Emma kissed Lauren’s head, removing her finger as Steven slid out. He moved up to kiss her lips, while Emma rolled out from underneath her and lay her head on the youngster’s stomach. She ran her fingers along her thighs, sliding lower so that she could see her pussy. She parted her legs a little and watched the steady dribble of her husband’s come as it slowly emerged from the tiny opening. Lauren kissed Steven tenderly, her tongue finding his quickly as his hands roamed over her breasts. Slowly they disentangled themselves and lay on the bed, Lauren sandwiched between her two lovers. After several minutes, Steven picked up his clothes and smiled as he disappeared into the bathroom.
“Thank you,” said Lauren quietly, momentarily holding Emma’s hand as they faced each other on the bed. They kissed, caressing each other.
“I think you’re now fully educated.”
Lauren smiled gratefully at her. “It’s funny though, that while I know all this, I can’t use my knowledge without giving the game away.”
“At least you’ll know when someone is making up stories.”
“That’s true,” said Lauren, getting up. She wobbled a little and steadied herself on the side of the bed as she walked towards the hallway, a clear trail of come apparent between her pussy and left knee. She disappeared into her bathroom and sat on the edge of the bath with a towel wrapped around her to review the morning. Her hand slipped between her legs and she marveled at the slick stickiness that coated her upper thighs. Her clit was sensitive and her vagina far more engorged than she had even felt before. She looked carefully at her reflection in the mirror, half expecting to see a label on her head that showed she was now a woman but apart from some translucent streaks on her cheeks (she recalled his cock brushing across her cheeks several times) there was no difference. She felt a tickling sensation between her legs and slipped her hand down to investigate. Her fingers were immediately covered in the warm slickness of Steven’s orgasm and she stared in amazement as it continued to drip steadily from her pussy.
Reality set in far too soon however, and she knew that in just over twenty-four hours her parents would arrive, putting an end to their activities. To some extent she would be glad as she knew that sharing Steven would become a problem. The more she learned with him the more she knew she needed someone to make love to her. The excitement was addictive and she loved the thought that each time could be different. And she found it hard to choose at that moment between Emma and Steven for pleasure. The intensity of Emma’s love and attention made her heart race and her skin tingle all over, while Steven satisfied what seemed like an animal craving for his cock inside her, a feeling that she would have to explore and analyse later. School was going to be a nuisance and the remainder of the summer would be frustrating. Playing with her pussy was going to be no substitute for either of her two lovers. She smiled at the thought of having two lovers. She would have to continue her conversation with Steven about where they could all carry on their love making later in the year. She wondered though if they would forget about her after the end of this holiday and perhaps she was just being used for their own gratification. But she thought on balance that this wasn’t the case, although she would like to have her hopes confirmed by Emma or Steven. She showered and walked back to her room naked to get dressed.
They had breakfast in the kitchen and cleared up, the conversation centering around anything but their love making earlier in the day. Steven checked the letter that Cynthia had sent to them several weeks ago, confirming their arrival time of mid-afternoon on the following day. Emma and Lauren spent the remainder of the morning cleaning the house and getting lunch ready. After the heat of the day had diminished a little they trooped out to the dunes with towels and sunbathed again, although Lauren spent most of the time reading a book and Steven caught up on some work and sections of newspaper that he hadn’t read. At about four o’clock she got up and announced that she was going for a walk. Emma seemed to be drifting off to sleep again, and she made sure that she was reasonably well covered. Steven offered to go with her, and so they walked, south this time, deep in thought. After a hundred yards or so they held hands, his fingers in hers, a lovely feeling that she felt provided a means of communications and a sense of protection.
“What will you do for the rest of the summer, will you come back here?” asked Lauren.
“We might, maybe for a long weekend. Depends if I can get time off work.”
“I don’t think we’re going anywhere, although Dad had mentioned he would like to go to the south coast for a while. He hasn’t booked anywhere as far as I know.”
