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 The Gang Part 77 By Kelly Slimspank KellySlimspank@Googlemail.com
   copyright 2008 by Kelly Slimspank, all rights reserved
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   Emily had found her way upstairs and to the front of the house, and
mostly out of nosiness had opened a number of doors to see what lay beyond.
She found what she presumed to be Dave's bedroom and decided to set up camp
there.  The room was a tidy mess, with books and comics and games scattered
about in what seemed liked a slightly less than random manner, and she
couldn't help herself and poked around a bit.  She opened drawers, fingered
underwear and socks, inspected cupboards, examined pages of hand written
and printed notes, all of which seemed to have something to do with Dave's
role-playing games, especially one called 'Hammer of Evil 1497' and had
eventually grown bored.
   Dave's bed lay lengthways under the large window and she sat on it and
peered out.  The long drive was empty, and what she could see of the street
beyond was quiet.  Emily looked down at Dave's pillow and she stroked it,
smiling to herself at the thought that it was here he lay his head down to
sleep every night.  The duvet cover was dark blue with gold and red stars
exploding all over it, and his sheets were a pale blue to match.  She
wondered what he dreamed about when he lay asleep in this bed.
   As she sat, day dreaming at the window, she alternated between gazing
out of the window and glancing about his room.  After a few minutes of this
relative inactivity she noticed what looked like a safe underneath Dave's
desk.  She stared at it.  It definitely looked like a safe, but why would a
boy like Dave want a safe.  She wondered if he might collect valuable
stamps or coins, or some other small valuable thing, and before five
minutes had passed she couldn't help herself but get up and go over to
inspect it.
   She sat on the floor and examined it.  It was one of those small
combination safes, not dissimilar to one she'd had in her hotel room when
they'd gone on holiday to Italy last year, and wondered if she'd be able to
guess the combination.  She convinced herself that she wasn't being nosy,
or doing anything wrong, it was just a puzzle that needed solving.  A
challenge.  She wasn't going to open it or look inside.
   She punched in numbers, trying to guess what combination he might have
used.  She tried his birthday, and even her birthday, but without success,
she tried numbers at random.  After a few minutes she sat back again,
disappointed, and decided to give up.  She stood up and was about to return
to the bed and window when her eyes were caught by a colourful map, hand
drawn on the wall above his desk.  It was titled 'Hammer of Evil 1497'. 
She shrugged; one last go couldn't hurt.
   She dropped back down to the floor and punched in 1497.  The safe
opened. Emily stared at the partly open door for a short while as she
struggled with herself briefly.  She hadn't been intending to open the door
and look in, but she persuaded herself that it wouldn't hurt to have a
little look so long as she didn't disturb anything.
   She pulled the door open and was disappointed when all she saw was a
neat stack of near identical notebooks.  Curiosity piqued, she assured
herself that there would be nothing wrong in just seeing what the notebooks
were for; not reading them, that would be wrong, but just seeing what they
were about.  Expecting them to contain more notes for some silly game she
took the notebook from the top and pulled it out of the safe.  The cover
was plain and unadorned and she flipped the cover nervously.
   Jeremy said he saw her but he's a lying bastard - he didn't.  He said he
went round with a message from his mum and he could see her from the front
door.  She was supposed to be in the lounge totally naked and he saw her
bum , but he's lying.  I nearly punched him.  Soros the Slayer would have
hung him from a tree and skinned him alive.
   I wish I could see her bum.  We've got to go to some dumb thing to meet
some new neighbours on Saturday, and it's at her house, so maybe I'll see
it there.  Maybe she'll get a spanking in front of me!  I don't want her
to, but then again I do.  I wrote a poem.
   If she's naughty, then her mum,
   If cross, pull rank,
   And with Emily's bum
   All bare, give it a spank.
   Mum says when she met dad she liked him because he was interesting, so
maybe I've got to be interesting.  If I tell her all about my new computer
game that'll be interesting and maybe I can get her to come round and play
it with me.  And maybe she'll kiss me and show me her bum.
