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Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (12a/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 18 Jul 1997 16:54:27 GMT
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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 12a
Saturday 25th July
Two days later, Lauren's parents announced that Grandma's flat now
had a useable spare room, and they would be spending the night to
speed up the downstairs decorating. Their father once again
ceremoniously loaded the car with tools, paint and now wallpaper,
shouting good-bye up the stairs to the two children. Their mother
fussed as usual, running through the instructions for heating their
meals for the third time until she too wished them farewell.
Mike suggested to Lauren that they should invite Patrik and Nikki
round to watch the film that afternoon, but Lauren was reluctant to
see Patrik.
"He's OK, Lori, he's a good friend"
"Yeah I know, but I don't want him to think there's anything
permanent, you know"
"OK, what about Nikki?"
"Yeah, I suppose so, I'll give her a call" said Lauren, dialing . The
girls had a brief conversation and it was clear by the conversation
that Nikki was keen on the idea of seeing the remainder of the film,
especially if lunch (and Mike) was part of the deal. Lauren put the
phone down, smiling at the thought of seeing Nikki again, and she
felt much happier than earlier that morning, when she thought
seriously about asking if she could go with her parents to
Grandma's for the weekend. It seemed only moments before Nikki
burst through the back door, clutching a shopping bag, smiling and
giving Lauren a hug.
"I may have to go back after lunch to help my Mum get ready for
some people who are coming for dinner, but she said she'd ring." said
Nikki, switching the kettle on. She took both Lauren and Mike by the
hand.
"What happened to the house rules then?
"In a minute," said Lauren, "Nikki, can I tell you something upstairs,
just for a moment?"
Lauren looked at Mike. He looked at little hurt even when she
winked at him as she left the kitchen. Upstairs, she shut her bedroom
door and sat with Nikki on the bed.
"What's so secret?" demanded Nikki.
"I'm not sure where to start. It's difficult. I met someone who
showed me so many things, and made me feel so good that I just
know that anything else won't be anywhere near as good."
"What's his name? Do I know him?
"No, Nikki, it's not a him. It's a woman"
"What!? Someone from school?"
"No, she's actually married, sort of. She's getting a divorce at the
moment." said Lauren, glumly.
"Don't be dumb! Are you crazy?" Seeing that Lauren was deadly
serious Nikki thought for a while looking at her friends downcast
eyes. "Tell me what happened".
Lauren related her journey, the dress and the Champagne, the music,
the bath and the feeling of the silk against her skin. And while Lauren
may have omitted some of the intimate details, Nikki was able to
piece together the parts to understand what had transpired that
afternoon.
"Did you enjoy it?"
"God, yes"
"Did it hurt at all"
"No"
"So what's the problem? Tell yourself you were acting like in the
film. Lauren, from what you've told me, I would like to have been
you. Honestly."
"Really?"
"Really."
Nikki took her hand. Lauren smiled, an enormous weight lifted from
her shoulders.
"Come on, regulation dress only. If I lie on the bed, can you help me
off with my jeans?
Lauren smiled, wiped away the smallest of tears and undid the
buttons of her jeans. Laughter rang out from the bedroom when
Lauren confessed that she would to have to wear her Barney the Bear
T-Shirt as nothing else was the right length. Happily, they returned to
the kitchen.
"Hey, what's all these clothes then? Eh?" shouted Nikki, pointing to
Mike's jeans. The girls descended on him, rubbing their hands
against the tell-tale bulge as they pulled his jeans to his ankles. They
then pulled his underpants down, watching his cock spring upwards,
noting that the foreskin was already rolled back exposing the purple
head.
Lauren and Nikki fixed the lunch just in case her mother rang early,
and ate quickly in the kitchen, before taking iced lemonade through to
the lounge. Mike made straight for the sofa again at the opposite end
from the TV, with Nikki taking up a position next to him, her feet
curled up under her bottom. Lauren sat in the armchair on his left,
slightly forward of the sofa, and operated the remote control.
Jane was back again, walking aimlessly through what appeared to be
the garden of a house. She wore a pair of white shorts and a bright
red T-Shirt, her dark hair still miraculously in place. Her lipstick was
without a smudge even though she had had sex with most of the
patients and doctors in the space of a few hours, according to the
film. Lauren thought that Jane looked a little dim, and concluded that
she would be surprised if the girl would ever remember anything. She
looked across to Mike, noting that his cock was already rigidly
standing to attention, pulsing. She smiled at him and watched the
film, wondering how the girl just walking through the garden could be
so arousing.
A man dressed in shorts and a sweatshirt approached her, took her by
the hand and showed her into a gymnasium, pointing out the
apparatus and offering her a leotard. There was a short scene of Jane
stripping naked except for her white shoes and socks, and playing
with her breasts in the changing room, before emerging to meet the
instructor in the gym. He demonstrated how to touch her toes, and
watched Jane's attempts, helping her bend further, running his hand
over her bottom. He stood in front of Jane, so that she couldn't help
but notice the bulge in his shorts.
