Message-ID: <3351eli$9708250942@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/3351.txt> From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com> Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 2 Chapter 31-33 of 59 (ff/mf/Ff/Mf/inc,cons,nc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <199708242204.QAA28885@shaman.lycaeum.org> Lauren Gisal Volume Two The following fiction portrays events that will be considered offensive to some people. 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, or if you are considered a minor in your country, then delete this file. 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. Please do not request reposts of this material. Constructive criticism is welcomed. Chapter 31 They caught their one o'clock plane and arrived home as darkness fell just after six thirty on Sunday evening. Elizabeth was home, watching television with Jamie as they dragged their suitcases into the house. The evening news was grim, and as they listened Lauren realised that they were lucky to have any electricity. The gloss on her assignment in San Falino was fading fast; the uncollected sacks of rubbish she had seen in San Serra now making sense along with the darkened villages they had sped through. The news reports showed mountains of rubbish collecting in village squares, with local residents walking past with dirty handkerchiefs covering their faces to ward off germs. Gustav translated as much as he could, saying that state schools had closed because of a holdup with their funding. They watched in silence, their weekend dampened by the apparent suffering of the population. The Nationalists were scarcely mentioned, bringing Lauren to believe that the majority of the problems would have materialised with or without their assistance. They ate in the dining room, pleased for once to be all together, even if it was only until the morning. Both Jamie and Emma went to bed before nine o'clock. Lauren sensed that Elizabeth needed to talk to her, and waited in the kitchen by the sink. "Lauren, it's as we feared. The country is becoming ungovernable. You know there's a general strike starting next week?" "Yeah, I heard on the news" said Lauren. "Even if it's short, the country is in such bad shape that the situation will be very volatile. People are already hungry. Soon you'll see pictures of sick babies who can't get milk or medicine. The papers will love it." "Election or not, there will be problems" said Gustav. Elizabeth turned to her, touching her shoulder. "We have no right to keep you here, and think it's best if you return to Switzerland as soon as you can" Lauren was shocked. The idea of returning hadn't even crossed her mind. "But Emma and Jamie, who'll look after them?" "We'll find someone local. If it came to a war then we would quite likely become refugees. Neither Gustav or I would fight, obviously, and we could only move away on foot until we came to Venezuela or another friendly country." "The trouble is, that's what everyone else would do as well." added Gustav. Without a second thought, Lauren looked straight at Elizabeth and stated her wishes. "Elizabeth, I want to stay. I know I don't fully understand the dangers, but I could never return without knowing that you were all safe." She listened to her words, wondering if she had really said that, so sincerely, so defiantly in the face of reason. Elizabeth and Gustav opened their mouths, about to protest in unison. Lauren held up her hand, imperiously demanding silence. "Anyway, I have a Swiss passport, just like you all have. They won't do anything to us, will they?" Gustav looked at Elizabeth thoughtfully, then raised his eyebrows questioningly. "What would your father say?" he asked. "He'd say do what you wish, but he'd give me a long lecture beforehand." "Then this is the deal" he stated, a sudden authority in his voice. "You call him and talk to him. I'd like to speak to him as well. If we all agree that you may stay, then you shall. I know Elizabeth and I - and the children - would be delighted." They made the call, catching her parents on their way to Church. The line was crystal clear, as was the sense of anxiety that her father conveyed. He chose his words carefully, for the first time in her life counseling her rather than telling her, and passed her across to her mother. Lauren felt a lump in her throat as they talked about nothing in particular. The neighbours, their phone calls with Nikki after she returned, and her brother's escapades at his first job. Gustav and her father talked, Lauren desperately trying to piece together the words he must be using from the conversation. Eventually, she spoke again to him, and they agreed that she would stay. She would also investigate ways out of the country, and tell them immediately if the airport closed. Her father knew a number of ways to move people around the world diplomatically. She would also telephone more regularly - at least once a week. Finally, Gustav and her father spoke, briefly, before they hung up. "Well, are you still sure you want to stay?" asked Gustav. "Yes, of course!" said Lauren, without hesitation. "Oh good!" exclaimed Elizabeth, hugging her close. "My dear, I think the first thing is to show our appreciation by letting you know that we want to pay you three hundred dollars a week from now on. I know that you can't spend it on much here, but we really are grateful!" "And we really mean what we say about escape routes. Elizabeth and I will make sure you have access to enough cash." he said, sitting down at the table. "We can give you a cash card to our house account. That normally has about five thousand dollars in it. You can use that for food or whatever is required." "I'll talk to some people at the Embassy and see what evacuation plans they have. There's usually a plan or two ready to roll in case of local problems." Lauren sat down with Gustav. Now she had given her word that she would stay she felt a little shaky. What surprised her was the unending gratitude of Elizabeth and Gustav and what they would do to ensure the safety of herself and the