   Emily frowned and leafed through the pages towards the middle of the
book where the writing seemed to end.
   Completely naked, together!  Oh God I can't believe it!  It was like
REAL SEX and everything.  I can't believe how much I'm in love, like it's
the best and most important thing ever.  I'm going to devote my entire life
to her and never look at anyone else ever again, not even Isabel.  I wish I
could write how I feel but it's too difficult and as soon as any words come
there are different words coming and none of them are adequate.  I wrote a
poem.
   Emily, my love,
   Love of my life,
   Let me worship you,
   Forever,
   And ever,
   Amen.
   I know it doesn't rhyme but modern poetry doesn't anyway.  Jeremy and
William are coming over tomorrow morning to play, but I wish I could see
Emily instead, and we could kiss and have sex again.  I can't sleep with
the thought of it, it's like I'm having a fever, it's burning inside me and
I don't know what to do with it.  I wish you were her right now I bet you'd
know what to do with it.
   Emily nearly jumped out of her skin when she Dave walked in.  She tried
to shove the notebook back in the safe hoping he hadn't noticed, but his
expression told another story.
   "Emily!" he yelled "What are you doing!?"
   "It was open, I was just seeing what...  I didn't read anything..." she
said.
   "It wasn't open, how did you open it?"
   "No it was" said Emily "I was watching out of the window and just
happened to notice"
   Dave was red, either with embarrassment or with anger and he stood
looking unsure of himself.
   "It wasn't open!" he repeated.
   "Maybe you didn't close it properly" she suggested.  Emily locked the
safe again and retreated to the window.
   "It's always locked properly" he said.
   "What about your brother?" she asked sitting on the bed and edging
herself to the window.
   "You're the one who looks as guilty as sin" said Dave.
   "Only because..." began Emily.
   "Only because you were spying and reading my secret diary" said Dave.
   "No, I wasn't...  I was just...  Look I just took the book out, I hadn't
even opened it properly or anything" said Emily looking out down the drive
rather than facing Dave.
   Dave stood in the doorway still, his hands bunched into fists, his face
a canvas of concern and worry "How much did you read?"
   "I said, I didn't read anything, I'd only just taken it out" said Emily,
still not looking at him.
   "Jeremy got spanked for spying" said Dave suddenly, and he wasn't sure
where it had come from.
   Emily turned to look at Dave in surprise "You want to spank me?" she
asked.
   "No..." said Dave "Well, yeh...  but, no!" he said.
   "Would it make it better?  Would you forgive me?" asked Emily, dropping
her head and trying to look cute.
   "Urr, I guess" said Dave hardly believing what he was hearing.
   "We can't do it now" said Emily "I'm supposed to be on watch, but
after...  if you want" she said looking out of the window again.
   "Um, okay" said Dave feeling a little faint.
   Emily patted the bed "You can watch with me if you like" she said. 
David crossed to the bed slowly.  This intimate, familiar, safe place had
taken on a slightly alien cast and he sat gingerly.  Emily gave him a quick
kiss on the cheek and smiled sweetly at him before retuning to her watch.
Dave blushed and stared down at the bed.
   He sat carefully, as if the bed no longer belonged to him and Emily put
a hand on his leg and stroked it apologetically.  Dave peered out of the
window, wondering what she'd read; how much she'd read.
   Victoria looked over at Paul and Wendy again, who were now kissing and
cuddling in post-coital companionship.  She did feel a small stab of
jealousy, but she didn't resent Wendy's time with Paul, and she knew that
tomorrow Paul would be all hers.  She only hoped that they'd be able to
find somewhere safe where they could enjoy themselves together.  She leaned
forward and picked up a half-full bottle of sun cream.
   "Paul!" she called out.
   Paul looked over at her with a smile.
   "Catch!" she shouted as she threw the bottle over at him.
   Paul shot out a hand and pulled the bottle from the air "Thanks" he
shouted back.