A tall, muscular woman joined him, also dressed for exercise, and
began touching her toes in time with Jane. Moving across to a two
foot high wooden horse, Jane was asked to lie down. Quickly, they
others bound her hands and legs to the horse with ropes, parting her
legs and letting her head roll backwards over the edge of the horse.
Her shouts were quickly muffled by a sweat-band tied over her
mouth, and with one quick movement, the instructor took hold of the
top of her leotard and pulled it hard, splitting it down the middle and
exposing her breasts and stomach, while Jane continued to shift and
squirm against the tight bonds that held her limbs.
Lauren inhaled sharply, leaning back in the seat, her legs stretching
out as her head recoiled slightly at the film. The woman was now
kneeling, rubbing the instructors pants as she pulled them slowly
down to reveal his massive cock which after a cursory glance entered
her mouth, her tongue lapping around the great bulb as he held her
head in his hands. The woman then stood at Jane's head, facing her
feet as the instructor helped her off with her leotard, allowing her to
step forward so that her vagina was directly over Jane's mouth.
Lauren slid to the floor and crawled over to her brother, slightly
afraid of what she was watching and in need of company. She nudged
in between his knees, resting her arms on his legs. Nikki moved
closer to Mike, running her hand over his thighs, gently touching his
balls and the base of his cock. As he moaned, Lauren arched her back
and looked at her brother. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead
while Nikki kept hold of his cock. Nikki began a lazy movement with
her hand wrapped around him as he leaned back against the sofa and
watched Jane's head being squeezed between the woman's powerful
thighs.
Jane had the remainder of her leotard torn from her, not in one easy
stroke this time, but in what looked like three or four painful
attempts. The scene changed to a close-up of the instructor standing
between her widely parted legs with his cock in his hand, pushing it
against Jane's vagina which looked dry and unyielding. The position
of her legs, tied tightly to the side made his attempts almost futile,
and so he took hold of a pair of ropes that happened to be lying
nearby, and tied one to each ankle. While the woman still restrained
Jane between her legs, he hitched the ropes over a beam and pulled,
loosening her bonds so that her feet were hauled up higher and
higher, further and further apart until her bottom was off the wooden
horse, twitching in mid air, and her vagina was open for the world to
see. Lauren had to admit though that she had a very cute bottom, and
could just see a little red birthmark on her left cheek.
The instructor returned to position himself between her legs, roughly
pushing two fingers into her vagina in a crude attempt to induce some
lubrication. He then skewered her on his cock, shoving himself in and
out as Jane made frantic attempts to scream. The woman bent over
her and slapped her breasts hard, causing the long nipples to extend
to an unnatural length as tears rolled down the side of Jane's face and
into her hair.
All the children were clearly shocked by what they saw, and Lauren
moved uneasily on the floor, at times digging her nails into Mike's
knees. The slapping by the woman increased as heavy red welts
appeared on Jane's stomach and breasts, her head thrashing from side
to side as the man leant forward and slapped her face as she tried to
scream. Nikki had stopped toying with Mike's cock, and sat there
transfixed by the sight of poor Jane being subjected to the torments of
her captors.
"I think we should look at another bit" said Mike, aware of the girl's
discomfort.
Lauren pressed fast forward, relieved that she had the ability to skip
over the most gruesome and painful parts of the film. It appeared that
Jane's trial and subjection to punishment knew no bounds and lasted
for many minutes. Lauren was convinced that even as the video shot
past their eyes, she could see blood and scenes of whipping with Jane
hanging from hooks in a wall, several other naked people then
appearing to pull her legs apart as the blood appeared and continued
to spread everywhere. Eventually the scene faded to black, a snowy
effect marking the end of the film. Lauren put the remote down, took
a gulp of her drink and looked at Nikki.
"The first bit was OK, but I didn't like that"
"Yeah, not exactly a turn on" said Nikki, looking at the screen.
Suddenly, a caption flicked unsurely onto the screen: `Lolita'. Nikki
looked very surprised, clearly unaware that there was more after the
end of the previous film. This time there were no credits, titles or
introduction. Two schoolboys and two flat-chested schoolgirls were
in a bedroom, cuddling on a large bed, both boys with their hands
inside the blouses of the girls. Both girls were smiling, talking in a
foreign language. The film focused on one stunningly pretty blonde
girl and her partner as she rubbed his trousers, pulling down his zip
expertly while kissing him passionately.
Within seconds she had his thick cock out of his trousers, sliding
down to take it in her mouth as she turned her face so that the camera
could show the purple end disappearing into her mouth and pushing
out the side of her cheek with each stroke. The poorly cut film
jumped to a scene of the blonde, who had no breasts except for two
slightly enlarged nipples. She unbuttoned her blouse and allowed the
boy to remove her jeans as she lay back on the bed, smiling in
anticipation. The boy kissed her thighs, spreading her legs to allow
him to kiss her vagina through her knickers.
