, with other uplighting discreetly positioned in 
the corners. The television and stereo were housed in a 
wall unit on the right wall, arranged to ensure they were 
not the focal point of the room.

Just as Lauren thought that the rest would be mundane in 
comparison, she gasped at the luxury of the over-sized king 
bed in the next room, the silk sheets and the rich wooden 
wardrobes to her right, and then hesitated to even walk 
into the mammoth bathroom that must have been twice the 
size of the lounge in her own home. She smiled at Rebecca 
as they toured the complex, noting the spare bedroom 
opposite the bathroom, delighted at the kitchen and even 
amused at the small toilet as Ariane led them back to the 
stairs.

"So, there we are," she said, opening a drawer and removing 
a red leather binder. "These are the instructions for 
today, Rebecca, you've already been through them once. Make 
sure you do everything required, but above all, have an 
absolutely wonderful time and enjoy yourselves. Just press 
this buzzer if you need anything. And I mean it, absolutely 
anything! See you all at four o'clock, then" She turned and 
climbed the stairs, gently closing the door on her way out.

"Jeeze, what a place!" whispered Nikki, looking up at the 
ornate ceilings and paintings.

"Absolutely!" said Lauren.

Rebecca and Nikki laughed. "I know, I thought I was going 
to pee in my pants if she said that word again," said 
Rebecca.

"Perhaps she's just a very energetic woman," suggested 
Lauren.

"I had no idea it was this good. God, it's amazing!" smiled 
Rebecca.

"I'm going to look at the bathroom again, it's like the 
hockey field!" said Lauren disappearing round the corner.
After their initial exploration, the three girls settled 
down in the lounge on the sofa. Nikki had already turned 
the television on and found MTV. Rebecca took the leather 
binder and opened it at the first page. She read to Lauren 
and Nikki: "Welcome to The Residualist Church of 
Grindelwalde. Today will be your formal acceptance and 
introduction into the full body of the church. We hope you 
remember your day for the rest of your life. This little 
book is designed to ensure that each bride is presented in 
the customary manner, and that all participants understand 
the order of the service."

Traditionally, you will have eight hours from your arrival 
today until the start of the service. During that time, 
nature and your wishes only will determine what you do. You 
may sleep for eight hours, or you may smash every piece of 
furniture during the same time. There are no laws or rules. 
Except the following:

Rule 1. You should change out of the clothes that you 
arrived in as soon as possible, and use any of the clothes 
in the cupboards, drawers or on the shelves - except the 
gowns as mentioned below.

Rule 2. The bride may not have any hair other than her 
normal head of hair. Razors are provided.

Rule 3. Both brides and bridesmaids should ensure they are 
completely clean by bathing or showering properly before 
the ceremony.

Rule 3. At five minutes to four, you will be collected for 
the short ceremony. You (and your bridesmaids if any) 
should be wearing the gowns provided in the cupboard by the 
stairs.

Remember that you will be joined by a boy of a similar age 
for the ceremony. He will arrive at this building four 
o'clock after spending a similar amount of time with his 
best man (if any), and the rules for him are identical.
Above all, have fun and remember your day.
Rebecca closed the binder and looked at Lauren. "There's 
more about the service which we can read later. Pretty 
simple, eh?" she said.

"That means that you have to be shaved!" said Lauren.

"Mmm, I knew that. In a way it's much cleaner. We can do 
that anytime. Oh, sorry, you don't mind, do you?" asked 
Rebecca, realising that she was being presumptuous.

"No, that's OK. Just seems a bit strange, but I suppose 
you're right."

"So, what shall we do, other than check out the `fridge and 
make some coffee?" asked Nikki.

"OK, let's look at the kitchen and then decide" said 
Rebecca.

"Uh uh," said Lauren, pointing at the binder. "First we 
have to change into different clothes." She jumped up 
(brightly for Lauren at eight on an a Sunday morning) and 
opened the cupboard. There were five or six silky gowns 
hanging over a similar number of sandals. "I bet these are 
for later. Where's something like a dressing gown?"

"Or Versace lingerie, that would do me!" said Rebecca, 
making her way to the main bedroom. She opened the heavy 
wooden wardrobe to find just what Lauren had wanted, a 
number of brand new Dior dressing gowns. "With or without 
ribbon around the edge?"

"With, in white, please" said Lauren, adopting a haughty 
tone. 

Rebecca threw it onto the bed, giggling as it scarcely 
covered the corner of the enormous bedspread. Rebecca and 
Nikki found their favorites, and the three stripped, 
Rebecca looking at Nikki's young body with pleasure, while 
Lauren recalled fondly her exploration of both girls. With 
dressing gowns on, they explored the rest of the room, and 
indeed did find silk underwear, stockings, suspenders and 
bras that they decided to try on later that morning, after 
their bath. In the spare bedroom, the cupboards contained 
not clothing but, to their utter surprise, everything that 
could ever be needed in bed. 

Rebecca noticed a hot water bottle, an electric blanket, 
the works of Shakespeare, a book of crosswords and a number 
of books on sex. There was even some male prolongation 
cream, Tiger Balm and a strap on phallus that amused them 
all. If someone had asked, Lauren would have bet her life 
on the fact that it would be used within the next seven and 
a half hours. They turned back, and made their way into the 
kitchen where Nikki took command of the kettle and made 
coffee.

"Now, there's very little we have to do today. Why don't we 
shave off this hair as soon as possible, so that your skin 
can have some time to settle down?" said Nikki, looking at 
Rebecca.

"Yeah, then we can try out the Jacuzzi and the shower, 
watch a few films, and have a long lunch and a little 
sleep. Then it'll be four." suggested Lauren, almost in one 
breath.

The girls accepted the general proposal, and sipped their 
coffee, sharing a packet of biscuits that came from the 
over-stocked cupboards above the cooker as they sat around 
the breakfast table.

"How's your boyfriend, Lauren"? asked Rebecca

"How did you know about him?" 

"Your mum told my mum. She said he was quite clever."

"I don't know, I suppose he is"

"He also has a big willy" laughed Nikki at her tactless 
comment.

"Hey, you!"

"What, really big?" asked Rebecca.

"Yeah, it really hurts" said Lauren, looking down. Her 
heart beat faster as she hoped the conversation would 
continue about Jim and their experiences. 

"God, I could do with some right now, but I'm going to have 
to wait until four o'clock, and then I bet he doesn't go 
right in!"

"So have you seen the boy who's going to do it to you?" 
asked Lauren.

"Maybe, but I won't know who until I see him. So where did 
you meet him?" she asked, clearly interested in Jim.

"In a shop, when I was looking for a dress pattern. He was 
watching a fashion show, just like me."

"That's weird."

"She had him in the changing room!" quipped Nikki.

"Stupid!" said Lauren, hitting Nikki on the arm.

"Come on then, let's get on with it, I'm going to try and 
work the Jacuzzi," said Rebecca.

"I'll join you after I've put some music on" said Nikki, 
clearing away the cups. She opened the freezer and 
discovered some frozen dinners. She brought them out to 
defrost, realising that her mother had made her an expert 
in defrosting. 

Rebecca wandered out of the kitchen, turning right towards 
the bathroom. Lauren followed and together they filled the 
massive Jacuzzi, adding the bath essence provided. They sat 
on the surrounding steps and watched the bubbles that began 
to cover the rising surface of the water. Lauren glanced 
over to the other side of the room at the enormous shower 
that was simply most of that side of the room enclosed in 
glass, with gold tap fittings and towel rails near the 
glass door. She opened the shower door and walked inside, 
realising that it would be possible to fit most of her 
class there. She touched the gold fittings, just to confirm 
they were real, running her fingers along the cool metal of 
the pipes.

Nikki went back into the lounge to turn off the television 
but paused as she found a row of video cassettes lined up 
neatly on the wall unit. 

While she worked out how to operate the music centre, she 
scanned through the titles. The Sound of Music, The Lion 
King and Bambi were there, as were a number of films which 
had either Japanese or Chinese characters in their titles. 
At the end, after the cartoons, were three more which 
sounded more interesting, namely Young Savages, Lisa Learns 
to Love and Swedish Virgins on Vacation. She took the last 
one, loaded it into the VCR below the television and 
pressed the `play' button.

Someone had forgotten to re-wind it, the picture instantly 
popping onto the screen, and it took her a fraction of a 
second to analyse the situation. A steamy scene of a 
gorgeous young blonde making love to an equally blonde-
haired young boy. They were both naked as he plowed into 
her blonde-haired vagina, her firm breasts wobbling 
slightly as he stroked relentlessly . The camera panned in 
to show the lips of her vagina clinging to his shaft as he 
withdrew and then following his great tool back in as he 
forced himself on her, pushing her farther up the bed. 

Nikki was amazed, not so much by the scene but by the 
clarity of the picture and the almost expert manner in 
which the film had been made. She had been used to crude, 
badly lit films that had been obviously copied many times, 
but this was in pristine condition. Nikki sat on the sofa 
and watched, oblivious to the activities of the others.
Lauren sat down by the Jacuzzi, watching the bubbles with 
Rebecca. 

She swung her legs over the edge, testing the water with 
her foot.

"More hot, I think," she said, turning the gold tap, inlaid 
with a red stone, until she was satisfied that the water 
was warmer. Her dressing gown was half open at the front, 
allowing Rebecca to see her young breasts, tempting her 
with the view of her long legs that were now partially 
immersed in the water.

Nikki bounded into the room, full of the joys of spring. 
"Boy, have I got a surprise for you two when we've 
finished!" She stood on the little wall around the tub and 
looked down into the bubbly water. "Come on, we can get in 
now while it fills up!" she said, towering over the other 
two girls. She undid the belt on her dressing gown and 
threw it with abandon across the room, giggling as she 
stepped down into the water. Lauren watched her naked form 
as she descended the steps, then turned to Rebecca, noting 
that her eyes followed her friend all the way down as the 
water lapped at her young body. A smile danced on Rebecca's 
lips as she noticed the distinct shape of Nikki's little 
pink bud, standing out slightly between her pussy lips.

"Hey, you're both beautiful girls, you know that?" said 
Rebecca, shedding her own gown and slipping into the water. 

She leaned back against the side of the Jacuzzi, her large 
breasts bobbing upwards in the water. Lauren now stood, 
dropped her dressing gown and looked at the other two girls 
below her. She thought for a minute and started to turn.

"I have to go to the toilet, wait a minute" said Lauren, 
turning towards the door.

"Hey, I've got an idea, go into the shower!" said Rebecca. 

"Nikki, you come as well, this is fun!" she giggled, rising 
in the water. Bubbly rivulets of water ran from her 
shoulders and over her breasts as she made her way to the 
shower, opening the door for the others. She turned the 
water on as Nikki shut the door, walking underneath the 
stream when she was confident that the temperature was 
stable.

"Come on, under here with me!" said Rebecca, beaming.

"But I want to go to the toilet, not have a shower!" moaned 
Lauren, now clearly in desperate need.

"Do it here, with me"

Nikki seemed to understand what Rebecca was proposing and 
sat down on the floor of the shower, well away from the 
water flow, and watched her friend slowly walk under the 
shower. The two naked girls stood in the hot stream, 
Rebecca with her arms around Lauren's firm bottom, pulling 
her close against her.

"Thanks for coming today, I hope you find it fun." she 
said, leaning down and gently kissing her forehead.

"That's OK. I really need to pee, though."

"Just relax and do it, go on"

Rebecca pulled at the cheeks of Lauren's bottom as she 
looked down at the little girls breasts squashed against 
her own. Their hair was now soaked and matted as their 
bodies pressed together. Lauren tried hard to relax but 
found it was so contrary to her thirteen years of domestic 
education. She glanced over at Nikki who was slumped in the 
corner, running her hand over her vagina with her eyes 
closed, one leg bent against the wall, the other straight 
out over the floor. She could clearly see her enlarged 
clitoris poking out between her lips, covered with the 
wisps of blonde pubic hair. 

As she recalled their previous evening, Lauren realised 
that she was on the verge of pissing. She turned back to 
Rebecca and looked into her eyes. The hot liquid gushed 
from inside her, dribbling down between their bodies as 
Lauren felt it on her thighs and then over her feet. She 
felt embarrassed as she looked at Rebecca, grimacing as 
though she expected a reprimand.

"That's it, let it all go" whispered Rebecca as she 
clutched her bottom even harder. Lauren then felt another 
stream and realised that it was Rebecca who was also 
pissing, neither girl caring where it went as the shower 
washed over their heads. As they finished, Lauren turned 
back to Nikki, amazed to see that she had parted her pussy 
lips with her left hand and raised her bottom slightly off 
the floor. 

Lauren nudged Rebecca, pointing to her little friend in the 
corner, just in time to see Nikki shoot out a stream of 
piss towards them both. Rebecca quickly sat down in the 
path of the hot jet, allowing it to hit her legs and 
swollen pussy lips while Lauren gawked open-mouthed under 
the warm shower. As the stream died away, a grin appeared 
across Nikki's face as she opened her eyes and looked at 
Rebecca with her usual wicked expression.

"I think I understand what they mean about today," said 
Nikki, getting to her feet "There are really no rules. You 
can do whatever you want down here. Nobody will object! 
That's so good!."

"Yeah, you're right. Like they said, you can wreck the 
place if you want. Just be ready at four o'clock to leave." 
added Rebecca.

"Do you think so? They must mind about something." Lauren 
had some difficulty believing in a concept of no 
responsibility and no blame. Her upbringing had been less 
liberal than the other two girls, and it was a larger leap 
of faith to give up all her inbred values. 

"They mind about nothing. And while we're down here, nobody 
will ever know what we do. Now that's what I call a good 
time! God, I wish we had some men down here!" said Rebecca, 
rinsing off under the hot shower.

They left the shower running, not caring about the waste of 
water, and giggled as they returned to the Jacuzzi. Rebecca 
pressed the recessed button to start the jets and they all 
slid into the wonderful tub. Lauren and Rebecca had never 
been in one before, although Nikki had used one at her 
father's hotel when the honeymoon suite was vacant. It took 
very little time for Lauren and Rebecca to realise that 
there was much fun to be had in sitting close to the strong 
jets of water, ensuring that they were aimed between their 
legs and just sitting as the sensation built up inside 
them.

"We'd better get on with this shaving," said Rebecca after 
a few minutes, leaving the tub to look around the washbasin 
for the razors. 

She found them tucked away in the medicine cabinet, along 
with some shaving foam, a clean towel and a flannel. "Now, 
I'm not sure where we should do this."

"Just lie down here" suggested Nikki.

"No, why not think of the least likely place, somewhere 
that would be really messy and stupid normally!" said 
Lauren, pleased with her suggestion.

"Great idea, what about the kitchen table?" asked Nikki

"No. I know, the lounge, on the sofa! Sod the mess, let's 
just do it!" giggled Lauren, already standing.

"And no clothes! Leave the dressing gowns here! Come on" 
said Rebecca, dripping along the carpet after Lauren, past 
the bedroom and through the big double doors into the 
lounge. By the time Nikki arrived, Rebecca was already 
laying back on the sofa at the right-hand end, sliding down 
so that her bottom was just over the edge. She had her legs 
together, confident in the knowledge that she would be able 
to give the two little girls plenty of room to do their 
work.

"Hey you two!" said Nikki, "Watch this!" Nikki took the 
remote for the TV and video, and eventually pushed the 
right buttons to start the film and turn on the TV. 
Immediately, the blonde girl was back on the screen, 
presenting her bottom to the camera and a waiting boy whose 
cock jutted out proudly from between his legs. The film 
appeared to have been shot outdoors, possibly in someone's 
back garden, the green grass providing a vivid background 
to the slightly tanned limbs of the two stars. Between her 
legs was a perfect view of her swollen lips, a hint of pure 
blonde hair and the sexiest, shapeliest legs. The young boy 
was more than ready, and took his cock in his hand, rubbing 
back and forth to expose the great purple bulb from under 
the foreskin.

"Oh wow, what doesn't this place have?" said Lauren.

"Please, get rid of this hair now before I go crazy!" 
pleaded Rebecca, shaking the can of shaving cream, opening 
her legs more than she realised as she watched the film and 
absently handed the can to Lauren. Eventually, tearing her 
eyes away from the screen for less than a second, Lauren 
took it from her and shook it as well, giggling and clearly 
enjoying every moment of her bridesmaids duties. She then 
stood in front of Rebecca, shaking the can for much longer 
than necessary, while she both hatched a plan and allowed 
Rebecca to take a good look at her lightly haired pussy and 
her budding clitoris. 

When she was ready, she made sure Rebecca's legs were 
together and pulled her further off the sofa. She then 
straddled her legs, sitting facing her with her bottom on 
Rebecca's knees. She raised her hips slightly so that 
Rebecca again had a perfect view of the deep valley between 
her pussy lips, and pushed the button on the can, releasing 
foam into Rebecca's lap. With her legs together, little got 
as far as her pussy, until Lauren pushed her hand between 
Rebecca's legs and smoothed the cream further down. 

As she pulled her hand out, she rubbed her hand between her 
own legs, soaping herself and touching off the start of the 
wonderful, sensuous climb to orgasm. Lauren repeatedly 
pushed her hand between Rebecca's legs, adding more and 
more foam as the cushions started to get slippery. Rebecca 
had closed her eyes long ago, content with the feeling of 
the young girl's hand slipping gently between her legs. 
Lauren stood and swung off Rebecca, gesturing Nikki to help 
her keep Rebecca on the sofa while she raised her legs, her 
knees then touching her ample breasts.

Lauren took the can and held it against Rebecca's swollen 
pussy lips, squeezing the button to release more cream over 
her clitoris and ensuring that even more landed over her 
anus. She put the can down, checked that Nikki had hold of 
her, and pushed her finger straight into her anus, causing 
Rebecca to open her mouth wide, silently forming unknown 
words as the shock and pleasure hit her. Lauren made sure 
that the foam was spread around properly and then indicated 
to Nikki that she should bring her feet back onto the 
floor. It was then that Lauren remembered their last 
encounter, and Rebecca's fantasy that she had enacted with 
her brother, Stefan.

Nikki ran her finger around the older girl's clitoris while 
Lauren disappeared into the bedroom, it being unclear 
whether Rebecca knew she had gone or not. However, she was 
fully aware that she had returned when Lauren pulled her to 
her feet and guided her over to the coffee table. With a 
sweep of her arm, Lauren pushed aside the fruit bowl and 
ornaments, clearing a space for Rebecca to lie down. 
"God, it's cold!" exclaimed Rebecca, now flat her back, her 
hair speckled with white foam.

Lauren took a pair of stockings and tied her feet to 
alternate legs of the coffee table spreading her legs wide 
and ensuring that her bottom was clear of the edge of the 
table. Lauren was pleased with the result, sure that she 
could have shaved around her bottom if it had been 
necessary. She then tied one end of a stocking around her 
neck and fastened the other end again to the leg of the 
coffee table by her head. 

With the greatest of pleasure, Lauren looked along the 
length of the ginger-haired girl, pleased with the way her 
breasts lay almost flat against her chest while her nipples 
poked straight up into the air. She pushed Rebecca's legs 
far apart, spreading once again the foam over her vagina, 
making sure everywhere was covered.

"Right, here we go. Don't move or we'll pull it tighter!" 
said Lauren, surprised by the forcefulness of her own 
voice. Nikki looked at her with raised eyebrows, taking 
hold of the razor with a smile and placing her left hand on 
Rebecca's left thigh. Starting at the left hand side of her 
pubic hair, about two inches from her clitoris, Nikki cut a 
swathe through the white foam to reveal unblemished pink 
skin, and one or two freckles. She shaved again, this time 
moving closer to the spread pussy lips whose shape was just 
visible through the bubbles.

"Oh, please be careful! Are you sure you know what you're 
doing?" asked Rebecca, straining against the stocking round 
her neck, trying to see what was happening between her 
legs.


Chapter 36

"Relax, I did this to Lauren, and she survived!" said 
Nikki, cutting a third time. She wiped the razor on the 
flannel and continued gently, edging closer to the centre 
of her sex. Lauren could see more of her inner lips now, 
and was herself quite wet just watching the multiple folds 
of skin appear from underneath the foam as Nikki went to 
work. She thought that in all honesty Nikki was pretty good 
at shaving. She debated whether to sit behind Nikki and 
play with her, or go and sit with Rebecca. Deciding that 
playing with Nikki might result in a slight distraction, 
she walked round to Rebecca's head and sat down behind her, 
taking her head in her hands and massaging her neck. 

Rebecca leaned back as far as she could, her head bent over 
the edge of the table, and offered her open mouth to Lauren 
which was quickly filled with Lauren's right breast. Lauren 
looked at the wonderful sight down from her mouth, over her 
breasts and then between her legs, watching Nikki shaving 
carefully, her head bobbing up and down as she guided the 
razor around Rebecca's most delicate of areas. She had an 
urge to do something different, irrational, even 
outrageous, but had no idea what it was. She thought that 
she could stand over Rebecca and just piss on her. It was 
something like that but something more outrageous. Her 
thoughts wandered off quickly onto Kristal and then Jim, 
her desire to offend and shock disappearing as her man re-
entered her dreams. She wondered what he was doing now. It 
must have been about ten o'clock, she thought and assumed 
he would be out of bed. He had said he was visiting 
relatives that morning, so perhaps he was traveling.

"There, that's it" said Nikki, wiping between Rebecca's 
legs very gently with the flannel.

"What you should do is run some warm water onto the flannel 
and 
wash again, making sure that it doesn't sting. Then Nikki 
can see if there are any more little hairs to shave off," 
said Lauren, an authority on the subject.

"OK, let me up and I'll go to the bathroom," said Rebecca, 
again trying to raise hr head.

"Better idea. I'll wash you there, won't be a minute" said 
Nikki, running off.

Lauren took Rebecca's head in her hands and kissed her on 
the lips. 

It felt strange upside down, but certainly not unpleasant. 
"I want to look," said Lauren, straddling her head and 
leaning over so that Rebecca had a close-up view of her 
pussy as she supported herself on the table. "It looks 
beautiful, I could eat it!" said Lauren. Nikki returned 
with the flannel dripping a trail of water. She slopped it 
onto Rebecca's thighs and proceeded to wipe away the last 
of the soap, pushing a corner in between her swollen lips 
to make sure all the soap had gone. She patted her skin 
with the soft white towel and ensured she was dry all over.
"God, I'm so randy!" said Rebecca.

"Too bad, you're staying there for a while. We're going to 
watch the film!" said Nikki. She flicked the volume control 
up higher so that the moans and groans from the blonde girl 
filled the room. Rebecca could just see the action by 
turning her head to the right. When she looked fully to the 
left, she could see Lauren and Nikki sitting together on 
the sofa, cuddling.

"Oh, come on, that's not fair. You've got to help me!" she 
wailed.

"Shall we help her?" asked Lauren, casually.

"Well, I don't know, has she been a good girl?" asked 
Nikki.

"Let's find out if she's a good girl" said Lauren, sliding 
off the sofa to crouch in front of Rebecca. She opened her 
legs, allowing Nikki to join her, and they began to lick at 
her newly-shaved pussy. It was a delight for all three of 
them. For Rebecca, the effect of two young teenage girls' 
tongues on her clitoris sent her wild. And for Lauren and 
Nikki, the squeaky clean smell of the soap with the musky 
scent of Rebecca was heaven. Their tongues probed, each 
with it's own ideas, as they fought over her clitoris and 
battled for the chance to delve deeply into her treasure 
trove. Realising that they were banging into each other too 
frequently, Lauren settled underneath the table and licked 
Rebecca's brown hole, while Nikki continued to lick her 
vagina, the lips widely-spread and began to explore deeply 
inside her. 

Rebecca strained against the stockings that held her limbs, 
fighting her bonds but relishing the feeling of being 
captive to the two youngsters. Lauren felt her anus 
contracting around her tongue, and brought her finger into 
play, alternating between finger and tongue as she worked 
with Nikki to bring her to orgasm. Nikki was aware of the 
bubbling and increased activity inside the girl and probed 
deeper with her tongue as she rubbed the pink bud with her 
left hand. She could see Lauren's tongue lapping below her 
and increased her own actions in time with Lauren. Rebecca 
started to shake, gently at first as though she was cold, 
and then almost violently as she milked the sensations, 
pushing way over the edge and shooting her up into the land 
of trembling orgasm, leaving her shaking and floating up 
there while the girls both inserted their fingers into her, 
ensuring that she was both speechless and incapable of 
movement for almost a minute.

Nikki watched fascinated, then looked down at Lauren with 
concern on her face. Lauren shuffled out from under the 
table and looked at Rebecca's face, a picture of happiness 
and calm as she began to relax. Finally, they heard a 
breath from inside her, and then an enormous exhalation as 
she came back to earth.

"Did you come?" asked Nikki smiling.

"You've got to untie me, please!" cried Rebecca.

Lauren loosed off the stockings and Rebecca rolled off the 
table and onto the floor. She curled up like a young child 
on the thick yellow carpet and purred contentedly. Nikki 
sat down on the edge of the table, facing Rebecca while 
Lauren leaned on her shoulder, giving Nikki the opportunity 
to run her hand between Lauren's legs and hug her closely. 

They cuddled for a couple of minutes, watching Rebecca's 
regular breathing, while their hearts beat faster and 
faster as Nikki explored between Lauren's legs.

"Mmm, let's go back into the Jacuzzi!" said Lauren, pulling 
Nikki's head against her hip. "Actually, I've got another 
idea. Let's see if there's any wine in the fridge. Maybe we 
could have a party in the bathroom!" said Lauren. Nikki 
squeezed her and released her, letting her hand trail 
between her legs as Lauren walked away into the kitchen. 

She opened the fridge, giggling in delight as she spotted 
the dark green champagne bottle lurking to the left of the 
lettuce. Lauren undid the foil carefully, not quite sure 
how to open the bottle in the proper manner, but sensible 
enough to point the cork in the direction of the door. She 
walked slowly out of the kitchen as she undid the wire 
retainer, her excitement bubbling inside as she removed it 
and started to push the cork slowly out of the bottle. 

Nikki was still looking down at Rebecca, unaware of her 
presence, until, of course, the cork shot out of the bottle 
and ricocheted off the wall. Nikki jumped instantly, 
turning just in time to see a stream of champagne heading 
in her direction. It hit her, bouncing off her chest and 
down onto Rebecca's legs.

"Hey, you scared me. Where the hell did you get that?" 
asked Nikki, dripping wet.

"In the fridge, want some more?" giggled Lauren, kneeling 
beside Rebecca. She looked up at Nikki, watching the drips 
of wine forming on her nipples, falling onto her stomach 
below to join those flowing freely between her young 
breasts.

"Yeah, OK, got any glasses?" asked Nikki.

"No, just drink from the bottle!" said Lauren, showing her 
how. As she tipped the bottle back, it spurted out from 
between her lips, covering her chest and legs. She choked 
on a mouthful, laughing, determined to soak up the luxury 
that the underground refuge had to offer. She tipped a 
little on Rebecca, causing her to flinch as the cold, 
golden liquid flowed over her hips and out of sight between 
her thighs, resting no doubt on the exquisite carpet. 

Rebecca rolled onto her back, her face like the Cheshire 
Cat, as she smiled languidly at her young friends. She held 
out her hand to take the bottle, and propped herself up on 
her elbow to take a long swig.

"That's nice. Where are all the dressing gowns? I feel a 
bit cold, don't you?" asked Rebecca to nobody in 
particular.

"I'll get them, then I want to watch a bit more of the 
film. I only saw a couple of minutes where the girl was 
about to get laid by the boy with the big cock!" said 
Nikki. She walked off towards the bathroom, stopping on the 
way to get three crystal glasses from the kitchen. When she 
returned, Lauren and Rebecca were cuddled up on the sofa, 
watching the young blonde girl kneeling in doggy-style in 
her garden, parting her pussy lips with her left hand as 
the boy pressed against her wet tunnel. A thick river of 
cum flowed from inside her, dripping down her left leg as 
the boy wiped his rigid cock around her little pink bottom, 
spreading the sticky liquid in preparation, it seemed, for 
a second, tighter entrance.

"Oh yes, this is amazing!" said Nikki, sitting on the 
right-hand side of Rebecca, while Lauren sat on her left. 
The boy probed gently but firmly, pushing further each time 
as she yielded to his desires. Rebecca felt Nikki squirming 
against her and pushed her hand underneath her bottom, 
pulling her closer and bringing her little hole within 
range of her middle finger. Nikki realised what was on 
offer and gladly accepted, sitting up slightly and turning 
further towards Rebecca.

"Do you like this?" asked Rebecca, her finger entering less 
than half an inch into her bottom.

"Oh yes, slowly," said Nikki, now leaning on her shoulder 
so that Rebecca could reach more easily. Lauren watched 
them, noticing Nikki licking Rebecca's right nipple like a 
baby as she surrendered to the stiff finger inside her. 
Lauren took her head and pulled her across Rebecca's lap. 
Rebecca spread her own legs to support Nikki, and then 
pushed Nikki's legs apart. Nikki turned towards the 
television, watching the swollen head of the boy's cock 
disappear inside the beautiful young blonde. 

The further he went in it seemed, the more cum squeezed out 
of her, making Nikki think that more than one person had 
had the pleasure of the girl's body in the earlier part of 
the film that they had missed. Rebecca eased Nikki's thighs 
apart, then pulled her closer to her body. Nikki's head 
rested gently now on Lauren's lap, as Rebecca parted the 
firm cheeks of her bottom with her left hand and found her 
anus with her right. She reached across to the coffee table 
and took the champagne bottle. Taking a quick gulp, 
she offered it to Lauren, who did the same, and then let a 
little dribble from the bottle over Nikki's face and into 
her mouth. Finally, she sloshed some over her bottom, put 
the bottle down on the table and spread the liquid over her 
thighs and pouting pussy lips.

Rebecca ran her finger around the little girl's anus in 
ever-decreasing circles, homing in on the sensitive spot, 
absolutely sure that Nikki was pleading for penetration as 
the taught muscular rings contracted every time her finger 
approached and then relaxed, offering entry. 

Lauren opened her legs slightly, allowing Nikki an 
unrestricted view of her little pussy and the swollen 
clitoris that had received little attention that morning. 
She pulled her head towards her warm pussy lips, smiling as 
Nikki's tongue probed as deeply as it could in the position 
she was in. Lauren watched the film, nudging Rebecca as the 
young blonde girl lay on a bed, busily removing the clothes 
of another blonde girl, their breasts touching as she 
pulled down her tiny white lace knickers to reveal a tuft 
of lightly-coloured hair. 