   Victoria watched as he covered his hands and began massaging the
giggling quivering Wendy all over.  Victoria sighed gently and lay back
again, turning her head towards the pool.  Alan was still gazing dreamily
towards Paul and Wendy, and Kevin was still being tormented by the now
half-hearted girls.
   Ben sat at the edge of pool watching; still too untrusting to enter the
water.  His big hazel eyes followed Alison and her beautiful body as it
flitted about the pool, and he wished they could be alone, or at least in
the company of only the gang.
   The girls finally grew bored with Kevin and abandoned his dark resentful
glares and reluctant body, and swam their way towards Ben.  In a sweet line
they rested on their arms at the edge of the pool and smiled invitingly at
him.
   "Are you coming in Ben?" asked Alison plaintively.
   "It'll be fun" said Tracy.
   "He's too much of a baby" said Amy.
   Ben looked at each of them in turn as they spoke, and shook his head
with a slight frown.
   "No, you'll try and steal my boxers" he said.
   "You can't stay out there all day" said Alison.
   "We won't" said Tracy, the lie coming easily to her.
   "See, told you he was a baby" said Amy.
   "I'm not a baby" said Ben.
   "We could always come out and get you" said Alison with a grin.
   "No, don't you dare!" said Ben.
   "We're not going to do anything" said Tracy with an expression that
contradicted her words.
   Amy just poked her tongue out at him.  The girls raised themselves out
of the water by their arms and began climbing out of the pool; the water
cascading off their naked bodies.  Ben's instinct was to get up and run,
but he was frozen momentarily by the sight of Alison's pussy as it rose
over the side of the pool.  He stared and swallowed, and then realised he
had to make his escape.  He turned to run, and just evaded Tracy's clumsy
grab for him.  His intention of racing to Victoria for protection was
foiled when he slipped on the grass and went sprawling face first.  The
girls jumped on him gleefully.
   "You should have come in the pool" said Alison "It wouldn't be as
embarrassing then when we pull your boxers off." She patted his bottom
through the cotton.
   "Aw, come on Alison, don't!" Ben whined.
   "We're all naked silly" said Alison in reply as she continued to pat his
gorgeous bottom.
   "Let's get them off!" said Tracy excitedly.
   "He's always been shy about this sort of thing" said Amy.
   Alison pulled the back of Ben's boxers down, uncovering the bottom she
had been patting.  She patted it again, with a smile, this time on the
naked flesh.
   "Let's roll him over so we can see his front!" said Tracy, eager to see
Ben's willy.
   "Help!" shouted Ben "Victoria!"
   Victoria watched, shaking her head slightly.  She smiled and reached
forward for the other bottle of sun cream as the girls wrestled Ben onto
his back.
   "Make sure he's properly protected" said Victoria as he tossed the
bottle over to Alison.  Alison caught it with a grin "We will, we'll make
sure he's covered - all over."
   Ben was on his back now with his hands firmly attached to the front of
his boxers.  The girls fell to tickling him, and he rolled about squealing
and begging for them to stop.  Hands danced around his boxers, trying to
snatch at them, trying to drag the down, but Ben refused to give up his
defence of them.
   "We need some dog-shit" said Tracy.
   "What for?" asked Alison screwing her face up in disgust.
   "To make him let go of his pants" said Tracy.
   "No we don't" said Amy.  She leaned down over Ben and pinched his
nostrils shut with her finger and thumb.  She brought her other hand
tightly over his mouth.  Ben struggled and squirmed as he tried to breath.
   "It won't take long" said Amy as she grinned at her poor suffocating
brother on the ground.
   "Don't you girls hurt him!" said Victoria "Or you'll have me to answer
to."
   "We won't" they all shouted cheerily.
   Ben couldn't keep it up.  With his mouth and nose covered he just
couldn't breathe, and the more he struggled the more he needed to breathe.
Sometimes it's the body that makes decisions and not the mind.  And this
was one of those occasions.  Ben was determined not to let go of his
boxers, and he gave his hands orders to defend them to the last man.  His
body betrayed him and sent those hands to his face, to stop himself from
suffocating any further.
