Lauren's Love Lessons (Yesteryear Erotica Book 1)

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by Jodie Halliday


  “Guide me in,” said Steven to his wife. Emma took hold of his rampant cock and placed it at the tiny entrance to Lauren’s vagina. She ran her fingers along his stiff shaft, curling around his balls as Lauren groaned in anticipation. Emma placed her fingers either side of the end of his cock and spread Lauren’s pussy lips, opening her so that Steven could slowly enter her.

  “Oh, that’s so beautiful,” said Emma, watching the shaft spread her little lips and slowly disappear from view. Steven and Lauren groaned in unison as he sank four or five inches inside her. He paused at the end of his stroke and Lauren marveled in the feeling of the total fullness that his cock provided, wondering again how she could ever have this feeling again once she left the house for home. She felt him pulling back out, again very slowly until the bulbous end was almost outside. Then once again he pushed in, this time a little faster and more deliberately. Emma rubbed the teenager’s soaking lips with her fingers, looking with delight at the prominent clit that had emerged from behind the pink hood. Her tongue reached up and flicked across it, causing Lauren to squeal and writhe in pleasure. Steven increased his pace, pushing in as far as he could with each stroke. Lauren bent her head lower, resting on the sheet between Emma’s legs. Her view of the girl’s vagina was unrestricted and she could see the wetness of her orgasm and the damp patch on the bed. She kissed Emma’s thighs, pleased with the sensation of her lips on the smooth skin and the warmth that was conveyed. She felt too the more insistent licking that Emma had started over her pussy and how it was in time with Steven’s cock.

  She could feel Steven’s fingers, spread again over the cheeks of her bottom, gripping her firmly as he drove in and out of her. His thumb teased her anus, sending her into shivers of pleasure. Coupled with the attention of Emma on her clitoris and her husband’s cock pounding into her she found it difficult not to cry out with every stroke. Her breasts wobbled, brushing against Emma’s stomach and hips, teasing her little nipples and keeping them hard and sensitive. Warmth spread from her vagina through her body, radiating pleasure and making her breathing increase noisily.

  “Oh, that’s so .,” said Lauren, lost in the ocean of pleasure that she felt. Emma gripped her legs, caressing her thighs as she continued to lick her little bud.

  “Come, Lauren!” said Emma, pushing her tongue along her lips to meet Steven’s fat cock.

  “Come all over Emma’s face!” said Steven

  The sensuous feeling of all four hands gripping her and the man’s cock thrusting into her pussy with his thumb inserted just inside her anus kicked off her short journey to orgasm. She moaned with relief as the feeling increased and shook visibly as the force within her built. Steven thrust relentlessly, pulling her back to meet his hard shaft. She inched closer to Emma’s pussy, a sudden desire to taste her forcing her to stick her tongue out to savour the older girl’s wet lips. As her tongue slowly swept between the sweet lips of her vulva her orgasm boiled over and she froze, unable to move or breath as Steven sensed her impending climax and gripped even tighter. After staining to breathe for several seconds her voice worked again and she cried loudly, feeling heat coursing through her vagina and knew that she was leaking a small river of come onto Emma because of the lapping sounds from around her pussy. Steven groaned at the sight along with the rhythmic contractions of the little girl’s vagina. He shuddered, cried out and spurted his hot come deep inside her, never faltering from his stroke as each pulse filled her more with his seed. Lauren leaned forward slightly, leaving Emma’s pussy alone as she reveled in the afterglow of her orgasm and the feeling of Steven still filling her.

  Gradually, Lauren regained her senses, enough to know that she was leaking down her legs. Steven slipped out of her and shuffled around to pull her head up and kiss her lips. She broke the short embrace, looked to her right and reached for his glistening cock, licking along its swollen, sticky length. She gasped as she felt Emma’s lovely face against her thighs, her tongue collecting the trail of come as she slowly licked closer to her pussy before lapping along the drenched lips.

  “Oh yes, so much come dripping out of you,” she said. Lauren slumped down so her pussy was flat on Emma’s chest while still allowing Emma to conduct her clean up job. She felt her flick her tongue over her anus and giggled, gripping Emma’s shins to steady herself. A couple of minutes later they rearranged themselves on the bed and with Lauren in between, Steven and Emma pulled the sheets up over themselves and cuddled, happy with the feeling of skin touching skin. Lauren could feel his cock resting against her leg and knew it was slowly deflating. Emma’s hands wrapped around her, covering her breasts in a gentle fashion while she occasionally pecked at her neck.