Nikki sensed the interest in the film, principally because 
Rebecca had stopped exploring her bottom and had her finger 
lodged halfway inside her tight little passageway. She 
turned towards the television, watching the two blondes 
kissing, their hands running over each others breasts as 
their passion increased. Nikki decided that Rebecca had 
lost interest in their petting for the moment, and turned 
onto her side to watch the video, taking a quick swig from 
the champagne as she settled down across their laps.

Lauren took the bottle from Nikki's hand. She shared the 
remainder of the contents with Rebecca, belching loudly 
while the two girls giggled at each other. Lauren up-ended 
the bottle, dripping the very last of the wine over Nikki. 
She dropped the bottle casually onto the carpet, watching 
it roll across the floor.

"Come on, lick her for God's sake you tart!" shouted Lauren 
at the television as the two blondes kissed. Rebecca turned 
to watch Lauren, frowning at her antics and somewhat 
surprised at her outburst.

"Hey, let's get back in the Jacuzzi, I'm getting cold" 
suggested Rebecca. "I need to do my legs and under my arms. 
And we can read about the order of service, that should be 
interesting!"

"Yeah, come one, these films are all the same. They just 
make you want more." said Nikki, getting to her feet.
The three naked girls walked out of the lounge and headed 
for the water. Rebecca led the way with the red leather 
book, Lauren and Nikki watching her cute bottom twitching 
as she walked, her rounded features enticing to the two 
younger girls. Lauren could feel the excitement of the day 
and the effect of the champagne combining to make little 
fluttering feelings inside her as she watched Rebecca now 
bending over the water, turning on the hot tap. While the 
water splashed into the tub, Rebecca found another new 
razor and fetched the shaving cream from the lounge.

"I can do this myself. You two get into the water and get 
warm again. Then I've got a treat as my way of saying thank 
you for being my bridesmaids!"

"What is it?" asked Lauren.

"Ah ha, you'll just have to wait." replied Rebecca, 
squeezing foam over her legs. She sat down on the side of 
the Jacuzzi and ran the razor up each leg, feeling herself 
after each stroke to ensure that she was doing some good. 
She didn't bother with foam under her arms, and shaved them 
with the residue that had collected around the razor head. 
The whole process took less than two minutes, just enough 
time for the water to warm up and for Lauren and Nikki to 
settle down.

"OK, wait here. I'll be about five minutes, then I'll be 
back to amuse you both. Try and wash each other nicely." 
She pulled on her dressing gown and headed for the bedroom. 
Lauren slid down into the hot water, allowing it to lap 
under her chin. "I need to go to the toilet again" she 
said, looking at Nikki.

"Well, just stand on the ledge and aim it over there, just 
not in here, thank you!" said Nikki.

"I know" said Lauren, clambering over the ledge. She lay 
down on the tiled floor with her legs pulled up against her 
chest. After ten seconds or so, a small fountain of piss 
shot from between her legs, falling back onto her stomach 
and running over the floor. She screwed her eyes up 
tightly, grinning a little as she imagined what she looked 
like.

"Oh, Lori, you dirty bitch!" shouted Nikki, amused more by 
the abandon that Lauren was showing after the glasses of 
champagne.

"I love the feeling. It's just so, sort of...free and 
easy!"

"Come back in here and I'll clean you up"

"Nik, I really want to get laid. I need Jim now. Inside me. 
Hard!"

"You'll just have to wait. Maybe Rebecca and I can help you 
out?"

"Yeah. I wonder what she's up to?"

"Don't know. Get back in."


Chapter 37

Lauren slid back into the water, pleased with the hot soapy 
water as it enveloped her body and warmed her. Nikki stood 
up and began soaping herself down, rubbing her breasts 
fondly as she played with the nipples. Lauren joined in, 
standing on the ledge to soap herself completely, then 
again returning to the water to rinse off. 

"What about your bottom, then?" asked Nikki.

"I can't reach." lied Lauren. "Help me?" 

Lauren lay on her stomach over the ledge of the Jacuzzi so 
that her bottom was just out of the water. Nikki soaped her 
fingers and covered the cheeks of Lauren's bottom, edging 
her hands slowly between her legs as she cleaned her pussy. 
Parting her legs a little to make sure she left nowhere 
unwashed, Nikki pushed her middle finger into Lauren's 
tight anus, making Lauren groan delightedly as she explored 
the dark passageway. She pulled her finger out, rinsed it 
in the water, and pushed in again, ensuring each time that 
there was plenty of soap to grease her entry. Lauren rolled 
over onto her back, making sure that Nikki remained between 
her legs. She wrapped her feet around Nikki's back and 
pulled her nearer, hugging her. 

"You're so sweet," said Lauren. Nikki pulled Lauren close 
so that her head rested against her rounded little breasts. 
They remained in their embrace for several moments until 
Lauren let go and ushered Nikki to lie on the edge of the 
Jacuzzi in her place. 

Lauren then returned the favour, pleased to push her finger 
into her friends tight cavern as Rebecca had done earlier. 
She was toying with Nikki's clitoris and pussy lips when 
they heard the door swing open. Lauren turned to see 
Rebecca standing in the doorway. 

She now wore her dressing gown, but had clearly been up to 
something from the smile on her face. She walked slowly 
towards the Jacuzzi and mounted the steps. Pausing at the 
top, she waited until both girls were watching her, then 
pulled the cord that held her gown together. It fell open 
to reveal Rebecca dressed in a sexy black bra, with black 
stockings and suspenders. Where her knickers should have 
been, there was simply hairless pink skin and the parted 
lips of her pussy, the classic feminine shape between her 
legs clearly visible to the girls as they watched below 
her. Rebecca pulled the robe aside and placed her hands on 
her hips. 

"OK, both of you, in the bedroom!" she said sternly. 
The smiles disappeared from their faces as they looked at 
each other and climbed out of the tub. 

"No need for towels, just get onto the bed!" said Rebecca, 
following them through the door to the bedroom. Lauren and 
Nikki clambered onto the bed and sat with their backs 
against the pillows, waiting for the next command. 

"Spread your legs, both of you!" ordered Rebecca, climbing 
onto the bed and kneeling in front of the girls. She looked 
between Lauren's legs, parting her thighs slightly to get a 
better view. Then she moved to Nikki, doing the same and 
looking closely at her pouting pussy. 

"OK, Nikki, you look like you need it most. Lie down and 
wait for me!" Rebecca retrieved the strap-on dildo from the 
drawer and knelt again in front of Nikki, buckling up the 
device flamboyantly as the two younger girls watched, open-
mouthed. "OK, Lauren, take this oil and lubricate us both." 

Lauren poured the Baby Oil over the long dildo and rubbed 
it carefully, feeling the rugged contours of the shaft 
between her fingers. She tipped a little over Nikki's 
vagina, rubbing it generously into her gaping slit. 

"Lauren, hold her pussy apart and guide me in!" said 
Rebecca, taking up a position between Nikki's legs. 
Rebecca eased forward, bringing the tip of the phallus into 
contact with Nikki's pink lips, causing her to arch her 
back in anticipation of the inevitable thrust. Lauren moved 
to the right-hand side of her little friend, bringing her 
right hand under her leg so that she could use both hands 
to hold her young pussy wide open for the thick cock that 
was hovering at her entrance. Rebecca braced herself with 
her hands either side of Nikki's body, arms straight, and 
pushed into her, not stopping even when Nikki issued a cry. 

She continued until their bodies met, Nikki now with seven 
inches of thick shaft inside her, two more than she had 
experienced with Mike. A look on disbelief was slowly 
changed into one of simpering pleasure as Rebecca slowly 
withdrew. Lauren took her hands away and rested her head 
just above Nikki's pubic hair, able there to watch her two 
friends engaged in their pas de deux of eroticism. 

She inspected the device between Rebecca's legs, noticing 
how tightly the straps had been fastened, Rebecca's thighs 
bulging either side of the coarse leather as she powered 
into her target. Occasionally, she caught a glimpse of 
Rebecca's pussy lips, the clitoris proudly present, poking 
between the slippery sex lips that Lauren would willingly 
have licked again if asked. The black stockings were 
masterly, an erotic statement of power and seduction that 
caused butterflies to flutter in her stomach. 

Nikki raised her legs so that her feet floated above the 
bed while her hands gripped the bedspread as though she 
feared falling off. As the strokes continued, her legs 
wrapped around Rebecca's back until her feet interlocked 
and held the provider of her approaching orgasm in place. 

Rebecca's face was hot, beads of perspiration forming on 
her forehead as she pumped away, her rhythm building in 
strength and speed as the muscles in her back showed 
beneath her pale skin. Nikki bucked in time with Rebecca, 
giving the impression that the two girls were adept lovers, 
putting on a show for a new recruit. 

As Nikki's breathing became heavier, so her legs tightened 
around Rebecca, controlling her movement, until Nikki 
squeezed with all her might, her leg muscles bulging under 
the force of the demands made to pull every last inch into 
her vagina to push her over the edge. She screamed loudly 
as she pulled Rebecca towards her, grabbing her head and 
demanding that their lips met in a forceful embrace which 
lasted less than a second as Nikki threw her arms around 
Rebecca's neck and pulled her flat against her young body. 

Rebecca's breasts squashed out of the black bra, moving 
slowly as Nikki shuddered underneath the redhead, sobbing 
and jerking as the orgasm continued to course through her 
like a steam-train. 

They remained locked together for several minutes. Lauren 
sat beside them feeling somewhat on the periphery, thinking 
though to herself that she fully expected to see blood on 
the sheets after the penetration of such a little girl by 
such a massive device. She certainly knew that she would 
have been unable to take the whole of it, and was surprised 
that Nikki had reached orgasm, given the probable concerns 
that she would have had at the beginning. Her thoughts 
turned back to the encounter she had with her two 
classmates in the showers just before the end of term, and 
how surprised she had been to see them engaged in their 
activity. 

Indeed, she had found it alarming as well as intriguing, 
never for a moment realising the wanton pleasure that was 
waiting to be unleashed. Her naivaity made her smile. In 
those short summer months, she had explored so much. She 
had explored so many as well, she thought, grinning widely 
as she looked down at Nikki's sweat-covered forehead. With 
the greatest of pleasure, she realised that she would now 
be able to join that elite class of "those who have done 
it," and hold meaningful conversations with her peers, 
rather than listen in silence as others bragged of boys and 
questionable conquests. 

Finally, Rebecca raised herself back up, withdrawing slowly 
so as to make the end of their love-making as pleasant as 
possible. Nikki sighed and rolled over to face Lauren. She 
opened her eyes and looked up, smiling slightly through her 
matted blonde hair. 

"I can't walk. Ever again!" she said, looking at Lauren. 

"Hey" she said, turning to Rebecca, "Let me see you before 
you take that off. I just need to be able to remember it!" 
Rebecca stood on the bed above her, the big cock wobbling 
between the stockings and suspenders. Nikki looked up 
appreciatively. "You look fabulous!" she said, shaking her 
head slightly. 

"And you are very sexy. Both of you!" said Rebecca, 
kneeling again. 

"Let's have lunch, then a little sleep" suggested Lauren, 
even though she would have loved to have been entertained 
in the same manner and knew that the sheer desire that had 
been building up inside her all morning was unlikely to 
subside before she had orgasmed. She watched as Rebecca 
undid the buckles of the device and let it fall to the 
floor. "We'll call you when it's ready" said Lauren, 
throwing a dressing gown over Nikki as she left the room. 

Lauren and Rebecca managed to create a green salad between 
themselves and found some smoked salmon and other cold 
meats in the `fridge. Rebecca boiled some wild rice and 
served the meal on the kitchen table while Lauren dragged 
Nikki off the bed. Lauren decided that she preferred to 
watch the remainder of the film, and so all three girls 
carried their lunches through to the lounge. Using the 
large coffee table that had previously supported Rebecca, 
they sat cross- legged on the thick carpet in their 
dressing gowns and watched the second of the films that had 
been provided, "Lisa Learns to Love." The film appeared to 
have been made many years ago, judging by the flared 
trousers and poor quality colour, but the plot was easy to 
follow. 

Lisa appeared to be about twenty-five, an unlikely virgin 
as she was portrayed in the film. However, she acted very 
innocently while she baby-sat a teenage boy and his 
beautiful sister who had long black hair. The boy and girl 
sat in front of a roaring fire, watching television. The 
two naughty youngsters whispered to each other as they 
slowly unfolded their plan. The boy, Damon, relaxed as his 
sister positioned herself so that the baby-sitter, Lisa, 
could see up her white skirt when she pulled her leg 
against her chest. 

There was clearly nothing erotic on the television, but 
even so the young girl decided to rub her pussy with the 
palm of her hand through her white knickers. Lisa was 
clearly annoyed, and became furious as the boy and girl 
moved closer to each other, he touching her breasts through 
her blouse. She helped him undo the buttons, her lacy white 
bra evident underneath her clothing that held back her 
ample, tanned breasts. 

As the boy took off his sister's blouse, her classic full 
breasts filled the screen, their nipples poking upward, 
just asking to be licked. Her flat stomach led to a single 
button that appeared to hold her little skirt in place. The 
baby-sitter's demeanor mellowed into curiosity as the two 
youngsters fondled each other, and her eyes bulged (as 
Lauren's did) when Damon's sister asked him to stand up so 
that she could relieve him of his tight blue jeans. Beneath 
his underpants was the familiar bulge of an erect cock, the 
head pushing rudely out over the top of his underpants. 

"Oh God, that's amazing! Oh, I really need some now!" 
shrieked Lauren, staring goggled-eyed at the screen. 

"Oh, now that is big," said Rebecca, her forkful of food 
between plate and mouth as the whole of Damon came into 
view. Nikki just watched and stared, shaking her head 
slightly, thinking the same in addition to her wishes of 
having a body like the young girl in the film. 

The girl sank to the floor without taking her eyes of her 
brother's big tool, and didn't seem to notice Lisa 
stripping at her side before sitting down to help Damon 
with his sister's skirt. The little girl raised her bottom, 
allowing Lisa to take it off leaving only her tiny white 
knickers. 

All the while, she had her eyes on her brother's bulging 
cock, her mouth now slightly open as the boy played with 
the foreskin, taking it between his fingers and slowly 
moving the skin up and down. The little girl suggested that 
Lisa should watch her, and beckoned her brother to the 
sofa. She sat on the edge of the seat as Damon stood in 
front of her. 

Pushing his hands away, she took his cock, and licked the 
great bulb with her tongue, slowly introducing it into her 
mouth so that it pressed against her cheek, creating a 
moving bulge as she sucked. She used her other hand to 
investigate his balls, pulling at them as he swelled inside 
her mouth. 

Lauren had stopped eating and noticed her hand had found 
its way down between her legs. She pulled at the cord of 
her dressing gown, allowing herself greater access to her 
hot little pussy. She leaned back against the sofa, still 
cross-legged, and rubbed her erect clitoris, producing an 
instant reaction that seem to gather up all the arousal of 
the morning and put her half-way to her own orgasm already. 
She closed her eyes, peeking now and again to make sure 
that she didn't miss any of the more erotic scenes. 

The baby-sitter laid down on the floor and spread her legs 
while she directed the young girl to sit beside her. Her 
brother expertly took his position between the baby-
sitter's legs and entered her. His long shaft pumped into 
her while his sister toyed with Lisa's large breasts. The 
girl's embraced passionately, Damon's sister leaning over 
Lisa so that her hair brushed over her nipples. They 
changed positions so that Lisa sat once again on the sofa 
with her legs wide apart. Damon sister lapped at her wet 
pussy as she pushed her hands underneath her bottom cheeks. 
Damon took her from behind forcefully, the sofa preventing 
any respite from his onslaught. 

Lauren saw his cock pounding into the pretty little girl, 
her inner lips following the cock as it withdrew, the 
lubrication causing his tool to shine. His sister continued 
to lick around Lisa's lips as her thumb found it's way into 
her anus. The additional sensation pushed her over the 
edge, and she came just as Damon withdrew from his young 
sister, pumping his seed into her black hair, then over her 
shoulders, and finally between the cheeks of her bottom. As 
the spurts subsided he pushed himself back inside, lying on 
his sisters back and caressing her ears with his tongue. 
As he rested, Lisa emerged from her position and knelt on 
the sofa. 

Damon withdrew and turned his sister over. Lisa took her 
legs and pulled back to expose her pussy, now dripping with 
her brother's cum. The camera zoomed in to give a full-
screen shot of her pussy and his cock resting just at the 
entrance. His cock was still half-erect as he scooped up 
the white fluid and spread it around her anus. He pushed 
his index finger harshly inside her anus, causing her legs 
to buck as she prepared her for another invasion. 

Lisa held tightly to the young girl's thighs as Damon 
positioned himself to dive into her anal passage. Guided by 
his sister's hand, he slowly penetrated her arse, pausing 
only once before his balls banged against the cheeks of her 
bottom. Once again, his movements started slowly, gathering 
speed as it became easier to penetrate the black hole, 
until Lisa bucked wildly and almost threw him against the 
sofa with the power of her orgasm. 

Lauren had enjoyed seeing them both come, especially 
watching the white liquid shooting from the end of his 
massive cock. She considered that there must have been that 
much inside her on the two occasions when Jim had made love 
to her. Her thoughts again returned to him, and how much 
she missed him. She stopped playing with herself, and 
pulled her dressing gown around her as if she felt a draft. 

"I'm going to get a little sleep. It's only twelve thirty, 
so we could sleep `till two and still have time to do your 
hair and get dressed." said Lauren. They agreed, and made 
their way to the master bedroom and the king size bed. 
Rebecca curled up in the middle and Lauren checked the 
alarm that Nikki had set, turned off the light and snuggled 
down for some much needed sleep. 


Chapter 38

Sunday 30th August, 4pm

Maurice Gisal had spent the majority of the afternoon in 
the lounge. He had been having a quick snooze if anyone had 
asked, although Daniele knew that he would sleep for hours 
if left alone. When the children were young, a snooze on 
the sofa was a luxury, and in those days they had rarely 
needed it. But now with the children older, it still 
seemed a little naughty, but a quick sleep after lunch 
certainly had a fortifying effect. He usually read a book 
for a while until his eyelids grew heavy, and then shut his 
eyes with the book on his stomach. He was reposed this way 
when the telephone bell jarred him out of his dream and 
back to reality. Daniele tried to answer the phone before 
he awoke, but to no avail.

"Hello, Gisal residence"

Maurice squinted while his eyes adjusted to the light. He 
sat up on the sofa, swinging his legs onto the floor.

"AnneMarie! How are you. How was the honeymoon?" He 
exchanged several grunts while he obviously listened to her 
news, his smile broadening as she told him of the wonderful 
time they had spent abroad. "Yes, I know, Lauren told us 
all about it. She said she had a great day, and that you 
looked so pretty....No, she's out at the moment, can I give 
her a message?" Maurice stared blankly at the wall as he 
listened. "To me? Oh OK, what can I do for you?"
The smile vanished from his lips.

"What's wrong, dear?" asked Daniele. Her husband shook his 
head, raising his hand to silence her.

"Look, I've known you a long time, and you've known her 
just as long. If this is some kind of joke, I find it in 
the poorest of taste!" her said sternly, frowning at the 
carpet. "I'm sorry, I just don't believe that Lauren would 
do such a thing. This is ridiculous, for Christsakes, she's 
only thirteen!" His face grew red and his breathing 
shortened as he listened to the unfolding story.

"What is it Maurice, what's happened. Tell me!" shouted 
Daniele, tugging his arm.

"Just a minute!" he said into the phone, covering the 
mouthpiece. "It's Anne Marie. She says that ... Hey, did 
you know that she used to live with a woman. I mean, really 
live with, like husband and wife?"
"No, I didn't."

"Well, just before her wedding, they had a reunion of some 
of her past friends, and someone - she says - had some 
photos of Lauren naked!"

"Oh. That's stupid!" she said, smiling as though he had 
made a joke. 

"I can't believe it. It's obviously a mistake, Maurice."

"Anne Marie, where are these photos?" His eyes darted 
around the room as she responded, his face growing paler 
now as the facts began to mount and tip the scales from 
`unlikely' to `plausible'. "Yes, she's been seeing him for 
a few weeks now. You don't mean...I thought he was too good 
to be true." He paused again, listening to Anne Marie. 

Daniele tried to get Maurice to let go of the phone so that 
she could talk. "You say that, but I'm not so sure. He may 
be a victim but if he's in the pictures, then he's bloody 
guilty. I'll have the little bastard in court tomorrow."

"Maurice, please, let me talk to her!" she said, taking the 
phone. She listened for several minutes while Maurice fumed 
quietly, walking up and down the lounge, the look on his 
face changing every time she spoke as he tried to catch any 
inference from his wife's questioning that might give him 
some hope that there had been a terrible mistake.

Eventually, after some quiet questions and much nodding, 
Daniele signed off, her eyes filling with tears.

"Well?" asked Maurice.

"She's in trouble, I think. Not just these photos, I think 
there's more. Annemarie said that Kristal was also at this 
reunion in the hotel, with her new girlfriend, and they 
stayed the night." Daniele reached for a tissue to dab her 
eyes. 

"But Lauren wasn't at this reunion, was she?"

"No, but she was discussed. Seems she's been doing some 
modeling, for money, and it's gone a bit too far."

"This is all unbelievable. Our little girl, showing her 
body off for money. Where the hell did she learn how to do 
that? Eh? Where is she now?"

"She's at Nikki's."

"OK, let's take a look in her room and see if there's 
anything that can prove this story one way or the other." 

They trudged up the stairs, fearful of what they may find. 
It had been their biggest fear that one day they would have 
to do just this, search one of the children's rooms for 
drugs or evidence, but they had never dreamed that they 
would be looking for evidence to support Anne Marie's 
theories. Daniele opened the door and started at her 
bedside cabinet, careful not to disturb the contents too 
much, just in case this was all an enormous mistake. 
Maurice searched her desk drawers while Daniele continued 
with her school bag. Five minutes later, Maurice held up a 
red book and asked the question they had been dreading.
"Where did this come from?" He held a passbook of the Thun 
Trustee Bank, open at the fifth page showing an account 
balance of one thousand three hundred francs.

"Who gave her all this money? I certainly didn't." He 
thumbed through the preceding pages until he saw the 
address. "Hey, look, this is twenty kilometers from here, 
but it's in her name!" The utter disappointment showed in 
their faces as he threw it on the bed and continued the 
search.

Daniele opened the top drawer of her four drawer chest, 
rummaging through the underwear and tights. She found a 
hairbrush that she hadn't seen before, wrapped in Dior 
knickers with a bra and chemise that she certainly had 
never washed for her daughter. Turning her back to her 
husband, she brought the brush to her nose and inhaled, 
recognising immediately its purpose. However, the underwear 
was more sinister, and she tossed the lingerie on the bed. 
Maurice turned as the clothes flopped down, took a look at 
the label and walked towards the door.

"I'm going to call Nikki's father. He may have some insight 
into all this"

"But, what if he hasn't?"

"Well, then I'll just tell Lauren to get home immediately. 
She's got a lot of explaining to do already as far as I'm 
concerned!" Maurice Gisal sat down in his chair in the 
lounge and looked up Nikki's number in their phone book. He 
stared out of the window as he waited. He asked simply to 
speak to Lauren. 

"Oh, any idea when they'll be back?" he asked, twirling the 
cord of the phone round his fingers as his concern grew. " 
Left at seven o'clock? You mean this morning? That's very 
early - especially for Lauren on a Sunday. Where did they 
go?" He shook his head again. 

"Look, Andre, I think they may be in some sort of trouble." 

And with that introduction, he recounted the tale that Anne 
Marie had given him. He glossed over much of the 
photographic part, saying that maybe both girls had been 
hanging around with the wrong types. He did mention 
however, just for added weight, that they had found a bank 
passbook in Lauren's room showing a large balance.

"Andre, can you do the same and let me know if you find 
anything. I'm going to do some more investigating 
here.....Yeah, thanks, I'll call you later. I just hope 
that this is all a big mistake."

Maurice turned to his wife and took her hand. "They went 
out at about seven o'clock this morning. Someone collected 
them. Jean will be back in about two hours and she knows 
where they've gone, but Andre's going to take a look at her 
bedroom and give us a call. You know, I don't like the 
sound of this."


Chapter 39
 
Lauren waded through her schoolbooks that were lying  
on her bedroom floor, kicking the algebra textbook  
through the open window. She gave herself top marks  
for accuracy and floated into bed, kissing her teddy  
bears goodnight as the light turned itself off and the  
passengers pulled away from the train. Jim waved to  
her from the platform and she smiled.  
 
The passengers returned a few moments later, knocking  
on her bedroom door. She pulled the covers to her chin  
and grimaced as the banging intensified. She shouted at  
the door, telling them in no uncertain terms that they  
were unwelcome, but they insisted that they needed to  
enter, they needed her furniture. Lauren stormed over to  
the door and shouted, hopefully loud enough so that the  
group would realise that they would wake her parents.  
Swinging back round, she was confronted by a tall, ugly  
man who had probably come in through the window  
that she had left open. She cursed herself for being so  
foolish and lax, and demanded that he left immediately. 
 
The man calmly told her that departure was not an  
option, and began to rifle through her drawers. Lauren  
strode over to him to push him out of the window. As  
she approached, her bedroom door opened and the  
crowd entered, causally and without any rush, and  
fanned out in her room, inspecting every one of her  
possessions. They began tucking her property under  
their arms and leaving the room. Just as soon as she  
tried to detain one of the thieves, another would slip  
through the door and into the night. 
 
The ugly man leafed through her photos, smiling and  
admiring some of the shots, while another woman  
helped herself to her underwear. Lauren gave in and  
returned to bed to watch the denouement of her  
bedroom. The ugly man then turned to Lauren and  
looked down from her head to the bottom of her bed as  
Lauren shook her head sternly. The man walked over to  
her bed. Lauren was confident of her security inside her  
little bed and watched with interest as he reached out  
towards her, his expressionless eyes moving from her  
face to her neck in anticipation.. He grabbed the sheet  
and pulled, rolling it into a ball as he made for the  
blankets. 
 
"This is mine!" she shouted. "It's mine. My bed!"  
Lauren was mystified by the power of the man. A  
stranger who could invade her own bed, who had no  
remorse or conscience. He silently took her blankets,  
wrapping them up and making them disappear. Lauren  
cowered in the pale light as he towered over her. 
 
"Leave me alone. My parents will be in soon!" The  
man halted, thought momentarily and then turned to her  
desk. He found her diary and started reading it. She  
couldn't get off the bed and struggled to free herself as  
she heard him reading her life history from the age of  
ten. She was angry and powerless against his words.  
Alarm bells rang in her head, suggesting she telephone  
someone. The bells continued but the man seemed  
oblivious, transparent, silent. 
 
The bell shrilled thoughtlessly in their ears. It was  
exactly two thirty. Lauren's dream faded as she realised  
that Rebecca had snuggled up and was cuddling her.  
She couldn't see over Rebecca, but sensed that Nikki  
was facing the other way. She nuzzled against the older  
girl's head as Rebecca rested her head on her shoulder,  
dozing contentedly. The snooze alarm repeated after  
nine minutes, still annoyingly intrusive. 
 
"Let's roll out of bed and into the Jacuzzi. Then we can  
wash your hair and get you ready." said Lauren,  
reaching to the floor for her dressing gown. She pulled  
it on and picked up another for Nikki as she made her  
way round to the other side. "Hey, time to wake up!"  
she said, kissing her cheek. 
 
"Hmm, in a minute. Go away!" 
 
Lauren giggled and poked her tongue into Nikki's ear. 
 
"Oh, don't!" she said, making no effort to stop her.  
Lauren wandered off to the kitchen and filled the kettle  
to make coffee. Several minutes later she saw the others  
pass by on their way to the bathroom, and heard both  
the sound of the toilet flushing and the Jacuzzi bursting  
into life. 
 
They drank coffee in the Jacuzzi as they worked off the  
effects of their afternoon sleep. Rebecca sank briefly  
under the water to wet her hair and re-surfaced, leaning  
back against the edge of the Jacuzzi and placing her  
arms out on the ledge to support herself. Lauren stood  
in front of her on one of the steps inside the tub so that  
she could look down as she helped wash her hair. Nikki  
sat behind her, outside the Jacuzzi, watching the  
enticing shape of both Rebecca's breasts as they  
bobbed in the water and the wonderful outline of  
Lauren's sex as the water lapped around her tanned  
thighs. Lauren administered the shampoo and both girls  
massaged Rebecca's head, rubbing the soap in while  
keeping most of it out of her eyes. 
 
"That should do. Jump in the shower and rinse off.  
We're going to stay here and soak!" said Lauren,  
helping Nikki back into the hot tub. They watched as  
Rebecca rinsed the soap of from her hair, taking forever  
in Lauren's mind to make sure it was as clean as  
possible. She returned and hopped back into the water,  
but not before giving Lauren a tempting view again  
between her legs and the hairless lips of her pussy.  
They fooled around for several more minutes until  
Rebecca announced that they should be getting out as  
she led the way, without drying off, back into the  
bedroom. The three naked girls dripped over the carpet  
and untidy bed, leaving damp patches wherever they  
went. Nikki rubbed her hands on the sheets and began  
the lengthy task of drying Rebecca's hair. She leant  
back on one of the pillows, and pulled Rebecca back,  
between her legs, so that she could run her fingers  
through her hair while using the hairdryer.  
 
Lauren made herself busy over in the cupboard by the  
staircase, selecting three gowns that seemed to be the  
correct size, and trying each on until she was happy  
with one for herself and Nikki. She could hear the  
giggles above the whine of the hairdryer, and was both  
pleased and annoyed that Nikki and Rebecca seemed to  
get along so well. She felt that she had a very special  
relationship with Nikki that she wasn't going to give up  
very easily, and was slightly miserable about being the  
only one to have missed out on the attention during the  
day. Perhaps, she thought, that her mood was the result  
of her being as randy as hell. She felt that should would  
have gladly paid money to have the two girls writhing  
with her, and was determined, somehow, to make sure  
that that was what happened before too long. 
 
She found three pairs of sandals in the bottom of the  
cupboard and arranged them by the stairs. She  
wondered what she should wear underneath as she  
closed the door. There was a terrible temptation to wear  
some of the lingerie that they had found in the bedroom,  
but on balance Lauren thought that while this may be a  
time for celebration, that was not really an excuse for  
erotic knickers and stockings. Later, maybe. She crept  
back into the bedroom and watched Rebecca as she  
enjoyed the attention, Nikki fussing about her as though  
she was one of her childhood dolls. Rebecca had her  
elbows on Nikki's knees, her round breasts wobbling as  
Nikki ran the drier over her neck. Rebecca saw her and  
motioned her over to the bed, patting the area in front of  
her legs. Lauren clambered onto the bed and settled  
down next to her, content to watch until Rebecca put  
her hand around her neck and pulled her. Their lips met  
as Rebecca touched her breast with her fingers, so  
lightly that Lauren barely noticed.  
 