   With a big grin Alison tugged his boxers down quickly, giving Ben no
chance to countermand his body's orders.  Amy released Ben's mouth and nose
and he took a great gulp of air.  Tracy caught Ben's arms as they arced
swiftly back down instinctively to cover himself up.
   The girls all stared at Ben's now flaccid penis as it lay nestled in his
groin, and Tracy opened her mouth wide in an enormous "Wow!" Her own hands
were trapped holding Ben's arms out of the way, but she wanted to touch his
adorable willy.
   "Can someone hold him?" she asked.
   Alison looked at her, at her lustful stare "You're not having it, it's
mine" she said firmly.
   Tracy scowled "You can have it whenever you want" she said.
   "I'll hold him" said Amy.
   "No, we've got to put sun cream on" said Alison "And Tracy's stronger
than you."
   Alison squeezed a good sized dollop of cream onto her hands and brought
them down to Ben's groin.  She began by massaging around the groin and up
to his tummy.  An imprint of the waistband of Ben's boxers showed her where
his pants had been and she made sure he was well covered across that area,
all the way to the hips.  Squeezing more cream out of the bottle, she then
moved downwards again, stroking around his groin and massaging down to his
scrotum carefully.
   "Ow, ow, ow" yelled Ben melodramatically "My nuts, ow!"
   "I thought they were okay" said Alison looking and sounding guilty and
sorry.
   "They are, but they still hurt" whined Ben.
   "Are you hurting him?  What did I say?" Victoria called over, sitting up
and beginning to look cross.
   "He said his balls still hurt" said Alison "I was really gentle"
   "Ben?" said Victoria, a serious tone to her voice "Do they really hurt,
or are you just making fuss to put the girls off?"
   "Um...." said Ben "No, I mean they do a bit."
   "Should we take you to the doctor?  Or are you going to be able to
cope?" asked Victoria.
   "I...  I'll...  cope" he said.
   "That's my brave tiger.  You be careful girls" said Victoria and she
reclined back again.
   "I'll be really really really really careful" said Alison to Ben, and he
just stared up at her, red faced and looking scared.
   She applied the cream with the greatest of gentleness, rubbing it in
while applying the least pressure possible.  Despite himself, Ben couldn't
help but start to get a little bit excited.
   With infinite patience she finished the job and turned to his half erect
willy, and with a big smile she began rubbing cream into that too.  Ben
writhed with ecstasy as Alison stroked him up and down with her oily hands,
and he fully was erect within seconds.
   "Wow!" said Tracy "That's much nicer than Kevin's."
   "We've got to do his bottom now" said Alison with a slight frown "Are
you going to be a good boy and roll over?"
   Ben rolled over.  As reluctant as he was for the girls to see his bare
bottom, it was at least preferable to them staring at his hard-on.
   Alison repeated the process, rubbing cream all over his beautiful firm
bottom up to the waist and around his hips.  Being very thorough, she
rubbed cream between his buttocks, over his anus, and down to the perineum.
   "All done" she said putting the top back on the bottle "Are you coming
in the pool now?"
   "No" said Ben sulkily, wanting to keep away from these girls and their
unwanted attentions.
   "Let's get him in the pool!" said Alison.
   Between the three of them they dragged the reluctant Ben to the edge of
the pool and threw him in.  The girls dived in straight after, and soon Ben
was the object of their chase.  When Alison caught him she backed him up
against the side of the pool and wrapped her arms around him in a hug.  She
kissed him.  Ben couldn't help himself, he kissed her back.
   "We're not really trying to be mean" said Alison, a little
apologetically "We're just trying to have fun."
   Ben dropped his eyes to Alison's budding breasts, his face still
flushed, and his penis reinvigorated by Alison's kiss.
   "I love you" Alison whispered in his ear."
   "Get off!" said Ben embarrassedly and pushed Alison away.  He swam for
the other end of the pool, with Tracy and Amy swimming after him.  Alison
didn't move from her spot.
   "Amy?" called out Victoria.