children. The emotion and danger of the situation slowly dawned on her as they continued to reassure her. Half an hour later, she wished them good night and crept off to her room, drifting off to sleep with thoughts of war, the dangers of staying in the house if problems did arise, and a feeling that she had truly become part of the Rivera family. Chapter 32 Choosing what to wear proved to be the most difficult task for Lauren on Saturday morning. She wanted to wear something that would encourage Felix as they had a stroll through the local hills, but nothing that would shout 'take me now'. She knew that attack from mosquitoes was also a possibility so long sleeves were best. Jeans and her father's shirt won, with a full bra that would emphasise her shape under the loose fitting shirt. She showered and washed her hair before dressing and having breakfast of fruit and coffee. The doorbell announced his arrival at exactly ten o'clock, and she swept out of the house and into his car while waving to Elizabeth with a slice of melon. She grinned at him cheekily, aware of her behaviour. "Where is it that we're going? I know you told me before" "Up to the lookout. It's a twenty minute drive west of here, along the coast." Lauren sneaked a glance at him. He wore shorts, trainers and a sports shirt that hadn't been selected for fashion. He drove well, negotiating obstacles (and other road users) with ease and anticipation. Peasants turned at the approach of the car, stood stationary in the road and watched as they passed by, covering their faces as the dust swirled in their wake, rough country life reflected in their drab, heavy clothes. Goats and chickens also seemed adept at taking refuge, ambling out of the way at their own insolent pace. She had decided that their relationship would go at a normal pace. That is, a normal pace from what she knew of other people. Whenever she had found someone sexually attractive, her past history had revealed that she made love to them very soon after meeting them, and that was one trait of her character that she wanted to change. So far she had allowed him to kiss her on the cheek after lunch. Maybe this time they would go a little further. The road became a track, then a series of joined up potholes until he told her that he didn't want to go any further. He maneuvered the car under the canopy of the forest and slipped the keys into his pocket. The path, which he seemed to recognise, led away from the road into the green expanse of trees and vines. Lauren noticed the distant shouts from animals and the background noise of nature at large. Rather than finding snakes dropping from overhead branches and spiders webs across her path, the environment was civilised, pleasing. A bird screeched out in front of them, beating furiously into the upper branches, while butterflies flitted through the bushes, landing on leaves, soaking the sun as they flashed their colors. "This is the jungle?" she asked, watching him walk steadily in front of her, the path only wide enough for one. "Hmm, the beginning. The undergrowth gets thicker later, but we can avoid most of it." The walked for another ten minutes, the silence following them as distant sounds fell quiet and started again as they passed. Lauren was warm as the humidity prickled her skin. Once or twice she slapped at her neck with the palm of her hand, thinking that a bug had bitten her. Level ground and firm footing was replaced by a slight incline, making it necessary to lean forward. She felt her thighs complaining, and stumbled once or twice on the roots of trees. She blew out her cheeks nosily, glancing up from the ground at his back and thick muscles. "OK?" he asked. "Can we take a breather?" "Sure, we're almost halfway!" he said, leaning against the decaying trunk of a tree. "What? Another half an hour of this?" she asked, eyes aglow. "Yep. And the next bit is pretty steep. You'll be fine." Lauren sat down on the ground next to the tree. "What did you say was at the top?" "That's a secret!" She knew she wouldn't be able to go very much further. Her legs ached, and she had found it difficult to keep up with him already. They rested for about fifteen minutes, chatting about the jungle, the effect of logging, and what might lie in the future for San Falino. The economy was in poor shape and hardwood was a valuable commodity that might prove irresistible to a weak government. "Come on then, let's go!" he said cheerily. He offered her his hand and pulled her up, then continued to lead the way, tugging her with him. Lauren smiled at his strength and the feeling of being on wheels, scooting over the ground with less effort than normal. Their hands were hot and sweaty. He gripped her tightly as the ground became steeper and they resorted to actually climbing over rocks and branches. The occasional animal scurried across their path, causing Lauren to slow and assure herself that whatever it had been was not life threatening. Ten minutes later she was in a foul mood. Her right arm ached from being jerked every five seconds by Felix as he tugged her along like a child's toy. Her shoes were full of soil and her feet were hot beyond belief. She knew her hair was tangled because she had left half of it on branches along the way; her white shirt was wet from the heat of the jungle. But most importantly, she had been climbing the stupid rocks for hours and still hadn't seen anything except his bottom and the dust from his boots. "Almost there!" he said, giving her an almighty tug. "Ohh, shit, that hurt! "Sorry." 