Nikki was enthralled as she unwound her legs and leant against Mike.
Lauren pushed her head backwards as she sensed the two children
behind her becoming more intimate. Mike put his left hand on
Lauren's head and the other on Nikki's thigh, slowly working
towards her vagina which had been wet for almost half an hour. The
boy on the screen now had his tongue under her knickers, running up
and down her hairless pussy as he held her bottom in his hands. Nikki
pulled her T-Shirt over her head, not waiting for anyone to help her,
and pulled Mike towards her breasts, guiding him until he had her
nipple in his mouth, sucking nosily above the moaning from the film.
She spread her legs and put her feet on the sofa, as she directed Mike
to the floor. Lauren moved to the side as he took her right knee while
Lauren held the other. Mike felt her hand on his head as she pulled
him between her legs, pulling his face into her wet pussy, rubbing his
nose against her clitoris and causing the fleshy hood to rise up to
reveal her little pink bud.
Lauren maintained her hold on Nikki's knee while pushing her left
hand under her bottom, seeking out her anus and hoping to push her
thumb into her vagina at the same time. Through Nikki's half opened
eyes she saw the girl in the film push her knickers to her knees as her
young man entered her and the camera zoomed into close-up. As
Mike found her clitoris, Lauren also managed to enter her anus,
pushing hard at first, but using less pressure as the tight channel
relaxed to welcome her. Nikki gripped the back of her legs, pulling
her feet off the sofa as she started to breath quickly, her face
reddening as she saw the boy stroking in, out, in, out, the end of his
cock visible on each stroke as it parted her pussy lips and sank back
to her obvious delight.
Lauren felt Nikki's anus contract as she bucked harder and harder,
causing the finger in her anus to move as she demanded. She let out a
long loud moan as she pulled her legs as wide as possible, milking the
tongue on her clitoris and the fingers inside her for every drop of
pleasure that was to be found. Mike kissed his sisters thumb, still
inside her tight hole and was amazed to see a string of saliva and cum
stretch between Nikki's clitoris and his tongue as he pulled away.
Lauren slowly removed her hand as Nikki curled up on the sofa with
her arms round her knees, naked and satisfied.
As the film continued, Lauren and Mike sat side by side on the floor,
watching as the boy withdrew and came over the little girls stomach
and chest. In the background it looked like the other couple were
entangled in a sixty-nine position so that the girl could see the cum
shooting over her friend. Suddenly, the phone rang, causing Lauren to
scramble for the remote control and freeze the picture of a cock
dripping with cum. She picked up the phone.
"Hello? Oh hi, just a minute" said Lauren, glancing at Nikki. "It's
your Mum!"
Nikki reached over and took the phone, pulling the chord so that she
had to move as little as possible.
"Mmm? Now? Oh, can't I do it later?......Please? ....... Oh, OK, I'll
be there in about ten minutes," said Nikki returning the phone to
Lauren, "I have to go, my Mum needs help for tonight, and I did
promise to help. But not this damn early! Sorry!"
Nikki grabbed her T-Shirt and pulled it over her head, as Mike and
Lauren took their glasses into the kitchen. Nikki wandered upstairs to
dress as Lauren took her habitual position on the bar stool, pulling her
T-Shirt down to cover her thighs.
"Shall I take the video away? asked Nikki poking her head round the
door.
"Might as well, we can always see the rest some other time" said
Lauren with a sense of relief.
Nikki gathered her things, gave each of them a quick hug and
mentioned that she would try and see them the next day. As she
closed the door, Mike smiled at Lauren and leant against the worktop
next to her.
"Are you OK? You seem a bit strange today" has asked, frowning
slightly.
"Oh, I'm OK, just didn't really like that part of the film, you know."
she said, looking at her knees.
"You seemed a bit quiet before the film, I thought"
"I've just been doing a lot of thinking lately. Especially since you've
come back home. I'm so pleased you're here" she said, tears welling
up in her eyes. "You're so good to me, and it's really great that we
can be like this" she said, looking down at his rising cock. She gently
took it in her hand, running her hand down and underneath his balls.
Mike moved round to stand in front of her, gently easing her knees
apart as he ran his hands along her thighs.
"Your hair is growing back again"
"I know, it itches sometimes"
"Have to get rid of it again"
"Not yet. I'll leave it a while" said Lauren, feeling his warm cock
expanding within her hand, straightening as she moved her fingers
delicately along its length. "God, it's stiff already" she said, touching
the top of his cock with her fingers. She continued, mesmerised by
the sight of his erection, flattered by the feeling of total trust they
shared, warmed by the closeness of his body.
"Mike, something happened to me a couple of days ago, at a girl's
house. I have to tell you."
"What, are you OK?" he asked, genuine concern in his voice.
"Course! She made me feel so good. She sort of, just, I don't know,
just loved me. It's difficult to describe. It was so easy, and slow and
.. It was like pure luxury, just for an hour or two."