   Amy swam to the side of the pool and peered over towards Victoria,
hoping she wasn't going to get a telling off.
   "Can you get dressed darling and take over from Emily on watch.  She'll
be upstairs somewhere, at the front of the house.  It's only for half an
hour."
   "Okay" said Amy climbing out of the pool.
   Victoria looked over at Paul and Wendy again.  Paul lay on his front as
Wendy rubbed sun cream into his back, working her way ever closer to his
lovely bottom.  Paul wore a contented smile.  Victoria also noticed Alan's
continued vigil, and Kevin's continued sulk.
   Alison was at one end of the pool on her own, inactive and looking a
little sad, while Tracy chased Ben at the other end.  Victoria wondered
what had happened, and decided that perhaps it was time that Alison and Ben
had some time to themselves.  She regretted not sending the two of them off
on watch rather than Amy, but that was done now.
   "Kevin, Tracy, come out of the pool please" Victoria shouted over "You
two could do with some sun."
   Kevin climbed out of the pool as sulkily as he had inhabited it, and lay
on the grass, face down.  Tracy climbed out too, equally resentfully, and
lay down in a similar manner, but not near Kevin.  Ben, all alone at his
end of the pool looked back at Alison and wondered why she'd given up the
chase.  Slowly, he made his way towards her.
   Amy's entrance broke the awkward silence that had remained with Emily
and Dave.
   "I've come to relieve you, I'm on watch now." said Amy.
   Emily began to rise.  She looked down at Dave's bed again and stopped,
kneeling up.
   "Can she watch in another room?" she asked Dave.
   "Um, next door, in Christopher's room" said Dave.
   "Watch from next door Amy" said Emily.
   "Uh, okay" said Amy with a knowing expression.  She turned and left,
closing the door behind her.
   "Why did..." began Dave.
   "I wanted us to stay here, in your room" said Emily "It's nice here."
   "Oh, okay" said Dave looking round a little nervously.
   "Were you uh, going to...  you know?" said Emily.  Dave did know, he'd
been thinking about nothing else as might have been obvious from his
eponymous trouser bulge, if he'd been stood up.
   "How do you want me?" asked Emily.
   "I...  uh..." mumbled Dave blushing now.
   "Is it going to be bare bottom...  or...  do you want me naked?" asked
Emily not meeting Dave's eye, her own blush deepening.  Dave tried to
imagine Emily in both states, and he just couldn't imagine either.  Despite
years of dreaming about a situation like this, the actuality of it, with
Emily inviting him with such candid words, his imagination fled him and he
was reduced to stuttering embarrassedly.
   "Uh, I...  " he said.
   "Probably naked then.  Given what I did" she volunteered.  So as not to
prolong the agony any further for either of them, she quickly pulled her
top off over her head.  She brought her hands round behind her back to undo
her bra, and that quickly fell to the bed as well.  Dave stared at Emily's
beautiful breasts, his mouth open and his tongue hanging out.
   Still kneeling up, Emily undid her skirt and let it slip down revealing
her pink knickers.  She manoeuvred it off without glancing in Dave's
direction.  She shuffled to the side of the bed and climbed off.
   "How uh, do you want me then?" she asked, standing next the bed, her
hands clasped demurely in front of her knickers.
   Dave stared, speechless.
   "Probably best over your lap" said Emily "If you swing your legs
around."
   Very slowly, Dave swung his legs round and off the bed so that he was
sitting on the edge.  He was painfully aware of the raging hard-on
uncomfortably constrained in his pants.
   "Do you want to pull my knickers down or should I?" asked Emily, the
words almost impossible to force out.
   "Uh, you uh..." said Dave.
   With a great sigh, Emily pushed her knickers down and stood up again
with them still at her ankles.  Dave stared at Emily's pussy, and he licked
his lips.  She was naked, in his bedroom, something he had never imagined,
and the reality of it was paralysingly exciting.
   After a short delay, she draped herself over Dave's lap, feeling sure
that she would be stood there all day if she didn't take the initiative. 