'Almost there' turned into two minutes, then four, then ten. The trees were thinning slightly, and she could feel the temperature dropping as a breeze blew onto her face, cooling the dribbles of perspiration. Fifteen minutes later, she was ascending almost vertically up a ten foot cliff face, watching Felix and his footholds. "I can't do this. This is stupid!" "You can do it. You're there!" "Shit!" she said, losing her footing. Tiny pebbles dropped to the floor. "Take my hand!" Felix pulled her painfully up onto the ledge and pushed her against the rockface. They moved along the ledge as the last of the trees disappeared, and then he led her onto a plateau. "Oh my God!" she shrieked. Below her, seemingly thousands of feet below her, was a scene of immense beauty. The golden coastline stretched as far as she could see, dotted with small coves, sandy beaches and tiny islands. The clear water glistened and shimmered under the sun, revealing the natural reef around the shore. Small fishing boats were just visible, silently plying between the islands. It was as though someone had taken dozens of travel brochures and stuck them all together to make the most picture perfect scene imaginable. She looked back at him and saw he was grinning proudly, embarrassed almost as he looked at the ground. They sat on top of a flat rock which seemed to have been hollowed out several inches by the wind and rain, forming a naturally reclining chair big enough for five or six people. Lauren knew she had tears in her eyes, and wiped them away with the back of her arm, streaking her face and shirt. They stared silently for an age, watching the boats and gulls - even the occasional container ship bound for the Panama canal. "Felix, it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!" "I'm glad you made it. I thought at one point you were going to go back." "It crossed my mind!" She leaned towards him. She had wanted to kiss him, but instead he simply put his arm around her and pulled her a little closer. They were both hot and sweaty but Lauren could feel the cool breeze working wonders on her face. She leaned back to let it blow through her hair, unconsciously pushing her breasts out towards the sea. She felt him looking at her shape and his arm tighten around her very slightly. Resting on his arm, she laid back while managing to watch the silent ocean below. "I'm glad we came up here." he said, watching the tiny white waves roll onto the shore. "I suppose you bring all the girls here?" "No, I've only been here once, with my father. It was the last place we went together before he died" "Oh, Felix, I'm sorry" she said quietly. She meant it, cross with herself and her flippant remarks. "That's OK." He fell silent. The sun shone but was countered by the breeze. Lauren thought about the journey back, and how they would almost tumble down the mountainside, then reverse tracks along the path before arriving back at her house. Perhaps they could stop in Boquette square and get a drink. It struck her that she hadn't been out - other than with the children, since her arrival. The simple idea of going out for a drink excited her, pleased her deeply as she watched the world from her mountain top. She looked up at him, peering out to sea. Noble, studious, distant. Her hand slipped over his chest and across his face, turning him towards her. Her eyes closed slowly as he neared, her lips parted, rewarded by the warmest of kisses. The kisses of friendship, not lust or passion. Building slowly, on firm foundations, as they settled together in the dip of the rock, eyes closed, breathing slowly, hands away from areas that might be considered premature. He turned back to the sea while she wrapped her arm around his waist, slightly surprised with being presented by a view of his back. She wondered if he didn't like the way she kissed, or perhaps her breath still smelled of garlic from the previous day. Reassuringly, his hand found her bottom and pulled her against him. "I love this spot. It's magic, like being in an airplane suspended above the world." said Lauren. "Sometimes you're supposed to be able to see Venezuela from here, about a hundred miles away." He turned back to her, a look of pleasure as his eyes took in her breasts and tight jeans. Leaning down, he kissed her lips once again, running his tongue just once along her upper lip. Lauren brought her hand around his neck, pulling him closer, blocking the sun from her eyes. Her legs shifted to find greater comfort as his hand caressed her face and moved across her neck and shoulders. As their embrace intensified he held her waist, nibbling her ears, then kissed down her neck and into the open collar of her shirt. Lauren giggled in an attempt to keep the proceedings light-hearted. She felt him undoing the buttons of her shirt and offered no resistance. Her own hands found the single button to his and tried in vain to undo it. Defeated, she pulled at his shirt, tugging it from his shorts. Lauren knew that either now or later they would make love. Her self-imposed orders echoed in her mind. She would not make love to him today, even though the idea of being naked on the top of the mountain, making love on the ancient stone like some sacrificial rite excited her. Maybe they would explore each other's bodies, but that was it. She was going to have to compromise, having led him this far. His hand unclipped her bra in one practiced movement, allowing her breasts to wobble free. As he moved lower to kiss her nipples, she felt his hand seeking out her pussy between her legs. She stiffened, warning that he had reached the end of the line for now, but he failed to read the message. Her nipples stood erect, caressed by his lips and the breeze as he once again pushed between her legs, searching for her zip. "Uh uh." she said, shaking her head. "I'm afraid it's the wrong time" "Oh, sorry" he said, looking foolish. He lay back against the rock, still touching her breasts, a final feel before she took her toys away. Lauren leaned over, looking down at him, his dusty hair tousled by the climb and her hands, his little boy bright eyes glinting up at her. He touched her breast, cupping it as though it was a trophy, twirling the nipple with his thumb. She kissed him, pushing him back against the rock, then sat up almost kneeling. Slowly, with her eyes on his, she undid the remaining buttons of her shirt, letting it drop to the ground and slipped her bra along her arms. He admired her, firm and tanned on top of the mountain, queen of the jungle and all she surveyed. Her hand trailed south from his shoulder, gathering his shirt and pulling upwards to reveal the hairs that