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Subject: Lauren Gisal - All Parts ONE file... (I hope)
From: No@freaking.way (ACK!)
Date: Sun, 24 Dec 1995 06:52:14 GMT
I hope that I have gotten all the parts to this story...
If not, I apologize... (ie don't bother me).
If you are a Bible thumper, and wish to complain, I suggest that you
do not... Because I don't have -ANY- problems with what you believe,
and will FIGHT and DIE for your -right- to believe what you wish,
until you start ramming it down my throat. THEN, we have a problem,
or I should say, YOU have a problem.
For all others, Please enjoy...
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Lauren Gisal
****Warning - Disclaimer for your protection ****
The following fiction portrays events that will be considered
offensive
by some people in that graphic scenes are described of sexual
intercourse by teenagers, adults, with and without their consent.
Later chapters deal with punishment. If you are offended by such
material then read no further and delete this file. You will note
that
by way of the plot and characterisation that there is no intent to
condone or encourage similar behaviour. Indeed, it is clear that the
story serves as a warning.
The author hereby permits the redistribution of the attached material
on the understanding that it is not for financial gain and it is
credited to the author, Francis Dashwood.
Lauren Gisal
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 contemporaries.
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.
End of Chapter 1
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The following fiction portrays events that will be considered
offensive
by some people in that graphic scenes are described of sexual
intercourse by teenagers, adults, with and without their consent.
Later chapters deal with punishment. If you are offended by such
material then read no further and delete this file. You will note
that
by way of the plot and characterisation that there is no intent to
condone or encourage similar behaviour. Indeed, it is clear that the
story serves as a warning.
The author hereby permits the redistribution of the attached material
on the understanding that it is not for financial gain and it is
credited to the author, Francis Dashwood.
Chapter 2a
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.
End of Chapter 2a
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The following fiction portrays events that will be considered
offensive
by some people in that graphic scenes are described of sexual
intercourse by teenagers, adults, with and without their consent.
Later chapters deal with punishment. If you are offended by such
material then read no further and delete this file. You will note
that
by way of the plot and characterisation that there is no intent to
condone or encourage similar behaviour. Indeed, it is clear that the
story serves as a warning.
The author hereby permits the redistribution of the attached material
on the understanding that it is not for financial gain and it is
credited to the author, Francis Dashwood.
Chapter 2b
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.
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Chapter 3
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 it's
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,
AnneMarie. 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 mothers 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 4
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 schoolfriend's house who happened to also live in the
same area, so she had a quick wash and went to bed.
End of Chapter 4
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Chapter 5
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.
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Chapter 6
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 others 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 it's 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.
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Chapter 7
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 hour-glass 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."
End of Chapter 7
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Chapter 8
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. And 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 9
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.
End of Chapter 9
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Chapter 10
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, cow bells, 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.
End of Chapter 10
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Chapter 11
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
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Chapter 11b
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
girls
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.
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Chapter 12
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.
"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.
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Chapter 13
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.
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Chapter 14
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 schoolfriend 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.
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Chapter 15
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".
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intercourse by teenagers, adults, with and without their consent.
Later chapters deal with punishment. If you are offended by such
material then read no further and delete this file. You will note
that
by way of the plot and characterisation that there is no intent to
condone or encourage similar behaviour. Indeed, it is clear that the
story serves as a warning.
The author hereby permits the redistribution of the attached material
on the understanding that it is not for financial gain and it is
credited to the author, Francis Dashwood.
Chapter 16
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 jet-set. 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 tell-tale
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! Allright, 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.
End of Chapter 16
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material then read no further and delete this file. You will note
that
by way of the plot and characterisation that there is no intent to
condone or encourage similar behaviour. Indeed, it is clear that the
story serves as a warning.
The author hereby permits the redistribution of the attached material
on the understanding that it is not for financial gain and it is
credited to the author, Francis Dashwood.
Chapter 17a
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 it's 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"
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Chapter 17b
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 fantasy land. 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.
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Chapter 18a
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 allright.
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.
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Chapter 18b
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.
End of Chapter 18b
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Chapter 19
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.
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Chapter 20a
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.
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Chapter 20b
"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 it's 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 tip-toes, 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 consciousness,
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.
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Chapter 20c
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 left-overs 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 it's 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.
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Chapter 21a
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
tell-
tale 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 spell-bound 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.
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Chapter 21b
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.
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Chapter 21c
"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 it's 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 AnneMarie, 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. AnneMarie 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 AnneMarie'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.