"I promise, I'll make it up to you." said Rebecca. The  
sound of the hairdryer stopped as Nikki squeezed out  
from behind Rebecca and put her arm around Lauren.  
She pulled her backwards playfully, so that Lauren lay  
flat on the bed. 
 
"Hey!" said Nikki, kissing her lips upside down, "I  
promise as well. After Rebecca's ceremony, we'll  
cover you in strawberries and cream and have you for  
tea!" 
 
"You dirty little girl. Where do you think of these  
things?" mocked Lauren in a voice like her mother's. 
 
"Oh, remind me to tell you both of a time when that  
sort of happened to me!" giggled Rebecca as she got off  
the bed. "I've got an idea, when we've finished here,  
we can get a lift back to my house. My folks are going  
out tonight. We'll see if there's a film on" 
 
"Hey, that's a good idea!" said Lauren, pulling herself  
up. "Come and try your clothes on, I've put them on the  
sofa in the reception area." They approved of the robes  
(although they had little choice), and made sure that  
their sandals fitted reasonably well. Lauren looked at  
Rebecca, noticing that her robe, like the others, had six  
or seven small ribbons down the front which could be  
tied in a bow to fasten the front of the robe together.  
The clothing was by no means becoming, and hung  
shapelessly over her breasts and down past her knees.  
The only flattering part of it was that her nipples could  
be clearly distinguished through the silky material. 
 
"It's only ten past three, I'm going to stay in my  
dressing gown" said Nikki, dumping the robe back on  
the sofa. 
 
"Yeah, let's eat, I'm starving" said Lauren, heading  
naked for the bedroom in search of her own dressing  
gown. 
 
They gathered again in the kitchen and made coffee.  
Rebecca raided the cupboards for biscuits, and was  
surprised to find some cream cakes that they had  
missed in their early morning forage through the room.  
They ate and drank until about twenty to four, when the  
mood changed from one of frivolity and laughter to  
seriousness and concentration. Rebecca took the red  
leather book again and read through the order of  
service, acquainting them all with what was expected of  
them and where they had to stand and what they had to  
do. 
 
"It then says that when the boy and girl are to be  
joined, the bridesmaid or bridesmaids should loosen the  
brides clothing to allow entry, and ensure that the boy  
enters symbolically when ready. The Best Man may  
assist this process if necessary. The priest and priestess  
will add additional assistance if required." Rebecca  
looked and grinned at the girls. "Guess you have to  
make sure I'm nice and wet!" 
 
"God, what if he comes before he gets near you?"  
asked Nikki. 
 
"No idea. Maybe the Best Man should lick it all up and  
then we could start again!" Lauren and Nikki smiled  
while Rebecca turned the page. "Then it says that the  
bridesmaids should ensure that the bride gives the  
groom sufficient space in which to begin penetration by  
parting her legs. After penetration and prayers, the  
bride and groom should stand and face the  
congregation. After congratulations, they may dress." 
 
"Wow, this is a real turn on if you ask me!" said  
Lauren, imagining the sight of Rebecca being taken by  
the stranger with everyone else watching. 
 
"Here, then it says that I am then considered a full  
member of the Church and may participate in all other  
activities and ceremonies" said Rebecca, flipping the  
book closed. 
 
"Hey, did you know you had to do all this?" asked  
Nikki 
 
"Yeah, not all the detail, but I knew about the sex bit.  
That's OK, I know most of the people, they're fine"  
said Rebecca as she rose to fill her coffee cup. 
 
They chatted for a few more minutes and then made  
their way to the reception area to dress in their robes.  
Nikki was amused by her sandals which were  
guaranteed to fall off during the ceremony due to their  
size. This provided some amusement as their mood  
(especially Rebecca's) became more contemplative and  
appropriate to the occasion. She read through the order  
of service again and dropped the book on the sofa.  
Lauren felt a buzz of excitement run through her and  
looked around once again at the fabulous underground  
apartment they had enjoyed since the early morning.  
She felt naked even though she had the robe on and  
thought it was probably due to the baggy nature of the  
gown and the way it looked like a tent. It was then that  
she realised that she had seen some silk belts inside the  
cupboard and bounded over to retrieve them. Both  
Nikki and Rebecca were glad to see them, and hurried  
to thread them through the silk loops at each side before  
tying them in a bow at the front. 
 
"Now, that look better, doesn't it?" said Nikki. 
 
"Yeah, now what about the flowers?" asked Lauren 
 
"Oh Jeeze, you're right, they're still in the fridge!"  
cried Rebecca. 
 
"I'll get them, just relax" said Nikki as she swept out of  
the room, returning moments later with three perfect  
rings of light blue and white orchids for their hair. Nikki  
removed the first one from the cellophane box and  
gently placed it on Rebecca's head, adjusting it until it  
stayed there by itself, and then pinning it with a couple  
of hair grips for luck. She did the same for Lauren,  
while Rebecca did hers. They stepped back and  
decided that they looked beautiful. 
 
"Like three virgins, wouldn't you say?" quipped Nikki. 
 
"Yep, and just in time, I think I can hear someone  
coming" said Lauren, looking at the ceiling. Sure  
enough, the door above opened and Ariane came down  
the stairs, beaming at the young girls. 
 
"Great, so glad that you're ready! Did you enjoy  
yourself down here? Absolutely wonderful place isn't  
it?" she said, leading them upstairs. "Er, did you  
remember everything that you had to do?" she said,  
turning to Rebecca at the top of the stairs. 
 
"Yes, think so. Nice and clean and tidy and all that, you  
know." 
 
"Good, we'll walk slowly over to the hall. Your young  
man will be here in about five minutes!" They made  
their way through the house and out into the back.  
Several cars were now parked there and the sun was  
low in the sky. Lauren grinned at Rebecca as she  
walked just behind her with Nikki next to her. She  
squinted at the brightness of the day, pleased to feel the  
meager warmth of the sun's rays hitting her face as they  
followed the flagstone path to the hall. A sudden gust of  
wind whistled between the buildings, picking up the dry  
summer dust in it's path. Lauren felt the little vortex  
swirl around her, leaving traces on her face and bare  
feet. Through half-closed eyes she could still make out  
the building across the courtyard, even though most of  
the detail was hidden in the dust cloud. 
 
As it cleared, the building resembled an old barn with  
two massive black doors at the front, and vertical side  
walls that joined a high pitched roof of thin black tiles.  
In traditional Swiss style, the windows were ornately  
painted in red and white, the flowers surrounding the  
walls adding a touch of colour and beauty to the  
otherwise functional building. 
 
Ariane turned to Rebecca. "Did anyone tell you? Father  
Paul has had to go Zurich. Father Michael will be  
taking the service. He's from Houston, Texas. Seems a  
very nice man. Sister Winifred is still here though. I'm  
sure it will be a wonderful service, anyway. Father  
Michael is quite famous you know!" she said. Rebecca  
looked annoyed, even a little concerned, but her  
expression soon returned to one of excitement as she  
looked around, no doubt trying to get a glimpse of the  
boy she was to ceremonially marry into the church.  
Lauren considered it strange that she would not see him  
beforehand, and found it difficult to comprehend the  
way Rebecca must have weighed her love of the church  
against the invasion of privacy. If they really do believe  
that everything is pre-ordained, and the best solution  
always is therefore to just relax, then whatever anyone  
said or did, there was no method of altering the  
consequences. 
 
She was wondering whether Nikki or even Rebecca had  
these sort of thoughts when the two huge black doors  
slid open to reveal the interior. Lauren noticed the  
massive beams up in the roof and the modern lights that  
hung from the rafters. The rectangular room had  
obviously been a stables at one point, and retained it's  
cobbled floor. Directly in the centre of the large room  
was what Lauren though must be a sort of altar. It was  
constructed from several rectangular bales of hay piled  
up in a sort of platform or dais. In the raised middle,  
white sheets had been draped, probably to protect flesh  
from the sharp straw. 


Chapter 40

The congregation - Lauren thought there were about ten  
or twelve only - sat on two pews at right angles to each  
other, at the near-side of the white altar. Five huge  
candle-holders stood on the ground around the altar,  
taller than Lauren, containing thick white candles ready  
to be lit. Lauren was surprised to see TV screens dotted  
around the room until she saw a camera that was  
obviously there to record Rebecca's wedding. The girls,  
still lead by Ariane, walked between the pews and took  
up their position at the other side of the altar, finally  
turning back towards the congregation, and beyond  
them, the open doors through which her intended would  
pass in the next few minutes. She looked at the people  
sitting in the pews, and thought they looked pretty  
normal people, even though they as well were dressed  
in similar robes. There was a cross-section of ages, one  
young girl and a boy who may have been brother and  
sister sat together in the front row. Otherwise they were  
all older than her, probably around thirty, Lauren  
thought. As she took in the spectators, one lady even  
nodded to her, smiling happily as if to say she looked  
lovely. Lauren shuffled her feet as she looked around  
the room, wringing her hands and trying to avoid eye  
contact with anyone. 
 
The barn was certainly old, she thought, realising that  
some of the wood-work on the walls must have been  
the remains of the old stalls when horses were stabled  
in there. Heavy iron rings were visible around the room  
for tethering horses, and the smell of the animals was  
still evident amongst the heady smell of oriental  
incense. Ariane took her place on the left hand pew at  
the back, just as a man entered, accompanying two  
young boys. The first boy was slightly taller than  
Lauren, and reminded her of her brother, with short  
brown curly hair and brown eyes. Lauren thought that  
his physique was not as well defined as her brother, but  
he was no wimp either. He was, however, clearly  
embarrassed by the huge bulge that pushed out his  
gown below his belt, and no matter what he did with his  
hands, he could not hide it. 
 
Lauren and Nikki smiled at each other, trying to  
determine if the Best Man also had a problem. As the  
groom approached, he looked quickly at Rebecca,  
smiled nervously, and took his place by her side. The  
Best Man stood between the bridesmaids, and the five  
children waited. Lauren noticed that Rebecca was now  
slightly on edge, fidgeting with her belt and trying to  
sneak looks at the boy next to her. She even glanced  
down at his hands to see if his cock had made any  
progress one way or the other. The congregation had  
seen it all before, thought Lauren, as they sat in front of  
her, exchanging the occasional whisper. The man who  
had led the two boys into the church sat down in the  
pews, and the chatter ceased as the sound of pan pipes  
filled the room. Two of the men from the congregation  
stood and closed the doors, just as a small door creaked  
opened behind the girls.  
 
A tall, middle aged man emerged, accompanied by a  
lady with long dark hair, wearing a face mask as though  
she was dressed to go to a masked ball. As they  
approached, Lauren noted that the man was not God's  
gift to male modeling, with a gnarled face and poorly  
cut hair which looked like it could do with a wash. He  
was dressed in a gown similar to her own, tied at the  
front and pulled together with a belt around his waist.  
His sandals flapped as he walked slowly towards them.  
As he walked he looked down at a large old book and  
read quietly to himself. The lady walked in step behind  
him with infinitely more grace and poise. Her long  
straight hair fell down her back, and the belt of her robe  
served to accentuate the curves of her body. Without  
the advantage of seeing her face, Lauren thought she  
must have been about thirty years old. She carried  
nothing except a bouquet of flowers, similar to those in  
the girl's hair. 
 
The ugly priest stopped between the girls and the  
congregation, turning his back on Lauren as he spoke.  
Lauren looked down at the lady's feet and tried to  
determine what sort of figure she had from the profile  
she could see. 
 
"Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, welcome to this  
wondrous day. We are here to celebrate the joining  
together of Rebecca and Karl as they enter into the  
body of the church, freely and willingly, so that they too  
might continue it's teaching and work throughout the  
world. Today, we will, by the union of their bodies,  
confirm our belief that all things are pre-ordained and  
that fate is our master. We will also confirm our belief  
that we are helpless in the hands of fate, and therefore  
abdicate our concern and responsibility over to fate  
itself." 
 
Lauren glanced at Nikki, pleased to see that there was a  
smirk on her face as she too listened and wondered  
what on earth they were doing attending the service.  
The priest turned to Rebecca, glancing quickly at  
Lauren and Nikki. His hands had a rugged, outdoor  
look to them, the nails spilt in places and the backs of  
his hands covered in thick black hair. Lauren stole a  
glance at the lady priestess and tried to work out what  
she must look like without the mask. Her figure was  
wonderful, and her nipples pushed against the silky  
robe as her chest rose and fell with her breathing.  
Lauren looked at her lips and began to form an image of  
her naked body in her mind, becoming mindful as she  
did of the stirring deep inside her, reminding her of the  
attention she needed later that day. The music  
continued to wander through the room, offering a  
wonderful air of calm and well-being that caressed  
Lauren as she tilted her head to one side in sympathy  
with the melodic phrases. 
 
"Rebecca, do you freely and gladly consent to be joined  
with Karl in the service of marriage into the Residualist  
church?" said the priest. As he spoke, the priestess  
walked around them, lighting each candle in turn until  
all five had good strong flames. 
 
"I do" 
 
"And Rebecca, do you vow to protect the integrity of  
the church, to defend it's name, and strive at all times to  
follow the teachings of the church?" 
 
"I do" 
 
"Rebecca, please kneel" 
 
Rebecca knelt down in front of the priest and stared at  
the floor. 
 
"Rebecca, do you swear to promote the mission of the  
church, while protecting it's institutions, wherever you  
may be, and to follow unswervingly in your search for  
inner peace?" 
 
"I swear before the assembled" replied Rebecca. 
 
"You may rise. Now Karl, do you freely and gladly  
consent to be joined with Rebecca in the service of  
marriage into the Residualist church?" 
 
"I do" 
 
"And Karl, do you vow to protect the integrity of the  
church, to defend it's name, and strive at all times to  
follow the teachings of the church?" 
 
"I do" 
 
The priest nodded at Karl, who knelt as Rebecca had  
done in front of the two officials. 
 
"Karl, do you swear to promote the mission of the  
church, while protecting it's institutions, wherever you  
may be, and to follow unswervingly in your search for  
inner peace?" 
 
"I swear before the assembled" he replied. 
 
"You may rise" said the priestess. Lauren looked at her  
instantly. She looked into the pupils behind the mask. A  
sense of deja vu swept into her mind, paused to tease  
her further, and then left. The priestess held out her  
hand for Rebecca, guiding her back to the altar.  
Rebecca climbed up one bale, about a foot off the  
ground, turned and stood on the higher bale that was  
covered with the white cloth so that she faced the  
congregation. She held out her hands and beckoned  
Lauren and Nikki to her sides. Lauren took her position  
on her right, while Nikki knelt the other side. The priest  
and priestess stood at her head, also facing the pews.  
The overhead lights dimmed in the room, leaving only  
the guttering glow of the candles to provide  
illumination.  
 
"Undo my bows, slowly from the bottom!" whispered  
Rebecca out of the corner of her mouth. She laid a hand  
on each of their shoulders as they started with the  
lowest bow, pulling the material apart as they revealed  
her legs. The groom and his best man knelt in front of  
her, giving the congregation (and the two boys) a  
perfect view as they removed Rebecca's robe. Lauren  
glanced in the direction of the crowd, pleased to see  
that they were all watching. The groom had his hands  
by his side, making no attempt to stop his cock from  
pushing hard against his robe. As Nikki tugged the  
second bow, Lauren caught a glimpse of the newly- 
shaved pussy. Her stomach turned a somersault as the  
eroticism of the moment grew on her, causing her to  
pull hard on the third bow. She pulled aside the robe to  
reveal Rebecca's hairless slit, and had to remind herself  
that it would have been in poor taste to dive straight  
between her legs and lick it, even though the little pink  
bud meant that it would have delighted Rebecca. That  
could come later, maybe. 
 
Lauren helped to undo each bow moving slowly higher  
up Rebecca's silky robe. She looked over towards the  
congregation, barely making out their features in the  
darkness but sensing their anticipation as they stirred in  
their seats, straining to see what was happening. Lauren  
pulled at the final bow, letting the two sides of the robe  
fall open. Rebecca's pale breasts bobbed in the soft  
light, her nipples standing proudly out, erect and  
sensitised as she looked down towards the boy in front  
of her. The best man knelt, going through the same  
ritual of undoing each bow from the bottom upwards.  
Lauren was transfixed, her whole body taught in  
expectation as she awaited the moment of truth. His  
firm legs appeared from under the robe as the second  
bow fell loose, the third revealing his upper thighs. The  
best man pulled the fourth and his cock sprung through  
between the material. All three girls smiled. He was not  
enormous, but had an almost classically-shaped cock  
that looked warm, clean and inviting. It thrust  
imperiously into the air, as though trying to escape the  
hairless balls that hung below. It took several moments  
for Lauren to realise what the difference was between  
the boy and Jim. She realised that she had never seen a  
hairless cock, even on a very young boy, and as the  
best man continued his duties, Lauren saw the blood  
vessels around the side of the cock bulging a darker  
blue as it continued to swell. She now felt a continual  
warming between her own legs, and turned  
unashamedly to look at Rebecca's pussy, making sure  
that she too was feeling the effect of the big cock and  
the inference that relief was at hand.  
 
As the boy's robe fell to the ground, Rebecca carefully  
sat down on the sheet covering the altar and laid back  
with the girl's assistance. The priestess took her  
position, kneeling at Rebecca's head while Lauren and  
Nikki knelt again at Rebecca's side, each taking her  
thigh and pulling gently to give the boy plenty of room.  
The priest nodded to the best man, who took the boy's  
cock in his hand and pulled it towards Rebecca's damp  
pussy. Lauren and Nikki, under a whispered command  
from the priestess, ran their hands under Rebecca's  
thighs and opened her pussy lips. The boy approached,  
the best man still guiding him until the tip of his cock  
rested at Rebecca's entrance. Lauren and Nikki had a  
grandstand view of the proceedings - their heads resting  
just above Rebecca's pussy - and could see the small  
drop of cum clinging to the edge of the boy's foreskin. 
 
"I call upon those assembled here to witness the union  
of Rebecca and Karl into the body of the church. For as  
it pleases the church to receive them this day, let us  
protect them, educate them in the sure knowledge that  
they too will become missionaries, spreading the word  
through the world." 
 
Father Michael nodded at the boy. Rebecca breathed in  
gently in anticipation as her eyes widened. Lauren saw  
the boy enter less than an inch and then withdraw, the  
best man's hand halting any further progress. The priest  
shook his head, indicating greater penetration was  
required. Lauren was surprised, recalling that Rebecca  
had mentioned a symbolic joining of their bodies only.  
The boy leaned forward again without his best man's  
guidance, pushing deeper into Rebecca. The priestess  
seemed to expect this detour from the normal service,  
and watched intently as Karl entered as far as he could  
and remained deep inside Rebecca. 
 
"Come" ordered the Priest, nodding again at Karl, who  
looked down at Rebecca enquiringly. She nodded, and  
he pulled back out almost all the way, upsetting his  
balance on the straw bales. Bracing himself with his  
hands either side of Rebecca, he pushed back in.  
Lauren watched as the folds of skin of Rebecca's  
vagina followed his cock, gripping it as he penetrated  
her, and escorting his cock on the return stroke. He  
picked up rhythm as Rebecca opened her legs as wide  
as she could, their flesh slapping together each time he  
thrust into her. Lauren saw the glistening rod, now wet  
and shiny with their juices, pistoning into her, the  
purple knob gleaming occasionally as he withdrew  
almost fully to ensure maximum stimulation. Rebecca's  
eyes were closed tightly, the look of pain and  
excitement evident even though the priestess caressed  
her cheek with her fingers, soothing her with whispered  
words of comfort. 
 
Rebecca, forgetting the audience and even her  
girlfriends, allowed the passion of the moment to  
embrace her, lifting her legs so that her knees held  
Karl's body, steadying him and helping him to maintain  
his rhythm. The best man withdrew from the scene into  
the darkness while Lauren and Nikki let go of  
Rebecca's legs, and sat beside her, enthralled at the  
performance. Rebecca's legs slowly made their way  
round the boy's back until she crossed her feet,  
trapping him in between and making sure that there was  
no chance of him escaping before he had done his duty.  
She moaned loudly as the force of his entry increased,  
moving the bales of hay each time. He stopped  
momentarily to lean even further over her, increasing  
his angle of attack, and therefore providing an even  
better view to those in the congregation behind. His  
thick cock rubbed her clitoris on each stroke as  
Rebecca gripped his strong arms, pulling him closer to  
her. She opened her mouth and took his hair in her right  
hand, pulled him down and kissed him hard on the  
mouth. Wrapping her arm round his neck, she pulled  
him closer still so that his head rested on her shoulder.  
He continued to pound into her as she squeezed her  
legs with all her might. Her panting reached a fever  
pitch as she finally let out a scream that filled the whole  
room. The boy was unshaken, continuing his pumping.  
Anxiety was etched across his sweaty face as his  
movement was restricted by her powerful legs, but he  
persevered, pumping and banging into her until he too  
realised that he was about to come. Open-mouthed, he  
looked at her in utter surprise as his rhythm deteriorated  
into spasmodic thrusts. He slowly regained his timing  
as he started pushing into her, twitching occasionally as  
he shot his pent-up lust inside her hot pussy. As he  
finished, he slumped over her, lying against her chest as  
beads of sweat dropped from his forehead. 
 
Rebecca's head rolled to the side, her chest heaving as  
she tried to catch her breath. Her legs unfolded from  
Karl's back and her feet eventually rested again on the  
bales of straw. Rebecca seemed to suddenly remember  
where she was, and made an attempt to gather her  
gown around her. 
 
"Wait! Don't move yet!" whispered the priestess. 
 
"Take note that Rebecca and Karl have entered freely  
into the union with the church this day" said the priest  
in a loud voice as the lights came back on. Lauren  
looked towards the congregation, realising that there  
wasn't very much that they would have seen, except  
maybe Rebecca and Karl's bottoms. The music  
continued to waft through the room as the priest  
continued. "The great tradition of the Residualist  
church lives on, the natural law of pre-ordainment and  
fate once again giving substance to our belief that  
together, we will continue to grow in strength and  
wisdom" 
 
The priestess helped Karl up, and nodded as a signal  
that he could withdraw. His cock was semi-erect as he  
offered his hands to Rebecca, who accepted and joined  
him standing in front of the bales that made up the altar.  
They faced the congregation, naked, as a ripple of  
applause came from the on-lookers. Rebecca and Karl  
held hands as they stepped over to the front row of  
seats, and shook hands. They made conversation with a  
middle-aged couple who were smiling broadly at the  
youngsters. 
 
"You look lovely. You've got a wonderful body,  
Rebecca" said the woman. 
 
"Thanks, and thank-you for coming today" 
 
"You're welcome. And look, he's put so much inside  
you, it's dribbling! That's so lucky, you know! And  
you, young man, you did very well." she said, taking his  
cock firmly in her hand. "Oh, you're beautifully  
sticky!" said the woman in a voice she might have used  
to compliment them on their choice of wallpaper. They  
continued to walk amongst the congregation, pausing at  
each member to exchange pleasantries. The girl at the  
front of the second section of seats caught her attention  
and handed Rebecca a small poesy of flowers,  
delighted to talk to Rebecca who appeared to be about  
her age. Rebecca also made conversation with the boy  
next to her who may have been her brother, also about  
sixteen or seventeen. As Rebecca returned, Lauren saw  
the little river of cum running down Rebecca's leg, and  
felt the somersault in her stomach as she was reminded  
of her own needs. She looked round the side of  
Rebecca and caught sight of Karl's slick cock, now  
slightly stronger than when he had withdrawn from  
Rebecca, presumably from the man-handling he had  
received during the past ten minutes. Lauren and Nikki  
exchanged glances, their silent conversation ending in  
agreement that they both found the proceedings a little  
strange, but envied Rebecca the attention that she had  
received. 
 
Rebecca and Karl again turned to face the congregation  
as the priest made his final announcement. 
 
"Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, I am pleased to  
say that we will be serving food in a minute, just as  
soon as Rebecca and Karl have had their photos taken,  
with the bridesmaids. So if someone can help with the  
tables, that'll get things going more quickly." He smiled  
at his flock, and turned to Rebecca and Karl. "And of  
course, you may now kiss!" 
 
They faced each other, as Karl took Rebecca's hands.  
She looked up into his eyes and opened her mouth as he  
kissed her on the lips. Everyone in the congregation  
saw his cock flick into life between them. He pulled her  
close to his body and kissed her deeply as she pulled  
his head closer. They embraced for several seconds and  
then broke off, turning with a smile to the audience.  
Karl's cock was by now fully recovered, bobbing  
upright to the delight of the assembled. The best man  
re-appeared to hand robes to them both, and they both  
helped Rebecca to dress before looking after  
themselves. 
 
"Thank-you both!" said Rebecca, taking Nikki and  
Lauren's hands in her own. "That was a lovely  
ceremony. Now we can have our photo's taken outside,  
before the light fades away." She led them out through  
the big doors towards a grassy area where many of the  
congregation had already assembled. The little crowd  
parted as the three girls walked towards them. The  
tripod and camera were already set up, waiting for their  
arrival. Rebecca put her arms around the girls' waists  
and hugged them as the camera recorded her big day.  
Karl and the best man joined them to complete the  
scene. Rebecca appeared relaxed as she grabbed the  
boys either side of her, running her hand over the front  
of Karl's robe in an attempt to bring his cock back to  
life. 
 
"Don't! It'll show!" 
 
"I know, I want to remember it." She realised what she  
was doing as he turned almost sideways to the camera  
to hide the slight bulge. "Hmm, I want to remember  
how you felt as you forced yourself between my wet  
lips, and how you came inside me. You know I'm still  
dripping, don't you?" she said with a wicked grin. 
 
"I'm not listening!" he said, squirming. 
 
"Now how about just the bridesmaids on their own, the  
rest of you stand to one side!" asked the photographer.  
He was dressed in a formal suit and had clearly been to  
other ceremonies as he exchanged chit-chat with the  
priest. Karl and Rebecca shuffled out of the way,  
leaving Lauren and Nikki to pose against the backdrop  
of the mountains in the distance. 
 
Several more group shots were taken until the light  
faded away and the little crowd returned to the barn.  
Food had been laid out along the length of the room.  
The music continued its melodic chant, instilling a  
sense of calm and contentment. The candles had been  
extinguished recently and whips of smoke trailed into  
the air. Arianne pulled the doors together, muttering  
about keeping the cold air out. Lauren wandered over  
the food, helping herself to a plate and loading up cold  
meat, salad and hot potatoes. She talked to most of the  
congregation, or more accurately, most of them  
approached her and asked her what her name was, how  
old she was, and whether she had enjoyed the  
ceremony. The priestess seemed to avoid her, but not  
the priest who approached her directly as she finished  
her second plate of food (and second glass of Austrian  
Riesling). 
 
"Lauren, isn't it?" he asked. 
 
She looked up into his eyes. Her instincts told her that  
he was an unlikely candidate for the priesthood in his  
direct, almost accusatory manner. "Yes, I'm actually  
Rebecca's neighbour" she replied, looking down at her  
half-empty wine glass. She shuffled her feet. 
 
"I know, did you enjoy your morning?" 
 
"It was wonderful. There's everything down there!"  
said Lauren, smiling thankfully. 
 
"Has Rebecca told you about our church here and what  
we do?" 
 
"Bits. Not everything." 
 
"Well, we prepare people for later life. We believe that  
there is no such thing as being too young to learn about  
the world, just as there's no such thing as being to  
young to teach the world" 
 
"Yes, I see" she said, understanding nothing. 
 
"I'm glad you do. I think you could teach the world a  
great deal, Lauren." 
 
"Do you? Like what?" She could feel the drink talking,  
and realised that she was entering into a conversation  
that she had no interest in pursuing. 
 
"You have a youthful manner. You're quick witted.  
We'd like you to join us!" he said, smiling at her as he  
sipped his wine. 
 
"Oh, I'm not sure. Maybe one day." replied Lauren,  
looking around the room. 
 
"We'd like you to join today. Think about it, Lauren."  
His smile faded. 
 
"I'll have a think. Must find Nikki. See you later." she  
said, wandering off in Nikki's direction. The two girls  
chatted for ages, sitting on the bench seats in front of  
the straw altar. The priestess approached, holding a  
plate of food in one hand and a drink in the other.  
Lauren shifted uneasily along the bench to make room  
for her. 
 
"How's it going? Having a good time?" she asked,  
popping a small sandwich into her mouth. Lauren  
looked again behind the mask at the pupils of her eyes,  
feeling again that sense that she knew her from  
somewhere. The priestess looked up at her and smiled. 
 
"Well, we'd better be getting home soon." said Lauren,  
looking at Nikki. 
 
"What time is it?" asked Nikki. 
 
"Don't know. Must be about six?" asked Lauren. 
 
"Look, why don't you stay?" she said, spraying crumbs  
over Lauren, and giggling as she brushed them off her  
robe. "We'd like you to join our little church." 
 
"Maybe. But not now. See you around, eh? Come on,  
Nik, let's find Rebecca!" said Lauren, pulling Nikki up  
with her. They walked across to Rebecca, who was  
chatting to two of the congregation. "We think we'd  
better be going. It's getting late and my parents are sure  
to be calling by now!" 
 
"OK, let me just say good-bye and we'll get a lift back"  
said Rebecca, looking around the room. "Now, where's  
Ariane?" 
 
Lauren looked at Nikki timidly, frowning occasionally  
as they exchanged unspoken words. Lauren and Nikki  
followed Rebecca slowly round the big room as they  
searched for their lift. 
 
"Hey!" bellowed a voice behind her, making her jump.  
She spun round. The priest strode towards her. "You're  
not leaving us?" 
 
"I'm afraid we have to. It's late!" replied Lauren. 
 
"I thought you were going to join our church?" He put  
his arm around her shoulder and pulled her towards  
him. Lauren noticed the sweaty smell from his robe as  
the calluses on his hands caught on the silky material. 
 
"Not today. We must go" she said, shrugging off his  
arm as she made for the big black doors. She froze in  
her tracks as she heard a scream behind her. Turning,  
she saw Nikki bending down, clutching her ankle.  


Chapter 41
 
Mike burst through the door just after four thirty that  
afternoon, sensing that something was wrong before he  
was halfway across the kitchen. He poked his head into  
the lounge, noting that his parents were somber as their  
conversation ceased. 
 