led from his stomach down underneath his shorts. She pulled it as he lifted himself up so that his nipples were exposed to her lips and teeth. He grabbed her head, content now to watch, feel and marvel as Lauren licked him in circles, gradually teasing lower and lower. Her hand moved along the waistband of his shorts, darting occasionally underneath as she smoothed and stroked. He brought his knees up, parting his legs and turning towards her as if to hurry her in the right direction. She felt his thigh and dabbled her fingers along his leg and returned to search the depths up his trouser leg, touching his underpants and the warmth of his balls. He raised himself right off the rock, thrusting up towards her as if he was about to come. Lauren pushed him down as she worked the button and zip, her lips catching up with her fingers as she kissed the covered length of his rigid cock, adding her saliva to the damp spot on his underpants. She nuzzled into his stomach, rubbing her breasts over his hard cock, her nipples sending pleading messages that she resolutely ignored as she realised that she was enjoying this unusual situation. As she kissed his navel he moaned deeply, raising his hips once again, watching her tongue teasing the hair above his underpants. And then, obviously to his utter relief and joy, she ran her hand over his cock once or twice, then slid his pants down his thighs, exposing his cock to the world from the highest point in San Falino. She rubbed it against her face, shocked by it's warmth and the fluidity of the body within the thin skin covering. The foreskin rolled back at the slightest touch, the top of the purple bulb glistening with excitement while the underside was dry, throbbing and angry. She flicked at it with her tongue, turning so that he could watch as her tongue took the precum and spread it over her lips. She smiled, giggled, realising that he might think she did this sort of thing for a living. She looked up at him and kissed her way to his mouth, reassuring him that her attention was free. Returning to his cock, she pulled the foreskin back up again between thumb and finger, then gripped him in her fist and started long, steady strokes. Lauren shifted between his legs, pulling his shorts to his ankles. With her free hand she gently cupped his balls, hinting with a finger below, pointing to his anus. She watched his stomach ripple with pleasure as she felt the sun and his eyes on her breasts. He spread his legs even further, flattening his knees against the rock as his hands held his inner thighs tightly. She moved round, back to where she started, kneeling alongside him with his cock in her right hand. She again cupped his balls, leaning down occasionally to kiss the wet hot bulb, all the while maintaining a steady stroke. She marveled at the pent up power in his body, the straining of his muscles and the grunting from deep inside, the total disregard for his own decency. She grabbed his balls harder, pushing against the entrance to his asshole, and stroked quickly. His right hand grabbed hold of her shoulder, the nails digging into her skin while his breathing quickened and his thigh muscles trembled. He raised himself slightly off the rock, trembling now with every heartbeat, until he shot a stream of cum low across his stomach, over his shoulder and behind his head. Quickly followed by another, and another. Great white streams of cum, not spurts. It was like a tap was being turned on and off at regular intervals. Lauren continued to stroke, trying to sense the moment where his cock became sensitised and painful. But the spurts continued, covering his stomach, hitting his face and chest with streak after streak of his seed. He groaned loudly, the breath escaping between clenched teeth. Cum flowed over her hands, more shooting out with every stroke. She changed her grip, squeezing him tightly as the spurts became fewer, shorter, until he slumped back against the rock, holding his head in his hands as though it might come off. Lauren surveyed the scene, aghast at the amount of cum that had spattered his body, the rock and her hands. Cum continued to drip down from the wide slit in his twitching cock, down his length and over the dusty pubic hair of his balls. She wiped her hand on her shirt, then used the shirt on her breasts, removing the trail of cum that had landed just to the side of her dark cleavage. Felix laid there, eyes closed, head rolling gently from side to side, cock slowly falling onto his thigh, thick and sticky. It was several minutes before he sat up, touching her back, silently thanking her. "Hey, you must have saved that for ever!" she said, genuinely impressed. "I'm sorry. Really. It happens only when girls do it." He looked at her with a shy, young-boy look on his face that rapidly disappeared as he analysed his words. "I mean, there's not so much normally. You know!" "Why apologise? I'm flattered. I think!" said Lauren, arranging her shirt on the rock to dry. She looked down at his cock, still twitching. It was long and thin. She decided that she wouldn't make a comparison between him and Jim, or anyone else and Jim from then on because it was quite meaningless. And anyway, while Jim might have made her come almost every time, he also hurt her as frequently. On a number of occasions she discovered she had bled slightly after they had made love, and that could lead to problems. It was just at that moment that Lauren had an idea, a novel idea, of exactly where she would like to sample that long, thin cock in the near future. Lauren pulled his underpants and shorts back up for him once he had cleaned himself as best he could with a handkerchief. She kissed his cock once for good measure before pulling his clothing up tight. They rested, savoring the last of the afternoon and the magnificent view. Twenty minutes later, they began their descent, arriving back at the car without incident within the hour. Felix parked in Boquette square as Lauren had suggested. The villagers turned to look as the young couple slammed doors shut and headed for the restaurant, hand in