  “That felt so wonderful,” said Steven, kissing Lauren’s lips. Emma kissed her neck.

  “I know. I love feeling you come in me.”

  “We should get washed and dressed,” said Emma, but nobody moved for several minutes until Emma slipped out of bed and pulled on her dressing gown.

  By nine o’clock everyone had washed and had eaten breakfast. Emma busied herself round the house and was pleased when Steven and Lauren wandered out to the beach for a walk so she could complete her chores. She washed the sheets on Lauren’s bed and hung them out to dry on the line in the back garden. She also checked Cynthia and Gerald’s room to make sure it was ready for them. Lunch was a quiet affair, and by three o’clock all three were reading in the lounge, resigned to the fact that the fun part of the holiday had come to an end. So when a car pulled up just before four thirty there was no immediate dash to the front door to welcome their guests. Instead, they looked at each other, and as Steven smiled graciously he opened the door and shouted a welcome. With a cluttering of luggage, Cynthia and Gerald entered.

  “Where’s Lauren?” asked Cynthia anxiously.

  “I’m in here Mummy,” said Lauren, grimacing at Emma. Her mother strode into the room.

  “Oh goodness, Emma, I’m so very sorry! What did you do, Lauren, how could you?” she asked, gripping Lauren’s shoulders before looking her over as though she might has lost a limb.

  “I just wanted to leave, so I came here a little early.”

  “Oh, we’ve been worried sick. Absolutely sick.

  “Sick, we were,” said her father. “Absolutely sick.”

  “The school were about to call the Police you know.”

  “I’m sorry. I was quite safe.”

  “But nobody knew that. You could have been attacked, or worse,” said her mother. Gerald simply shook his head.

  “Sorry for all the trouble, old boy,” said Gerald.

  “It’s no problem, really,” said Steven, smiling at Lauren.

  “Yes, no harm done I think,” said Emma.

  “It must have spoilt your holiday though, surely, having someone else here,” said Cynthia.

  “Really, she was as good as gold,” said Emma

  “You’ll never guess what we did Mummy,” said Lauren, smiling.

  “Oh and what’s that?” asked her mother, noting the glances between Steven and Emma.

  “Well, we walked for miles up along the beach, as far as you can see.” Emma and Steven laughed briefly before moving to tidy the lounge and do other unnecessary chores.

  “Come along Cynthia, I’ll show you to your room, perhaps you’d like to unpack?” said Emma, leading her into the hallway. They carried two suitcases into the spare bedroom.

  “Well, I must say the sea air seems to have done her some good. She seems such a different girl,” said Lauren’s mother, testing the pillows.

  “We enjoyed her company, believe me, Cynthia” said Emma, opening drawers for her.

  Emma stayed to help for a little while before suggesting that Lauren could help in the kitchen. They left the men to talk in the lounge and made tea. Lauren stole a kiss as they passed each other at the sink, grinning wickedly at the thought.

  “How are we going to manage?” she whispered to Emma.

  “I’ve no idea.”

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sp; Over tea they caught up on each other’s news, swapping gossip about their old neighbours and the village. At about nine thirty, Cynthia and Gerald decided they would go to bed, tired after their four hour journey. Cynthia recommended an early night for Lauren as well, suggesting that maybe Emma and Steven would like some time on their own. However, Emma and Steven read only for a little while before turning off the lounge lights and going into their bedroom. Steven took Emma in his arms and looked at her with a faint smile on his lips.

  “Well, that was a rather pedestrian afternoon and evening, wasn’t it?” he asked. He pulled her tight against him, his cock pressing against her stomach.

  “Lauren wondered how were going to survive, the three of us.”

  “I don’t know, something might turn up,” he said, undoing to top button of her blouse.

  “What are you doing to me?” she said in mock distress.

  “I’m going to bathe you, then fuck you.”

  “Steven, you disgusting man! You never swear!”

  “I got it from you and Lauren,” he said, undoing her bra. She pulled his shirt from his shorts and undid his buttons.