"Who was it?"
"It doesn't matter. I sort of knew her from a while ago, but I went to
her house and we talked so much that it just seemed OK, you know?"
she said, looking up at him.
"Better than with boys?"
"I don't know" she said, looking back down. Mike's cock had the
tiniest trace of cum which Lauren's hand spread around, pulling the
foreskin down slightly as he pushed himself closer to her. She looked
up into his eyes, his hands moving up from her waist to her head,
taking her T-Shirt off in one movement. They embraced. Lauren put
her hands around his neck, pulling him closer to her as their tongues
met, his hands now finding her taught nipples and massaging them
with his thumbs. They kissed, her legs holding him tighter in their
grip as his cock now touched her body. She broke away from his
embrace reluctantly.
"She washed me in the bath and lay me down on her bed, and when I
came I thought I was having a heart attack or something."
"Lori, but that's lovely"
"Is it?" She shrugged her shoulders and looked down at his huge
cock in her hand. "I want to experiment, but part of me says it's
wrong. I'm so confused. I should be looking out for boyfriends, not
girlfriends!"
"Are you seeing her again?"
"Probably" She felt his cock pulse from the base, jerking upwards as
it expanded in girth. She peeled the foreskin back slowly, watching as
it revealed the width of the bulb and then continued without her
assistance until the complete, throbbing end was exposed. It shone in
the kitchen lights. "I want to wash you" she said, rubbing a finger
between her pussy lips and bringing it back up for him to savour with
his lips.
He looked at her for some time, watching her lean back on her
elbows against the kitchen worktop, eyes closed. Her breasts
flattened very slightly as her ribs showed through her young body, the
brown wavy hair cascading down over her shoulders. He leaned
forward as she brought her legs up around his waist, allowing him
closer so that his cock rested on her stomach.
She looked up dreamily through half opened eyes, aware that he was
only inches away from being inside her. She debated, slowly and
rationally, what she wanted and what she would do. Lauren argued
that she had seen him naked, had seen him having sex, for God's
sake, had helped to make him come over her body. Moreover, she
had teased and encouraged him in the kitchen for some time and had
to do something. Only a small feint voice reminded her of the
boyfriend she had found, of moral standards and future problems that
intimacy might bring. The feeling of the base of his cock rubbing over
her clitoris made up her mind. She reached out and pulled him
towards her, closing her eyes again as his lips touched her own. She
felt him pushing her hard against the worktop as his weight flattened
her taught nipples and his warmth confirmed she had made the
correct decision.
Without waiting for his response, she slipped off the stool from
underneath him and disappeared upstairs. Mike heard her turn on the
bathwater before entering the toilet. He gulped down a mouthful of
lemonade and waited for the sound of her footsteps, anxious to go
upstairs only when she was ready. He sat on her stool, his cock
bobbing slowly as the blood coursed through his veins. The dull ache
that had been simmering previously now became true pain. His rock-
hard manhood throbbed with every heartbeat, sending signals each
time as though some sort of overload had been reached. He took his
foreskin and pushed it back over the bulging head as far he could,
playing for a while with the stickiness that he found at the tip. He
realised that he had never been this huge before, and wrapped his
hand around his shaft to record it's size. He returned his attention to
the tip of his cock, spread the sticky liquid around, and tasted it to
satisfy his curiosity before wiping his fingers on his leg.
He understood what she wanted, had no doubts about what it would
lead to, and as he walked to the kitchen door, felt in his heart that he
could find no wrong in their intentions.
Within ten minutes, he was sitting in the perfumed bathwater, his
back to the taps, looking at his sister as she washed her hands in the
bubbles.
End of Chapter 12a
Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (12b/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 18 Jul 1997 16:55:18 GMT
--------
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 12b
"If you stand up I'll wash you first, then you do the same to me, OK?
Mike stood, his cock jutting out proudly from his stomach, his balls
hanging loosely down beneath. Lauren took the soap and knelt in
front of him, pulling his foot onto her thigh. She soaped in between
his toes, up to his knees and around the back of his shins, noticing
how much firmer his legs were than Kristal's, and how many hairs he
had already. She turned her attention to the other foot, repeating the
ceremony and then continuing up his thighs, around to his bottom and
finishing with his balls in her hand. With a flannel, she rinsed him
down, pleased to see the veins in his cock thumping as the blood
provided the strength she yearned for inside.
As she soaped the other thigh, she took his cock and rubbed the bar
of soap over the bulbous end, pulling his foreskin down gently and
running the soap all the way around. Mike held on tightly to her head
and the wall, willingly moving his left foot onto the edge of the bath
when guided by his naked little sister. She pushed the soap between
his legs, lathering his anus until the soap felt sticky and dry. Wetting
her hands, she dropped the soap and took his cock in both her hands,
rubbing slowly the slick length of his shaft. She continued for several
minutes as Mike moaned contentedly with his eyes closed. Lauren
turned him round and asked him to kneel down, head low and bottom
up to expose his anus.