"Mike, do you know where your sister is?" asked  
Maurice 
 
"Er, no. Isn't she with Nikki?" 
 
"Not at the moment. They've been gone since early  
morning" said his mother, Daniele. 
 
"What's today?" he asked. 
 
"Sunday, August 30th" replied his father. 
 
"I think today's the day that Rebecca next door was  
going to have her church ceremony. Lauren and Nikki  
were going to be there as well." 
 
"What church ceremony?" asked Maurice, a slight look  
of relief flitting across his face. 
 
"I can't remember what the church was called. Seemed  
a bit whacky to me, a mixture of all sorts of religions" 
 
"Mike, I want to ask you something. We think Lauren  
is in some sort of trouble, and may be hanging around  
with some nasty people. Do you know if she and Jim  
have been, you know." asked his mother, looking down  
at her clenched hands. 
 
"What?" 
 
"You know, do you think that they have slept  
together?" His mother spat out the words like rancid  
milk. 
 
"I don't know, how should I?" replied Mike, looking  
out the window. 
 
"Tell us the truth, Mike. This is very important." she  
said, her voice quivering with emotion. 
 
"Honest, I don't know. I know she really likes him. He  
seems OK to me. What's happened?" 
 
"Nothing, we hope." offered his father. "We had a  
phone call from someone who suggested that she might  
have done some bad things. I don't want to say  
anymore, just that we want to talk to her this minute." 
 
"Perhaps they've gone to Jim's place. Have you called  
next door?" asked Mike. Daniele looked at Maurice,  
silently commanding him. 
 
His father nodded his head. "Yes, I'll go and see if  
anyone's home." The back door slammed and Mike sat  
down in the vacant chair. 
 
"Mike, you really need to tell us if you know anything.  
There would be more trouble if any of this was true and  
we found out from somewhere else. Now, do you know  
if she has slept with him?" asked his mother, sitting on  
the edge of the sofa. 
 
"Mum, I don't know. Really. She's old enough, isn't  
she?" 
 
"No, she's only thirteen!" cried his mother, staring in  
disbelief at her son's question. "She's only a child!" 
 
"Why don't we call Jim and ask him?" 
 
"Oh, I couldn't". She stared straight at him, her eyes  
squinting. The look was enough to confirm that his  
mother did not believe him. 
 
"I'll do it. I'll explain that we're worried and see how  
he sounds. I don't need to say anymore" said Mike,  
moving towards the phone. 
 
"Wait! Wait until your father returns" said his mother,  
slumping back in the chair, defeated by the thoughts  
and scenarios rushing through her mind. She dabbed her  
eyes with a small white handkerchief, returning it  
underneath the sleeve of her cardigan. They sat in  
silence, Mike staring at the blank television screen  
while his mother stared at the floor. 
 
Their heads jerked up when the backdoor creaked  
open. Maurice entered the room and looked at Mike  
then Daniele. 
 
"I spoke to Claude. Mrs Renzer is out with her ladies,  
as usual. He says he thinks Rebecca went to this church  
thing, and thinks that the girls were with her. He also  
thinks that the church is `in the mountains somewhere'  
but isn't too sure where. Honestly, the man's a fool. I  
really have little respect for him. He thinks the church  
has something to do with Residues, but couldn't be  
sure. Anyway, he'll leave a note for Mrs Renzer to pop  
round when she's back from her tea with the ladies." 
 
"But he doesn't seem concerned?" 
 
"No, but that's probably because he knows nothing!"  
he growled. 
 
"Mike suggested he should call Jim, in case the girls  
are there." offered Daniele. 
 
"I suppose so. Just don't, you know, don't be too blunt.  
After all, he may be totally innocent." 
 
Mike braced himself to get out of the chair when the  
phone rang. His father picked it up. He listened for  
several moments before shooing Mike out of the way  
and slumping into the seat.  He covered the mouthpiece  
of the phone and turned to Daniele. "It's Andre, he's  
found some sort of video in Nikki's room" 
 
Mike looked immediately at his mother, her face  
drained of colour. He gripped the side of his father's  
chair for support. 
 
"So where did that video come from?" He stared once  
again at the carpet, frowning. "But how did she get it  
from the hotel?" Maurice shook his head sadly. "Look,  
I'm going to call Kristal, she seems to be something to  
do with all this! I'll speak to you later" Maurice  
replaced the receiver silently. 
 
"What?" asked Daniele. 
 
"Andre found a video in Nikki's room - one of several  
that she has found at his hotel - and played it." Maurice  
drew in a deep breath and exhaled loudly.  "It's quite  
disgusting. It has teenagers doing allsorts of things and  
there's scenes of people being whipped. He's very  
concerned about Nikki, since she's never been out so  
long without telling them or leaving a note. He's  
checked with all her friends and nobody has seen  
them." 
 
Daniele shook her head silently as the tears rolled down  
her cheeks. She left the room and busied herself in the  
kitchen. Her husband gripped the side of his chair, his  
anger and concern evident as he pounded his fist on the  
seat. 



Chapter 42
 
"What happened?" asked Lauren, walking back  
towards Nikki, who crouched by the side of the altar. 
 
"I can't move! Someone handcuffed my foot. Look!" 
 
Lauren felt her flesh creep as blood surged into her  
head. Her mouth felt dry as she looked at Nikki, her  
face a combination of fear and panic as she struggled to  
free herself, the robe spilling open in an undignified  
manner to show her little white knickers. The  
congregation seemed unconcerned about her plight and  
continued their conversations. Lauren knelt down  
beside Nikki, pulling at the metal handcuff that secured  
her foot to the heavy iron rings embedded in the  
cobbled floor. 
 
"Lauren, please join our church" said the priestess  
behind her. 
 
Lauren turned to face her. "Undo her!" commanded  
Lauren. 
 
"Lauren, we want you with us." 
 
"No! Never. We want to go home" she replied, trying  
to slip the handcuff over Nikki's foot to no avail.  
Lauren stood up and confronted the priestess. "Look, I  
just want to go. I don't want to join the church!" She  
looked around for Rebecca as Nikki continued to  
struggle, clearly losing patience as she sat on the floor  
with her robe gathered around her waist so she could  
see her feet. 
 
"Please. Is this some sort of joke?" screamed Nikki.  
Rebecca overheard the commotion and drifted slowly  
over to the girls. 
 
"What's up, Lori?" 
 
"Someone put handcuffs on Nikki's foot and she can't  
get them off!" said Lauren, her voice tinged with fear as  
she looked at Rebecca and the priestess for reaction. 
 
"Come on, let her go. We need to get home" said  
Rebecca, bending down to help Nikki free her right  
foot. 
 
"It's clear that you, Rebecca, were not really ready to  
enter the church. It is our wish that Lauren joins our  
movement, and you will do everything to assist. Is that  
clear?" said the priestess firmly. 
 
"Not tying people up, though!" she replied, consoling  
Nikki who was shaking slightly from the whole  
episode. 
 
"Rebecca!" shouted the priest, towering above her.  
"Stand up. Now!" Rebecca rose slowly, still six inches  
shorter than the priest. "Rebecca, you will obey Sister  
Winifred" 
 
"No, this is crazy!" said Rebecca angrily. 
 
"Look at me, Rebecca! Look at me! Remember the ice  
cold water of mountain streams. The ice cold water,  
Rebecca, the ice cold water of mountain streams."  
Rebecca's head moved back slightly, as though a  
wonderful thought had just struck her, and her eyes  
drifted away from the priest's face, searching out the  
void in the middle distance. She swayed slightly as  
though a breeze had caught her.  
 
"Rebecca, we want Lauren to join us, don't we?" asked  
the priest. 
 
"Lauren, join us. Let the church enter you." said  
Rebecca in a monotonous drawl. 
 
"No!" screamed Lauren, looking frantically up from  
Nikki towards the silent congregation for support.  
"Help her, someone!" Nobody moved. Lauren's lower  
lip quivered as feelings of helplessness and panic set in. 
 
"Lauren, only you can help her, help both of your  
friends. Lie down on the altar" said the priestess, taking  
her arm gently. 
 
"Never, get the hell off me you bitch!" shouted Lauren,  
tears welling up around her eyes. 
 
Lauren watched the priest move away and nod to a man  
in the congregation. Lauren had just turned back to  
shout at the priestess again when she saw a hand raised  
out of the corner of her eye. Instinctively, she ducked to  
avoid the blow which never came. The swish through  
the air was followed by a loud thwack and a scream  
that registered surprise, indignity and pain. Lauren  
wheeled round to see Nikki straining at the iron ring  
while raising her left hand to fend off a second blow.  
Lauren couldn't see where the first had hit her, but from  
the look on her face, Nikki was clearly in pain and very  
scared. 
 
"You shits!" shouted Nikki, on the verge of tears,  
looking around rapidly in each direction to try and  
detect where the person who whipped her might be  
hiding. 
 
"Lori, lie down on the altar. Now, for her sake and your  
own." said Sister Winifred, calmly. 
 
"No, this is stupid. Let us both go. Where's Ariane?"  
asked Lauren. Some of the crowd had taken their places  
back on the benches, while others gathered around  
Lauren and Nikki.  
 
"Don't worry about her. Lie down and enter the  
church" said Sister Winifred. 
 
"No, I want to go!" 
 
A second whoosh through the air was followed by  
another agonising scream as Nikki curled up into a fetal  
position, her arms covering her head, her gown  
obscenely gathered around her waist. The woman with  
the whip emerged from the knot of onlookers and stood  
over her prey. 
 
Lauren could feel the tears running down her face and  
stared in astonishment that they should both be crying.  
She looked at Nikki, curled up defenceless on the floor,  
noting for the first time a slight tear in her robe just  
above the waist on her back. She saw Rebecca kneeling  
in front of a man in the congregation, untying his robe.  
His thick cock was protruding through the robe,  
bobbing in front of her, as he ran his hands through her  
red hair. A third whoosh, and another scream from the  
floor in front of her. Nikki sobbed loudly, her breaths  
short and noisy as she used her left hand to rub her  
back. 
 
"Lauren, lie down now. We don't want to hurt either of  
you. But if you don't obey us, it will become very  
painful. We have all night, you know!" said the  
priestess, again in a calm voice, her long dark hair  
swirling as she turned towards the bales of hay that  
formed the crude altar. Lauren glimpsed her long  
shapely legs again through the slit in her robe. 
 
"No, please, just let us go. Please!" sobbed Lauren,  
shaking uncontrollably as she looked at the altar and  
then back at Nikki, curled up like a frightened animal.  
The young boy that had been Karl's best man was  
behind the woman with the whip. She saw the boy's  
robe bulging in front, his erection helped by the hand of  
the young girl who had offered Rebecca the flowers.  
 
"This is your last chance, Lauren" said the Priest.  
 
Nikki shrieked. "No, please, no more!" 
 
"Lauren, either lie down and join the church or your  
friend will suffer the consequences!" he said. 
 
"No. Let us go, now! We just want to go home!" she  
cried, kneeling beside Nikki and holding her close.  
Their sobbing echoed around the room, without any  
noticeable effect on the crowd. 
 
"Very well, Lauren, get up please!" said the Priest. 
 
"No, leave us alone!" said Lauren. She hugged Nikki  
closer to her, covering her body with her own to protect  
her from any further attacks. 
 
"Very touching. Move away from her, or I'll make sure  
she's whipped for an hour!" 
 
Slowly, Lauren shuffled away. The priest took hold of  
the whip and stood over Nikki. "Now, you had a  
chance to spare your friend and you didn't take it. I  
want you to realise what the consequences are of  
disobeying our instructions!" He glared at her, raised  
his hand and brought the whip down across Nikki's  
thighs. Nikki had started to scream even before the  
whip hit her. As it bit through the robe into her skin, she  
moved spastically over the floor, tugging once again at  
the iron ring in the floor while nursing the stinging skin  
with her other hand. Lauren made a move towards her. 
 
"Don't you even think about it!" he shouted, glaring at  
Lauren as he stepped back to line up for another stroke.  
Lauren froze. "If you so much as touch her, I'll whip  
her twice as hard!" he warned, raising his hand. The  
stroke hit Nikki again on the thigh, then again on her  
buttocks. Any area of her body that was exposed was a  
target. Lauren could only lie on the floor, her fingers in  
her ears and her eyes tightly shut, blocking out the  
awful reality of the punishment. She sobbed  
uncontrollably on the cold stone floor as the regular  
swish and scream still managed to penetrate her senses,  
her mind half registering the actuality of the man's  
grotesque actions while expecting any time to wake up  
from her worst nightmare. Nikki's reactions to the pain  
grew less and less dramatic while her crying increased  
to a wail, punctuated each time with a grunt as the whip  
found it's mark. 
 
"And now the second part of her punishment." said the  
Priest, throwing the whip to one side. The best man  
emerged from the group of on-lookers, his cock poking  
out between the join in his robe. The Priest took  
Nikki's arms and roughly pulled her so that she lay on  
her back. He then pulled her left leg up, and with the  
assistance of another older man in the group, tethered  
her free ankle to a rope from the beam overhead. They  
lowered her bottom down to the level of the altar, so  
that with one foot fixed to the ground, and the other  
about three feet in the air, her white knickers were  
exposed to everyone. The priestess returned with what  
looked like a ceremonial knife in her hand, it's golden  
scabbard gleaming in the lights. 
 
"No, you can't hurt her. Please, I'll do anything!"  
screamed Lauren, her eyes bulging at the sight of the  
ornate dagger. 
 
"Too late. You should have thought about that. Sit back  
down!" she shouted. He grinned wickedly as he ran his  
finger lightly along the blade. 


Chapter 43
 
Sunday 30th August, 7pm 
 
Mike sat with his parents in the lounge as darkness  
descended. He face had grown pale since there had  
been mention of the video at Nikki's house. He and his  
parents looked thankful for the gathering gloom,  
concealing their worries, giving each of them a place to  
hide. His mother broke the silence. 
 
"Just because Andre found a video doesn't mean that  
Lauren has been involved in one. All we think is that  
she may have had some pictures taken." 
 
"What's this about pictures?" asked Mike, looking at  
his father. 
 
"Someone called to say that they had seen pictures of  
Lauren, posing with no clothes on, some on her own  
and others with a boy and older girl." 
 
"And you think Jim might be the boy?" 
 
"Who else?" he said quickly. 
 
"I don't know. How do you know it's even Lauren?" 
 
"We don't. Perhaps it's all a big misunderstanding. Call  
Jim, see what you can find out, there's a good boy." 
 
Mike took the phone and dragged the cord with him so  
that he could sit on the stairs with some privacy. He  
dialed the number and was taken by surprise when the  
phone was answered after only half a ring. 
 
"Hey, this is Mike, Lauren's brother. Is Jim there? Oh,  
hi Jim. Look we're having a bit of a panic over here.  
Lauren has been out since last night, and we wondered  
if she was with you?" He too stared at the floor,  
shaking his head sadly as he listened to the bad news.  
"So when did you last see her? A week ago? And when  
did you last talk to her? OK, that must have been from  
Nikki's house because she left here yesterday  
morning." Mike paused, listening to Jim, but staring  
into space as he rehearsed the question again and again.  
"Look, Jim, you don't have to answer this, but I really  
need to know. Have you ever slept with her?" he  
paused, analysing the reply. "And do you think anyone  
could have photographed you while you, er...." But  
Mike never heard the answer. His father stormed out of  
the lounge and ripped the phone from his hand. 
 
"You little shit!" he bellowed, his face almost purple  
with rage. "I'll have you in court within twenty-four  
hours!" Mike moved quickly out of range of his father.  
"Do you know how old she is? Eh? She's thirteen,  
that's how old! You dirty little bastard." Maurice  
swung from side to side, almost pulling the phone cord  
from the wall. Mike shuffled back into the lounge to  
discover his mother sobbing into her handkerchief. He  
sat next to her on the sofa and put his arm around her  
shoulders. She shrugged him off with a simple shake of  
her head as she brought her hand to her mouth as  
though she was about to vomit. The litany of abuse  
continued in the hallway, his father venting his anger  
and rage at Lauren's helpless boyfriend. He had never  
heard his father use such language, assuming up until  
that point that he didn't even know of the existence of  
most swear words. There was a crash as the receiver  
was replaced. 
 
"He's sorry! Sorry! Jeeze, I'm going to kill that boy,  
just you watch!" stormed his father, his face still puce  
from anger. 
 
"Did he know anything about the church?" asked  
Daniele. 
 
"Oh, I didn't ask" replied Maurice, closing his eyes as  
he cursed himself. 
 
"Well, you can't ring him up now, can you? Regardless  
of his crime against Lauren, just think what courage it  
took to own up to it, Maurice. I bet we'll need him if  
we're going to sort this thing out. After all, she tells him  
everything!" 
 
"What do you think I should have done then, eh?"  
asked Maurice angrily. 
 
"I don't know, but now we either sit here and wait for  
Celestine to come home, or we talk to Jim, or we talk to  
Kristal." 
 
"I'll call Kristal, see what she's got to say for herself,  
the little pervert." Maurice picked up the phone and ran  
through the personal address book until he found her  
name. He dialed slowly, closing the book as he waited  
for someone to answer. "Hello? Hi, this is Maurice  
Gisal, Lauren's father. We have a problem that I think  
you might be able to help us with. Can you tell me  
about the pictures you saw of her at AnneMarie's hen  
night?" He sat, clutching his stomach with his free  
hand. "How many?" Uh huh. Do you know who took  
them? Oh right, just a minute while I get a pen." He  
waved madly in the air at Daniele. She retrieved a pen  
and pad of paper from the top of his bookcase in the  
dining room. 
 
"OK, go on. 6, Rue les Hallets, yes, I know the area a  
bit. Marlene Stern. OK, got that, any phone number?  
Great, got it. Thanks. Where are the pictures now? Oh  
OK, bye." He hung up. 
 
"So, what's did she say?" asked Daniele. 
 
"Says she's wasn't sure who was in the picture. She's  
never seen Jim, and she didn't actually bring them to  
the hen night. Some other girl did. Supposedly she  
works at this address. I'll give it a call." 
 
"But there won't be anyone there Sunday night!" 
 
"What else? Wait `til the shops open Monday  
morning?" he snarled. 
 
"Hey, we still don't know anything for sure. And you  
can't go on assuming that everyone on the other end of  
the phone is a pervert and guilty as sin, you know"  
replied Daniele. 
 
"I'm sorry if it sounds like that. But it's all mounting  
up. And anyway, that boy said that he'd, you know.  
He'd actually done it with Lori. The bastard. Just you  
wait, he'll get ten years for this!" The red glow returned  
to his face. Mike stared at the floor, his breathing heavy  
and the palms of his hands sweating. "I'm going to ring  
this Marlene woman, see what she's got to say for  
herself!" 
 
He picked up the phone and dialed, staring blankly  
through the window at the street outside at the drizzle  
outside. 
 
"Hi, I'd like to talk to Marlene Stern?" he inquired. He  
paused, raising his eyebrows slightly. "Oh good, my  
name's Maurice Gisal, and I hope you can help me. I  
understand that you're a photographer and may have  
taken some pictures of my daughter?" 
 
He turned to Daniele and nodded. "Sorry? Oh, Lauren"  
The look of dismay returned as Marlene had obviously  
confirmed that she had taken some photos of her. 
 
"Ask her where she might be right now - forget the  
photos!" hissed Daniele. 
 
"Is she there with you now?" he asked. "Any ideas, we  
think she may be in some trouble" He sat down once  
again as Marlene launched into a lengthy explanation.  
He wrote quickly, taking down details as she spoke.  
Daniele and Mike gathered around, watching as he  
wrote on the paper. 
 
"And Simone is something to do with this church, is  
she?" he asked, circling a couple of words on the page.  
"Really? Where would they be meeting tonight - we  
really need to find them quickly?" He listened for  
almost a minute without writing, shaking his head now  
and again as he gripped the pen tighter and tighter.  
"OK, thanks, yes, I may ring back later. No, thanks,  
you've been very helpful. Yes, of course we will,  
thanks!" He replaced the receiver and looked at the  
paper. 
 
"Someone called Simone seems to be the head of the  
church around here and they have a priest visiting from  
America." 
 
"What's wrong with that?" asked Mike, happy that the  
subject had been changed. 
 
"Probably nothing. But she said that Simone used to be  
in films, but didn't like the material that she was put  
forward for so she quit." He looked up, knowing that he  
had their attention. "They have a place up in the  
mountains, Marlene didn't know quite where, but it's  
very secretive." 
 
"But does she think there's any danger?" 
 
"Yes, she does. She says that Simone loves violence,  
loves young girls and is a fanatic about her church." 
 
"What church is this then? Surely not the same as  
Rebecca's?" asked Daniele. 
 
"Almost certainly. I'm going to call up the department's  
computer and take a look at what we have on them.  
Maybe we can get an address." Maurice went into the  
dining room and powered up his PC. He logged into his  
account and selected menu items until he was able to  
conduct a search on the church. He printed out a few  
details and scanned through the pages. 
 
"Well, anything?" asked Daniele. 
 
"No, not much. I'll try a few other things"  
 
After about twenty minutes, Daniele joined him, putting  
her hand on his shoulder as he typed. 
 
"That woman sounded quite helpful, right?" 
 
"Yes, she was. She was quite concerned. Seems like  
she had heard about Nikki and Jim. She asked that if  
we would call her once we found Lauren and let her  
know she was safe." 
 
"We should ask Andre if he wants to come round here.  
It'll be easier to plan that way." she suggested. 
 
"Good idea. Just let me finish this and I'll log off and  
call him." 
 
He stared at the screen for a while, and then fetched his  
original printout, comparing the two. 
 
"That's weird, there's more there this time!" he said. 
 
"Perhaps someone's typing the stuff in now?"  
suggested Mike. 
 
"It's unlikely, but possible I suppose. I'll log off!" 
 
He cut the line and called the department, waiting  
impatiently for his call to be answered. 
 
"Hello, who's this? Oh, look, I need to know who is  
entering data into our database at the moment. Can you  
put me through to the computer centre?" 
 
He raised his eyes to the ceiling in disgust. "Look, it's  
important! What, oh, Maurice Gisal, I work on the 3rd  
floor in Special Investigations." He paused as the  
security guard repeated his name. "What, oh, ZU03858.  
Yes, that's right. OK, thanks!" 
 
He waited again as the phone rang continuously. A loud  
clunk was followed by a man's voice. 
 
"Hi, this is Maurice Gisal, I work in Special  
Investigations. I need to know who's entering data into  
a database. It's the background log database for our  
group. Yes, thanks, I'll hold." 
 
Maurice gave his password, and to his annoyance, his  
user name twice before the operator believed that he  
was an employee. They exchanged few words while the  
operator did his job. 
 
"Ah ha, but where is the typing coming from, is it  
outside or inside the building? Inside? Brilliant, can you  
tell me their extention number?" For the first time in  
hours, Maurice smiled as his luck changed. "Yes, put  
me through, and thanks!" 
 
The phone was answered almost immediately and  
Maurice established his identity. "I see that you've  
been typing in background information about The  
Residualists. Have you got anything up to date?" 
 
He wrote furiously, scrawling over the already full page  
with various notes. He established that there was not  
just one mountain retreat, but two. The first was near  
Lauterbrunnen, about forty minutes away by car, while  
the second was near Lausanne, almost an hour away,  
with at least an hour between the two. 
 
"What about background on the main players?" asked  
Maurice, pausing again before scribbling again. "Look,  
I'm really grateful, thanks again!" He hung up and  
turned to Daniele and Mike. "Well, we've got a choice  
of two places, but they're hours apart." 
 
"So why don't we visit them both?" asked Mike. 
 
"Well, we could..." The phone rang. He picked it up  
almost instantly. "Andre, what news?" His eyes closed  
as his head swayed from side to side. "Oh Christ, no.  
Andre, Daniele thinks you should come round here. Tell  
Jean where you are and she can join us later. We're  
think we're going to have to go after them, and what  
you say added to Marlene's comments, I think we'd  
better hurry!" He rang off, looking back towards  
Daniele. 
 
"Now what? What did he say?" 
 
"He ran through the remainder of the film. After this  
whipping and stuff, it looks like the main character, a  
young girl, gets stabbed to death. He says it looks very  
real" 
 
Daniele brought her hand to her mouth and staggered to  
her feet. She ran from the room making retching noises  
as she mounted the stairs. 



Chapter 44
 
The priestess offered the heavy golden dagger to  
Lauren. She took the jeweled handle, aware of the  
weight of the knife as she turned it over in her hand. 
 
"Cut her knickers off, Lauren." said the Priest. " If you  
don't, I'll blindfold someone else and they will do it!" 
 
Nikki whimpered. Lauren rose to her knees, her legs  
barely supporting her as she sobbed, shaking her head  
as if to clear her head of the bad dream. The  
congregation watched as she crawled slowly towards  
Nikki. She looked at her young friend cowering on the  
bale of straw, her right leg bent uncomfortably due to  
the handcuffs. Her hair was plastered over her face,  
stuck in places from cold sweat. Lauren knelt between  
her legs as the chatter in the room ceased. She inserted  
the tip of the knife underneath the elastic of the gusset   
and turned the knife gently, amazed at how easily it cut  
through the material. It left a jagged line in the cloth  
between which Nikki's dark pubic hair was plainly  
visible. Lauren looked up at the Priest with a request for  
mercy across her face that was roundly ignored.  
Instead, he leaned down and picked up the whip,  
readying himself for another strike. Lauren cut again,  
taking care not to knick her soft flesh. Only hours  
before, Lauren realised she had inserted her wet tongue  
into the same place. Now it was a razor sharp knife.  
She sobbed as she sliced the other side of the material,  
and the whole area was exposed to everyone's gaze. 
 
"Give me the knife!" commanded the Priest. He walked  
around to Nikki's face, and squatted in front of her.  
"Now, you'd better perform." He ran the tip of the  
knife gently across her cheek, down over her breasts  
and along her legs. Nikki shook, her tears flowing  
freely as he ran the knife over her anus and between her  
tightly closed pussy lips. 
 
The Priest stood, and nodded at the best man who  
positioned himself between Nikki's legs. He was joined  
by the other young girl, who held a small tube which  
she squeezed against her hand. She administered the  
jelly-like substance to Nikki's vagina and anus,  
concentrating on her little round bottom hole, pushing  
the lubricant inside with her fingers. Nikki squirmed at  
her touch, realising what was about to happen, petrified  
that while she had experienced a finger inside her  
rectum, she had never felt anything the size of a boy's  
cock. Once the girl had finished her duty, she slid  
around to Nikki's head and held her face in her hands,  
pushing her damp hair out of her eyes and caressing her  
cheek. 
 
"There, don't worry. After the first few you won't feel  
anything!" 
 
Nikki screamed until her voice gave way to a croak.  
The girl undid her own robe, letting the assembled  
crowd see her young breasts and the pert nipples,  
offering one of them to Nikki's quivering mouth. The  
boy approached Nikki and gripped her raised leg for  
support with his left hand as he guided his cock to her  
jelly-covered anus. He rested the tip of his cock against  
her briefly, nudging against the resistance. The girl held  
Nikki close to her chest as the whimpering grew  
stronger, more critical, more desperate. 
 
"I'll join! Now! Just please, don't do it! Please!" cried  
Lauren 
 
"Too late. This is her punishment for your  
disobedience. It hasn't finished yet, stupid girl."  
Turning the best man, the Priest nodded. "Do it now,  
quickly!" he ordered. The young boy made one trial  
attempt to enter her, noted that he had entered almost  
an inch, and withdrew. As Nikki's muffled screams  
grew louder, he plunged in, burying his cock inside the  
thirteen year-old girl so that his balls banged against the  
cheeks of her bottom. Nikki's head jerked backwards in  
the girl's hands, her open mouth making no sound, her  
eyes screwed tightly shut. 
 
The boy picked up speed, but seemed to care little for  
the pleasure that he found from penetrating her anus.  
Lauren watched in horror as Nikki's screams returned,  
muffled by the young girls' breasts, and then died away  
to be replaced by the occasional grunts. The smell of  
faeces pervaded the room as he pumped back and forth,  
causing Lauren to retch painfully. She looked around  
the room, noting that a number of the men watching the  
punishment had erections, some of which were being  
sustained by women. The priestess moved around  
behind the boy and knelt on the floor, watching his  
cock plunge into Nikki's anus. She inserted her index  
finger into her mouth and licked it carefully, withdrew it  
and searched out the boy's own anus. With a practiced  
hand, she pushed firmly inside him, matching his  
rhythm and gripping his left leg with her hand. The new  
found stimulation caused him to increase his rate of  
thrusting until he quivered and came. Lauren saw the  
tell-tale sign of cum spewing out with every stroke of  
his dark red cock. She forced herself to look at Nikki,  
and saw a mixture of pain and embarrassment as her  
tears ran down the young girl's breast and her sobbing  
continued unabated. 
 
As the young boy withdrew, the priestess rose and  
looked over to Lauren. 
 
"Now, lie down on the altar and prepare to enter the  
church" 
 
"And if you don't do as we say, your friend here will  
suffer once again. But the next time, she may well loose  
consciousness!" shouted the Priest. 
 
Lauren looked at him with utter dismay, the tears in her  
eyes distorting his appearance as she shuffled towards  
the altar. She felt her sphincter loosen as the fear inside  
her mounted. The straw crackled under her feet as she  
slowly wandered towards the bales. Turing round to  
face the congregation, she shakily sat down on the  
upper bale and looked up at the priestess with pleading  
eyes. 
 
"Please..." she whimpered, her eyes darting around the  
room as she fidgeted with her hands in her lap. 
 
"Lauren, I want you to lay back and enjoy the rest of  
the evening" she said, helping her to lie down on the  
bale of straw. Rough hands took her feet and held her  
tightly as she struggled half-heartedly. Lauren was now  
fully convinced that the people in the barn meant  
business, and would not worry about inflicting any  
degree of pain on either Nikki or herself. She felt ropes  
or something similar being tied to her ankles, and her  
legs rose in the air as two men either side of her pulled  
down on ropes that were thrown over the beams.  
 
"No, no please, please don't tie me up. I'll do whatever  
you want" she screamed. 
 
"This is what we want, Lauren." replied the priestess. 
 
Although her legs were by no means vertical, her feet  
were separated by about a meter, and while the robe  
covered her breasts and stomach, it fell away over her  
thighs. Lauren was therefore pretty sure that everyone  
had a good view of her tight white knickers. 
 