She settled herself comfortably and stared at the patterned carpet,
wondering what this was going to feel like.  She had remembered Victoria
and Paul spanking each other for pleasure the other evening and she felt
certain it would quite different to receiving a spanking at home.  She just
didn't know how different, in what way different.  She waited with a
mixture of anticipation and trepidation.
   Dave stared down at Emily's beautiful curving back, and at her naked
bottom presented so invitingly to him.  He just didn't know what to do with
it.
   "Are you going to spank me then?" asked Emily growing a little impatient
in her apprehension.
   "Um..." said Dave as he brought a nervous hand down to her bottom. 
Emily tingled and shivered as his hand came into contact with her naked
flesh.  She closed her eyes and stifled a moan as he stroked her bottom.
   "I forgive you" he said quietly.
   Emily's heart swelled and she felt a wave of warmth swim though her "You
should probably still spank me though" she said gently.
   "I...  I don't want to hurt you" he said.
   "Maybe it won't hurt" she said hopefully "Maybe it'll just be nice."
   Dave stared down at her bottom, his eyes wide and his mouth still open.
He nodded slightly and raised his hand.  He began the spanking very gently,
bringing his hand up and down softly and barely making a sound with the
impact.  Emily squirmed just a little at the pleasant contact, and she
allowed herself to moan softly in response.
   Encouraged and emboldened, Dave began smacking a little harder.  The
feel of Emily's bare bottom under his hand was exhilarating.  The
compaction of her glorious buttocks, the snappy sound of impact, and
Emily's moaning responses were exciting him beyond measure and the
discomfort in his trousers was growing proportionally.  He began to get
carried away, partly by these physical sensations, but also partly at the
thrill of having Emily over his lap like this, under his control, in his
power, and the sense was flowering in him that he could do with her
whatever he wanted.  His hand rose and fell more swiftly, with more impact,
and Emily's moans and squirms turned to a more urgent wriggling and gentle
shrieking.
   Dave suddenly came to his senses and realised what his doing.  He
stopped spanking right away and bent to kiss Emily's back.
   "I'm sorry" he said "I'm sorry, are you hurt?  Did I hurt you?"
   Emily lay panting, tears rolling down her cheeks and a comfortable
stinging warmth in her bottom.  She had guessed right, this wasn't like
being spanked at home, this was something very different, something much
nicer despite the discomfort.
   "I'm okay" she said quietly "Are you okay?"
   Dave put his hands on her arms and tried to pull Emily up, and taking
her cue from him she raised herself from his lap.  Resting herself back,
her knees on the floor, Emily looked at Dave.  Both of their faces were
flushed.  Dave saw Emily's tears and he was filled with guilt and regret.
"I didn't mean it" he said "I didn't mean to hurt you."
   Emily took Dave's face gently in her hands and kissed him on the lips
"It's okay" she said "I deserved it."
   "No you didn't" said Dave forcefully "You don't deserve anything nasty,
you only deserve really lovely things, beautiful things, things that..."
   Emily silenced him with and another kiss.  She pushed him back on the
bed and stroked his face and chest.  After a short while she sat back again
and smiled at him.
   "It's okay" she said encouragingly "I quite liked it, a bit" she said a
little shyly.
   Dave stared at her "Really?" he asked.
   She nodded and blushed.  To divert attention away from her embarrassment
she looked up and over to Dave's pillow, bit her lower lip, and then
climbed carefully onto the bad.  Lying full length on it, her head resting
on his pillow; she smiled at him.
   Dave stared at her, his eyes roaming up and down her naked body.  He
gazed adoringly at her sweet red face, desirously at her gravity flattened
breasts, and lustfully at her pussy which he couldn't help but notice was
flowering open and glistening with moistness.
   He swallowed hard and felt his trousers stretch just that little bit
further.
   "Are you going to join me?" Emily asked a little apprehensively, afraid
that the whole experience had frightened him; put him off.
   Dave climbed up onto the bed beside her and stroked a hand across her
breasts.
   "Oh God!" he moaned in desperation.