"What for?" he asked
"I'm going to clean all of you, all over"
"No, this is weird" protested her brother
"Hey, honest, it's nice. Please?"
Reluctantly, he bent down and knelt as she had asked, She massaged
the area with soap, ensuring that he understood her intentions. Very
slowly, she inserted her wet soapy finger into the hole, pulled it out,
rinsed it and repeated her actions. His hole relaxed, allowing her
slippery finger uncontended access to the tight chamber. Lauren was
careful not to take him too far, and sensing that he must be
somewhere on the way to coming, she stopped and whispered to him.
"Now it's my turn. Slowly and gently."
Mike turned to face her, pulling her to her feet as he found the soap
and, slightly self-consciously, lathered his hands. He washed her feet
in turn, moving up to her thighs and covering her pubic area
generously with soap. Lauren was pleased that he was in no rush, and
that he was taking care to feel his way around her body and explore
the centres of pleasure. He made no attempt to push a finger into her
vagina, but instead turned her round away from him. Lauren leant on
the end of the bath, her little breasts squashed against the cold
surface, her bottom up in the air, demanding attention. Mike rubbed
the bar of soap through the valley between her cheeks, dropped it and
massaged the area to ensure the hole was slippery. He placed his left
hand on her back and slid his index finger in less than an inch. Lauren
gripped the bath tightly, turning her head to one side on the bath, eyes
closed, mouth open as she murmured encouragement. He pushed
harder, watching his finger disappear into his sister in a wondrous
sight that caused a little cum to appear again on his cock.
With all the time in the world, he copied her actions exactly, cleaning
his finger and making sure it was slippery before reinserting it, feeling
as he did the walls of muscle inside her gripping him so tightly that he
thought he might be trapped. When he was sure that she was clean,
he removed his finger and massaged the cheeks of her bottom.
"Let the water out?" she asked. Taking a towel, she placed it over the
end of the bath, turned and leaned back, watching his cock glistening
with soap as the water gurgled away. "There's some oil by the sink,
can you get it please?"
Mike flipped the cap and passed the bottle to her. As he sat back
down between her feet and faced her, he pushed his own legs
alongside her. She squirted a little oil over each breast, massaging it
over her skin with the palm of her hand. She then led a thick trail of
oil from her stomach to her thighs and back up over her vagina,
allowing it to drip between her pussy lips, down over her clitoris and
disappear into the pink folds of her protruding inner lips. Her fingers
moved sensuously from her breasts, over her stomach to disappear
with the lovely liquid between her long legs. She passed him the
bottle and closed her eyes, her stomach trembling as she waited for
his touch.
"More"
Mike sat up, allowing Lauren to part her legs slightly more. He held
the bottle over her vagina and squeezed as the clear oil drenched her
pussy, collecting around her bottom, making the floor of the bath
slippery. He rubbed the oil over her inner thighs, moving slowly
towards her vagina as his fingers ensured that every inch of her skin
was slippery and oiled for action. She looked at him through half-
opened eyes.
"Let me see you rub it on your cock" she commanded.
Blissfully obeying her orders, Mike got to his knees, held the bottle at
the top of his cock and squeezed, watching the little river run from
the knob, down underneath his cock and disappear within the hair
around his balls. After another squirt, he took his cock in his hand
and pulled the foreskin down, rubbing the knob again with his thumb,
noting the wondrous shine and the way the veins bulged at the
heightened sensitivity of his tool. Lauren moved her feet so they were
resting on the edges of the bath, reaching out for his cock as she slid
slightly deeper into the bath. She guided him towards her gaping
pussy, allowing the tip of his cock to rest at her entrance for only a
second before she slid further.
Mike dropped the bottle and carefully balanced himself as he
withdrew almost all the way and then pushed back in. Lauren held
his arms as she stared at him wide-eyed, his powerful cock filling her
with warmth beyond all her fantasies. He thrust even deeper as she
felt the ribbed veins of his cock meet the tiny ripples inside her and
when he stopped slipping into her she realised that he had
encountered her virginity. He looked at Lauren in amazement.
"Lori. You're sure you want to do this?"
Smiling, Lauren sighed and slid quickly down as her feet left the sides
of the bath. She felt the slightest twinge as he plunged hard into her,
the pubic hair from his balls covering most of her pussy. He took up
the rhythm again, without any rush, stroking in and out as he looked
at his sister below, the expression on her face changing from surprise
to pleasure. The oil spread over their limbs as their excitement grew,
and Lauren wrapped her silky legs around his back, pulling him
tighter into her, his cock growing noticeably in length and girth.
Lauren held on for her life as the thrusting increased in pace, her face
now sweaty and her legs aching from their task of helping her brother
thrust deeply into her pussy. She was groaning now, as Mike plunged
in and out, changing the length of his stroke, withdrawing until he
was fully out and then spearing her unmercifully, as he lowered
himself slowly, pushing her knees into her chest.