hand. The small tables were laid for four people, their red tablecloths sticky from previous food, the torn plastic menus barely readable in the candlelight. Felix ordered tortillas and salad along with a glass of the local wine. He spoke Spanish well, and the general hubbub of the residents slowly returned as they leaned towards each other and made small talk. The giant yellow sun sank between the tiled roofs; houses lit up with pale yellow lamps. The village hushed as dusk turned to darkness and people hurried home under evening stars. Dogs curled under tables, lights came on as lizards scurried across the walls and the cicadas chanted their meaningless racket. They talked about trivia, Lauren's face bright in the light from the candles and glowing from the day's sun. "I want to travel" announced Felix, leaning on the table. "Around the world, slowly. You can get tickets that let you stop off anywhere for about a thousand US Dollars." "Yeah, I thought about that once. It's just that if you go round slowly you need money for hotels and food." "But I could decorate and do odd-jobs. Sleep in a tent somewhere." "Oh brilliant, and get robbed blind in each country, or get ill." she said, warming to his ideas. "I know people who've done it!" he said,. almost indignantly. "My friend from college. He stopped in India for four months and made it OK through Burma and Tibet and into Thailand." "I wouldn't want to do it. Not for four months. Not unless I knew that once a week I could have a bath and curl up in a nice soft bed. I think I'd die without that!" "He curled up in a lot of beds in Thailand!" "That's crazy. You read so much about it being a disease capital!" said Lauren seriously. "He used protection all the time" "I can't understand why people need to go to prostitutes." said Lauren. She knew she didn't believe that for a moment, but in her mind it was a good position to take. "He said before he went that he wanted to do it with two girls at once!" "And did he?" asked Lauren, shifting on her chair. "Yeah, I think so." He looked down at the table, embarrassed by his honesty and the admission. Lauren's thoughts drifted off, re-enacting the two-girl scenario. She grinned. "Don't they call it a something-or-other sandwich?" She put her hand to her mouth as she laughed at her forwardness. "I've no idea. I think it's so disgusting!" said Felix theatrically. Smiling, he leaned towards Lauren and took her hand. "Can I see you again?" he asked, quietly. "I think so." she replied. She studied his face as he looked around the square. "Felix, how old are you?" "Twenty-five last month. What about you?" "Nineteen, twenty in October!" "Then we should start celebrating right now! Let's order" He turned towards the restaurant bar. "Senor!" Emma was, as usual, waiting by her window for their return. Felix came up to the door with her and they kissed. She parted her legs slightly as she leaned against the front door, allowing him to slip his thigh between as she rubbed very slowly, a trailer for the next installment. She rubbed his stiff cock once more through his shorts before slipping into the house and waving good-bye. She turned up towards her bedroom. " He's so nice!" "Emma, what are you doing up?" "Nothing. I want someone like that who'll kiss me at my door when he brings me home in his car." said Emma. "Go to bed. It's late." Chapter 33 Three days later, Lauren gladly succumbed to Felix's daily phone calls and agreed to cook dinner for him at the house. She was still unsure what he did for a living although he was knowledgeable in commodities and sugar in particular. But he always seemed to have time for her, a flattering feeling that was uplifting and caused her to grin to herself during her little daydreams. His company did much in her mind as well to balance the wrong she felt when she thought of her experiences with Emma. Lauren was fully aware of the problems she was storing up for herself and spent much of her daydream hours trying to weigh up the wrong of loving Emma against the right of having Felix as a boyfriend. She was sure that the two could be considered as canceling each other out, and so promoted every discussion with Felix when Elizabeth called for her daily status report. So Elizabeth was kept completely up to date about their relationship, and made the effort to inquire about his health each time she telephoned. She would always change the tone of her voice to be less commanding, almost conspiratorial as they discussed Gustav, Felix and men in general. Her support gave Lauren an even greater feeling of being part of the family and eased the occasional pangs of home-sickness. "What's it tonight. Lasagna?" Felix asked, shutting the front door behind him. "Or something else from the depths of Europe?" His eyes followed her figure, her tanned legs and the tight shorts as she led the way to the kitchen. He was dressed similarly in a cool short- sleeved shirt and white tennis shorts. "Nothing wrong with European cooking, you know. You can always have tortillas and bread." she said in mock anger. He followed her into the kitchen, positioning himself tight against her as she faced the sink to wash the salad. He nibbled at her neck as his hands found her waist, exposed beneath her father's shirt that she'd tied together in a knot at her navel.. Lauren leaned back against him, allowing him to kiss her neck. His hot breath tickled her ear, bringing out goosebumps on her arms. "Hey, stop it!" she laughed. "Not in front of the children!" The amusement of the comment hit her and she giggled loudly. The meal consisted of local meats, lettuce and other salad vegetables, pickles and a cold consommé. Lauren refused to cook when the temperature outside approached three figures. "Now, I want you honest opinion on this cake. I baked it this morning and you have to try it." Lauren pushed the knife vertically down into the center of the brown mass, pursing her lips as she cut out towards the edge. "Looks good!" suggested Felix. Lauren cut a huge slice and passed it to him on a plate. She watched him intently as his fork hovered over his