“We might not see you until Christmas.”
“That’s forever.”
“I know. I want to see you before then,” said Steven. Lauren sensed him looking at her for her reaction.
“It’s always difficult to get out of school.”
“Even for a day? What if I collected you?”
“Maybe Emma could arrange it with my mother?”
“Lauren, I hoped we might be alone.”
“Oh” she said, shocked, and then flattered. “I see.”
“Wouldn’t you like that?”
“Yes, I think I would. It’s just such a big step, and I don’t know what I would do, how we would arrange it. I’m just sure we would be found out.”
“That couldn’t happen, it would mean enormous trouble for everyone.”
“Could we write to each other?”
“Of course. I could write to you at school, and you could write to me at my firm.”
“Or at your house?”
“Yes, but maybe, I was hoping, that what we want to say might not be what we want Emma to read.”
“You mean we have an affair? That’s what it’s called isn’t it?” She masked her anger but was shocked that Steven might try to separate her from Emma.
“That sounds so sordid.”
Lauren grew up by several years in a matter of seconds. “I have exams though, and there’s still so much I need to learn. I don’t know how we could get away with anything?”
“Maybe we’ll just keep in touch and see what happens.”
“I know though that I’m going to want to be with you. Steven, I am so confused. Everything feels so good, with you and Emma. But I know it can’t happen after tomorrow morning. And the funny thing is that it’s not that you’re older. I still couldn’t be involved even if it was a boy of my age.”
“You’ll always be welcome at our house. Perhaps you could stay a night with us at Christmas?”
”Yes, maybe,” she said, picking up a shell from the sand.
“I’m just praying we can find some time alone, you mean so much to me and I feel like I’m only just beginning to learn about you.” She squeezed his hand and smiled kindly at him as the breeze blew her long dark hair around her face.
They turned back and walked the half mile along the sand in comparative silence. Emma had gone inside when they got back, and after deciding that they wouldn’t have a swim they too went up into the house.
After dinner Lauren and Emma played cards while Steven read. At about nine o’clock Lauren went to get changed, then came back and said she was going to sleep. Emma promised to look in on her in a few minutes, and Lauren disappeared into her room.
Emma looked across at her husband. “Want to have her in our bed tonight?”
Steven coughed at the suggestion. “I would think she’s a little sore.”
“Did she say so?”
“No, but twice in a day could hurt a little. Why, do you think she wants to?”
“Definitely, she’s made several suggestions, talking about it last night and this morning.”
Steven smiled, his cock moving quickly in his shorts. “You could keep her company in her bed. She loves the way you touch her.”
“Maybe we’ll just have a rest tonight.”
They knocked on her bedroom door and went in, making sure she was tucked up, safe between the sheets.
“Night night Lauren,
” said Emma, kissing her.
“Night,” said Steven, also bending down to kiss her lips, his cock hardening at the sight of her and the knowledge that she was naked.
“Thanks,” said Lauren, a tear in her eye. Emma leaned over her and wiped it away.
“Everything OK?” asked Emma.
“Utterly wonderful.”
She kissed the little girl once again before switching off the light.
Chapter 9
Lauren woke just after six the following morning and listened to the silence of the house. She slipped out of her bedroom and used the toilet in the bathroom, wiping herself carefully. She brushed her teeth and once back in her room, brushed her hair to remove the knots. With a beach towel around her she went into the kitchen and put the kettle on the stove. As the water heated up she took three cups and saucers and put them on a tray. The teaspoons rang against the china and she was concerned that she might have woken Steven or Emma already, but she didn’t hear any movement. As the water boiled she warmed the pot and then emptied it before adding three teaspoons of tea and putting the tea cosy round it.
At six thirty she knocked on Emma’s door and carefully opened it, balancing the tray on one hand.
“Tea time!” she announced.