   "Why don't we get you undressed" she suggested, reaching for his shirt.
Dave had shed his socks before Emily had chance to pull his t-shirt over
his head, and she pushed his fumbling hands gently away from his trousers
as she took charge.  She pushed him down on the bed, ensuring that his head
was on his pillow and she knelt up to tackle his remaining two articles of
clothing.
   Dave stared up at her, his love and his lust competing to impress
themselves on his face, and he groaned loudly when Emily opened up his
trousers, releasing the pressure on his caged beast.  Emily wasn't
surprised as she drew his trousers down, at seeing the thing straining
inside, it was no less than she had hoped for.
   As she returned up the bed she stroked up Dave's cotton covered penis
and took hold of the waistband.  She drew his pants down quickly, watching
his erection spring joyfully upwards at the welcome liberty.
   Dave blushed at his nakedness, but in Emily's presence, with her naked
form returning promisingly to him, he didn't mind one bit.  Emily stopped
halfway up Dave's body, and she took his sticky, dribbly penis in her hand
and squeezed it gently between her fingers before stroking it back and
forth a few times.  David threw his head back and moaned loudly at this
ecstatic contact and when Emily brought her lips down to kiss the tip of it
he arched his back and groaned louder still.
   Emily took him into her mouth, licking and sucking on him and Dave began
to thrash about in uncontrolled excitement.  She could feel his heart
beating fast and strong in her mouth, and she felt his penis throbbing with
desire.  She withdrew her mouth and kissed and licked her way up his tummy
and chest until she reached his lips.  She kissed him passionately, as her
hand found his desperate organ again.
   Dave brought a hand to Emily's still warm bottom, but he didn't yet have
the confidence to touch her pussy without invitation.  He kissed her with
all the small skill he possessed.  Emily closed her eyes, and opened them
again beaming lust at him.  With ragged shaky breath she asked "Have you
got any condoms?"
   Dave stared at her.  Why would he?  He'd never...  "No" he said
pathetically.
   Emily sighed, closed her eyes again and tried to take control of
herself.
   "I need to feel you inside me" she said.
   Dave gulped and stared at her.  He had never imagined any girl saying
such a thing to him, let alone Emily.
   "You'd better tell me if you're going to come" she said "Don't you dare
come inside me!"
   She moved down the bed again and before Dave could reply she sat herself
in his lap and manipulated his desperate straining phallus inside her.  She
lowered herself onto it and their mutual gasps merged into one.  She didn't
move then, she just stayed still, enjoying the sensation of him inside her.
It made her feel whole, complete, and she squeezed her muscles to enhance
the satisfaction of it.
   "I'm, going to..." squawked Dave feeling the boiling heat rise inside
him.
   "No!" Emily yelled "Not yet, I'm not ready." She began moving up and
down, clenching and releasing her muscled around Dave's penis.
   "I can't I'm going to..."
   "Hold it!  Just hold it!" said Emily, her face taking on a divinely
blissful expression.
   "Oh God!" yelled Dave as he exploded inside her.  She felt it, and she
knew she'd done wrong.  She felt him pumping, squirting, his seed filling
her dangerously.
   She wanted to roll off, to escape, but she couldn't.  She was frozen in
place by this miracle and the sensations which it caused to flood through
her.  Dave shrieked with each agonisingly euphoric pulse, and he grabbed
Emily's arms, just for something to hold on to.  His back arched, his head
rolled back, and his mouth opened wide with his guttural exhalations.
   Emily held her breath, her body tense, and she waited for Dave to
complete his ejaculation; refusing to move until he had done so.  She
looked down at him and read the ecstasy written all over his body, she was
filled with joy and with love, and still she held her breath.
   Dave's muscles relaxed suddenly, he drew a deep breath and groaned one
final time and his body slumped in submission.  He relaxed his grip on
Emily's arms and after a few moments to control his breathing he opened his
eyes and looked up at Emily.  The first thing he saw was her eyes, gazing
down at him and full of love.  His heart melted and he smiled at her
broadly.
