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Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (18b/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
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Lauren Gisal
****Warning - Disclaimer for your protection ****
The following fiction portrays events that will be considered offensive
by some people in that graphic scenes are described of sexual
intercourse by teenagers, adults, with and without their consent.
Later chapters deal with punishment. If you are offended by such
material then read no further and delete this file. You will note that
by way of the plot and characterisation that there is no intent to
condone or encourage similar behaviour. Indeed, it is clear that the
story serves as a warning.
The author hereby permits the redistribution of the attached material
on the understanding that it is not for financial gain and it is
credited to the author, Francis Dashwood.
Chapter 18b
Her dreams flitted from Jim to her brother, and their one and only
love making session. She wondered what he was doing now, lying in
the next room. Perhaps he was also staring out of the window,
playing with his cock, running his hand up and down as he thought of
Nikki or even herself. A surge of excitement ran through her stomach,
reaching her vagina at the same time as her hand found the beginning
of her sex. The little hairs had certainly grown back, not completely
but enough to allow her to tweak them between her fingers. Lauren
needed satisfaction and debated whether to risk going next door to
her brother's bedroom and joining him for some fun. She looked at
the clock beside her bed and saw it was past eleven, too late to prowl
around the house without getting caught. Her middle finger explored
the crevice between her pussy lips, teasing her clitoris and then
probing down past her little opening towards her bottom. A
wonderful idea came to her.
She pushed back the sheets and shrugged off her pyjama tops,
followed by the trousers, leaving her naked in the moonlight. She
walked over to her dressing table and took her hair brush, checking
it's contours and imagining it inside her. She compared it's width to
Mike and considered it quite thin. It was reminiscent of Kristal's
vibrator although not as long and she giggled to herself as she
wondered if there was such a thing as a vibrating hairbrush. She tip-
toed across to the window, and ran her hand across her pussy lips,
pleased to feel that there was the familiar sticky feeling of her inner
lips already. She brushed the little hairs as though introducing her
pussy to a new friend and slowly pushed a finger inside herself,
checking that the handle of the hairbrush was not going to be too
wide. The thought of someone being able to see a naked thirteen-year
old in the bedroom window excited her, giving her extra impetus as
she licked the handle liberally and offered it to her pussy.
Very slowly, she pushed it in, finding it difficult and somewhat
concerning that she could not really tell how far it had entered. Her
thumb rested halfway along the handle, and when she felt it touch her
pussy lips, she judged that she had entered about two inches. She let
the brush squeeze out, it's handle slick from her saliva and natural
juices. Lauren experimented with the angle of the brush as she bent
slightly in the pale light. Moving in and out was difficult, until she
realised that by placing one foot on her desk, she could have all the
room she needed. Steadying herself against the wall, she increased
the speed of her efforts, producing a whole new feeling inside which
percolated upwards, warming her and causing her stomach to flutter.
She could feel her orgasm beginning inside her vagina, slowly but
surely, even though she still had concerns about pushing the brush in
too far. She pulled it out, moved over to her dressing table again and
dripped a little Baby Oil on the handle. She administered a little over
her hands and rubbed the lotion over her vagina in slow, lazy circles,
ensuring that every inch of her sex was oiled.
Lauren realised that she would be unable to orgasm standing with one
foot on her desk, so she lay back on the bed, spreading her legs, and
parting the lips of her pussy with her left hand, as the brush entered
again. She moved her thumb further down towards the bristles,
breathing heavily as the remaining few inches disappeared inside her.
The oil combined with her internal efforts provided a heavenly mix,
the brush gliding smoothly in and out as her breathing increased. She
thought of Jim, his kisses through her knickers, the exploratory
tongue, and the gentle and loving way in which he had pushed his
massive cock into her. How his stroking had built up once she was
used to his size, and how he had whispered to her as she felt her
orgasm build.
Her left hand dropped down to rub her clitoris, massaging the oil
around the proud little bud, as her thoughts returned again to how he
first entered her. Her orgasm was approaching, her muscles
contacting involuntarily as she raised her bottom off the bed with her
weight on her feet and put her left hand underneath her bottom to
support herself. Her stomach muscles tightened as her thighs pushed
her body up to meet the thrusting brush. Now past the point of no-
return, she frantically pushed the brush between her legs, oblivious to
pain, remembering how as she came with Jim, how he had nibbled
her ears. The middle finger of her left hand found her anus and
pushed firmly into the little hole The orgasm grabbed her
consciousness as she collapsed back on the bed with wave after wave
of pleasure. She pulled her legs tightly together against her chest,
leaving the brush trapped, protruding behind her as she rolled onto
her side and buried her face in the pillow. Lauren held the brush
feebly, moving it sideways as she worshipped the intensity of her
orgasm.
She lay there for several minutes, toying with the brush, before rolling
onto her back and slowly extracting it. The plastic handle felt slippery
to her touch as she explored how far the oil had spread over her sex.
She was interested to feel the oil around her anus and rolled the
handle of the brush over the little hole, noting the different feeling it
created. Turning the brush, she offered it gently to the entrance,
pushing slightly to overcome any initial reluctance. It penetrated only
half an inch before Lauren decided that the handle was spreading her
muscle uncomfortably and a dull pain threatened to protest against
the invasion. She dropped the brush and put her middle finger against
the hole, pushing until it was allowed access. A warm surge of
pleasure met her finger, increasing as she pushed deeper. Lauren felt
a mixture of revulsion and curiosity as she encountered resistance,
then satisfaction as she realised that she could push her finger no
further as her knuckles were against the cheeks of her bottom.
She removed her finger and wiped it on her pyjamas as she pulled her
top back on. Naked from the waist down, she pulled the covers over
her, leaving the trousers inside the bed by her feet. As she curled up
on her side, the moon disappeared behind the clouds and she slept.
End of Chapter 18b
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