"Now, Lauren, I'm going to show a film, and while  
everyone is watching, you'll be shaved in preparation  
for your big moment." Lauren looked around, noticing  
once again the TV sets that were stationed around the  
room. The congregation returned to their places on the  
benches in front of her. She noticed Nikki pulling  
herself slowly up to her side. She smiled weakly at her,  
feeling better now that Nikki could see that she was  
suffering as well. Nikki looked ill, with red eyes that  
bore witness to her ordeal, and skin that had all the  
marks of an uncontrolled beating. Bruises mingled with  
the red lacerations across her back. Lauren was unable  
to tell for certain whether there was any sign of blood,  
but some of the wounds certainly looked like they  
would open up into serious injuries during any further  
assault. 
 
Snow burst across the TV screen and meaningless noise  
hissed from the speakers. The conversation in the barn  
subsided as people turned to the screens for the next  
round of entertainment. Lauren saw a scene resembling  
a shop, taken by what must have been a concealed  
camera. Lauren thought it was vaguely familiar,  
although there was no label or advertisement for any  
product line to be seen. The picture remained the same  
for almost a minute, the curiosity of the crowd rising  
and then beginning to fall as people started talking once  
again. Footsteps could then be heard, and a white door  
opened at the far end of the shop. 
 
Lauren's mouth dried instantly as her heart rate leapt. It  
was though she had been struck in the face with the  
worlds largest hammer. Her mind screamed at her as  
she saw a young girl skipping through the door, wearing  
a pale blue summer dress. The young girl kicked off her  
sandals and then unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the  
floor, exposing her young breasts. Lauren tried in vain  
to understand where she could have been  
photographed. The misery and anger welled up inside  
her as she felt ultimately betrayed. And then it came to  
her, as she watched herself selecting a white blouse and  
a skirt. It had been one of the visits to Marlene's house.  
Simone had done her makeup.  
 
It was then that she wailed for the first time, as the  
realisation hit her that in all probability, her knicker  
shots, and maybe even worse, those with her and Jim,  
would be on the tape. Her thoughts turned to their  
second visit, and their love making with Simone. She  
screamed. 
 
"Please, this is wrong. Please turn it off" she sobbed. 
 
"No, my sweet, this is you, for everyone to see. You'll  
have no secrets from the church!" said the Priestess. 
 
Lauren stared at the mask, peering into the dark holes  
that were her eyes. Again, she tried to piece together  
the fleeting thoughts and samples of recollection that  
her mind offered up. And somehow, this time, a full  
picture emerged. 
 
"Oh no! No! Simone! Oh God, how could you?" 
 
"Shh, my little pretty!" whispered Simone. She  
motioned to Rebecca to join her. The red-headed girl  
dragged herself across to Lauren's feet, twitching  
occasionally as though another force was pulling in the  
opposite direction. Lauren noticed that something was  
running down her face and neck and that her hair was a  
mess of tangles, stuck together in places to her face.  
Her movements were slow, lethargic in comparison to  
the bubbly girl who had been with them that morning in  
the Jacuzzi. The contrast again reminded Lauren of the  
danger they were all in, and turning back to the screen,  
she saw herself sitting sweetly on the big white chair,  
showing a hint of her knickers to the camera underneath  
the white fairy-tale dress. 
 
Her senses returned to the present as the two girls knelt  
between Lauren's legs as one of the men in the  
congregation placed a hand just above her forehead.  
There was no pressure at all, but it restricted her  
movements such that she could barely see above her  
knees without straining. She collapsed back to rest her  
head on the straw bale, aware of the girls moving  
between her legs, their hair brushing her inner thighs as  
their tongues traced their route towards her damp  
knickers. She knew somehow that Rebecca was on her  
right, and sensed that Simone was offering her  
encouragement, almost goading her into following her  
lead.  
 
She felt them tugging at her knickers and decided that  
resistance was useless as she raised her bottom off the  
straw bale, feeling soft hands over her vagina and the  
cheeks of her bottom as her knickers came into view.  
She saw Simone wielding the ceremonial knife, cutting  
deftly away at the material and letting the remains drop  
to the floor. Lauren's full concentration was on the  
knife. She had been relieved to see it taken away after  
she had used it on Nikki's underwear, but she had lost  
track of it this time, fueling her imagination and terror  
over it being used for a more deadly purpose than  
cutting her clothes. 
 
"Oh, yes!" said Simone in a seductive voice. "Just look  
at you two! I've watched this bit so many times. In fact,  
a lot people have seen you in action many times.  
You're so young. So fresh!" 
 
Lauren turned back to the screen to see Jim resting  
between her legs as they kissed gently. Lauren watched  
incredulously, unable to understand how she could have  
been so stupid to believe that there was nobody there.  
And as her anguish mounted, it dawned on her that  
there was a possibility that Jim had been part of the  
plan to film the scenes. Her mind raced, exploring  
events, traveling along dark roads that she wished had  
never existed as she weighed facts, ideas and thoughts  
to arrive at no conclusion except that there was indeed  
a chance that he had tricked her. Her tears welled up  
and flowed freely again from her eyes as she realised  
that she was on her own. Even though Rebecca had  
asked her to come along, there was an awful sense that  
all of the evening was pre-ordained, guaranteed to  
happen and planned such that fate would have no hand  
in the outcome. 
 
A tongue lapped against the lips of her vagina, causing  
her to shudder. She was unsure whether she was  
aroused or not, but she had a distinct impression that  
with the scene of Jim pulling the side of her knickers  
away to reveal her wetness, she could feel the tongue  
pushing into her with ease. She heard someone arrive,  
and looked up to see a can of shaving foam and a pack  
of razors. 
 
"Lauren, I'm going to get rid of this hair for you. Just  
stay still and everything will be fine." said Simone,  
shaking the can. She felt the cold soap being spread  
over her vagina and knew for certain that she was very  
aroused. She turned to see Jim's cock spring out as she  
pulled down his underpants. Suddenly, the film went  
into slow motion, and she saw him slowly approaching  
her. She realised that there must have been several  
cameras trained on them as the film alternated between  
a number of close-ups from different angles. 
 
The first sweep of the razor went over the top of her  
vagina. She felt it tugging at some of the hairs on it's  
way as Simone's hand brushed against her swollen  
clitoris. She looked over to see Jim's huge cock poised  
at her entrance, and recalled his patience as he had  
slowly entered her. 
 
"Oh, Lauren, you're so hot! I'm not surprised seeing  
this film! He's such a big boy!" said Simone, shaving  
once again above her clitoris. She felt a hand go down  
between her legs, pulling one lip of her vagina to make  
the job of shaving easier. The razor followed swiftly,  
returning to gently remove some stray hairs and then  
repeat the activity on the other side. She heard footsteps  
approaching and turned away from the TV to see two  
men approaching with two women. She saw the bulges  
in their robes and a sickening feeling engulfed her. She  
squirmed on the altar. 
 
"Hey! No moving, or your friend will be punished!" 
 
The two men took up positions at her head, such that  
she had to arch her back to see what they were going to  
do. She saw the woman on her right undo the mans  
gown, pulling out his semi-erect cock and pointing it at  
her. She felt revolted by the sight of the wrinkled tool  
surrounded by sparse clumps of pubic hair. The woman  
took his cock and started to run her hand expertly up  
and down it's length, bringing it back to life. Lauren  
sobbed, sniffing loudly as she covered her eyes with her  
hands. Almost instantly, a searing pain shot through her  
as Simone smacked her buttocks. 
 
"Hands away, or else!" 
 
She obeyed, looking the other way to see a younger  
cock pointing at her face, again held by a woman's  
hand. 
 
"You, get up, bitch!" shouted the priest, pointing at  
Nikki. She got to her knees, trembling in expectation of  
another beating. 
 
"Undo her robe! Quickly!" 
 
Nikki turned awkwardly in her shackles to face Lauren.  
She looked ghastly, with heavy red marks across her  
exposed skin, her eyes the same colour from crying.  
Slowly, she undid the little bows that held the robe  
together, exposing the remainder of her stomach and  
then her small breasts. The garment eventually fell  
either side of Lauren's tiny frame. Nikki kept her gaze  
fixed on the robe, never looking up for one minute at  
the shaking girl on the altar. The older women  
continued to stroke the cocks in their charge, the  
younger man's weapon  looking stronger and stiffer,  
with a trace of fluid on the end. The woman then placed  
her free hand between the mans legs, and held his balls  
gently. He leant forward slightly, moving now with her  
rhythm as he reached out and felt Lauren's breast. 
 
"Get off me you bastard!" she shouted. 
 
As the final syllable left her mouth, the older man came,  
shooting cum into her mouth, over her hair and face,  
and then, with the direction of the woman, over her  
little breasts. The younger man followed, producing a  
stream of cum that hit her nose and chin. Lauren sobbed  
loudly as she shook her head violently from side to side  
as if to shake off the thick liquid on her face. 
 
"Please, no more. Please, I just want to go home!" she  
wailed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her crying  
intensified. 
 
"Now remember, Lauren, we've got the whole  
ceremony to come yet. You'll enjoy that, won't you?"  
said Simone patronisingly. 
 
"I just ... just want to go home." she sobbed. 
 
"No, not after all these preparations. Now, I've finished  
shaving you." said Simone, standing up and facing the  
majority of the congregation. "If anyone wants to  
inspect her, please wait until Rebecca has finished  
cleaning her up. Then feel free to take a closer look.  
She really does have a lovely young body." 
 
"No, no please!" She turned on the altar, struggling  
against the ropes that held her feet up in the air. She  
couldn't now see the men who had come over her, nor  
the women who had been with them. Nikki had  
returned to the floor, and Lauren could just see her,  
curled up on the cold floor, occasionally jerking from  
the pain and her crying.  
 
"Rebecca, come and lick the soap off her, quickly now.  
Make sure you do a good job, or all three of you will  
suffer!" said Simone, glaring at Rebecca as she  
approached. Lauren hardly recognised her. She walked  
with the greatest of effort, again as though an invisible  
person was tugging her in an opposite direction. Saliva  
dribbled from her lips as she mouthed silent words. Her  
hands shook, possibly because the temperature had  
dropped within the barn, but it was more than a shiver.  
The vacant expression on her face was evidence of her  
poor physical and mental state. Lauren thought that if  
she had been found in the street in this condition, she  
would have been taken to hospital for lengthy  
observation, even if she had violently objected. She  
approached the altar and stared in Lauren's general  
direction, fixing her gaze on the floor to the side of her  
head. With her head leaning to one side, she knelt  
between Lauren's legs and ran her tongue up her inner  
thigh. 
 
Lauren tensed, feeling the girl's tongue approaching her  
sex. Straining to sit up, she glimpsed her face, covered  
in sweat with traces of soap over her nose and eyes.  
Her lips also had streaks of soap over them, but  
Rebecca made no effort to clean herself. 
 
"Quicker!" shouted Simone, pushing her head hard  
between Lauren's legs so that her nose buried into her.  
Lauren winced, turning her head away, only to see  
herself again on the screen, pushing her hands  
underneath her lace knickers as Jim probed deeper into  
her. Just as Rebecca lapped along the length of her  
vagina, she saw herself pushing her knickers down  
towards her knees, her pussy wet and aroused from  
Jim's attention. 
 
She sobbed as her emotions swung violently from  
revulsion to love for Jim, back to the present horror and  
Rebecca's labored attempts at cleaning the soap from  
her body. She could hear her coughing, almost choking,  
no doubt from the soap that she had swallowed. She  
heard the crowd around her chattering and applauding  
the film as her hairless vagina was displayed both on  
the film and again in real life. And then she saw herself  
slipping to the floor and pulling off his underpants,  
freeing up his giant cock that stood proudly against his  
shirt. 
 
A squeal went up form the crowd as the size of his cock  
became apparent. 
 
"Christ, that's a beauty!" shouted one of the women. 
 
Simone marched across to Rebecca. "Come on, slut,  
you've finished now, get in the corner with this little  
one!" she ordered, unlocking Nikki's leg from the  
handcuff and kicking her hard on her bruised buttocks.  
Nikki took Rebecca's hand and both girls crawled over  
to the wall where the food was laid out, curling up in  
the darkest spot. 
 
Lauren looked across the room towards them, noting  
that it was dark outside. The temperature was probably  
falling quickly now as the heat left the valley and night  
set in. She thought she could make out Nikki with her  
arms around Rebecca, comforting her. She turned  
away, suddenly aware of her own situation again, her  
legs tiring now from being held up in the air. She had  
given up caring about the sight she offered to the  
congregation, her naked vagina exposed, red and  
tender.  
 
The film was now up to the point where Jim was trying,  
gently, to enter her. She could see the tip of his cock  
coaxing apart her young pussy lips as he delved deeper  
and deeper into her, slowly gaining inch by inch as the  
pain and anxiety showed on her face. She was amazed  
to see herself, gripping his head tightly, almost pulling  
his hair out, as his stroking penetrated her further each  
time. 
 
Simone skipped over to her, kneeling behind her head,  
watching the film with her. 
 
"Tell me, how did it feel?" 
 
"Let me go! I just want to go home, we haven't done  
anything wrong have we?" cried Lauren, twisting as  
well as she could to try and see Simone. 
 
"Hush, just watch!" whispered Simone and she  
caressed her forehead gently. "You look so lovely  
there. I've brought myself off many times watching this  
film. Just wait till you see you and me together".  
Simone's hands paused as she watched the picture, then  
returned to caress her cheek, wandering down over her  
chest to her nipples. To Lauren's horror, they perked up  
immediately, as butterflies fluttered in her stomach. She  
sensed the warming sensation between her legs again as  
Simone expertly drew lazy circles over her chest and  
tummy. A finger slowly traced a path down over her  
navel and along her leg, dipping around the knee to  
return inside her thigh. Lauren shifted as the finger  
drew closer to her pubic mound. She tensed, ready to  
shriek in protest. The finger avoided her vagina.  
Nevertheless, she let out a childlike squeal as the finger  
neglected her on it's way back to her breasts. 
 
"Suzy, come and help" said Simone, waving her hand  
to get the girls attention. 
 
"What are you going to do to me?" asked Lauren, her  
voice quivering. 
 
"Lie back. There there." said Simone, soothing her.  
"Suzy has been a model convert to the church, and it's  
therefore only right that she is rewarded." Lauren saw  
the young girl approach again who had pushed her  
breast in Nikki's face earlier. 
 
"Lauren, you're very beautiful. I want to thank you for  
coming today." said Suzy as Simone disappeared  
towards the food. She leant down in front of her, and  
Lauren felt an enormous sense of relief as her legs were  
lowered back to the ground. "There, I hope that feels  
better." 
 
"Oh, thank you. Please...please don't hurt me" sniffed  
Lauren, raising herself onto her elbows. 
 
"Stay lying down for now" said the girl, resting her  
hand on her shoulder. "I won't hurt you, I promise" She  
sat down on the lower bale of straw and turned to the  
film. After a while, she looked down at Lauren. 
 
"Is he your boyfriend?" 
 
"Mmm, I suppose so" 
 
"He seems very caring" 
 
"Yeah, I think he is" 
 
Suzy leant down towards Lauren. "Just listen to what I  
have to say. I'm going to kiss you, but listen, OK?" she  
whispered. 
 
"OK" 
 
Suzy leant over Lauren and kissed her mouth, running  
her tongue over her lips as her hand stroked her cheek.  
"All they want here is for you to cooperate. Just do  
what they say and everything will be OK." Suzy's  
attention focused on her little breasts and the taut  
nipples that crowned the hillocks. 
 
"The Priest wants to show the congregation that he can  
have sex with all the newcomers. If you do as he and  
the priestess say, then they'll let you all go. If you  
don't, then I can't predict what will happen." She  
paused, a pained expression on her face. "There were  
rumours that one girl died when she resisted!" 
 
Lauren felt dizzy, the shock washing over her as the  
depth of their predicament sunk in. Suzy looked around  
furtively, pretending to watch the film. Lauren followed  
her gaze and saw herself lying on the studio floor, her  
back arched as she came. Her eyes were transfixed on  
the sight as Jim withdrew his thick cock from her pussy  
and shot wave after wave of come over her body.  
Lauren unconsciously reached for Suzy and held her  
head. Suzy smiled at her. 
 
"Wow, that's some boyfriend!" 
 
"He's lovely. Thank you. I'm,....I'm so frightened."  
said Lauren, her hands shaking slightly as she felt the  
tears welling up again in her eyes. She sobbed  
involuntarily, running through scenarios that could lead  
to her ultimate punishment. 
 
"Just do as we say, and you'll be fine. Open your legs  
as much as possible." Her face disappeared out of sight  
as her kissing concentrated briefly on her nipples, and  
then moved to explore her vagina. Lauren felt the  
difference in this girls attention, the care and  
consideration that was in stark contrast to the rude  
abuse she had received so far. She held the girl's head  
as she guided her between her legs, feeling her hot  
breath on her clitoris as the girl licked along the length  
of her lips towards her anus. She continued for several  
minutes, relaxing Lauren with her careful tonguing and  
the gentle circling around her anus with her fingers.  
 
The film faded out and the congregation began talking  
once again, watching Suzy as she pushed her tongue  
inside Lauren's vagina. 
 
"OK, Suzy, it's time for the rest of the church to inspect  
our most recent convert. You can play with her again  
later." said Simone, resting her hand on Suzy's  
shoulder. Simone turned and nodded towards the  
people seated on the benches around the altar. The best  
man approached. Suzy stood up, smiling, her lips  
covered in saliva and the sweet smell of Lauren. The  
best man stood between Lauren's legs and ran his hand  
over her inner thighs. 
 
"What do you think?" asked Simone. 
 
"Very smooth! And so frightened!" he said as he  
pushed a finger inside her. Lauren gasped as she felt the  
stiff finger penetrate her. It moved inside her and  
withdrew without pausing or consideration. She closed  
her eyes, closing out the vision of her molester, almost  
numb now to the attention she received. After a while,  
she felt a different hand over her pubic mound,  
grabbing her, pawing her as though she was a pet for  
sale. Her vaginal lips were parted by two expert fingers  
as a thumb pushed against her clitoris, making her  
squirm again on the altar as a man laughed quietly from  
above. He slapped her thighs. 
 
"Good legs as well. Quite strong. I do like her tits,  
though" said a gruff voice as the inspection continued.  
"And you say she loves girls and boys, even at her  
age?" 
 
"Yep. Just wait till you see the film! At only 13 she's  
made love to married women, teenage girls, her brother,  
you name it, she's done it. She just doesn't care!" 
 
"That's not fair! That's a lie. It's not like that!"  
shrieked Lauren, devastated at the extent of Simone's  
knowledge. 
 
"Did any of them force you to do it?" asked Simone.  
"You even like to do it on film!" 
 
But Lauren could only cry, her chest heaving as the  
tears flowed freely down her cheeks. She covered her  
face with her hands, closing her legs in an effort to  
expel the latest voyeur from her presence. 
 
"I..just..want...to go home." she stammered between  
wails. 
 

Chapter 45
 
Sunday 30th August, 8pm 
 
"Mike," said his father, "we're going to have to get  
them out of wherever they are. My fear is that if we call  
the police, they'll burst in and we'll have bigger  
problems. We're going to need Jim to help us. Although  
I despise what he's done, I know we're going to need  
him" 
 
"What about Stefan, could he help us?" he asked. 
 
"Is he in?" 
 
"I'm not sure, I'll take a look." 
 
While Mike visited the neighbours house, Maurice went  
upstairs to console Daniele, who lay on her stomach on  
their big bed, weeping. 
 
"We'll find her, don't worry" he said, resting his hand  
on her back. 
 
"It's all so dreadful. I know she's in trouble, I can feel  
it. Maurice, we've got to get to her. What is they are  
filming it? Eh? I've read about these things. There are  
some very sick people out there." 
 
"We'll find her. When Andre gets here, we'll set off. I  
think we'll need the help of Jim" 
 
"But you were so rude to him. I don't know if he'll  
want to face you, anyway!" she sobbed. 
 
"I was hardly going to congratulate him, was I?" he  
snarled, his face colouring once again. 
 
"Maurice, I've never told you this, but I lost my  
virginity at about the same age as Lori" 
 
"What, at thirteen?" 
 
"About that, yes." 
 
"But that doesn't make it right, does it?" 
 
"No, but sometimes, it just happens that way. I'm  
disappointed, but not really angry. But I am very  
worried about wherever they've gone. It's very late  
now, especially for a Sunday" 
 
The kitchen door slammed shut as Mike returned.  
"Dad, there's nobody there!" he shouted up the stairs. 
 
"OK, can you give Jim a call, tell him I'm sorry but  
we'd like his help. We an collect him from the station if  
he wants!" 
 
"What if he won't help?" 
 
"Please, you'll have to convince him. Tell him what we  
know. Tell him that Lori is in danger and that we're  
going to go and look for her!" 
 
Mike made the call and talked quietly to Jim. He told  
him most of the things that they had learned that  
evening, with the exception of some of the hearsay that  
had been gathered from Marlene. He put the phone  
down and clumped upstairs. 
 
"OK, he'll be at the station in about thirty minutes. I  
said we'd collect him. What about Nikki's dad?" 
 
"I'll call him. We'll need his car as well, I think" 
 
The group had assembled by just after ten o'clock.  
Daniele, Maurice and Andre discussed the route they  
should take, deciding that they would investigate the  
Lausanne site first. 
 
"We'll call here once we get to the outskirts of  
Lausanne" said Maurice, "just in case they come home.  
Then we'll call you once we've investigated the first  
place. If we don't find anything, we'll back track and  
make our way to Lauterbrunnen, again calling just  
before we go up the mountain." 
 
"I left a note for Jean telling her briefly what's  
happened, but I expect she'll call here as soon as she  
reads the note." said Andre, his arm around Daniele.  
"You'll have to bring her up to date. I'm sure she'll  
want to be here. She can take a cab or walk" The phone  
rang just as Andre picked up his coat. Mike answered it  
and replaced the receiver.  
 
"That's Jim, he's at the station." There was a slight  
buzz in his voice as his excitement at the expedition  
fired his imagination. His father was busy bundling  
blankets and clean clothes into the two cars. 
 
"Come on then! Maps?" asked Maurice. 
 
"Got them" replied Mike. 
 
Maurice kissed Daniele good-bye as Mike got into the  
car, waving. His father joined him and both cars set off  
into the night. Daniele watched as they disappeared  
down the hill and shut the door. She breathed deeply,  
trying to stifle the fear inside her but to no avail. She  
burst into tears, crying loudly as she shook, her  
imagination conjuring up horrors in her mind to fuel her  
dread of the truth and what the next few hours would  
bring. She sobbed on the sofa for several minutes  
before turning on the television, expecting at any minute  
to see the program interrupted by a newsflash. 
 
She made a cup of coffee and tried to eat some fruit,  
but the thought of food made her feel sick. Slumped on  
the sofa, she sipped her coffee, returning to the kitchen  
to put two more spoonfuls of sugar into the steaming  
cup. As she walked back to the lounge, the phone rang,  
making her jump and spill her coffee down her leg. She  
set the cup down and grabbed the phone. 
 
"Hello? Oh, Jean, you've got to come over here. We  
think something terrible has happened." She covered  
her mouth as Jean questioned her. "No, they've left to  
look for two possible place. Maurice got the addresses  
from the office database."  
 
She listened to Jean for several minutes, hearing what  
had been found on the tape and reading Andre's letter. 
 
"Well, he's about right, although I think Lauren has  
been involved in some dirty photos, maybe with Jim. I  
really am surprised at him, I thought he was such a nice  
boy. Anyway, we've given him the benefit of the doubt  
and he's gone off with Andre, Maurice and Mike." 
 
She listened again, shaking her head as she kept one  
eye on the television. "Look, come round now. Come  
prepared to spend the night. OK, see you in about  
twenty minutes." The cab pulled up outside the house  
just before eleven o'clock, and Daniele held the front  
door open as she walked up the darkened path to the  
house. 
 
They exchanged news, Daniele adding about the  
research Maurice had done before they left. Jean  
related the contents of the film, and how it developed  
from a standard sex film into something very sinister. 
 
"Daniele, after the film seems to end, there's another  
bit added on called `Lolita' or something like that. It's  
about teenagers and they're all having sex - including  
girls with girls." 
 
"I thought there was something to do with blood?"  
asked Daniele. 
 
"There is. At the very end, for about five minutes..."  
She broke off, clearly embarrassed by the thought of  
relating the scene and action. 
 
"Go on, I think I know what you're going to say" 
 
"This girl is tied to a sort of bed and her clothes are cut  
away from her body. They take her hair off, you know,  
down here, and then some men have sex with her." She  
paused for breath, looking at the carpet as the danger  
that Nikki and Lauren might be in seemed to slowly  
sink in. "Oh God, Daniele, they have sex in her bottom  
too. And, after they done some other things to her, they  
stab her. There's blood everywhere and they carry on  
as if nothing had happened!" 
 
"Oh God, Maurice didn't tell me that. Oh God no!"  
Daniele cried uncontrollably again as Jean pulled her  
against her shoulder. 
 
"Hey, they'll find them. Don't get so upset, we'll  
probably find that they've been to some all-night  
party!" 
 
But Daniele wasn't listening. She dreaded the phone  
ringing, was panicked by the television, and tortured by  
her own imagination as she tried valiantly to remain in  
control. 


Chapter 46
 
A further three people, as far as Lauren could tell, came  
across to the altar and felt her body, paying special  
attention to her breasts and vagina. She kept her eyes  
tightly closed, which helped to mask the continuing  
abuse she received, but did nothing to reduce her  
shaking and the misery she felt within. Occasionally,  
she glanced sideways to Nikki and Rebecca, still  
huddled in the corner but now under the food tables  
almost out of sight. 
 
She ached all over, and even though her legs had been  
lowered back to normal by the young girl Suzy, she  
knew that walking would hurt like crazy. She  
desperately wanted to go to the toilet as well, and  
continually flexed her stomach muscles in an effort to  
reduce the pressure on her bladder. 
 
The music had changed, now upbeat, modern western  
music as opposed to the lilting rhythms of the rain  
forest. With darkness now complete outside, the only  
illumination from the windows was the reflection of the  
white and red barn lights. Lauren's throat ached as well  
from her incessant crying and she knew that her eyes  
must look like she had been in a fight. She also realised  
that the whole episode would have to be explained to  
her parents. Not just how the had come to be  
incarcerated up the mountain with a bunch of religious  
fanatics, but maybe even what she had done in the past  
few months with Nikki, Jim and Simone. Then it  
dawned on her that maybe they would even find out  
about her and Mike. 
 
She cried loudly, causing Suzy to return, a look of  
concern on her face. 
 
"What's happened?" 
 
"I don't feel well. I feel sick" she sobbed. 
 
"You'll be fine. Do you think you're going to vomit?"  
she asked. 
 
"I don't know. I just want to go home, please, that's  
all." 
 
"Very soon. Just do as we ask and like I said, you'll go  
home." Suzy went back to the seats to continue  
chatting. As Lauren watched her sit down, the film  
again flickered into life. She recognised the studio  
again, and presumed that this would be the second visit,  
where she had been so keen to be photographed with  
Jim and Simone. She shook her head in amazement that  
she could have been so gullible, so stupid to have  
allowed it to happen, let alone wanted to do it. Her  
amazement was even greater when she saw that within  
thirty seconds of her arrival on the studio floor, she was  
naked, throwing her clothes off with abandon before  
lying over a stool. 
 
"Oh, wow, this is a wonderful film, Simone. This is  
your best so far!" said one of the men sitting with his  
partner. 
 
"Thanks, but don't forget our sexy star. Oh! Here I am,  
look, this is you and me, Lauren." 
 
Lauren saw herself undressing Simone, pulling her  
knickers off and allowing her hand to feel her wetness.  
 
"This is the bit I like. Let's see the film and do it for  
real at the same time, eh?" said Simone. She moved to  
Lauren's head and positioned herself on the lower straw  
bale so that she faced Lauren's legs. Simone hiked up  
her robe, exposing her long legs and straddled Lauren's  
face. She ran her hands down the length of Lauren's  
body, caressing her breasts, hips and thighs. Lauren  
looked up to see, no more than five inches from her  
face, Simone's pussy lips, highly aroused, glistening in  
the faint light. She felt that she was inside a tent, cut off  
from everyone else, with just the red and white glow  
from the barn lights shining through Simone's robe to  
light her little world. She looked to her right to see the  
golden brown legs of the stunningly beautiful girl above  
her. There was no tan line to be seen, just firm,  
muscular legs, joining her body, separated by her  
vagina. Her clitoris was evident, poking carefully out  
from under the little hood, fringed delicately by fine  
black pubic hair. Lauren inhaled the sweet scent of her  
sex as she felt Simone's long hair brushing against her  
inner thighs. 
 
Simone's delicate tongue found it's target and started to  
languidly massage her clitoris, wandering along the  
length of her inner lips, up and down, returned to probe  
now and again at the little pink bulb that had given them  
both so much pleasure. Unconsciously, Lauren turned  
her head to the right and rubbed her nose in  
appreciation against Simone's thigh. Her legs were so  
silky smooth, so clean and tempting that she worked  
her way slowly upwards towards her sex. She couldn't  
reach her vagina, and resigned herself to watching,  
listening while nuzzling into her leg, pecking  
occasionally with her lips. She felt so safe inside the  
robe, as though her problems had at last disappeared. 
 
The tongue explored her vagina for several minutes  
while Lauren lay on the altar, aware now and then that  
the film was still playing, still incriminating her, still  
exposing her as a girl who would do anything for sex.  
Light broke through the robe and a cold draft followed  
as someone lifted the back of Simone's robe and  
fastened it, revealing her buttocks. Simone adjusted her  
stance, widening her legs as a hand ran over Lauren's  
face, then up Simone's thighs and around her vagina.  
The middle finger pushed slowly inside Simone,  
causing her to move slightly to accommodate it. As it  
withdrew, Lauren saw her pussy lips were covered in  
lubrication, shining wildly in the eerie light. She knew it  
was a man's hand, and was therefore not surprised  
when his thick cock pressed against Simone's wet  
pussy. 
 
Lauren tried to move out of the way but Simone  
stopped her progress by holding her thighs tightly. 
 
"Oh no, this is where you see everything. We may even  
want you to help later." she said, lowering herself  
closer to Lauren's face. The man pushed his cock deep  
inside Simone as her pussy lips followed it in, folding in  
sympathy as he plunged into her. Lauren could see that  
his cock gently rubbed against her clitoris, providing  
stimulation as he began stroking regularly. She also  
became aware of the smell of the man, who clearly  
hadn't bothered to wash himself. The odor of sweat and  
human faeces was obnoxious to the point where Lauren  
tried to hold her breath rather than breath in the foul air.  
The man moved confidently, held Simone's hips and  
put one leg up on the straw bale to balance himself. 
 