Pounding rapidly, Lauren felt her orgasm building, felt him expanding
again and heard both of them breathing quickly in time with the cock
that ground into her relentlessly. He leaned forward to kiss her ear
and as he worked his way round to her lips with his tongue she came,
screaming as patterns of light sparked behind her eyes and her legs
muscles froze in place. Her throat and mouth went dry as her lungs
refused to draw breath and she saw him still thrusting into her, faster
and faster. As the wave of orgasm passed over her, he came violently,
jerking so hard that she was pushed hard against the bath. She felt the
warm flood of semen shooting inside her as he stopped, his arms
holding her so tightly that she thought would suffocate, until he
started pumping slowly, moaning as he came and came inside her
sweet hot body.
Lauren slowly unwrapped her legs and noticed the pain in her
muscles as she released her grip on his arms. Her brother lay heavily
on top of her, still nestling into her ear as they both rolled onto their
sides, his cock still pulsing inside her. Their hair was matted in sweat
and oil, and stuck to the sides of the bath as they caught their breath
and savoured the glow within. Lauren reached down between her legs
as if to confirm that there really was a cock in her pussy and wrapped
her fingers round the base of his shaft. She noted that his balls had
disappeared inside him, leaving crinkled skin where they had been
minutes before. Gently, and under a little protest from his sister, Mike
moved down towards the taps, leaving her feeling empty and alone as
her lips let go of their prisoner and retreated within.
"Help me up, please?" she asked, holding out her hand to him as he
stood up.
Mike took her hand and steadied her as she ensured that her legs
would indeed hold her. She wrapped a towel round herself and stood
on the bathmat as Mike cleaned himself quickly with a flannel,
sensitive to her body language that asked to be alone. He left as she
stared at the mirror, anxious to see if she looked any different. With
the exception of a sweaty face and messy hair, Lauren decided that
there was no difference that anyone would notice. Internally, though,
she knew that she would never be the same, a view hastily confirmed
as she felt a trickle down her leg. She ran her hand over her vagina,
and was not suprised to see a thick white liquid mixed with heavy
traces of blood on her fingers. She raised her fingers to her mouth,
looking closely at the mixture before smelling it and finally tasting it
with the tip of her tongue. She smiled at her experiences of the past
few days, at her discoveries and the growing feeling that being a
teenager was going to be fun.
End of Chapter 12b
Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (13/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 18 Jul 1997 16:53:39 GMT
--------
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 13
Wednesday 29th July
Lauren sat slumped in the lounge watching television. She and Nikki
had just had tea, hurriedly again as Nikki had to get back home to
help her mother. Lauren thought it was about time they had tea at her
place, even if she had to take some food round there herself. Nikki's
mother was an incurably hopeless cook, and Lauren often joked that
she should be presented with a certificate titled `Master Tin-Opener'.
She wondered what she should do the next day, Thursday. Mike had
again gone to stay with Patrik, she didn't want to start her summer
project as that would have spoiled her holiday.
When the phone rang, Lauren hardly heard it above the television.
Whenever anyone called for her it was almost always Nikki so she
was unprepared as she picked up the phone.
"Hi, what's up?" she asked
"It's me, Jim, how are you? I know I promised to call sooner but I've
had to do so much at home" he said, realising that she was expecting
someone else.
"Oh Hi!" shouted Lauren, her heart beating wildly as relief flooded
over her with the realisation that Nikki had lost her bet about whether
he would call her. "I'm fine, fine!"
"I haven't seen you for ten days, four hours and twenty-seven
minutes, you know" he said.
"Silly!"
"What are you doing tomorrow midday? Am I allowed to take you to
the cinema? I'll bring you back before sundown!" he said. Lauren
could hear him smiling. If he had asked her to go to Timbuktu she
would have said yes. She was aware of her mother in the kitchen and
turned her back so that she didn't hear.
"Great, what's on? she asked, thinking about what she had to wear in
her wardrobe. She didn't think that she had anything pretty that was
clean.
"Don't know. We'll see when we get there. See you then?" he asked,
signing off.
"Yeah, tomorrow. Thanks." replied Lauren as she heard the click.
She had wanted to talk longer. She had wanted to talk all night, but
she would have to wait for tomorrow.
Lauren felt that she did have a good memory, but at times it seemed
that things went in and couldn't be found again. So when her mother
asked where she and this mystery Jim were going, it took a little
while to come up with the word `cinema'. Further questioning
revealed `midday tomorrow', but that was it. Lauren didn't know
where he lived, how old he was, which cinema he meant, what they
were going to see and most importantly, of course, what she was
going to wear. Whether these facts were at some time in her head she
didn't know, or care. When she called Nikki she could remember
even less, just that she was seeing him tomorrow and that was it.
Lauren buzzed around the house like a mini-whirlwind, washing,
drying and ironing until she went to bed at about ten o'clock. She
didn't sleep until after one o'clock in the morning, not because she
spent time running her fingers between her legs while fantasising
about Jim, but because she had never been so excited in her life.