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Chapter 22a
Saturday 22nd August, 11am
Maurice Gisal drove very carefully round the hairpin bends that led
from the valley up towards AnneMarie'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. AnneMarie 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 AnneMarie sitting in front of
a
vanity unit in her underwear.
"Hi, I'm here!" shouted Lauren.
"Oh, Lauren, how are you?" replied AnneMarie. 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 allright?"
"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 AnneMarie's.
The photographer arrived on time, took a number of photos of
AnneMarie 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 AnneMarie as they waited to depart, and she grew increasingly
concerned. Even though AnneMarie 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 AnneMarie 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 AnneMarie 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
AnneMarie 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, AnneMarie 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, AnneMarie, 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"
End of Chapter 22a
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Chapter 22b
"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 AnneMarie'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. AnneMarie took the plain wedding band and pushed it
over Andre's finger, tugging his finger tip 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 AnneMarie 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 AnneMarie 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 AnneMarie and Andre, with Kirsten, with friends of AnneMarie
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 AnneMarie 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. "..er, I mean friends, not,
you
know, girlfriends!" He hiccuped loudly, smiling inanely to himself.
Lauren looked at AnneMarie'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, AnneMarie" said AnneMarie through gritted teeth.
"Sure, that's what I said..AnneMarie, 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
AnneMarie'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
AnneMarie'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?"
AnneMarie 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, AnneMarie 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 AnneMarie
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.
AnneMarie'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 AnneMarie and Andre were leaving, and
would encouraged everyone to gather in the car park to bid them
farewell.
AnneMarie 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 AnneMarie, 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 had had a good day,
but was still concerned about AnneMarie'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.
End of Chapter 22b
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Chapter 23
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 AnneMarie 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 AnneMarie 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 AnneMarie'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.
End of Chapter 23
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Chapter 24a
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.
End of Chapter 24a
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intercourse by teenagers, adults, with and without their consent.
Later chapters deal with punishment. If you are offended by such
material then read no further and delete this file. You will note
that
by way of the plot and characterisation that there is no intent to
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story serves as a warning.
The author hereby permits the redistribution of the attached material
on the understanding that it is not for financial gain and it is
credited to the author, Francis Dashwood.
Chapter 24b
"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."
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.
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Chapter 24c
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 it's 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 girls 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.
End of Chapter 24c
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The following fiction portrays events that will be considered
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by some people in that graphic scenes are described of sexual
intercourse by teenagers, adults, with and without their consent.
Later chapters deal with punishment. If you are offended by such
material then read no further and delete this file. You will note
that
by way of the plot and characterisation that there is no intent to
condone or encourage similar behaviour. Indeed, it is clear that the
story serves as a warning.
The author hereby permits the redistribution of the attached material
on the understanding that it is not for financial gain and it is
credited to the author, Francis Dashwood.
Chapter 25
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 AnneMarie. 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."
"Annemarie, 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 Annemarie.
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 Annemarie'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 Annemarie 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."
End of Chapter 25
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****Warning - Disclaimer for your protection ****
The following fiction portrays events that will be considered
offensive
by some people in that graphic scenes are described of sexual
intercourse by teenagers, adults, with and without their consent.
Later chapters deal with punishment. If you are offended by such
material then read no further and delete this file. You will note
that
by way of the plot and characterisation that there is no intent to
condone or encourage similar behaviour. Indeed, it is clear that the
story serves as a warning.
The author hereby permits the redistribution of the attached material
on the understanding that it is not for financial gain and it is
credited to the author, Francis Dashwood.
Chapter 26a
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.
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."
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Chapter 26b
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.
End of Chapter 26b
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Chapter 27
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.
End of Chapter 27
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story serves as a warning.
The author hereby permits the redistribution of the attached material
on the understanding that it is not for financial gain and it is
credited to the author, Francis Dashwood.
Chapter 28.
"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.
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Chapter 29
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.
End of Chapter 29
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intercourse by teenagers, adults, with and without their consent.
Later chapters deal with punishment. If you are offended by such
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story serves as a warning.
The author hereby permits the redistribution of the attached material
on the understanding that it is not for financial gain and it is
credited to the author, Francis Dashwood.
Chapter 30
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.
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Chapter 31
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.
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by way of the plot and characterisation that there is no intent to
condone or encourage similar behaviour. Indeed, it is clear that the
story serves as a warning.
The author hereby permits the redistribution of the attached material
on the understanding that it is not for financial gain and it is
credited to the author, Francis Dashwood.
Chapter 32
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.
End of Chapter 32
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Chapter 33
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.
End of Chapter 33
Chapter 34
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.
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Chapter 35
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 36
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.
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Chapter 37
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.
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Chapter 39
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.
End of Chapter 39
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