“Oh my. This is very good service,” said Emma, stretching and smiling delightedly at her. She sat up, her firm breasts exposed above the sheet. She made no move to cover herself and Lauren stared at her breasts, a thrill running through her at the sight.
“Shall I put it beside you?” she asked.
“That would be lovely. Have you got a cup?”
“Mmm.”
“I’m just going to go to the loo, so you can slide in and join us, ok?”
Lauren stepped aside as she squeezed past and was surprised to see that Emma was naked. Lauren thought She had such a delightful bottom, so tight and firm as she walked. She wondered if they had made love the previous night, and whether they wouldn’t want to do anything on their last morning alone. The thought of bringing them tea tomorrow entered her head, and how she could take some to her parents first, then bring in more for Steven and Emma and stay with them. It struck her as risky in the extreme. Her parents were probably getting up now as well, rehearsing their speech about her stupidity for leaving school early. As Lauren had said, she would hear them out and nod at the appropriate moment. Steven was smiling at her, and she put her cup next to Emma’s and got into bed next to him. She thought he was probably naked as well. She reached for her tea and carefully leaned back on the pillows. Emma returned carrying a tube of what looked like ointment. Lauren looked at her pussy and the fine covering of hair that barely concealed her lips. She noted the protrusion of her clit poking out from between them. Her hips were slightly wider than her own but maybe only by a fraction of an inch or so. She got back into bed and sipped her tea.
The feeling of this being their final hours hung over the conversation. Discussion centered around what was needed at the Post Office, and what Lauren’s parents might bring with them.
“Only anger and a lecture,” said Lauren, half joking.
Steven smiled, setting his cup down on his bedside table. “We’ll protect you,” he said, raising his arm to allow her to slide in next to him. He hugged her close.
“I wondered if you were sore,” asked Emma.
“I was a little last night.”
“From the sun?”
“That, as well as all our fun and games.” Lauren thought, and mentioned that the tightness around her shoulders might have been caused by the sun.
“Roll over then and I’ll rub some ointment into them, it should help.” Lauren did as she was told, rolling onto her stomach between Steven and Emma. She felt Emma tug at her towel and lifted herself to allow her to slide it down and bunch it up around her waist. The ointment was cold and she giggled as Emma rubbed slowly over her shoulders. There was some tenderness and she certainly didn’t want to peel. Steven shifted next to her, his fingers running up and down the backs of her thighs.
“Mmm, that feels good,” said Lauren.
“Me or him?” asked Emma
“Both, actually.”
Emma kneaded her flesh, tracing the lines of her shoulder blades as she gently massaged her muscles. Lauren relaxed her arms, letting them rest by her side. She felt Steven feeling closer and closer to her bottom, his touch sure and gentle. She parted her legs slightly without thinking. His fingers dipped between, still concentrating on her inner thighs. Emma traced the route of her spine with her fingers, massaging her muscles. Lauren felt as though she was drifting back to sleep, only held awake by the intense sensation of four unseen hands on her body. The hands met at her towel and gently pulled it away before massaging her buttocks. Fingers dipped between her cheeks, teasing lower and deeper. She recognized Emma’s smaller fingers testing her anus, pressing very gently against the hole while Steven continued higher up her thighs, brushing her pussy with the back of his hand. She raised her bottom slightly.
Emma stopped and squeezed a little ointment onto her fingers, then pressed against her anal opening again, her finger entering very slightly. Lauren immediately raised herself to meet the finger, demanding more. Steven ran his finger along the soaking crack of her pussy, pushing down to glide over her clitoris.
“Pull her cheeks apart,” said Emma quietly. She sensed Steven adjusting his position on the bed, followed by his hands resting on her buttocks, fingers splayed wide. He pulled her cheeks apart, exposing her completely.
“Oh, so pretty,” said Emma. She heard Steven groan quietly to himself.