"Oh yes, that's good. Nice and slowly." said Simone,  
continuing to lick around Lauren's clitoris. 
 
"This is amazing!" said the man. "The film, and this  
little girl, and you all at the same time. I can't hold on  
much longer!" 
 
"Just do it in me, then. Go on! Do it deep inside me!"  
demanded Simone, burying her head between Lauren's  
legs. The man picked up speed, twitched slightly and  
then pushed hard as he slapped against Simone's  
buttocks. Lauren saw his balls crumple up as his cock  
swelled, and then he grunted loudly. His stroking lost  
it's rhythm, each push causing a little white fluid to  
spurt out from Simone's pussy. He stopped after a few  
seconds, pausing for breath before he slowly withdrew  
from Simone. Lauren looked up to see Simone's red  
inner lips slowly moving back as a little pool of cum  
formed at the entrance to her vagina. 
 
 "More! Who's next?" asked Simone, lifting her head  
from Lauren's legs. Presently, Karl reappeared, his robe  
bulging at the front as he stood behind Simone. He  
undid the front enough to expose his cock, and  
positioned it at Simone's moist entrance. 
 
"Oh yes, Karl!" said Simone, turning round. "Our new  
recruit! Let's see how much you've got inside you after  
you pumped Rebecca full of it!" 
 
Karl smiled at her, licked his fingers and felt her  
already wet pussy. 
 
"No need for that, just get in there!" 
 
Lauren instinctively looked up to ensure that she  
positioned her face such that she could breath properly.  
She watched as the tip of his cock touched the inner  
folds of her pussy. As he slowly advanced, the skin  
gave way allowing him to fill her insides with his stiff  
tool. It was a nicer looking cock that the previous man,  
maybe a little shorter, but still seemed to fit very nicely  
between the gripping muscular walls. This time,  
thankfully, there was no sickly smell, and as Lauren  
looked up, she could see Simone's clitoris standing out  
proudly, fully aroused and exposed to her view. She  
reached out, holding onto Simone's thighs as she felt  
the welcome tongue return to her vagina. Karls's cock  
liberated much of the cum from the previous man,  
pushing the liquid into a little river that dripped slowly  
from Simone's pussy lips and down onto Lauren's  
cheeks. 
 
Karl slapped against Simone's buttocks as he plunged  
into her. His cock was slimy now, covered in a layer of  
cum and lubricant that smelled of pure, distilled sex.  
Lauren bent her legs, opening herself further to the  
attention of Simone. The older girl obliged by gently  
running her finger round her bottom, resting  
occasionally on her anus as she continued to plunge her  
tongue inside Lauren's vagina. She felt a finger  
exploring her anus more purposefully now, pushing at  
the entrance with deliberation. Lauren licked her silky  
thighs in encouragement and was rewarded with a  
finger pushed straight into her anus. 
 
Lauren could hear Karl grunting, and realised that he  
too was not going to last very long. Lauren reached  
between Simone's legs and took hold of Karl's balls,  
gently squeezing him. His surprise was evident as he  
jerked suddenly, interrupting his rhythm, before  
resuming with even greater speed and enthusiasm.  
Lauren held him, pressing her thumb against his anus as  
he plowed into Simone's pussy. He dug his nails into  
Simone's thighs as he came, shrieking with delight,  
filling her again with a torrent of cum. It squeezed out  
of her, dribbling down her inside leg and over Lauren's  
mouth as he continued to pound into her. Simone  
sensed his orgasm and tried as hard as she could to  
bring Lauren to climax as well. Wetting her finger, she  
reintroduced it into Lauren's anus while pushing her  
tongue deep into her hot sex. Lauren trembled with  
emotion, unsure whether the correct reaction was to  
scream with pleasure or disgust. But the build up of lust  
and the waves of enjoyment were unmistakable as she  
lifted her bottom slightly to encourage Simone's finger  
and tongue. Lauren looked up as Karl slowly withdrew  
his rigid wet tool and watched Simone's vagina  
releasing it as the folds of skin reluctantly gave way.  
The sight of her beautiful sex and his hard cock were  
enough to send Lauren shooting over the edge. She  
pulled her legs hard against her chest, almost knocking  
Simone out of the way as she came with such force that  
she thought she might burst into tears again. As she  
floated in no-mans land, oblivious to the company  
surrounding her, Simone relaxed her grip on her thighs  
and slowly removed her finger from Lauren's anus.  
 
Continuing to lick her for a while longer, Lauren pulled  
the girl's vagina towards her, extending her tongue so  
that she could lap at the juices that streamed from  
between her legs. She opened her eyes and looked up  
along the valley of Simone's buttocks. She could just  
make out a small strawberry-coloured birthmark hidden  
between her cheeks which registered dimly in her mind  
a something to think about later. She was much too  
busy enjoying the taste of Simone to ponder where or  
when she had seen something similar before. 
 
"Oh Lauren, you're such a love. I'll make sure you  
make me come later." said Simone after they had both  
relaxed. She swung off the altar and brushed Lauren's  
hair from her face. "Now, I want you three girls to get  
cleaned up. It must be getting on for eleven o'clock  
now, and we need to hold the final ceremony, your  
initiation into the church." 
 
"Please don't hurt us anymore!" implored Lauren. 
 
"Look, we don't want to hurt you. Just do as we say."  
Simone looked down at her kindly. "Tell you what, I'll  
get the priest to bring Rebecca round to normal. Then  
you can spend a couple of hours downstairs before  
coming back. Then you can go home!" 
 
"But my parents, they'll know I'm missing and they'll  
be looking for me!" 
 
"So? They won't find you here, and you don't know  
where on earth you are, do you?" 
 
Lauren looked away from her, the sense of dread and  
misery returning. 
 
"Come on, let's find the others" said Simone, walking  
across to the food tables. The girls were indeed  
underneath the tables, cowering from everyone who  
walked past. 
 
"Out you come. Time to get cleaned up! Rebecca, come  
with me for a while." said Simone, offering her a hand  
to stand up. Simone and Rebecca walked to the rear  
door, emerging less than a minute later. Rebecca looked  
dreadful, the red and white lights probably masking  
some of the torment and anguish in her face, but not the  
matted hair, the bruises and scratches that she had  
suffered during the evening. She half staggered across  
to Lauren and Nikki as Simone watched from the door. 
 
"What the hell's happened to us? Where's my robe? Oh  
Christ, Nikki! Where did you get these cuts?" she  
asked, looking at the ripped robe. She wobbled  
precariously and the two girls held her tightly as  
Simone motioned them towards the big barn door. 
 
"Shh. We'll talk inside the house. Come on, you can  
make it" said Lauren, severely doubting whether any of  
them could. 

 
Chapter 47
  
Although Maurice and Mike listened to the radio,   
neither could have said what they were listening to as   
the car purred along the brightly lit autobahn. Maurice   
could see the lights of Andre's car behind, and knew   
that the silhouette in the passenger seat was that of Jim.   
They had waved to each other courteously at the   
station, thinking that they had better not talk until really   
necessary. He was aware that he was still angry enough   
to hit the young man who he thought had taken his   
daughter's virginity.  
  
The blackness of the night surrounded them, and even   
the occasional appearance of the moon from behind the   
clouds failed to brighten their mood. Dark trees hid   
from view the small houses that lined the side of the   
road. Mike looked down at the small villages. The pin-  
points of lights offered a welcoming sight, their cobbled   
streets shining from the drizzle that had passed through   
the valley a couple of hours before sunset. He looked   
up above the villages, following the lighted trails of the   
roads that formed the mountain passes. Few cars were   
to be seen, and even fewer houses were discernible in   
the distance.  
  
"Looks like we're about twenty minutes away from   
Lausanne," said Mike, reading the map in the glare   
from the street lights, "and then another fifteen from the   
address. That'll make it about eleven thirty."  
  
"God, I hope they're at the first one" said Maurice,   
watching his speed climbing steadily past the 140Kph   
mark as he overtook two cars. He checked to ensure   
that Andre was keeping up with him, and sat defiantly   
in the fast lane, the height of bad manners.  
  
They traveled in silence for almost ten kilometers until   
Mike tapped on his window, indicating the next exit.   
The car slowed and gently curved off to the right, again   
slowing at a stop sign before turning up towards the   
mountains above the lake. Andre followed right behind.   
Mike looked closely at the map, giving directions as he   
concentrated hard on watching their rout and reading   
the map, aware that a wrong turn could cost them   
valuable minutes.  
  
"OK, it should be about three hundred meters on the   
left, according to your street map." said Mike, clapping   
the book closed.  "Slow down and we can go past   
slowly, just to take a look at the house." He leaned   
forward, looking at the large detached chalets that   
nestled in the trees, well away from the road. Many had   
lights on, and all looked charming in the moonlight.  
  
"This is it, here, number 47. There seem to be a few   
cars there. I'll park off the road down by this next set of   
trees and we can walk back." He switched off his   
headlights and carefully pulled over. "We should talk   
with Andre and Jim before we do anything."  
  
They crept back towards Andre, who had wound his   
window down as they approached. "This is the place. I   
don't see much happening though" said Maurice,   
looking over at the lights on in the front room.  
  
"Why don't Mike and I go and quickly take a look.   
Then if it's wrong we can get moving. I think the place   
in the mountains is more likely anyway - it's probably   
more secluded" said Jim, avoiding eye contact with   
Maurice.  
  
"Fine. Get going. We'll turn the cars round and park   
back down the road. If you see anything suspicious,   
come back. No heroics, OK?"  
  
The boys walked along the edge of the garden, keeping   
well into the darkness of the high fir trees. Once   
Maurice had lost sight of them, he returned to his car   
and drove off. The boys were waiting for him less than   
a minute later, ready to jump back into the cars. Mike   
slid into the passenger seat, shaking his head.  
  
"Go on, this isn't the place," said Mike, pulling on his   
seat belt. "There are about ten old age pensioners in   
there. No buildings around the back, all very quiet and   
peaceful. Turn right at the next junction."  
  
"Damn!" whispered Maurice as he turned the corner.   
"But then again, I'm not sure if I want to find them out   
here or not. I still hope they'll turn up a home after   
some wild party!"  
  
"Hey, we'd better ring Mum, tell her that we're on the   
way to the second place"  
  
"OK, Let's find a phone"  
  
They pulled in after a couple of kilometers and called,   
relaying the bad news to Daniele and Jean. As they   
pulled back onto the road, the conversation ceased,   
both Maurice and Mike thinking their own private   
thoughts as they sped towards Lauterbrunnen. The   
traffic thinned as they started the long climb out of the   
valley, the summer air cooling quickly as they moved   
above a thousand feet. Both Maurice and Mike had   
been watching the small digital clock in the car and saw   
it change from eleven fifty-nine to show all zeros.  
 


Chapter 48
 
Lauren trudged in front of Nikki and Rebecca towards  
the house. They looked like prisoners of war, refugees  
from another land. They had no possessions, and  
shuffled along with their heads bowed, their clothing  
tattered. Rebecca was naked, her body filthy from her  
evening of abuse. Simone led them to the house and  
guided them through the rear door. She clicked on the  
light. A piercing scream from above filled the house - a  
man's voice, desperately, frantically screaming. A dull  
thud followed, and then silence. 
 
"Don't worry. Probably ghosts" said Simone, marching  
down the hallway to the door downstairs. Lauren  
shook, hungry, tired and scared out of her wits. She  
needed the toilet so badly, she needed some privacy as  
well, some time alone to pull her thoughts together and  
try and understand what had happened to them this  
evening. More than anything though, she wanted her  
mother, her bed and familiar surroundings. The dark  
house was quite now except for their shuffling. Simone  
unlocked the door and flicked on the light.  
 
"See you in a couple of hours. Get cleaned up and have  
something to eat." She watched as the three girls  
unsteadily negotiated the steps down into the reception  
area. Lauren turned at the bottom to help Rebecca, and  
saw the door close above. They were alone again. 
 
Nikki went ahead and flicked on the lights. 
 
"Oh my God!" screamed Lauren, bringing her hands to  
her face in terror. She stared at Nikki, her robe  
shredded to ribbons, cuts and red raw weal's showing  
through the rents. "Nik, Oh Nik" she wailed, tears  
rolling down her face. 
 
"My God, when did that happen?" asked Rebecca,  
letting the threads of the robe run through her fingers. 
 
"Rebecca, I think you were hypnotized or something.  
You've been in a trance for ages." 
 
"Rubbish. I'd know if I had. I told them to stop hurting  
you anyway." she said indignantly. 
 
"So how did you get all this shit in your hair, eh? All  
this cum on your face? And where did these bruises  
come from?" sobbed Lauren. 
 
"These people are nutters, you stupid cow! We've got  
to get out of here!" said Nikki, herself close to tears. 
 
"Listen. Here's what's happening next" said Lauren,  
standing in front of Rebecca. "We get cleaned up and  
taken back. The priest wants to fuck me. A girl up there  
said someone died who didn't do what they wanted.  
When I refused to get on their stupid altar, that little- 
bastard-best-man's-friend fucked Nikki's arse!"  
shouted Lauren, her face red with rage. 
 
"Not before I'd got these marks from the priest  
whipping me. I tell you, you were hypnotized and  
ordered to do things! Don't you remember drinking one  
man's piss? demanded Nikki. 
 
"Or being passed around the congregation to be  
touched up, smacked and kicked? They don't love you  
or want you. They just want to be amused by you. Feel  
your pussy. Find out what they rammed up there for  
fun" said Lauren, walking towards the bathroom. "I'm  
going to the toilet." 
 
Rebecca stood there, still staring at Nikki's injuries,  
dumbfounded. Nikki shook her head, trying to fight  
back her tears. She walked through to the bedroom and  
flopped onto the bed. The toilet flushed after several  
minutes and Nikki made her way to the bathroom and  
knocked. 
 
"It's me. I need to go too" 
 
"Come in" 
 
Lauren was sitting on the toilet, her head in her hands,  
still crying to herself. Her robe was discarded down by  
the Jacuzzi, and her naked body looked thin, blemished,  
like a street urchin might have done a century earlier.  
 
"We need Rebecca on our side. We can't make it  
without her." said Nikki. 
 
"I don't know if I trust her. She must have known what  
goes on in this stupid place!" 
 
"What choice have we?"  
 
Neither girl said anything. Lauren shuffled over to the  
side of the Jacuzzi and stared at the taps. Nikki  
attempted to sit on the toilet but her bottom refused to  
support her. She wandered slowly across to the wash  
basin like an old woman and picked up a pair of white  
towels, laying them down on the toilet seat. She  
urinated loudly as she stared at the floor, her arms  
wrapped around her chest, trying to control her shaking.  
Lauren turned on the water and let the tub fill up,  
recoiling like a frightened animal as the door opened.  
She relaxed slightly when she saw Rebecca in the  
doorway. 
 
"Look" said Rebecca, "I really don't understand what's  
been happening. This is supposed to be my special  
day!" 
 
"Hey, do you remember having you picture taken?"  
asked Lauren. 
 
"Yeah, outside with you two" said Rebecca, pleased  
with her recall. 
 
"What about coming back in and talking to people?" 
 
"Yeah, pretty much. Suzy gave me some flowers" 
 
"Then what?" asked Nikki, still sitting on the toilet,  
shaking. 
 
"Er, well, now were having a break. Seems you're  
going to join as well" 
 
"When you got the flowers it was about five thirty,  
right? Now it's almost half past eight!" said Nikki.  
"And they've got this film of Lori!" 
 
"Don't worry about the film!" stated Lauren  
emphatically. "That's nothing to do with it!" 
 
"I think it is." said Nikki. 
 
"What film?" 
 
"Nothing" hissed Lauren. 
 
"Someone - like the priestess - seems to know Lori and  
has taken film of her and Jim without their knowing it.  
You know, when they were doing it together." said  
Nikki, staring at Lauren. 
 
"Oh shit. That's not the first time." 
 
Lauren grabbed the taps and turned off the water.  
"Listen!" she said, looking at the ceiling. They heard  
the phone ringing. In between rings there was absolute  
silence, no footsteps, no shouts of `I'll get it'. It  
stopped.  
 
"That's it!" whispered Lauren, with the trace of a smile  
on her face. "You two stay here, and I'll call the police.  
There's obviously nobody upstairs!" 
 
"Yeah, that's right!" said Nikki, joining in  
enthusiastically. 
 
The girls hatched their plan quickly, deciding that they  
would turn out the lights and Lauren would find the  
phone - Nikki thought she had seen it near the front  
door and the recent ringing seemed to indicate it  
somewhere near the front of the house. They also  
decided that the robes were too bright, and in the  
absence of any dark clothing, she would be safer naked. 
 
Stealthily, she climbed the stairs and tried the door  
knob. It turned easily, allowing a feint crack of light to  
fall across her face. She nodded down to Rebecca, who  
clicked off the lights. Lauren's heart was pounding as  
she opened the door another few inches, trying to peer  
down the hallway towards the front door. She looked  
back, unable to see the other two girls in the darkness. 
 
Lauren inched her way along the cold floor of the  
hallway, carefully ensuring that the door didn't shut.  
Her hands shook again as she felt her way along the  
wall, identifying light switches and another door which  
she didn't remember. Continuing towards the front of  
the house, she realised she had a choice of two rooms,  
one on either side of the hallway. Both doors were  
closed. Gently, she turned the knob on the left hand  
door. She was relieved to find that the door opened  
silently, giving way into a darkened room. Curtains  
were half drawn across the windows, and a large desk  
filled the majority of the opposite side.  
 
Her legs shook now, her fear increasing as she  
progressed further from the others. Her outstretched  
hands felt across the desk top and found a small lamp.  
She debated whether to turn it on or not, deciding that  
maybe a momentary flash would be enough to confirm  
whether there was a phone or not. She found the switch  
and clicked it on. 
 
She squinted in the bright light, looking away quickly as  
she tried to adjust to the brilliance of the room. She  
looked around quickly for no more than two seconds,  
noting the contents of the room, and then pushed the  
switch again. The light stayed on. She clicked it again.  
Still the light remained on, beaconing out through the  
window. Frantically, she found the power lead and  
pulled it. The room plunged into darkness. Lauren's  
heart raced wildly as she held the corner of the desk to  
steady herself. Pressure was building in her anus, the  
muscles in her sphincter doing overtime to hold her  
together. She listened to the sounds of the house, half  
expecting any number of people to come rushing into  
the room to carry her back to the others. There was  
silence. The tears welled up again in her eyes as a sense  
of nausea began to rise in her stomach. She recalled in  
her mind the contents of the room. No phone. 
 
Padding across the hallway, she turned the knob on the  
other door and pushed. A high-pitched squeak came  
from the old hinges as she peered round the corner. The  
room was dark, smelled slightly musty but had a  
warmth to it that was almost inviting. She ventured  
further, closing the door behind her so that the catch  
scraped her naked bottom. She fumbled for the light  
switch and flicked it on briefly, then off again. A small  
bed, a table with a washbasin. Fireplace. Junk to her  
right. Perhaps a phone. She was about to switch on the  
light when two rectangles of light traveled across the  
wall, followed by the sound of crunching gravel. Panic- 
stricken, she realised she could either run back  
downstairs or hide and hope the driver went straight to  
the barn. 
 
She stretched her hands out and found the table.  
Crouching down, she hid underneath, waiting and  
listening as the engine stopped. She heard footsteps,  
only one person, she thought. She slid further under the  
table, pulling her knees up against her chest as tightly  
as possible, trying to make herself invisible. Her  
stomach heaved and she again felt the pressure from her  
gut pushing against her anus, trying hard to find a way  
out. She breathed deeply, searching for thoughts that  
might save her from soiling herself in the room. The  
front door opened. She froze, her heart beating wildly  
as she heard heavy boots clumping on the stone  
hallway. She almost cried out as the door to her room  
opened and the light was snapped on. Through half- 
closed eyes, she saw a pair of legs walk past the table.  
A man's legs covered in big, heavy trousers. Heavy  
boots, covered in ice and snow. A loud clank resounded  
in the room as Lauren saw a big gardening spade fall to  
the floor. A bag landed on the little bed with a thump.  
Lauren realised that if the man sat on the bed, he would  
see her, cowering under the table. As if on cue, her  
sphincter relaxed, and she defecated silently on the  
floor. She closed her eyes, praying that the man would  
leave as she felt the warm sticky mess spreading out  
underneath her buttocks. Within seconds she smelled  
the familiar stench and knew that she would soon be  
discovered. 
 
The man turned towards her, grunted and swore under  
his breath. He then made his way back to the door, and  
left the room. Lauren heard the sound of the car door  
slamming and the engine starting. She scrambled to her  
feet, noting the bag on the bed as she tore open the door  
and fled down the hallway as quietly a possible. She  
shut the apartment door behind her and almost fell  
down the stairs when Rebecca switched the lights back  
on. 
 
"Well, did you call them?" asked Rebecca, standing  
next to Nikki with a duvet pulled around her. 
 
All Lauren could do was to shake her head as she cried  
loudly, holding her hand to her face as she rushed past  
the girls towards the bathroom. She slammed the door  
and sat on the toilet, sobbing uncontrollably once again.  
She knew full well that she had failed. The girls must  
have realised, she thought, from the smell that surely  
trailed behind her, what had happened, and they knew  
that there was no hope for them, no chance of rescue  
from the outside. 
 
"Do you need help?" asked Rebecca from outside the  
bathroom. 
 
"No. Wait!" she replied, taking a handful of toilet paper  
and trying to clean herself. The smell made her retch as  
the toilet bowl slowly filled with sheets of paper. She  
flushed it twice before making her way to the shower  
and washing herself under the warm water.  
 
She went back out after drying herself and found both  
Rebecca and Nikki sitting on the bed, wrapped in  
duvets. 
 
"There's another one in that wardrobe" said Nikki,  
pointing to the big wooden doors. 
 
Lauren pulled the big patchwork quilt around her and  
sat on the bed. She realised that she was pleased to see  
them, even though fundamentally nothing had changed  
to make her more cheerful. 
 
"OK?" asked Nikki. 
 
"Mmm. There's a phone somewhere, but I didn't find  
it. A man came back and almost found me." she said,  
looking at the duvet miserably. 
 
"Look, maybe we'll have another go later." said  
Rebecca. "First, we need to wash ourselves. I've  
looked at Nik's back. It's a mess!" she said, shaking  
her head in disbelief. 
 
"Told you so! Do you believe us now?" asked Lauren. 
 
"Yes....look, I'm so sorry, I had no idea" 
 
"Any ideas about getting out?" asked Lauren. "They'll  
kill us if they catch us trying to escape, that's what the  
little bitch upstairs said." 
 
"Which bitch?" asked Rebecca. 
 
"Suzy, I think her name was." 
 
"Oh yes, she comes here with her brother. I used to  
think she was OK." 
 
"Well, she's as weird as the rest." said Nikki. She  
looked at Rebecca and frowned. "How could you let  
them do this to you, I mean, didn't you think there was  
something a bit bloody strange about them?" 
 
"No, they've always seemed so nice." 
 
"Well, they aren't. All they want to do is fuck people.  
And if you don't let them, they whip you!" she hissed. 
 
"I'm sorry, really I am. Let's get your back seen to. In  
the bathroom." 
 
Slowly, Nikki slid off the bed and stumbled into the  
bathroom. Her injuries were starting to ache as the  
bruising became apparent. She moved stiffly, her arms  
aching as she knelt down in front of the Jacuzzi to test  
the temperature of the water. Swinging her legs over the  
side, she grimaced as the water ran over her legs.  
 
"Don't turn the jets on, please!" 
 
Rebecca slid slowly into the water, closing her eyes as  
she went right under. Lauren's thighs still ached from  
being tied up for such a long time, but she too managed  
to slide into the water and sit on one of the sunken  
seats. 
 
"Wait, Nik, I'll help you." said Lauren, grabbing a  
flannel and ringing out the warm water. She stood up  
and sat beside her best friend. 
 
"Oh Jesus, Nik. I had no idea it was this bad!" Lauren  
stared at her back, criss-crossed with red lines, some of  
which had obviously bled earlier that evening. Further  
down towards her buttocks, and even on her inner  
thighs, heavy red lines were clear evidence that she had  
suffered much more than Lauren had realised. "This  
flannel's no good, I'll help you down. Lie on your  
tummy and slip down into the water". Nikki turned  
over, revealing the rest of the red marks as Lauren held  
her waist, easing her down into the warm water. She  
cried out three or four times before she could stand on  
the bottom of the tub and turn around. 
 
Rebecca washed herself quickly, including her hair, and  
then sat on the side. She ran the soap across her hairless  
vagina, remembering that the girls had said how the  
congregation had abused her earlier. She pushed a  
finger inside herself, noting that she felt tender but  
found no food or other objects. She watched Nikki  
trying to find a comfortable position where she could  
simply suspend herself without irritating her skin any  
further. 
 
"Nik, lay back against me so that your back doesn't  
touch the side. Put your arms over my legs. That's it." 
 
"I'm going to wash my hair in the shower" said Lauren,  
climbing out of the tub and down the steps. Nikki  
leaned back in the water, wetting her hair and  Rebecca  
obliged by dripping shampoo over her head and  
massaging it into a lather. 
 
The girls dried themselves slowly. Rebecca had few  
problems, and Lauren managed reasonably well. Nikki  
however had to lie on the bed while they covered her in  
clean white sheets and patted her dry. The pain was  
really setting in now, and any touch of her back or  
thighs produced an instant squeal. Rebecca found some  
antiseptic cream in the bathroom cabinet and did the  
best she could for her, rubbing a little into each wound  
while Nikki twitched and groaned. Eventually, they  
wrapped themselves again in their duvets and curled up  
on the bed. 
 
"We can't go to sleep. We need to think of how we're  
going to escape" said Lauren, hoping someone was  
listening. 
 
"I can't." 
 
"She's right, we must stay awake! I'll make some  
coffee" offered Rebecca as she made her way to the  
door. 
 
There was silence for a few minutes while the sound of  
cups and water echoed from the kitchen. 
 
"Lori, do you trust her? Or is she part of their plan?" 
 
"Don't know. Nik, I'm so scared." She sobbed again,  
sniffing loudly as her nose blocked up. Nikki moved  
over towards her on the bed. Lauren realised that any  
movement caused her great pain. "That girl, she said  
they've killed people who don't do what they say." said  
Lauren. Nikki shook her head slightly.  
 
"I don't know what to think. They seem to like hurting  
people. Who says they're going to ever let us go? My  
mum told me about some church where they brainwash  
you so you never leave." 
 
"This doesn't seem like a church at all. More like some  
club for screwing." 
 
"Yeah, you're right." 
 
Rebecca wandered back into the room and put two  
mugs on the table beside the bed. They drank in silence,  
watching the steam rise from the mugs as their thoughts  
were elsewhere. 
 
"What's the time?" asked Lauren. 
 
"Not sure, I'll look in the kitchen" said Rebecca.  
"twelve-thirty" she said on her return. "Another hour  
before they come and get us" 
 
"I can't do it again, I just can't!" cried Nikki, pulling  
the duvet tighter around her body. The tears came freely  
now as she looked down at the bed. She wiped her nose  
on the back of her hand as she sniffed, brushing the  
tears off her cheeks and into her hair. She spilled her  
coffee as she shook, great wails of suffering tinged with  
pure fear racked her body. Lauren rested her hand on  
her knee. 
 
"We'll look after you. Just stay out of the way. They  
just want to screw me, then we can go." said Lauren  
quietly.  
 
"You know what, I think I've seen that Simone woman  
somewhere else." said Nikki, wiping her nose on the  
duvet. 
 
"She's the one who we did the photos with - Jim and I -  
a few weeks ago." offered Lauren. 
 
"No, somewhere else. I've seen her before!" said  
Nikki, her sniffles continuing as she frowned, thinking  
hard. 
 
"I noticed that she had a weird birthmark on her arse.  
What do they call it, blackberry or something" said  
Lauren. 
 
"Strawberry" said Rebecca. 
 
"Whatever. Oh, hold on , I know, in that film! You  
know, the one I brought round to your place." shouted  
Nikki. 
 
"Shit, I think you're right. She was Jane who couldn't  
remember anything" 
 
Nikki drew in a sharp breath as her mouth fell open. 
 
"What?" asked Lauren, anxiety written all over face. 
 
"The end of the film!" 
 
"We turned it off. It looked awful" said Lauren. 
 
"I saw it when I got home. It showed a girl getting  
stabbed by another bigger girl." 
 
"Rubbish!" shouted Rebecca. 
 
"I saw it. There's blood everywhere" 
 
"Oh fuck, no!" said Lauren. 
 
Rebecca said nothing. She simply stared in disbelief at  
the two girls. 


Chapter 49
 
Jean watched Daniele as she put the phone down. It  
was clear that the call had been bad news. They  
slumped into the chairs in the darkened lounge and  
looked at the television vacantly. 
 
"If they're not at the second place, what do we do?"  
asked Jean morbidly. 
 
Daniele jerked up, as though stung by a bee. The idea  
of total failure obviously had not crossed her mind. She  
glanced around the room as though seeking a soothing  
sight while she thought.  
 
"I don't know. They just have to be there. Perhaps  
they're back at your house already?" suggested  
Daniele. Jean made the phone call that confirmed that  
nobody was home and returned to her chair. 
 
"What did we do wrong? Those girls have everything  
they should ever need!" said Daniele. 
 
"But you must have wanted to experiment when you  
were young, surely?" 
 
"Yes, but we tried smoking, not stripping!" said  
Daniele, her face a mixture of anger and shame. "And  
with other girls!" She shook her head silently, glancing  
briefly at Jean. 
 
"Hey, I bet you checked out what the other girls were  
like at school  just like everyone else. It lasts about two  
days and then it's over." stated Jean. 
 
"Well, maybe. But it's not right. I mean, it's not right to  
have your photo taken naked, is it? You know what  
some people are like today." 
 
"Look, Daniele, I've...we've always taken a pretty  
liberal approach with Nikki, and I think that she both  
knows a great deal about the world for her age, and still  
retains a sense of fair play and morality." 
 
"Oh, so you think we're to blame for Lori's messing  
around, do you?" she snapped. 
 
"Calm down. They're very different girls. What I'm  
trying to say is that together, they should be OK." 
 
"I'm sorry. I don't know what to think." She paused to  
dry her eyes. "You know how you discuss what you  
would do if your children did so and so. Well, Maurice  
and I never even dreamed of a situation like this.  
Never!" 
 