End of Chapter 13
Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (14/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 18 Jul 1997 16:54:08 GMT
--------
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 14
Thursday 30th July
Jim was waiting for her, as planned, outside the cinema. Lauren
realised eventually, and told her mother, that there was only one
cinema now in town. Her mother had checked the film schedule and
warned her not to see `Stabbing Frenzy', especially not on a first
date. She had also given her twenty francs and strict instructions to be
back before it got dark. That was only after they had finished a
heated debate about what she should wear. Her mother thought she
had won by convincing Lauren to wear a smart, pale yellow dress,
rather than jeans and a T-Shirt. Lauren had objected until the threat of
reduced cinema money, and had then given way. Lauren thought too
that the dress was probably the better bet, especially as she thought
she had reasonable legs and had some shoes with a heel that would
show off their shape. But to agree publicly would have been in poor
taste. She swirled past her mother at the front door, listened to the
regular warning about strange men, being home on time and
telephoning if in trouble, and then skipped down to the bus stop.
Jim bought their tickets (after mild protest from Lauren) and they
entered the second part of the cinema where an action film was
showing that promised to have all the basic ingredients they needed,
such as a little intrigue and suspense. In addition Lauren wanted
something with romance in it and a happy ending, not that she shared
these thought with Jim. He, however, had alternative ideas.
"If it doesn't have twenty-seven car chases then it's not a good film"
he stated matter-of-factly.
"Do you think `The Pirateers' is going to have many?" asked Lauren
rhetorically, smiling as they sat down towards the back of the cinema.
They engaged in small talk for a while during the adverts, leaning
closer to each other. Once the film had started, Lauren thought she
had lost her man for the duration, but he was attentive, checking she
was still alive every ten minutes. Lauren didn't find it very
interesting, but wouldn't have left for the world. Quite naturally, they
both happened to turn to each other after about an hour at the end of
an action packed scene. They were leaning towards each other and
Lauren's lips parted. Jim drew her towards him and gently kissed her
lips, sending a bolt of excitement through her which left her hands
and toes tingling. He smiled and turned back to the film, taking her
hand in his.
The rest of the picture was lost on Lauren as she basked in her
conquest. Outside, they walked through the streets and into the small
park on the south of the town. Arm in arm, they wandered along the
pathway, passing the ducks and willow trees on the edge of the pond
until they sat down in the long grass by a tree and watched the world
go by.
"Oh, I spoke to my aunt. I told her you were beautiful and a perfect
model. She'd like to see you!" said Jim, turning to Lauren.
"You didn't!"
"I did. Really, she would like to see you. Even if she can't use you it
would be fun to have your picture taken in a real studio, eh?"
"Well....when?"
"How about Sunday afternoon. She's got a cancellation at two thirty
but we have to check just before we leave"
Lauren asked more questions than Jim had answers, but generally she
was satisfied, not just that it seemed real, but that she would be able
to get out of the house that afternoon if her parents were at home.
They confirmed they would meet at the train station at about midday
so that they could find some lunch before the ride to his aunt's.
Lauren was so excited about the prospect. She was even happier
when she caught sight of a schoolfriend walking in the park with her
parents, and made every effort to ensure she was recognised with her
man. That made it a perfect day. Lauren leaned back beside the tree
gazing up at the leaves above her as the heady scent of the meadow
carried her off into her world of dreams. She was aware of Jim laying
beside her, tickling her lips with a long stalk of grass. She felt his arm
slide across her stomach, pulling her towards him, and allowed his
hands to stray along her arm.
He leaned over her, his happy face smiling down as she took his hand
in her own. Leaning down, he kissed her gently on the lips. Her heart
beat so loudly that she thought he would notice, the force of the blood
drumming in her ears as her teenage dreams of romance, princes and
knights in shining armour seemed to come true. She knew that if she
could have bottled the moment up, she would have done so and
labeled it `My first love in the long grass by the lake'. But not if that
had meant missing even a second of its intimacy. He slid down next
to her. She turned towards him and felt his warm breath on her face
and wallowed in the security that his strong arm provided. She
nestled against him, her eyes closed. Their embrace grew more
intense as their hands explored, Jim's resting momentarily on her
small breasts as he pulled her towards him. Opposing forces inside
her mind battled against each other, alternately suggesting that she lay
back on the grass and enjoy, while an equally strong voice counseled
her to wait until she knew him better. The voice of compromise won
the day. She enjoyed once more the feeling of a boys hand on her
chest as he played with her nipple through her bra, and then sat up,
brushing the grass from her clothes. They stood and parted with
another longer, more passionate kiss which left her breathless and
counting the minutes until their next encounter.
She was brought back to earth with a thump when she returned home,
braving intense questioning from Mike and her mother about her
`boyfriend'. Her mother eventually smiled, pleased with the new
radiance in her daughter, and the obvious effect the young man was
having on her. She couldn't remember when she had seen Lauren
take so much care of herself.