slice. "Aren't you going to have any?" "Course!" she replied, cutting a much smaller piece. They made their way barefoot along the cool hallway; Lauren sensed the apprehension between them as they prepared to take their relationship to a new, more intimate level. She could hardly use the 'wrong time of the month' excuse if she suddenly decided that she didn't want to make love to him, and she couldn't think of a halfway point between their previous sexual encounter and making love that might be acceptable. Thinking time ran out as she opened her door and led the way through to her lounge. The sofa was just about large enough for two people to sprawl out comfortably, so Felix laid back in the far corner, his arm draped along the back as Lauren arranged herself so that she could see the television and lean against him. His arm folded around her shoulders and he pulled her close, thanking her for dinner once again as they watched an imported American comedy. The program was far from funny and she concluded it must have been sent to San Falino as part of an ancient trade dispute. She was comfortable, and sleepy after the dinner. Nestling against him more closely, she felt his hand drop down from her shoulder and onto the side of her right breast. His fingers toyed with her firm flesh, searching out and failing to find any hint of a bra under her father's cotton shirt. The deep peace of food and comfort aroused her, making her stretch out occasionally, pushing back against her man. Her elbow grazed his shorts, sending confirmation that he was indeed erect and ready for action. But still he kissed her only occasionally, making his advances very slowly, over-cautiously, until Lauren decided that she wanted to speed the evening up. Lauren swung round as the program mercifully ended, and facing away from the television, arranged her legs over his. Her skirt hitched up very slightly allowing him to see her tanned thighs as she laid back against the other end of the sofa. Taking his cue, his hands absently explored her legs, starting as close to her feet as he could reach. Lauren was pleased with the result of her shift, and thought about bringing her feet up onto his end of the sofa, but decided that that would have been too forward and she therefore simply laid back, closed her eyes and waited as his hands became more adventurous, tripping back and forth, closer and closer to their mutual goal. She smiled gently as his hands wandered over her thighs, his hand nudging her skirt slowly higher as his fingers dared deeper between the soft warm skin of her legs. She wanted to shout out, demand that he feel the heat building inside her knickers, but held back as he once again paid attention to her feet and shins. His hands pushed hard underneath her back as he slid into the middle of the sofa, pulling her up so that her back arched before letting her float back down again. He tugged at the knot of her shirt, quickly undoing it and letting the two sides drape over her hips as he ventured to the lowest button, flicking it deftly before moving to the next. After each button he caressed her stomach, thighs and darted closer to her knickers, now brushing the elastic edge around her hips, feeling the soft material with his fingers and the bare skin underneath. The final button came undone and his left hand crept underneath her shirt and found the swelling of her left breast. He climbed the firm hillock and caressed her nipple with the flat palm, delighting Lauren and giving her true cause to celebrate. Again she pushed her chest into the air and this time Felix pulled her up with his hand supporting her back. Higher into the air she soared until his lips found her nipple and gripped its hardness. Lauren groaned and cupped her breast, pushing it harder against his mouth, offering it for his attention and her pleasure. He moved quickly to the other, pushing her shirt away roughly as the moment seized him, pulling her up towards him, her firm breasts bobbing proudly as the blood rushed to her head. His grip relaxed slightly, enough to allow her to sink back and lie on his thighs. But his exploration had only just started, and now, buoyed with confidence of the licence granted him, his fingers traced the shapely line between her legs, slowing only slightly before finding the wet, warm gusset of her knickers. "Felix, let's get more comfortable, eh?" She led him from the lounge, wobbling slightly as the room spun and her sense of balance normalised. Her bed was already made, the pink silky bedspread pulled up over the pillows and cotton sheets. They laid down together, Lauren resting on an elbow while Felix pushed the shirt off her shoulders. He pulled her down onto the bed and smiled into her eyes, cupping her breast as their lips met. She could taste the salad on his breath and feel the coarseness of his thick hair as she pulled his lips hard against her own. She slipped her long legs around his, pushing her knee towards his groin, her thigh confirming that he was erect. That movement caused him to moan appreciatively as his kisses traveled from her lips, down over her cheeks and neck towards her nipples. Again he took them in his mouth, biting very gently before kissing the young flesh and sending a shudder through her body. She clenched her thighs together, restricted slightly by his legs but enough to confirm that she was indeed very wet already. She dearly wanted to touch herself, more to reassure her innermost desires that help was on its way than anything else, but she refrained, content for the while to allow Felix to carry on his trek southward. She opened her eyes momentarily, watching him, his eyes closed and his tongue flicking at her proud nipples. She gripped his head and barred his way from returning up her neck. He caught the message and slid further down, pecking gently at her stomach as his hands traveled between her thighs, finally cupping her vagina. She groaned with pleasure, and parted her legs involuntarily, aware however that she was for some reason extremely aroused and more anxious than she could remember to be satisfied. She