  “OK, bath. Come on,” she said, leading him through the door. They stripped and stood there, his cock bobbing with his heartbeat as the bath slowly filled. The room was hot and steamy with the water, and as the level neared half way she turned the taps off and held his wrist for support before gently stepping into the water. Once seated she turned to face him, watching his cock all the while as he too got in. They leaned back, talking quietly about the day and the three days when Cynthia and Gerald would be with them.

  “We never used to have baths together,” said Emma

  “Of course we did, just not many.”

  “She’s had a big influence on us, hasn’t she,” she asked, soaping her arms.

  Steven nodded. “It’s amazing. I would never have suggested you making love to another woman, let alone a nineteen year old schoolgirl. But you seemed to enjoy making love to her as much as I did.”

  “It was so special. She’s very responsive, but also so beautiful, so natural and young,” said Emma, leaning forward to take hold of Steven’s cock. “Oh, you’re rather big tonight.”

  “It’s hurt almost all day. It’s been hard since just before lunch.”

  “Why?”

  “I don’t know, I would have thought it had enough this morning.”

  Emma smiled, knowing it wasn’t quite true. “And to think when you collected her from the station you didn’t say two words to her.”

  “She smelled,” he said.

  “So you keep telling me.”

  “Cynthia and Gerald didn’t seem too cross with her, which is surprising.”

  “Perhaps they don’t know all the details, she said they don’t talk much. They seem to spend most of their time at church functions.” Emma rolled her eyes and stood up to rinse the soap off her body.

  “Are you getting out?”

  “Mmm, it’s too slippery here,” she said, stepping onto the bath mat and grabbing a towel. She dried herself and winked at him as she went back into the bedroom. He followed several minutes later and slipped into bed beside her. They cuddled, arms wrapped around each other.

  Emma smiled, stroking him slowly. “I like talking about love making with you. And I loved seeing you enter her while I was below. It was such a wonderful feeling to know that it was you entering her for the second time. She was kissing my pussy you know.”

  “Yeah, I know, she loves the taste she says. I could feel your tongue on my cock now and again as well.” Emma reached down between them and pulled the foreskin downwards very slowly. “Oh yes, that’s it,” said Steven, lying back and sliding closer to Emma. With two fingers she continued to expose the bulb of his cock, and when the foreskin fell into its natural groove she slowly pulled it back, maintaining the lightest pressure on his cock.

  “Just think, she’s only twenty feet away in the next room,” said Emma

  “I wonder if she’s asleep,” said Steven between groans and deep breaths.

  Emma paused, reading his face with astonishment. “Don’t be ridiculous!” she said.

  “I wasn’t thinking of getting her, I was just wondering if she was lying awake thinking of her days with us.”

  “I doubt if she will forget them for many years,” said Emma, sliding over him. “Get inside me.”

  Steven guided his cock against her pussy then pulled her down slowly, reveling in the feeling as his cock sank into her warmth and wetness. Quietly, Emma rose and fell slowly, shifting slightly as the bed creaked.

  “Oh Steve, you feel so good tonight. So big and full!” she whispered into his ear as he took hold of her breasts. They made love slowly and passionately, his cock growing and expanding as he neared orgasm. He flipped her over onto her back and slid his hands under her buttocks, pressing a finger against her anus. Her legs came up and wrapped round his back, constraining him as she pulled him deeper into her. She kissed him hard as his finger slid inside, back and forth in time with his cock. His kisses muffled her groans as she tried valiantly to remain silent. His cock pulsed and she gripped him harder, knowing he was about to come. His fingers pulled her buttocks tight as he penetrated her deeper, and a little ripple of pleasure shot through her. Her vagina contracted as a second finger pushed into her anus and his pace quickened. The bed squeaked as he came, sinking his face into the pillow as he grunted with the release.

  She could feel his come filling her rapidly, the warmth permeating through her before leaking out and down between her cheeks onto the sheets. Emma relaxed, knowing that she was not going to have a chance to come that evening. She was happy though that their love making had improved immeasurably since they had been away, since Lauren had been in their lives as a lover rather than the daughter of their good friends. She felt Steven slip out of her and guided him to her side, his thick slippery cock trailing over her thigh. She held him tight, wondering why she had experienced doubts about their relationship, even as recently as a week ago. Emma felt secure, now convinced that it would only be a matter of time before they too, like many of their friends, announced that they had a child on the way.