Lauren buried her face in the pillow, the darkness contributing to the sensation of the hands over her. She felt Emma pushing deeper, very slowly, then pulling out. She knew she was pushing the ointment in her and marveled at the new-found feeling of outrageous naughtiness and the tight pull of Steven’s hands against her firm buttocks, tearing her hole with a delightfully warm feeling. When Steven relaxed his grip and placed his hand flat against her sex, lifting her up a little more she gave no resistance, aware that her bottom was now completely exposed to her two lovers. She felt Emma kissing her neck as her fingers continued to enter her. She pushed back, groaning as Emma swapped whichever finger she had been using for a wider one. Then Steven moved his hands, gripped her cheeks more firmly and pulled them apart once again. The exposure was complete, she knew, and again she raised her bottom to meet his demands.
Emma pulled her finger from her anus and she felt her kiss her way over her back until she covered her cheeks with little pecks. Lauren was alarmed that Emma was going to kiss her down there, thinking that nothing could be more dreadful with Steven watching and her bottom high up the air. But as Emma’s lips got closer and the feelings became increasingly intense she slowly relaxed. Steven ran his hands over her back and legs, caressing her. She felt his hardness push against her leg and prayed that she would feel it inside her just one more time. With the thought that Emma was the key to that happening she groaned on cue as Emma’s tongue traveled down the valley of her cheeks. The tip lapped across her little puckered opening and she squealed in delight. Emma responded by pressing her tongue slightly harder and Steven helped by pulling her cheeks wider. Emma pushed inside, probing and withdrawing as Lauren groaned without prompting. It was by far the most sensuous feeling she had ever experienced, one so disgusting and dirty that it could only be done, she thought, with true love for someone. However, after several minutes she decided that it couldn’t lead to orgasm for anyone, so she raised her head and looked back at Emma.
Gently, Emma raised Lauren up a little more and slid underneath so that her head was below Lauren’s pussy. Lauren got the idea immediately and descended between her legs, gripping her thighs for support as she slowly lapped along the older girl’s swollen lips.
“Make her come again Lauren,” said Steven, caressing her buttocks as he watched his wife’s tongue enter Lauren’s pussy.
Emma gasped with pleasure as
Lauren dipped into her, pushing her hands further underneath and spreading her cheeks just as they had done for her. Her middle finger pressed against Emma’s anus as she continued to lap, now focused on circling her clitoris. Emma brought her legs right back, allowing Lauren to lock them around her arms. Still the little girl aroused her, kissing gently around the area of her pussy, licking along the silky smooth skin of her inner thighs, then darting back to plant a gentle kiss on her pussy.
“Oh Lauren, that’s it. Go on!” she stuttered, her mouth covering Lauren’s mound as her tongue pushed as far inside as she could. Lauren pushed her finger back against Emma’s anus and entered her, withdrawing and licking her finger before pushing back in again. Emma trembled from the attention of the girl and groaned continually. Shock registered on her face as she realised that her orgasm was beyond doubt, and that she had lost count of the number of times she had come whilst on holiday. Her head thrust back into the bed, leaving Lauren’s pussy alone as she focused on her own needs. It smashed through her with such force that he had to fight with Lauren to keep her mouth locked on her pussy. Lauren gripped her buttocks hard, digging her nails into the flesh and teasing her anus while still licking and probing rhythmically. She watched as fluids leaked out of the girl, pooling just underneath her bottom. She lapped at it, tasting pure sex and the result of her tongue. She felt Emma’s mouth gently pecking at her thighs and relaxed her grip, kissing away from her pussy as Emma calmed down.
Steven pressed against Emma’s side, guiding her onto her side as Lauren rolled above her, swapping positions. He ran his hands reassuringly over Lauren’s arched back, a silent offer of thanks for making love to his wife. He shuffled around behind her and straddled Emma’s head, his balls hanging a couple of inches from her lips. Gripping Lauren’s hips he pulled her slowly back so that his cock pushed against her buttocks and slid up over onto her lower back. Lauren looked back and smiled at him before lowering her head and resting on Emma’s thigh.
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