rolled slightly onto her side to allow him greater access as her own hand stole gently along his waist, over his bottom and up the legs of his shorts. She touched his underpants, pulling at the elastic as her fingers sought the hardness beneath. Retreating momentarily, she fumbled with the button of his shorts, moving on in desperation to the zip, and finally back to the button as she tried in vain to free him. His hand left her pussy and flicked the button quickly. She felt him grin as he kissed her stomach.. She giggled. "Thank you" she whispered, looking into his bright eyes. He slid up towards her and caressed the side of her face, pushing his hardness against her hand. "You're welcome." Lauren slowly pulled the zip down as far as it would go, pleased to feel his stiff cock on her way. Her nails ran along his entombed length, traveling slowly until she felt the dampness of the tip. She felt behind him, pulling the shorts down over his buttocks and, as he lifted himself off the bed, down over his legs. Felix's hand returned to her pussy, finding the channel between her labia, rubbing the soaked cloth from her clitoris down to her anus. She could feel the tremors building rapidly, her stomach bubbling in anticipation and her heart pumping blood in response to sudden demand. She took his head in both hands, and while she knew she was being forward, couldn't have cared less as she pushed his head down past her navel and felt the soft touch of his tongue through her knickers. She groaned contentedly, sure now that he was receptive to her suggestions and unlikely to be offended by her command of their sexual adventure. She was rewarded with the feeling of his tongue snaking underneath the gusset of her knickers, teasing along the length of her wet labia, up to her clitoris and down past her vagina and onward to her anus. She made a mental note of his explorations, delighted with his courage but anxious to feel his length in her hand and eventually her pussy. She grabbed his cock roughly, pushing it down as she held his underpants, rolling the skin over the heady bulb before seeking out the top of his pants and infiltrating underneath. The wetness surprised her. She grabbed his underpants and tugged hard, pulling them down to his thighs in two quick motions, then returning to grab his weapon as though it might disappear. But she calmed down, sure now that it was only minutes before she would feel him knocking at the door to her sex, pushing deep into her and releasing the pent up demand that she had rarely experienced. Both his hands grabbed her knickers, and as he knelt between her legs, cock bobbing at her face, he pulled them down to her ankles, keeping them there with one hand. He pushed her feet back towards her head, revealing her pussy, squeezing the lips together gloriously as he descended once more, kissing the backs of her thighs and tonguing his way down her buttocks and over the wet lips. He pulled her feet towards her bottom, causing her legs to spread, then pushed her legs farther apart, straining the young tendons as her pussy lips opened beneath her and his hands gripped her thighs, ensuring that she was exposed as his tongue sought out her vagina. Her knickers stretched at her ankles, but his hands and movements ensured that they remained there. She looked up, straining her neck to see his long tongue teasing her, darting into her depths, strings of her juices attached to his tongue as he pulled back and dived again for more. Her breathing was irregular, her heart beating rapidly as she knew that a massive orgasm was brewing within her soul. As though indicating that he had permission to do anything, she thrust her hands between her thighs and gripped her buttocks, pulling the cheeks apart as her fingers found his tongue, her clitoris and the entrance to her dark secret hole. As though possessed, he rolled her over, pulling her knickers back up her thighs until they stopped at her buttocks. Her pussy ground into the bedspread as his weight forced her deep into the mattress, his hands exploring her back, massaging her shoulders. Kisses rained down on her neck, causing her to shudder. He laid down on her back, his cock resting on her buttocks as he ground around above her, kissing her ears and licking her neck. "Lori, you're so beautiful." "Please, oh God, make love to me, please!" she shouted. She felt him descend slowly, his cock nestling into the deep valley of her firm buttocks, as he writhed on top of her, guiding his cock into the cleft. The tip touched her anus and she froze, sampling every sensory input at a crazy rate. She felt like a twelve year old schoolgirl, knickers down as though it was a dare, not showing her sex but just as thrilled by the potential exposure. The early experiments with her pussy and bottom, the smell of youthful games with girlfriends, comparing non-existent figures and fantasising about married naked lovers of the night. She clenched her buttocks together, gripping him until they again rolled over. She threw the knickers off and pulled him between her legs, checking that his cock was indeed rampant and straining to be let off the leash. He leaned over her, bracing himself as his cock rested against her entrance. She slid down to meet him and squealed as the first couple of inches slid into her. Lauren opened her eyes, looked up at him and brought her legs up and over his back. Her pussy was hot, soaked with her anticipation and rippling as he pushed further, sliding in and out in a smooth action that was gentle and authoritative. She murmured her approval as he increased his depth, sinking into her until his full length was safely inside. She arched her back slightly, the outline of the bottom of her ribcage clear beneath her tight stomach, either side of the gentle line of her muscles that ran from between her breasts, past her navel and pointed to her sex. As her orgasm grew, her head whipped back and forth, her head burying into the pillow as he thrust deeper and harder. She strained to watch, her neck muscles taught, aching, her mouth agape and the cries of pleasure