  Steven slipped out of bed and wandered into the bathroom. He returned several minutes later and got into bed, while Emma did the same, washing herself carefully before pulling her pyjamas on and settling down for the night. They both slept soundly, unaware that their young friend had enjoyed the muffled sounds from their room, and with her ear to the wall had masturbated in vain.

  Chapter 10

  They headed into town around mid-morning, and had lunch in a small pub on the way back. By the time the sun was beginning to lose its strength they were back at the house. The ‘girls’, as they liked to be called, decided that they would change into bathing costumes and go down to the water. Steven and Gerald decided to stay behind, listening to the radio and reading the newspapers.

  Dinner in the evening was a quiet affair, with everyone, including Lauren, having a glass of wine. By ten o’clock she was ready for bed. Steven got up to lock the front door and wished her goodnight. Their fingers touched gently as Emma slipped into her bedroom and closed her door. “I’ll pop out tomorrow early and get some milk and papers. If anyone wants to come then they’re welcome” he said to nobody in particular. Steven and Gerald talked for another hour or so, making cocoa at about eleven thirty then washing up and going to bed just before midnight.

  Within half an hour the house was silent and Emma and Steven both thanked their lucky stars that there had not been any embarrassing moments that needed to be explained away. As dawn broke, Steven stared up at the ceiling, looking at the way the plasterwork scrolled around the light fitting. He guessed it was about five thirty, maybe closer to six o’clock. Without waking Emma he got out of bed and pulled on his shorts, a shirt and sandals and slipped out of the bedroom. As he reached for his keys he almost shrieked in fright as Lauren’s door quickly opened and she stood there,
grinning madly, her eyes alive.

  “Milk!” she whispered.

  He shook his head in mock anger before opening the front door as quietly as possible and letting her out. The car started and they pulled out of the driveway, turning right to head north towards Keswick.

  He looked at her briefly while trying to concentrate on the road. “How long have you been awake?”

  “I don’t think I slept.”

  “You always say that.” He noted her pale yellow skirt and sandaled feet. Her cream blouse once again billowed with the youth of her breasts.

  “I want to be with you both. Life is so jolly tiresome with my parents here.”

  “I know.”

  “How far until we get to the milk?” she asked, slipping off her shoes.

  “It’s a farm, just past the lighthouse. Five minutes?”

  She touched his thigh, stroking the hairs on his leg as he drove. Her fingers teased up his leg and into the opening of his shorts and she laughed as he pretended to be irritated. She leaned across and kissed his cheek before settling back in the seat with her feet on the dashboard. Her dress slid up her legs and attracted Steven’s attention.

  “Good god, where are your knickers girl?” he asked, struggling to watch the road and the delight between her legs.

  “What are knickers Daddy?”

  Steven laughed at her comment, echoing Emma’s strange charade. “You are a very naughty girl. Quite disgusting.”

  “They are in my pocket, just in case.” Lauren laughed and watched the countryside slip slowly past in the pale morning light, delighted with life. The farm had a huge black and white sign at the entrance, announcing Potter and Sons, Dairy farmers. The metal gate was closed, so he pulled up outside and switched off the engine.

  “Have you been here before?” she asked, looking around for signs of life. A horse watched them from over the hedge.

  “Once or twice. There’s a little shop, or their front room really, where you can get milk. I won’t be a minute. And make yourself a little more respectable, would you?” he said, nodding at her pocket. He left her in the car while he slipped carefully through the gate and walked towards the farmhouse. Lauren watched him stride purposefully away, smiling as she recalled his body and the thought that the man had actually made love to her. As her misery had increased with the girls at school she had wondered if there had been an element of truth in what they said, that she was too young and would never find herself a boyfriend. She thought that even though her overall knowledge had been catapulted way beyond those of her classmates it still didn’t make up for the lack of friends at school, or the intimacy that many of the others enjoyed. She clenched her fists with the understanding of what some of her friends were enjoying while she was left to satisfy herself under the bedclothes at night. Several minutes later Steven reappeared around the side of the farmhouse, grinning.

 

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