Chapter 50
 
The girls sat on the bed, still covered in the duvets.  
They looked slightly happier than a couple of hours  
ago, although had Nikki removed her covers, the  
wounds would have looked much worse with the dull  
bruising that had now set in. 
 
At just after one fifteen, they heard the door open above  
them followed by footsteps on the stairs into the  
reception area. Simone had changed her clothes and  
now wore what looked like a black silk kimono,  
embroidered along the lapels with oriental flowers.  
 
"OK, had a rest?" she asked rhetorically as she found  
them in the bedroom. "Lauren, get some stockings from  
that wardrobe, I know there are some in there. Use the  
suspender belt and come out when you have them on.  
You two, get new gowns from the pile I left in the  
reception area. Come on, let's go!" she said, marching  
out of the room. 
 
Rebecca and Nikki dropped their duvets outside the  
bedroom and took a gown each from the sofa. They  
were white this time, similar in style except they had a  
belt to make them more shapely. The material was also  
more expensive, with a silky feel that warmed to the  
touch. Embroidered patterns on the back and sides of  
flowers and birds. Each was wrapped in soft tissue  
paper as though they were either new or had just  
returned from the dry cleaner. 
 
"Oh, Nikki, look at you, you poor thing." said Simone,  
walking behind her and looking at her back. "If Lori  
had cooperated then you'd be fine!" 
 
"I know. We've all decided to be good and do  
whatever you say from now on" said Nikki, smiling. 
 
"Why, that's great. I knew you'd see sense eventually!" 
 
"Yeah, we're sorry. Really." said Rebecca, as she tried  
to find the right way up for her gown. Simone moved  
towards her, reached out and cupped her breast,  
running her thumb over her nipple. 
 
"I'm glad. I had hoped that we'd be able to enjoy each  
other's bodies tonight." 
 
"And me! Don't forget me" grinned Nikki. 
 
"Oh yes, you're a special one as well. Perhaps we  
could all make love to Lauren during her ceremony.  
She'd enjoy that, I know." 
 
Rebecca and Nikki put their new robes on, fastening  
the belt at the waist. The cut emphasised the shape of  
the girls, especially Rebecca whose breasts struggled to  
emerge through the front of the robe. Lauren emerged  
eventually from the bedroom with her duvet wrapped  
around her in her stockinged feet. 
 
"Take off the duvet and let's have a look at you!" said  
Simone happily. 
 
Lauren dropped the duvet with a flourish and stood in  
front of them, posing seductively. She wore only the  
white stockings and lace garter belt, her hairless pubic  
mound clearly evident between her legs. 
 
"Beautiful! You look great!" said Simone, beaming.  
Her sexy appearance also buoyed the spirits of Nikki  
and Rebecca to the point where they felt capable of  
applauding her little show. "Lauren, there are some  
white shoes in the bedroom that might fit you. Try them  
on." 
 
A few minutes later they ascended the steps into the  
cool hallway of the house. As they emerged through the  
back door, Lauren drew in a deep breath, aware that  
this was their big moment. Instead of walking in a line  
towards the house, the girls gathered around Simone  
and exchanged smalltalk. Nikki was in front, walking  
backwards so she could join in the conversation. The  
happy party were in high spirits as the huge doors  
opened and they entered the barn. 
 
Lauren stood at the altar, her stockings just visible  
beneath the long silk gown that was tied at her waist.  
Either side of her stood Rebecca and Nikki, ladies in  
waiting to the bride. Her intended, the priest himself,  
towered above Lauren and stood directly in front of her.  
Simone was clearly officiating for this ceremony, as she  
held the book with the order of service and looked  
across the room as if to ask for quiet. 
 
The congregation were seated again on the benches,  
offering a reasonable view of the proceedings without  
being too close so that nobody could move. Lauren  
recognized Suzy in the front row, along with the young  
boy that was supposed to be her brother. Lauren  
couldn't see much similarity, but hardly cared. The old  
couple were at the back again, and the man who had  
come in her face seemed to be half asleep. 
 
She looked around the room and noticed the lights were  
now almost entirely red, and the music was once again  
the South American rain-forest type of pipes that she  
found quite refreshing and soothing. There seemed to  
be a few more people this time than there had been  
during the afternoon, but couldn't be sure in the dingy  
glow. As if reading her mind, Simone wandered around  
the altar, lighting the huge candles on top of the big  
brass candlesticks. They offered a pleasing light, almost  
welcoming as Simone once again took her place  
between Lauren and the priest. 
 
"Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, welcome again  
to our wedding ceremony. We are delighted to  
celebrate the joining together of Lauren and Father  
Michael as Lauren enters into the body of the church,  
freely and willingly, so that she too might continue it's  
teaching and work throughout the world. Today, we  
will, by the union of their bodies, confirm our belief that  
all things are pre-ordained and that fate is our master.  
We will also confirm our belief that we are helpless in  
the hands of fate, and therefore abdicate our concern  
and responsibility over to fate itself." 
 
Lauren's heart raced. Her palms were sweaty as she  
held her hands together in front of her. Her smile slowly  
left her lips as the now familiar words rolled out into  
the night, only time stood between her and further  
abuse by the priest. Simone handed her a card  
containing the words of the ceremony and the responses  
expected of her. 
 
"Lauren, do you freely and gladly consent to be joined  
with Father Michael in the service of marriage into the  
Residualist church?" said Simone. 
 
"I do" 
 
"And Lauren, do you vow to protect the integrity of the  
church, to defend it's name, and strive at all times to  
follow the teachings of the church?" 
 
"I do" 
 
"Lauren, please kneel" 
 
She turned to kneel in front of Simone. 
 
"Lauren, do you swear to promote the mission of the  
church, while protecting it's institutions, wherever you  
may be, and to follow unswervingly in your search for  
inner peace?" 
 
"I swear before the assembled" replied Lauren. 
 
"You may rise. Now, Father Michael, do you take this  
girl, Lauren, as a bride of the church?" 
 
"I do" 
 
"And do you swear to promote the mission of the  
church, while protecting it's institutions, wherever you  
may be, and to follow unswervingly in your search for  
inner peace?" 
 
"I do" 
 
"Lauren, lie back and prepare to enter the church" said  
Simone, holding her hand as she had done for Rebecca  
earlier. Lauren laid down on the top bale of straw that  
formed the altar and crossed her hands over her chest.  
Rebecca and Nikki knelt beside her and began to pull  
apart the two sides of her silky gown. Her white  
stockings were plainly visible, shining in the pale  
candlelight. The girls undid the belt slightly revealing  
her hairless mound. Finally, Nikki tugged at the belt,  
letting it fall away as the two halves of her robe  
separated, showing her hips, the clean outline of her  
vagina and her smooth stomach. She parted her legs  
voluntarily. Rebecca and Nikki gently held her thighs  
before turning towards the priest. All three girls noticed  
the bulge that had sprung up inside his robe, and waited  
as Simone herself undid his clothing.  
 
They were unprepared for the size of his cock, and  
from the sound of the gasps around the room, so were  
most of the congregation. His tool must have been at  
least ten inches in length, and there was little hope that  
Lauren would be able to accept all of it without it  
tearing her apart. Simone smiled as she pulled away his  
belt, taking his cock in her hand and licking its length  
expertly. She glanced at Lauren's vagina and then at  
Rebecca and Nikki. 
 
"Lick her so that she's wet" she commanded, pausing  
briefly to watch before turning to take the priest's  
massive tool in her mouth. The girls twisted round and  
dribbled saliva over the little girls pussy, rubbing gently  
along its length, coaxing the clitoris to come out and  
play. Simone stopped them after a couple of minutes.  
"OK, that'll do." 
 
The priest moved closer to Lauren. Even though he was  
still three feet from Lauren, his rampant cock looked  
almost unnatural. He reached out to take hold of  
Lauren's knees. All hell broke loose as Lauren kicked  
between his legs with all her might. The priest yelped in  
agony and doubled up, slowly sinking to his knees as he  
grabbed his balls, his eyes bulging with a look of pain  
and utter surprise on his face. With a clenched fist,  
Rebecca swung at Simone, catching her reasonably  
well in the face. Lauren sat up and scratched at the  
priest's face, causing him to loose balance and fall to  
the floor. Nikki joined in by kicking once again into his  
groin before all three girls ran for the door, and their  
lives. 
 
Mercifully, the big door slid open and they fled into the  
cold starry night, skirting the big house and making for  
the long lane towards the lights on the main road. The  
gravel of the lane made running painful, and all three  
girls sought out the grass verge on the side. 
 
"Two hundred meters. Come on , we can do it!"  
shouted Rebecca, looking up occasionally at the street  
lights of the nearby village. Their robes fluttered behind  
them in the darkness like the wings of angels as they  
put on more and more distance between them and their  
captors. Lauren looked behind and saw that nobody  
was following them. 
 
"Hey, I think we made it!" she said between gasps of  
breath, her stockings torn and dirty from the gravel. 
 
"Keep going, until we find a house or phone!" shouted  
Rebecca. They continued for another fifty meters until  
Rebecca stopped suddenly. "Oh Fuck! Dogs!" The  
silhouettes of two, maybe three large dogs could be  
seen in the lights from the road. They began barking  
almost immediately. 
 
"Over the fence?" asked Nikki. 
 
"Oh shit, no!" cried Lauren in desperation as their plan  
fell to pieces. The dogs slowly advanced as though  
under orders as the girls froze. Lauren looked at the  
fence and saw to her dismay the barbed wire along the  
top and the ditch between her and the fence. She  
swiveled round to see figures approaching from the  
house. She looked back at the snarling dogs as they  
jerked at their chains, pulling their handlers with them.  
She heard the crackle of a radio. 
 
"Got them?" The priest's voice made her flesh crawl. 
 
"Affirmative. We've got them" one of the handlers  
responded. "Move back to the house or we'll let the  
dogs loose!" he shouted. 
 
"Oh my god, this can't be happening! I can't go through  
all this again. I just can't!" sobbed Nikki, falling to the  
ground. Rebecca and Lauren tried to pick her up, and  
had raised her to her knees when three men grabbed  
them and carried them back to the barn. Lauren saw  
Simone, her eyes flaming with rage. 
 
"You little shits! That was very stupid! You could've  
been out of here and on the way home by now!" Lauren  
was dumped at the base of the altar unceremoniously.  
Simone grabbed her hair, pulling her up to her feet, and  
then slapped her in the face with all her strength. She  
spun round and hit her head hard on the stone floor.  
Rebecca and Nikki were held by their captors while  
their hands were bound, then a larger rope was passed  
through the loops as they were pulled up towards the  
ceiling until their hands were about level with their  
heads. 
 
As she cowered on the ground, she saw the fear in  
Nikki's eyes, and realised that even the slightest pain  
on her back or thighs was going to be agonising. She  
could see her legs shaking uncontrollably, trying  
valiantly to support her weight. All three girls were  
crying, including Rebecca who now seemed to  
understand the depth of their problems. The priest  
emerged from the backroom and stood beside Lauren. 
 
"Now, my little escapee, where were we? Oh yes, you  
had opened your legs and were about to get the surprise  
of your life!" 
 
Out of the darkness, hands gripped her arms as she was  
tied down. Her feet were next, returning once again to  
the upright position that had tired her earlier that day.  
The same hands pulled her towards the priest so that  
her bottom was over the edge of the straw altar,  
exposing her vagina to his limp cock. 
 
"Oil!" he demanded, holding out his hand. The old  
woman placed a plastic bottle of oil in his hand. He  
squeezed, applying the lotion in the general direction of  
Lauren's vagina. Simone took the bottle and  
administered some to his cock which was steadily  
regaining its potency. 
 
"No, please don't!" mumbled Lauren, a final plea that  
she knew nobody in the room would heed. 
 
Simone dropped the bottle and pulled the priest towards  
Lauren, guiding his shaft to the tight entrance of her  
young pussy. Lauren felt the big dome of his cock at  
her entrance, and thought that maybe it wasn't going to  
be quite as painful as she had imagined. Then he thrust  
into her, halfway. Lauren simply opened her mouth and  
tried to scream. The searing pain, the width of his cock  
against her tight pussy walls, the shock. Blackness but  
with stars. She gurgled stupidly as he withdrew and  
then plunged even deeper. She shook her head but still  
no sound would come. Finally, guttural sounds  
emanated from inside her that told the story.  
 
"No! she screamed, the syllable carrying around the  
room for what seemed like an age. She strained at the  
ropes, struggling to free herself from the massive  
intrusion. She pulled at the knots around her wrists as  
the ropes cut wickedly into her soft flesh. The harder  
she struggled, the more the priest seemed to enjoy  
himself, reveling in her pain and discomfort as he  
pushed into her slowly, ensuring she received every  
inch each time. He continued for several minutes, each  
stroke beginning with his huge dome just inside her  
vagina, then the full length of his shaft rammed into her  
such that he slapped against her buttocks, then the  
slower withdrawal. The look on Lauren's face however,  
did not change from one of terror and pain that  
promised to cause her to slip into unconsciousness. A  
trickle of blood flowed from her right wrist as the ropes  
dug deeper into her, the pain irrelevant compared to  
that being inflicted by the priest. 
 
Increasing his speed, he grabbed her stockinged thighs  
and ordered the ropes be pulled tighter so that her  
bottom was suspended high off the altar. Both Nikki  
and Rebecca screamed from behind their friend,  
impotent with their own bonds, but sharing in the  
terrible pain that was being inflicted on their young  
friend. Harder he lunged into her, spurred on by the  
screams and cries of his bride. He smacked her thighs  
hard with the palm of his hand, rhythmically with his  
stroking as he approached orgasm. With a final shove,  
he pushed with all his might as he could as he came,  
white cum spurting out over her inner thighs as he  
pumped away. He withdrew quickly as Lauren gasped  
for breath. Cum was spread all over her red raw pubic  
mound as she tried in vain to close her legs. She sobbed  
uncontrollably, the pain between her legs excruciating.  
The fire wouldn't go out, and the muscles in her legs  
and stomach felt as though she had run fifty miles. Two  
the women from the congregation came up to her to  
inspect the damage. 
 
"Silly girl. You shouldn't have run like that. Now you'll  
be in trouble. Eh?" said one of them, scowling at her.  
Lauren coughed and cried even more, her world fast  
crashing down around her as she realised that this was  
probably just the beginning. Two men went past her  
and stood in front of Rebecca and Nikki. 
 
"No, please don't!" shouted Nikki, twisting and turning  
as if practicing ways of avoiding the blows that were  
sure to come. Desperation filled her eyes as one of the  
men grabbed her robe and ripped it off her body. He  
grabbed her between the legs and squeezed hard until  
she cried out in pain.  
 
"Give me a hand with this one, she's pretty lively! he  
shouted. Two others joined him, each one pulling a leg  
up into the air so that she swung from her bonds as he  
opened his robe. They maneuvered her so that he could  
enter her, splitting her legs wide apart. Without any  
preparation, he pushed himself into her as she writhed  
on his cock, the pain from her vagina almost equal to  
that in her limbs as she struggled, suspended from the  
floor. 
 
As the two men abused Nikki, the priest stood behind  
Rebecca, nodding at the two women who had talked to  
Lauren. They knelt and grabbed Rebecca's ankles  
while the priest oiled her buttocks, paying special  
attention to her anus and vagina. Rebecca turned as far  
as she could to see what was happening, only to have  
her worst nightmares confirmed as the priest  
approached her shining buttocks with a whip. 
 
"Now, my little convert, time to pay up for your  
disobedience!" he snarled, raising the whip. 
 
"Fuck you!" she shouted as the whip swished through  
the air onto her buttocks. She jumped so high that the  
women lost control of her. She continued to writhe for  
almost a minute within the confines of her bonds as the  
pain seared through her. 
 
"Hold her still!" he shouted. 
 
Another swish and the whip landed in almost the same  
place as Rebecca cried out in anguish. And then the  
blows rained freely, on her back, up between her legs,  
over her shoulders as her struggling becoming less and  
less animated.  She cried bitterly, loudly, attracting  
Nikki's attention who glanced across at her, a look of  
pain and sympathy on her face as each blow struck  
home. Several minutes later, he stopped, exhausted,  his  
thick cock still poking out from inside his robe. The  
crowd had left their seats and were watching the  
individual punishments. Some were touching the girls,  
probing and teasing, making their lives as miserable as  
possible. Suzy was tasting the cum that dribbled from  
Lauren's swollen vagina.  
 
"OK, do what you want with them!" shouted the priest  
angrily. "Absolutely anything!" He strode towards the  
rear door, disappearing out of sight. Three men,  
including Karl, lowered the ropes that held Nikki's  
arms until she could relax without running away again.  
Karl grabbed Suzy by the hand and pulled her towards  
him, occasionally glancing at the rear door as he hurried  
her round behind Nikki. He picked the whip up from  
the floor and handed it to her. 
 
"Let her have it if she moves, OK?" 
 
"OK, hurry because I want to do a few things!"  
responded Suzy, feeling Nikki's buttocks with her free  
hand. Nikki grimaced as she saw the whip and felt the  
young girl sizing her up. She glanced over to Rebecca  
who hung limply from the ropes, her head resting  
motionless on her shoulder. Almost all her weight  
seemed to be supported through her arms as she swung  
slightly in the darkened gloom. Lauren though had  
stopped crying and received little attention except for  
the best man who didn't really seem to know what to  
do next with her, so contented himself by rubbing his  
half-erect cock over her little breasts. 
 
Karl spread oil over Nikki's buttocks and between her  
legs, roughly introducing his oily fingers into her  
vagina. He tried hard to introduce the bottle of oil  
straight into her anus but gave up when he lost patience  
with his efforts, deciding to grease up his fingers  
instead and ram them into her. Nikki lurched forward  
against the ropes, trying in vain to escape the intrusion.  
The older men rubbed the oil around her vagina, teasing  
her pussy lips and clitoris with their old knarled fingers. 
 
"Lower her this way!" commanded Karl from behind  
the little girl. Nikki turned to see what was happening,  
her hands shaking as her legs appeared to give way.  
She saw Suzy opening Karl's gown, pulling out his  
rigid cock as he sat down on the floor. She pulled down  
on his foreskin, exposing his purple knob, and tipped a  
little oil over it, rubbing it gently. The two men guided  
Nikki down, spreading her legs wide open. Suddenly,  
Nikki realised what was about to happen as Karl leant  
back on his arms and took hold of his cock, trying to  
judge where he should sit for entry. 
 
"No! Oh, please, no!" she shouted, writhing on the  
ropes as she sunk lower and lower towards his stiff  
pole. 
 
"Shut up, little slut" said one of the men. 
 
"Shall I teach her another lesson?" asked Suzy. 
 
"Do you need more punishment?" asked Karl, pulling  
back on Nikki's hair so that she looked round at him. 
 
"No, please, no more" she cried, tears once again  
running down her cheeks. Karl's cock spread her  
cheeks apart as her head shot backwards. She screamed  
as he guided his shaft into her anus and then nodded at  
Suzy. She dropped the whip and straddled Nikki, facing  
her, slowly lowering herself onto Nikki's lap. 
 
A piercing scream filled the air. The best man looked  
up from his mundane ministrations as Lauren turned to  
see what had happened. To her horror, she saw Suzy  
caressing Nikki's breasts as she sat on her lap. Initially,  
she was unaware of Karl underneath, but as he started  
to pump, and Nikki rose to lessen the effect of his  
thrusting, Lauren saw the glint of his cock. After  
several minutes, Karl pulled her hair back once again so  
that she lay flat on top of his stomach. Suzy jumped off  
Nikki as one of the older men took his position in front  
of her, guiding his cock into her greased pussy.  
 
The sound from Nikki hardly changed as he started to  
pump away, his flesh wobbling as the muscles in his  
body received some unexpected exercise. Lauren's  
feelings turned from revulsion to panic as she realised  
that there were no rules anymore. Simone seemed to  
have disappeared along with the priest, and Suzy could  
no longer be counted on to assist them. With all three of  
them tied up, hungry, frightened beyond belief and in  
pain, she realised that she was unlikely to see her  
parents again. She closed her eyes and sobbed quietly.  
 
Suzy straddled Nikki's face so that she could see the  
old man pumping into Nikki's vagina, each stroke  
parting her black pubic hair and banging into her red  
raw buttocks. She tired of the view quickly, flipping  
round to watch the look on Nikki and Karl's faces  
while she played with Nikki's rounded breasts. 
 
"I've got a present for you, little one" she said in a  
teasing tone. 
 
Nikki opened her eyes and looked to her left then right,  
trying to see what punishment was about to be  
administered to her. But it came from above, a hot jet of  
urine from Suzy's little pussy lips that hit her face,  
causing a searing pain as it splashed onto her injuries.  
Both girls screamed, Nikki in excruciating pain while  
Suzy almost danced with glee, directing the hot jet with  
her fingers, seeking out Nikki's mouth. The old man  
came forcefully inside her, his rhythm interrupted as he  
slammed into her,  
 
Nikki spluttered against the stream of piss, her eyes  
tightly closed again as she struggled to find a way of  
keeping it from her mouth and nose. 
 
"Hey, try it out!" laughed Karl as he pinched Nikki's  
nostrils together. Nikki shook her head hard, trying to  
shake him off, but he held her tightly and she was  
forced to breath through her mouth, swallowing  
mouthfuls of Suzy's steaming urine. She coughed  
loudly, choking as she tried to breath and swallow as  
the drenching continued. 
 
"Up!" commanded Karl as the old man noisily  
withdrew his cock from her swollen vagina. Suzy  
jumped off Nikki and helped to pull down on the ropes.  
They hoisted Nikki off Karl's cock, her face screwed  
up tight in pain as she got to her feet and her arms were  
raised higher and higher once again. 
 
"I didn't come. I need to!" shouted Karl at the  
congregation. Some of them smiled at his dilemma,  
though most of the continued to taunt the girls. Rebecca  
appeared to be completely silent, swaying on the ropes,  
her legs almost together and her full breasts steady  
against her chest. A trace of blood trickled over her left  
buttock from a red raw mark across her lower back.  
 
"Why not wait `til Lauren's ceremony. You could have  
her after Father Michael!" suggested Suzy, wiping  
herself on one of the robes on the floor. "I wonder  
where he's gone?" 
 
"Probably screwing Sister Winifred. She's so  
gorgeous!" said Karl. 
 
"What, nicer than me?" asked Suzy, pouting. 
 
"No, maybe not!" he said, tweaking her nipples. They  
walked over to the food tables and ferreted around,  
loading their plates with meat and salad. With their  
food in one hand and a glass of wine in the other, they  
made their way back to the bench seats and sat down to  
eat and watch. An older woman wandered across to the  
TV monitor and fiddled with the video player. The  
screen showed snow once again, and then the interior of  
a bathroom.  
 
Lauren lay on the altar, shaking from the fear of her  
unknown fate and the falling temperature in the barn.  
She could see her breath now in the bright candle light,  
and as she turned to look at the screen, she realised that  
once again her trust had been betrayed. She hardly  
registered any shock this time, more a quiet resignation  
that there was probably more film of her engaged in  
sexual activities yet to come, more evidence that those  
she had trusted - and loved - had only done so for their  
own amusement. 
 
She saw Kristal enter the bathroom, and from the  
camera position up in the ceiling could just see her  
turning on the taps and checking the temperature of the  
water. The film cut to a shot of Kristal leading her into  
the bathroom, and then showed her sitting down in the  
water between her legs. Within minutes it seemed that  
she was between Kristal's legs, leaning back on her  
lovely breasts, kissing passionately as the warm water  
swirled around them. 


Chapter 51
 
It was almost half past one when the cars rounded the  
final bend and drove slowly past the train station. The  
majority of houses were darkened and Maurice slowed  
down to almost a crawl to ensure they didn't miss the  
turning. 
 
"Here! Here!" whispered Mike, pointing to his right.  
Maurice drove past, looking for any signs of life, almost  
hitting the steep bank that formed the edge of the field. 
 
"It looks more like a farm than a house, not really what  
I had imagined." said Maurice, searching for  
somewhere to turn the car. 
 
"I'll jump out and get Jim. We can do the same again."  
said Mike, opening the door. 
 
"OK. Be careful" 
 
The two boys crouched down by the bank on the side  
of the road, letting their eyes adjust to the darkness. 
 
"Looks like there's a long track up the house"  
whispered Jim. "We could go up there, or go over the  
fields over there to the left" 
 
"Let's go over the fields, just in case a car comes.  
There's no way off the road because of the fencing" 
 
"Fine, come on!" said Jim, hunched low as he swung  
athletically over the barbed wire. He landed in long  
grass and patchy snow. A dog barked in the distance as  
Mike joined him, the boys making their way quickly in  
a slight circle towards the house. They looked back and  
could not longer see the cars. To their right was an  
large chalet with a central front door. Mike felt Jim  
grab his arm, and they stopped, lying low in the grass. 
 
"I don't see any lights, except for that one right up  
there" said Jim, pointing to the third floor of the house. 
 
"Yeah, but we need to keep going. I get the feeling that  
this is the place" 
 
They continued on the course staying in the shadows,  
until they were level with the house and about fifty  
meters from it.  
 
"Hey, there's a barn" said Mike. 
 
"Yeah, you're right, and I see lights" 
 
"I can hear music" 
 
"Shit, this must be it. We need to get closer!" 
 
They crept slowly towards the side of the barn,  
grimacing as they crunched over the gravel driveway.  
Four or five cars were parked neatly beside the barn  
and they offered some cover as the boys approached  
the windows. 
 
"Oh fuck! Look. There's Nikki. Shit, she's tied up!"  
said Mike. 
 
 "We can't get them out on our own. Let's get back,  
quickly." said Jim, pulling at his sleeve. They took in as  
many of the details as possible and crawled back into  
the shadows. They backtracked towards the road, and  
were back in Andre's car within five minutes. 
 
"OK, I saw Nikki. She's tied up, and doesn't have any  
clothes on" 
 
"I saw another older girl with ginger hair, also tied up.  
She wasn't moving, though" added Jim. 
 
"Rebecca! What about Lauren?"  asked Maurice. 
 
"I couldn't see her" replied Mike, shaking his head. 
 
"How many people were in there?" asked Maurice, his  
face visibly pale in the light from the car's instruments.  
He glanced at Andre. 
 
"Not sure, but not many, maybe ten, twelve." replied  
Jim. 
 
"What was happening?" asked Andre. 
 
"She was crying, I think she was sitting on a man and I  
saw another girl close by." said Jim. 
 
"Mr Gisal?" 
 
"Yes, Jim" 
 
"I don't think we have much time" 
 
Maurice looked at him for the first time that evening.  
"OK, here's what we do" he said. He looked towards  
the house as he laid out his plan of attack. 
 
Chapter 38 
 
Lauren was brought back to the horror of the real world  
as the door creaked behind her at the far end of the  
barn. She turned her head painfully to see Simone  
appear in the gloom and head towards the altar. 
 
"Ah, yes, the lovely Kristal." said Simone, watching the  
video. "She must have seduced more girls than anyone  
I've ever known - including me!" she smiled, trailing  
her fingers lightly from Lauren's head, over her breasts  
and down between her legs. She pushed her middle  
finger into Lauren's pussy, withdrew and brought it up  
to her mouth, tasting it with the tip of her tongue.  
"Beautiful, I'll never forget the taste!" 
 
"Simone, please let us go now. Please. We won't tell, I  
promise!" cried Lauren, shaking once again, feeling the  
pain in her legs now her toes were numb from lack of  
blood and the general cold of the night. 
 
"I'm afraid, my little one, that you are right." said  
Simone, watching the screen as Kristal washed her.  
Simone copied Kristal by pushing her finger into  
Lauren's anus. "You're right. You won't tell anyone!"  
Lauren hardly moved, her mind busily analysing  
Simone's words. The door creaked again. 
 
"No!" said Nikki with what little energy she had left.  
Her eyes were fixed on the priest and the small cushion  
that he carried in his right hand. The knife once again  
glistened even in the dim red lights. He held the whip in  
his other hand, upright and ready for action. The  
congregation fell silent, their activities curtailed as he  
silently encouraged them back to their seats. Rebecca  
hardly moved, registering very little of the new threat to  
her as she dangled painfully from the ropes, her feet  
trailing behind her. Her skin was pale, cold no doubt,  
but a sickly colour that indicated more than a drop in  
external temperature. The shape of her young breasts  
was marred by her ruined hair that hung lifelessly from  
her head, obscuring the nipples. Lauren twisted round  
to see the priest and noticed, as he rattled the whip  
between Rebecca's legs, that she too had defecated. 
 
"Dirty Bitch. You'll clean that all up later!" he snarled,  
heading straight for Lauren. "Ladies and Gentlemen!"  
said the priest, smiling at the congregation. "Lauren  
stated this evening that she wishes to join our church.  
That she shall do, forever. She will join us for all  
eternity by allowing her soul to join all those others  
who cannot be with us today!" he said in a sing-song  
voice, skipping over the syllables as he played with the  
words. Lauren needed to hear no more to comprehend  
her situation. 
 
"Oh, please! Oh, Jesus, please no!" she shouted,  
twisting and turning, trying to find sympathy in the  
crowd of on-lookers. She jerked against the ropes that  
held her feet up in the air, hoping to shake them loose  
somehow. She strained at the bonds that held her arms  
outstretched until the ropes again cut into her wrists.  
She could feel them stinging as they bit into her raw  
flesh, her eyes now fixed on the knife that was balanced  
carefully on the cushion as the Priest stood to her left. 
 
"Enough preparation!" said the Priest above Lauren's  
screams. "Just look at you in this film, you look like  
you really enjoyed Kristal" he said, watching as she  
turned Lauren round and pushed a soapy finger into her  
anus. 
 
"Please, let us go. Please sir!" pleaded Lauren, her face  
contorted with fear as she desperately struggled to free  
herself. 
 
"Sister Winifred, friends, let's all take out positions" he  
said. The crowd gathered round the altar, obscuring  
Lauren's view of Nikki and Rebecca. The two old  
women began to remove the priests robe, again  
unbuttoning it from the bottom upwards. They took  
their time, making sure he enjoyed it as they ran their  
hands over his legs. They were clearly delighted,  
giggling like schoolgirls, as his cock began to poke out  
from beneath the material, the heavy round head  
bobbing up and down is it gained in girth.  
 
Simone was being similarly prepared by the older men,  
who pulled at the belt around her silky kimono, letting  
the two sides fall apart to reveal her silken thighs and  
neatly trimmed black pubic hair. They rose to their feet  
slowly, taking the kimono over her shoulders, leaving  
her naked at Lauren's head. Karl and Suzy took their  
places either side of her, disrobing as well so that all  
three of their firm, aroused young bodies were at  
Lauren's head. She looked around wildly, pleading for  
her life, desperate to find a friend amongst the  
congregation. She now realised that Nikki had been  
correct in identifying Simone as the girl Jane in the film  
she had found in the hotel, correct in her prediction  
about the ending, and tragically correct about the  
danger that this girl posed to them all. 
 