silent but understood. His movements were fluid, predictable, deep and very arousing. She thought of Jim and her fantasy of him and her brother. She whined constantly like an injured dog, squeaking with each thrust. Her stomach lurched with her vaginal muscles, gripping him tight, extracting every inch of stimulation as her orgasm grew. It marched out from its beginnings, around in her consciousness until out of control, pillaging her senses and dragging her off brutally to thrash her mind with white, silent pleasure. He pumped regularly for almost a minute as Lauren gripped with all her might, her breathing suspended and her mouth open foolishly. Finally, a rush of air and a groan that gave Felix cause for concern filled the room. But another wave was on it's way and she had no time for the reality of the moment. Gripping his buttocks, she pulled his cheeks apart, finding his anus and teasing his hole. His rhythm faltered as he groaned, giving her confidence to wet her fingers from her pussy lips and mouth, then circle the hole once again, pulling him deeper inside herself as her middle finger penetrated his hole. Almost instantly his pumping changed pace, frantically thrusting at her as his cock bulged dangerously inside. She pushed inside him, matching her rhythm with his until she felt him jerk hard into her, stop, and then take up the pace once more with long, measured thrusts that warmed her and filled her to the extent that a small stream of cum emerged from her pussy and covered their thighs. He continued to come, pushing and bulging as the stream grew and his head sank onto the pillow beside her shoulder. He kissed her neck, pumping irregularly now as she loosened her grip on his buttocks and slowly pulled her finger from him. He winced as the last half inch emerged, licking her ear with thanks while her legs returned to the bed. They rolled onto their sides and touched each other reassuringly, his strong cock still inside. Lauren's eyelids fluttered as she looked at him, the dumb grin on his face saying everything she needed to know. As he slipped out of her, she had an urge to feel between her legs and scoop up the cum that she knew was there. But instead, she lay gently next to him, tracing patterns in the hair of his chest as she watched his cock subside, the cum matted in his pubic hair. They kissed for several minutes until she slid off the bed, retrieved her knickers off the floor and skipped into the bathroom. She turned as she shut the door and looked at herself in the mirror. Never had she seen so much cum. Not only had it dribbled down both her legs but somehow it had even become smeared over her stomach and breasts. And still her gaping pussy seemed to be oozing with the creamy white liquid. She touched herself, spreading it over labia and circling her fingers over her bottom, pushing occasionally and introducing it to a new home. She smiled, resting one foot on the side of the bath and re- examined herself. She was still so aroused it was frightening. It had been so sensuous, so satisfying and she knew why immediately. There had been no concerns about being hurt, of bleeding afterwards because he was too big. She had been able to accommodate him fully and concentrate on her own satisfaction. She sat on the toilet and decided that she didn't want to urinate, so she simply wiped herself with a flannel and rinsed away the evidence. Pulling her knickers back on, she tip-toed back out into the bedroom, anxious to kiss and cuddle and share the warm afterglow of their lovemaking before they both fell asleep. "Oh...Where are you going?" she said, stopping halfway across the room, her hands covering her breasts. "I have to be up at four to talk to London. Potentially big sale tomorrow morning." he replied, putting his other shoe back on. He glanced at her quickly before leaning over the bed for his shirt. "Can't you stay?" she asked, watching him dress. "Not tonight. I'm sorry, really. Just it's a big deal that we're doing." She slumped onto the side of the bed. The idea of his going home that night simply hadn't entered her head for some reason. She had reasoned that one of the ideas of getting away from her parents house was so that she could have overnight visitors without lurking around the town in disguise. Deciding to make light of it rather than have an argument so early in their relationship, she touched his leg gently. "Perhaps you didn't like me?" she pouted, her voice and mannerisms like a little schoolgirl. He grinned. "You're beautiful. And I wish I could stay, honest." "Gonna call me tomorrow?" she said, pushing a finger into his leg. "Course!" He leaned over and stroked her cheek. They kissed, falling back onto the bed, his hands finding her breasts and teasing the nipples back to attention. He kissed her tenderly, slowly until she felt the insatiable voice of arousal announce its presence once again deep within. She pushed him away. "Go on, before you turn into a toad!" He stood, fastened his belt and waved as he pulled the door closed after him. She heard the car start and move off along the gravel driveway. She swung off the bed to check that her own door was shut tight and felt the dampness of her knickers again. Grinning, she opened her underwear drawer, pulling out the fresh pair that she knew she would need. In the bathroom she stripped, amazed to see a trail of cum both over the gusset of her knickers and on her fingers as she gently felt her swollen pussy. Once again she ran the water until it was warm, then wet her flannel. Sitting on the toilet she cupped her pussy with the flannel, enjoying the warmth that spread slowly between her legs. Determining once again that she didn't want to wait all night, she patted herself dry with a towel and slipped on the new underwear. Lauren lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, assessing her latest acquisition.. She had a new boyfriend. He cared for her. He went home. He made love nicely. He seemed to be adventurous in bed. . He made her come easily. He comes by the gallon. 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