   Only when Emily felt Dave's erection subside, his penis shrivel to
flaccidity, did she roll away onto her back "Kiss me" she said weakly. 
Dave turned to his side, lifted himself on his elbows and kissed her
lovingly.
   Emily brought her hand across his shoulders and pulled him to her.  Her
other hand came down between her legs and she stroked herself.
   "Make me come" she said.
   "How?" asked Dave in doubt.  She stared at him in disappointment.
   "My fanny, lick it, stroke it, my clit, just do it, for God's sake" she
said in desperation.
   Dave was shocked.  He had no idea girls had feeling like this, had
desires like this.  He thought it was only boys that wanted sex, and girls
were forced to submit in order to keep them happy.  But there was no doubt,
her expression, her tone of voice, were both engorged with lust.
   "Hurry!" she said.
   Dave shuffled downwards quickly and he stared at her pussy.  Emily's
hand was already withdrawing as he arrived.  She was open, fully open, and
wet.  He brought a hesitant had down and felt the warm wetness of it, smelt
the aroma, and he stroked from top to bottom.  When she gasped loudly at
his contact with her clitoris, he remembered the importance of this swollen
knob of flesh and teased it for a little while.  Holding his breath, he
lowered his head and brought his tongue to bear.  After a short lapping
motion he brought his head up again.
   "There's all this stuff coming out" he said distastefully.
   "You put it there!" she said in reply.
   "Oh!" said Dave and slowly returned to lapping.
   "Breasts" she said curtly and urgently.
   Dave brought a hand up to her breasts and stroked and squeezed at them
while his tongue played with Emily's clitoris.
   "Ow!  Ow, ooooooohhh, ow!" yelled Emily suddenly as her whole body
quivered and shook with the force of her orgasm.
   "Stop!" she yelled at Dave who was still licking and stroking.  He
pulled his head back sharply and watched as her body trembled violently,
and she continued to emit "ooooh, ow!" noises.
   By the time Emily reached up a hand to stroke his face, wearing the
sweetest of smiles, Dave was rock hard again.
   "Don't tell Victoria you came inside me without a condom" said Emily
finally breaking the silence.
   "Oh God!  Are you going to get pregnant?" he said his face falling at
the disastrous realisation.
   Emily turned her head away and stared at the curtains "Wouldn't you like
me anymore if I did?" she asked.  Dave remained silent, trying to turn it
all over in his mind.  How the hell was he going to tell his mother he'd
got a girl pregnant?
   Emily turned her head back to face him, disappointed and a little
angered he hadn't answered.
   "Like that is it?" she said sharply.
   "No, I...  uh, I don't know...  I mean, I'd have to marry you wouldn't
I?" he said.
   "Have to?" asked Emily "I wouldn't want you to do something you didn't
want to do."
   "No, that's not what I mean, I mean...  I don't know what I mean.  It
doesn't matter anyway" Dave mumbled in a rush "I love you and that's all
that matters, whatever happens...  pregnant or not, it makes no difference
I'll still love you.  Forever!"
   Emily let a tear roll down her cheek and she turned to look at the
curtains again.
   "Don't be silly" she said.
   "I'm not...  I'm not being silly!" he objected.
   "You're too young to know what love is, it's just lust that's all" she
said.
   "It's not!" he objected again "It's love, it's always been love, before
there was any lust at all.  Before I even knew what lust was I loved you."
   Emily lay staring at the curtains for a little while, not knowing what
to say.  She realised that she couldn't keep this secret from Victoria. 
She needed to talk to her, needed her advice.  Besides she couldn't keep
secrets from her best friend.  She just hoped she wouldn't be too angry. 
She tried to estimate how many strokes of the riding crop it would warrant.
She wasn't sure, but she was pretty certain it would be a lot.  Emily
resolved to try to protect Dave from it, take the blame herself, spare him
the pain.  She turned her head to him again.
   "Give me a kiss you daft bugger" she said as she reached a hand out to
wrap her fingers around his stiff willy again.  
  
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