Karl's cock pointed directly at her left cheek, while she  
could see Suzy's little pussy at about eye level to her  
right, the shape of the lips of her pussy quite clear,  
covered only by the lightest of downy hair around the  
upper part of her lips and above her clitoris.  
 
"Yes, Lauren, you could have had more of me, if you  
had been a better girl!" she said, clearly aware that  
Lauren was looking between her legs. 
 
"Your soul for the church!" said Simone. "Your soul  
for the church" she repeated, looking up at the  
congregation. They joined the chant, their enthusiasm  
increasing as more and more people took up the  
rhythm. 
 
Simone climbed onto the lower bale of straw, her  
magnificent body, her firm breasts, her moist pussy all  
within view as the two older women took hold of the  
priests stiff cock and guided it once more towards  
Lauren's vagina. 
 
Lauren saw a gold bucket, it's handles twinkling in the  
light, being passed around the crowd, to be finally  
placed by the side of the altar. She looked down to see  
a dark liquid in the bottom, swirling around in the  
bottom like runny treacle. Karl poured a little into a  
golden chalice and stood up, offering the bowl to  
Simone. 
 
The party continued with their chant, "Your soul for the  
church!" The priest started to move backwards and  
forwards in time with their words, his cock edging  
along Lauren's inner thighs as he neared his target.  
Simone took the chalice in two hands and offered it  
upwards. As she lowered it, she poured the red liquid  
over Lauren, starting at her cheeks, and moving  
downwards over her breasts, stomach and finally over  
her thighs. If Lauren had had the power of rational  
thought, she would have found it strange that the blood  
was still warm. All she could manage was to recognise  
the liquid because of its smell, and feel her stomach  
turn somersaults in disgust as she involuntarily tried to  
vomit.  
 
"Your soul for the church, Your soul for the church!" 
 
The tip of the priest's cock touched her bloody inner  
lips as someone tipped a generous amount of Baby Oil  
over his shaft and along Lauren's reddened pussy. Her  
shrieks were clearly beginning to irritate the priest and  
could be heard easily above the rhythmic chanting of  
the others. He withdrew and ran his finger over her  
pubic mound to pick up some of the excess oil. He  
forcefully pushed two fingers into her anus, withdrew  
and pushed again, delighting at the gasp and the end of  
her defiance. Lauren felt dizzy as her mind tried  
desperately to work out some kind of escape route  
while blotting out the assault on her body and her final  
moments in the world. The priest nodded at Simone.  
The crowd were silent. 
 
"Brethren, tonight we have another young girl who  
wishes to immortalise our movement." said Simone as  
the best man offered her the knife resting on the  
cushion. She clutched the jeweled handle, turning it in  
her hand with admiration. "Let us wish her well, and  
confirm our belief that we will see her again on the  
other side." Simone raised the knife in both hands as  
Lauren screamed, her voice giving way to a loud croak.  
Simone took a deep breath. 
 
"No, take me instead!" shouted another voice from  
inside the barn. Simone stopped, looked over the heads  
of the congregation in the direction of the other two  
girls. 
 
"Who was that?" she demanded. 
 
"Me, do it to me!" cried Nikki, straining at the ropes. "I  
want you all to fuck me, now, tonight, then do it to me!  
Please, just let her go!" she shouted defiantly. 
 
Simone turned back to the congregation, looked at the  
priest and then back at the others around her. Suzy  
smiled, looking at Karl. 
 
"What about both?" asked Simone. 
 
"Are you crazy?" asked one of the older men. "One is  
difficult enough!" 
 
"Yeah, why any at all?" said the Priest, slowly pushing  
deeper into Lauren. "Why do we have to do this again.  
We could just use them and then dump them drugged  
up?" 
 
"Look, we've been through this before!" said Simone  
irritably, stroking Lauren's cheeks with the knife. 
 
"How about we finish using them all, then dispose of  
this one, and then go home?" asked one of the women. 
 
"Hey, let's get this straight. This is the ultimate  
ceremony. It's the will of the church, and the order of  
service is pre-defined!" she said tersely. "Now, two of  
them can be dumped later. Which one do we use now?" 
 
Conversations developed between members of the  
congregation, much to the bewilderment and pain of  
Lauren. She cried, sobbing and sniffing as they casually  
debated her future. Periodically, one or two of them  
would turn round and examine Nikki, sometimes  
Rebecca, balancing their relative merits as they tried to  
arrive at a decision. 
 
"OK, I've heard enough. We'll proceed on the path that  
fate has already defined for us." She returned to her  
position behind and above Lauren, giving her a perfect  
view of her vagina, now opened to reveal her glinting  
clitoris and the wonderful folds of her inner pussy.  
"Your soul for the church! Your soul for the church!"  
she shouted enthusiastically, waving her arms in  
encouragement. They picked up the chant once again,  
the volume rising along with the pitch as the service  
drew towards its climax. 
 
The priest pushed hard into her, splitting her once more  
as his cock invaded, pushing the sides of her vagina  
further than ever before. Lauren arched her back, the  
blood running in different directions as she raised her  
chest towards Simone, closer to the brightly jeweled  
dagger that pointed menacingly down at her young  
body. Cramp had set in to her splayed legs, making her  
squirm in agony as she tried to relax her muscles. She  
focused on the bright knife, marveling at how clean and  
shiny it was as she suddenly became aware of the runny  
filth that was oozing out of her anus, unstoppable as it  
took its warm course between the cheeks of her bottom  
and over her white stockings and the sheet below. 
 
Lauren dearly hoped she would faint, hoped that maybe  
the ceiling would fall on top of her, anything to blank  
out the unimaginable pain she was about to experience  
as Simone steadied herself for the fatal plunge. She  
almost laughed as she realised that far from seeing her  
life fly past as she might have imagined, she was  
admiring the bobbing movement of Simone's breasts  
against the red and white lights that shone down from  
above. The beginning of the end came swiftly, as the  
sound of the crowd grew, their shouts, chants and cat- 
calls became louder. She suspected that some of them  
had jumped up onto the benches to get a better look as  
one or two of them seemed to fall off, knocking the  
priest and causing him to plunge all the way inside her.  
The ropes around her ankles dug into her skin,  
restricting her movement as the full weight of the man  
pushed against her. She screamed at the pain, the total  
pain, that blotted out every other sense that might have  
been working at the time. 
 
But something had disturbed the congregation and they  
seemed to be dispersing, but not in an orderly fashion.  
She felt the priest pull out quickly. She could hear  
shouting, raised, angry voices that drowned out the  
remainder of the chanting. She heard footsteps, people  
running. She saw the knife fall to the floor just as the  
television went crashing over. She felt alone,  
abandoned as people ran around her, then she heard her  
name, shouted by a familiar voice. 
 
"Lori? Lori, where are you?" 
 
"Here! I'm here! Help, oh for fuck's sake help!" she  
cried. 
 
Lauren recognised the shape of his curly hair against  
the lights in the barn. She cried with joy, flinching when  
she remembered how she looked, the smell, the ropes  
and her injuries. 
 
"Lori, is this you?" asked Jim, incredulously. 
 
"Please, just take me out of here, hurry for fuck's  
sake!" she pleaded, her head darting from side to side  
as she searched for any evidence of the priest or  
Simone. 
 
Jim pulled at the knots, undoing her ankles carefully.  
She heard her father somewhere in the distance,  
shouting loudly, swearing she thought at someone in the  
back of the barn. The voice of her brother was also  
somewhere, shouting obscenities at the church-goers.  
The music played on, masking some of the shouts and  
crashes as fighting broke out around the girls. 
 
"Oh, Jim, please hurry! Don't let them kill us!" She  
turned to see Nikki's father cutting her down from the  
ceiling and covering her in his raincoat. She looked  
around wildly, trying to prepare for any attempt to stop  
their escape. Jim bent down to undo the ropes around  
Lauren's wrists, her legs now flat on the altar.  
 
"Lori, look out!" shouted Nikki. Lauren turned at the  
same time as Jim and saw the flash of the knife. Naked,  
Simone ran towards her, the knife held above her head,  
the red lights gleaming in her face. The blade  
descended as if in slow motion, towards her chest. Jim  
sprung up, raising his hand to intercept the knife,  
pushing her off balance so that it missed Lauren but  
skewered his hand to the straw bale. In anger, he  
kicked Simone full in the groin, sending her tumbling  
backwards, knocking into the candle holders. One fell  
with a ringing noise, knocking into another. She  
crawled into the gloom and through the back stairs,  
screaming in pain as she clutched herself between her  
legs. 
 
"Pull the goddamn knife out, quickly!" he shouted at  
Lauren, his eyes rolling in his head as the pain set in.  
She leant down and took hold of the handle, pulling it  
quickly upwards. He leaned back against the altar, his  
face a ghostly white as he wrapped a handkerchief  
around his wound. Unsteadily, he made his way round  
to the other side to undo the final knot. Looking around  
all the time for further attackers, he ripped a cloth off  
the food table and draped it around Lauren, pulling her  
up so that she was supported by his right arm. 
 
Nikki was already out through the door in her father's  
arms as Lauren and Jim picked their way through the  
splintered wood. Lauren's legs refused to work  
properly and she stumbled regularly. Smoke was now  
billowing up from the straw bales where the candles  
had set them alight. Lauren could just see the shattered  
door, crumpled under the force of the car they had used  
as a battering ram. The radiator hissed loudly as she  
threaded her way along the side of the wreckage, Jim's  
arm holding her tight. 
 
"Rebecca, don't forget her" she sobbed, retching  
violently as the cold night air took her breath away. Her  
father was right behind her, looking around the smoke- 
filled barn. 
 
"Lori, are you OK?"  he said, adjusting the cloth to  
cover her breasts.  
 
"I'm OK, Rebecca's over there. They want to kill  
everyone!" 
 
"God, you look terrible. Can you walk OK? The car's  
nearby!" he said, the anger and concern scarcely  
concealed by the billowing smoke. Jim cursed as the  
fire spread rapidly and flames lapped around the door. 
 
"For God's sake, I'm OK! Rebecca. Make sure she's  
OK too!" she croaked as the world spun round. She  
saw the ground coming towards her rapidly as blood  
rushed to her head, and felt strong arms around her as  
her world blacked out. 
 
Back in the barn, the crackle of the fire competed with  
the music. Mike managed to cut down Rebecca. She lay  
where she had fallen with the ropes over her battered  
body. He tried in vain to pick her up, but resorted to  
pulling her by her arms to the shattered doors, ignoring  
her cries as splinters of wood dug into her body. With  
less than two metres to go, the best man appeared with  
a broken wine bottle, threatening him menacingly as he  
crouched in front of him, half-naked except for his open  
robe. 
 
He was young but had slow reactions and no idea about  
using a bottle as a weapon. Mike side-stepped an  
attempt to slash his face and kicked at his hand, causing  
the bottle to fly into the air. He parried a punch to his  
face and grabbed hold of the little boy's hair, pulling  
him to the ground before letting go and kicking him  
hard in the jaw. Mike gathered up Rebecca and pulled  
her again, struggling to get her through the gap in the  
blazing doors. He pulled harder, the unconscious girl  
scraping against the jagged wood as  
he tried to maneuver her weight. He coughed harshly as  
the smoke that had filled the ceiling slowly descended,  
blocking out the light. Mike realised that their attempts  
were futile, and that he neither the time nor the strength  
to get the girl through the opening in the huge black  
doors. 
 
He turned round, leaving Rebecca on the floor, and  
raced towards the other end of the barn. The rear door  
opened easily to reveal a blackened passageway. The  
air smelled sweeter that in the barn and a slight fraught  
registered on his face. His concern about finding people  
lurking in the darkness was overshadowed by his need  
to get Rebecca and himself out of the blazing barn and  
to safety. He ran back to Rebecca and picked her up  
with new-found strength. 
 
Picking his way cautiously between the burning bales of  
hay and the smoldering furniture, he carried the naked  
girl into the passageway and shut the door, gasping for  
breath in the blackness of his surroundings. Creaking  
from the joists added to his fear and expectation that he  
would be attacked at any minute, assaulted by an  
invisible assailant, unable to defend himself. 
With his left hand, he inched his way along the passage,  
feeling the featureless wooden walls. The cobbled floor  
gave way after a few meters to concrete, and he  
continued slowly, buoyed by the success of his escape  
from the blaze. 
 
Suddenly, he encountered a step in the floor and  
plunged headfirst onto the floor. He failed to protect  
Rebecca from the fall and she banged her head loudly  
on the ground as she fell from his arms. He held his  
knee as the pain seared through his body as he cursed  
his stupidity for failing to think about steps. Squeaking  
mice scurried over his feet, panicked by the smoke and  
flames. making his skin crawl as he thought what else  
might be lurking down there. Leaving Rebecca on the  
ground, he followed the passageway again, finding two  
more steps and then a doorway. He ran his hands over  
the wood, finding at last the catch. He pushed hard and  
was rewarded by the smell of fresh air and the sight of  
the stars above. He returned to the darkness, scooped  
the naked girl back up and left the barn, making his way  
back round to the front, still watchful in case of further  
attacks. 
 
As he rounded the back of the barn, he laid Rebecca on  
the ground away from the blazing barn and looked  
towards the house. He could see his sister and the  
others on the driveway, heading for the car. He picked  
her up carefully and made his way towards them. 


Chapter 52
 
As her senses slowly returned, Lauren opened her eyes  
and saw the seat belts above her. She felt limbs over  
her stomach and smelt human faeces, urine, sweat and  
vomit. Instantly, she bolted upright and screamed  
loudly, tearing at the arms and legs on top of her as she  
pulled wildly at the door handle. 
 
Firm hands gripped her, pulling her back towards the  
seat, pushing her head down, back into the reeking  
flesh. 
 
"Hey, it's OK. Keep your head down until we've got  
through the village!" said a voice. 
 
"No, no more, please! Please let me go home!" she  
cried, sobbing, her chest heaving as she gulped in the  
sordid air. Her limbs ached and refused to respond to  
her commands. 
 
"It's us, it's OK. Your Dad's here. Nikki's in the front  
with her Dad. Rebecca's beside you!" Lauren's head  
was swimming. She heard all the things that she had  
wanted to hear since everything seemed to go wrong.  
Familiar voices, the movement of the car, the touch of  
Jim as he stroked her hair all consoled her. But she  
couldn't bring herself to believe that they were out of  
danger. 
 
"Hey, Lori, we're all with you. Not far to go now" said  
Mike, patting her leg. 
 
"I'm going to be sick, I think." 
 
"We can't stop, not until we're well away from this  
village. You'll be fine, don't worry anymore" said her  
father, looking to his side as he saw Nikki, naked,  
curled up in the well of the front seat, her open wounds  
bleeding as her father tried to shield her from the  
movement of the car. She screamed occasionally as she  
rested her head between her father's legs, her eyes a  
dreadful red, her blonde hair now a matted mess over  
her face. 
 
Lauren realised that the car smelt dreadful and that even  
with the windows open, she felt ill. She began to retch  
again, shivering in the cold night air as she hung out of  
the window. She collapsed back onto the seat, hugging  
herself with her arms around her stomach as she tried to  
control the spasms. She looked into the mirror to see  
her father looking at her, tears rolling down his cheeks.  
She held a hand over her mouth, breathing deeply to try  
and halt the movement in her stomach. 
 
Slowly, the crying, retching and screaming subsided, at  
least enough for Lauren to fall asleep, entangled  
between Rebecca's legs, both girl's receiving the  
attention of Jim's soothing touch. Rebecca was silent  
all the way, even when they eventually stopped for  
petrol she remained curled up on the back seat, her face  
buried in the corner, her back exposed to the moonlight,  
dried blood giving away the awful secrets of her  
wedding day. 
 
"I'm going to telephone ahead. They need to be  
prepared for this. I suggest everyone sleeps at our  
house for tonight. Sound reasonable?" said Maurice,  
looking at Andre. 
 
"Fine, we can get some more beds round from our  
house, but I think you're right." 
 
"OK, I'll pay for this petrol and call Daniele and Jean." 
 
The car was silent as all three girls slept. Maurice  
returned, nodded glumly at Andre, and rejoined the  
road back to Andleburg. Forty minutes later, they  
pulled up in front of Lauren's house. Daniele ran from  
the front door. 
 
"The first thing they need is a bath, then a good night's  
sleep. Is Doctor Bonner on his way?" asked Maurice. 
 
"Yes. How are they? Where's Lori?" 
 
"She's asleep. She's very jumpy and had a few  
nightmares on the way home" 
 
Daniele was joined by Jean, the two women gently  
lifting their daughters from the car and carrying them  
into the house. They both cried almost immediately as  
they saw the two girls. 
 
"Jean, you use the bathroom at the top of the stairs, I'll  
use the one in our bedroom" 
 
"Oh thanks!  
 
"Good God, who could have done such a thing?  
Maurice, did you catch any of them. They should die  
for this!" she sobbed, anger rising in her voice as she  
entered the hallway. Maurice and Andre gathered rags  
and bleach from the kitchen and headed back to the  
cars. Mike and Jim helped. Nobody spoke. 
 
Indoors, the two girls were bathed and dressed in clean  
oversized T-shirts. Lauren managed to pull her knickers  
on without help, but Nikki found bending impossible  
and had to be helped by her mother. To everyone's  
surprise, they both sounded quite chirpy after a hot  
drink and some biscuits. They stayed up long enough  
for Andre and Maurice to set up a second bed in  
Lauren's room for Nikki, and for Dr Bonner to arrive.  
He spoke to Maurice and Daniele first downstairs, and  
then clumped up the stairs with his old black medical  
bag in his hand, knocked quietly and entered the room. 
 
Lauren smiled at him, but found it difficult to look him  
in the eyes. She watched him set his bag down on top  
of the schoolbooks on her desk. He sat on the end of  
the bed. 
 
"What has happened to you tonight will be punished in  
due course, I am sure. But we must make sure that if  
there is any possibility of you having been injured  
internally, that we get that sorted out right away." He  
nodded as he spoke as though agreeing with himself.  
"In a couple of days time, you should both come and  
see me at the surgery. Before that, though, you should  
rest as much as possible. I need to examine you both.  
Who wants to go first? It'll only take one minute" he  
said smiling as he turned to his bag. 
 
"I'll go first" said Lauren, putting her drink beside her  
bed.  
 
"Good, stand on the floor here and we'll do a quick  
check" he said, pulling her towards him. He lifted her  
T-Shirt and pressed his fingers carefully into her  
abdomen, listening and watching her face as he  
explored her stomach. 
 
"Turn round" 
 
Lauren turned to face Nikki, smiling slightly as he  
checked her ribs and listened to her breathing through  
his stethoscope. 
 
"Fine. Now lie down on the bed and we'll just take  
your knickers down a little way." 
 
"No, no please don't!" said Lauren, moving away from  
him. Signs of terror returned to her face as she watched  
every move of his hands. 
 
"Lauren, I've seen injuries like yours before. I must  
make sure that you make a full recovery." He waited  
for a few seconds and then helped her to lie down on  
the bed. He checked her legs and then slipped her  
knickers down to her knees as she looked away. "Oh  
dear, they were very brutal with you. Now, I'm going to  
check your vagina and make sure that it's not inflamed.  
This might be a little uncomfortable but don't worry."  
he said, parting her legs slightly to allow the light to fall  
over her swollen pussy lips. 
 
He touched around her vagina, moving the lips apart  
gently. Nikki sat up slightly, no doubt wanting to know  
what he was going to do to her. Lauren squirmed as he  
looked at her, wishing he would finish as she had no  
idea how she looked between her legs. 
 
"Who did this to you? Men or women?" he asked  
looking in turn at Lauren and Nikki as he took a swab  
from just inside her. He allowed Lauren to bring her  
legs together as he slipped the swab into a plastic bag. 
 
"Mainly men, but there were two or three women there  
helping" replied Nikki, pulling the blankets around her  
tighter. 
 
"Do you remember their names?" he asked, pulling  
Lauren's knickers back into place. 
 
"No, I think one was Karl. Then there was Father  
Michael and Sister Winifred." said Nikki. 
 
"Sister Winifred is really someone called Simone. I've  
been to where she works." said Lauren, returning to her  
bed. 
 
"Nikki, let's try and do the same with you. I know it  
hurts, so just lie flat on the bed. Who else was there?"  
he asked as Nikki turned awkwardly and slowly laid  
down on the sheets. He pulled the blankets away from  
her prodding Nikki's stomach. "Any pain there?" he  
asked. 
 
"No, not really." 
 
"How did people escape then?" 
 
"We're not sure. Maybe they ran into the mountains, or  
left by car" said Lauren as she watched Nikki lying on  
the bed. 
 
Dr Bonner pulled her knickers down to her knees and  
felt her vagina, moving her knickers slowly to her feet  
as he parted her legs. 
 
"Does that hurt?" he asked quietly, touching her lips. 
 
"No, not really" said Nikki, her face contorted with  
pain. 
 
 "What about here?" He pushed against her anus. 
 
"Ow! Yes. Please don't!" she cried, covering her face  
with her hands as she sobbed.  
 
"OK, OK, I'm going to put some cream on you just to  
soothe the pain a little." He took a sample from around  
her vagina and stored it away in the bag with the  
sample from Lauren for analysis later. Retrieving a tube  
of antiseptic cream from his case, he squeezed a little  
onto his fingers, gently massaging her inflamed anus for  
several minutes before wiping the excess away with a  
tissue. He pulled her knickers back over her hips.  
"There. Now, you were telling me about Suzy and Karl,  
I think" 
 
"Er, yes." said Lauren slowly. "They escaped with the  
others. Simone might be hurt because she was hit by  
Jim and my Dad." 
 
"OK, now I'm going to give you a slight sedative to  
help you sleep, and I'll be back tomorrow to check on  
you." He offered them both some medication from his  
bag and made sure they took it while he watched. 
 
"Good night." 
 
"Night. Thanks" said Lauren, lying down and pulling  
the covers up to her chin. 
 
Satisfied that there had been no internal injuries, he left  
and rejoined the two women to give them advice on  
how to dress their daughter's wounds, telling them that  
any detailed investigation could wait until the girls had  
slept and felt more secure. He added that he would have  
to contact the police and would be making out his  
report the next day. Maurice and Jean went quickly  
back upstairs to rejoin their daughters, while Maurice  
stared at the carpet in the lounge, digesting the doctor's  
words. Dr Bonner left, shutting the door behind him.  
His face was pale and Maurice knew that what he had  
seen had left him visibly shaken. He got up to watch  
through the lounge window as he returned to his car,  
shaking his head.  
 
Maurice headed upstairs, his feet heavy as he recalled  
bundling Lauren and Rebecca into the back of the car.  
He knew he would never forget the sight of their tiny  
bodies, their wounds spilling blood, their screams filling  
the night as he pushed them roughly into the small back  
seat, desperate to flee. He recalled how his daughter  
had felt, her bones sticking out beneath her breasts, and  
how his hands were covered in excrement as he gripped  
the steering wheel and drove away. He would never  
forget either the smell on the way home as the foul air  
wafted around the car, the stench increasing as the girls  
finally lost all control of themselves. He reached the top  
of the stairs and knocked on Lauren's door. 
 
"OK if I come in?" 
 
"Yep, of course!" said Daniele 
 
"Where's Rebecca, Mummy?" asked Lauren, sitting up  
in bed. She wore a big dressing gown and clutched a  
mug of hot milk. The legacy of her fearful evening still  
showed in her red eyes, her scratched and torn nails,  
her  bandaged wrists. The smell of disinfectant  
pervaded. 
 
"She had to go to the hospital" replied Jean, knowing  
that Daniele's opinion of the neighbours had changed  
overnight. 
 
"Why, was she injured badly? She didn't say much on  
the way home I don't think" 
 
"Honey, there's nobody to look after her. Her mum and  
dad have gone somewhere" 
 
"Where?" asked Nikki. 
 
"Nobody knows." said her mother.  "The police are  
looking for them now. Why don't you two curl up and  
get some rest? We'll both be downstairs, and Daddy  
and I are staying over here tonight, so don't worry!" 
 
"Mummy, where's Jim?" asked Lauren. 
 
"He's gone to the hospital to have his hand looked at,  
and then he's going to stay at Nikki's house for the  
night." 
 
"He saved my life in the barn, you know" said Lauren  
meekly. 
 
"He's a wonderful young man." said her mother as she  
kissed her daughter on the cheek. She left with Daniele,  
leaving the door slightly ajar so that a little light shone  
into the room from downstairs.  
 
"And so did you." said Lauren, leaning over to the  
adjoining bed to kiss Nikki.  
 
"Oh, I don't know what would have happened." said  
Nikki, grimacing as she moved.  
 
"If you hadn't shouted when you did, I know that bitch  
would have killed me. I just know it." 
 
"So where's Rebecca's parents?" asked Nikki, looking  
out of the window. "There aren't any lights on next  
door" 
 
"It's weird. Perhaps they've gone to the hospital?" 
 
"But they don't know that Rebecca's there!" Nikki  
reminded her. 
 
"God, did you see how that man whipped her. It must  
have been for ten minutes" 
 
They lay in the moonlit room in silence, each with their  
own thoughts. Lauren's throat was sore from crying.  
She felt that further tears were not far away and turned  
to Nikki.  
 
"I'm glad you're staying here tonight" she said. 
 
"I'm glad too." said Nikki, reaching out for her. 
 
Downstairs, Daniele had flopped down on the sofa next  
to Maurice, holding his hand in her own. 
 
"I think they'll take many months, if not years, to  
recover from this" he said as he pulled her closer to  
him. Her tears began once again as she shook her head. 
 
"How can people be so sick?" she asked, sniffing as  
she looked at the ceiling, a tiny handkerchief in her  
hand. 
 
"At least they're alive" said Andre. 
 
"Of course they're alive! Why do you say that?" asked  
Jean, accusingly. 
 
"Jean, we haven't told you everything that we think  
happened there." said Andre, breathing in deeply.  
"When we arrived, we think that they were about to kill  
Lori - they were about to stab her. They were all tied  
up, naked. Each of the girls." 
 
"Oh God, no!" cried Daniele, holding her head in her  
hands. 
 
"I think they've seen and had things done to them that  
we can only imagine. They haven't just been raped by a  
few men. They've been tortured, we think, for almost  
twelve hours." 
 
There was silence, broken eventually by Daniele's quiet  
voice. 
 
"They had shaved off Lori's hair, you know, between  
her legs, and she was covered in blood from  
somewhere. I had to change the bathwater twice before  
she was really clean." 
 
Jean joined in. "Nikki said that a man had forced his  
thing into her bottom. She's in great pain and can  
hardly sit down. She hasn't stopped shaking since she  
got back here. And the whip marks, or whatever they  
used. I've never seen anything like it, not even in  
newspapers!" 
 
"Believe me, Rebecca's were worse, much worse.  
We'll have to tell all this to the police. They'll want to  
interview the girls and we must make sure that a  
woman officer does that." said Maurice. 
 
"That's a good idea. What time do we have to see them  
tomorrow?" asked  
Daniele. 
 
"Nine o'clock." said Andre, looking at his watch  
"They'll come here. I'd like to know where Claude and  
Celestine are tonight. There's something strange going  
on!" 
 
They talked for half an hour before Daniele offered to  
go and make coffee for everyone. They had decided  
that one of them should stay awake at all times during  
the night starting at about two o'clock. Dr Bonner had  
hoped that with their medication, they might sleep  
through until about midday. 
 
Daniele looked in the fridge and decided that although  
she should have been hungry, there was nothing that  
she really felt like eating. She grabbed four cups and  
then filled the kettle with water. As she turned off the  
tap, a scream filled the house, jarring her nerves and  
making her drop the kettle in the sink. She ran from the  
kitchen to see Jean already half way up the stairs. As  
they snapped the light on outside Lauren's room, she  
saw her daughter curled up in a ball on the floor,  
sobbing uncontrollably as Nikki looked down at her,  
eyes filled with tears as she sat on the bed, shaking. 
 
"Lori, come on, love. It's OK, it's all over. You're safe  
with us, back in your own little bed." Daniele helped  
her back onto the bed, and then under the covers.  
Lauren retched and held her stomach in an effort to  
suppress the inclination to be sick. She lost the battle,  
and threw the covers off her as she raced for the  
bathroom, vomit dripping from between her fingers.  
The two women looked at each other, suppressing their  
own urges to burst into tears. 
 
The remainder of the night comprised of short periods  
of sleep and sudden screams from the girls' bedroom as  
they relived again and again the events of the night.  
 
Their parents slept in two hour shifts, although  
everyone woke instantly at the sound of the screaming.  
By four in the morning, nerves were beginning to get  
strained. As the scale of the terror and pain that the girls  
must have been subjected to sank in, tempers flared and  
anger rose inside to the point where Maurice and Andre  
even considered going back to the barn and hunting  
down the perpetrators. Maurice eventually decided  
however that some cool air was warranted, and so he  
took a walk outside in the road to continue his thoughts  
on his own. 
 
He was proud of his efforts to rescue the girls and was  
quite convinced that a few minutes later would have  
produced a tragic ending. He thought of Mike, and how  
he had avoided much of the discussion about his sister's  
sexual activity. He was pleased that he was so  
protective about her although in retrospect it could have  
seriously affected their ability to locate the girls.  
Maurice had no ideas though when it came to  
Rebecca's parents, and how they could have  
disappeared after they had been told that their daughter  
was in danger. 
 
He wandered along the pavement, up towards the  
mountains, and sat on a small wooden seat at the edge  
of the forest. The moon illuminated much of the valley  
below, the stars twinkling over the grey snow-capped  
peaks of the Alps. He sat for almost an hour before  
making his way back down the hill. It was still dark as  
he approached the house, too dark to drive without  
lights on. He therefore failed to see the figure in the  
trees on the opposite side of the road, and had no idea  
that she had seen him leave the house earlier. He had no  
idea that a few hours earlier, he had caught a glimpse of  
the woman naked, her beautiful breasts pointing  
upward, her wet, cum-soaked  vagina pouting between  
her long tanned legs in anticipation of the liberation of  
his daughter's soul. He had no idea that his daughter  
had on two occasions made love to her, had been  
photographed naked with her, had happily licked her  
inner thighs while a man's cock pounded into her tight  
vagina, and had been seduced by her teenage girlfriend. 
 
That night marked the beginning of the vigil. 
 
T H E   E N D

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