End of Chapter 14
Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (15/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 18 Jul 1997 16:55:56 GMT
--------
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 15
Sunday 2nd August
The bus arrived at the town terminus at exactly midday, the air brakes
hissing as it lurched to a halt. Lauren was disappointed to note that a
brief shower that had threatened all morning had picked the same
moment to arrive in town. She looked through the windscreen as she
made her way to the door, trying without success to catch a glimpse of
her man at the railway station across the road. As she left, she opened the
umbrella and skipped over to the station.
She found Jim leaning against the wall, sheltering from the shower that
was gaining in force, water splashing off the cobbled streets onto her
legs. Sandals, she decided, looked a little out of place. They kissed
timidly, providing the reassurance that Lauren needed, and indicating that
their parting embrace in the park had left Jim wanting more just as she
did. He looked at her and smiled, noting that she had chosen to wear a
pale blue summer dress with a floral pattern, trimmed with lace around
the hem, giving a picture of healthy innocence as the dress swirled out
from her shapely legs when she turned. They walked together under the
umbrella, away from the station and up the deserted main shopping
street, gazing in windows and chatting about what they would buy if they
had the money. Lauren relaxed noticeably, surprised again that walking
and talking with a boy was so simple, and all those first lines and wise
remarks that she had rehearsed so often in her mind (and in front of the
bathroom mirror) were unnecessary and would even have been
considered out of place. The shower abated as steam rose off the
pavement, heavy drips falling from the tiled roofs of the buildings. The
main street was colourful, with flags of each of the cantons sprouting
from the shops along with their coats of arms.
Jim led her into a small cafe on the west side of the street, open despite
the Sunday regulations that forbade trade. They took a table in the
window where they were able to watch couples walking past, often hand
in hand, themselves looking at the shops wondering what they might buy.
Lauren felt she belonged in a restaurant now, rather than feeling self-
conscious and out of place as she had before she met Jim. He ordered a
dried beef salad and she chose the same, even though she would have
loved to have tried the lasagna that was the special of the day.
Their conversation soon turned to the studio, and Jim confessed that the
woman wasn't really his aunt, more like a friend of his family that they
had adopted. She had built her photographic business up herself after
leaving university, and had received much acclaim for her model
portfolios from several of the larger fashion houses and glamour
magazines. Even Vogue had run an article on her, depicting her tiny
cottage industry struggling and winning against the major firms like a
David and Goliath contest. Lauren listened in awe, convinced that she
was not even going to have her photo taken when his aunt saw her, let
alone model any clothes.
They ate in silence, Lauren taking tremendous care to justify his decision
to bring her into the restaurant with her etiquette and impeccable table
manners. After coffee he made a call to his aunt, letting her know that
they would be at her station at about a quarter past two. They left and
wandered over to the river at the end of the main street, leaning on the
old railings to watch the ducks squabbling over the remains of bread left
by a group of children, now disappearing with their parents towards the
shops. Lauren could remember clearly the same outing with her parents
and Mike, throwing huge chunks of old bread into the river, delighted as
the ducks flew in over the water and landed in their ungainly way. They
moved on, and in time their circuit of the town brought them back to the
railway station, where they bought their own tickets to Thun and made
their way over the bridge to the platform.
The train was almost empty as they boarded the carriage marked `2',
finding a group of seats that they could have to themselves. Lauren sat by
the window and watched the platform disappear as the train moved
jerkily off towards the west. Jim sat next to her, looking also at the
scenery and the magnificent mountains that formed a backdrop to the
town. Jim noticed the cable car pulling out of the base station and
pointed to it. Lauren turned and smiled, nodding. He took her hand
lightly and leaned forward, kissing her gently on the lips. She returned his
kiss, parting her lips slightly as she put her hand on his shoulder. Her
heart beat quickly as the taste of the lunch returned and her hand slipped
around to the back of his head, playing with his curly hair. He exhaled
deeply, taken off guard by the passion that he had aroused in the girl,
unprepared for her tongue as it flicked over his teeth and explored his
mouth. Lauren fought her emotions, shouted at herself that this was a
public train, and a boy she had known only a few hours. Moreover, it was
a boy she wanted to see again. She wrestled with her desires until she
broke his kiss, and flopped her head backwards against the seat. Jim
swallowed visibly, suddenly a little unsure of himself. He eventually
rested his hand on her knee, squeezing it occasionally to confirm his
pleasure in being with her, rather than to try and resume their embrace.
Their journey continued, stopping twice at stations before Thun. Jim
introduced Lauren to Marlene at the station exit, and chatted to his aunt
as they drove off to her house. Lauren sat in the back, leaning forward to
catch every word they said, gleaning little bits of information about Jim
as they traveled out of the town and up the mountain. Lauren had been to
Thun once before but had little idea where they were heading. She noted
that the houses were quite grand, with their own large gardens and ornate
shrubs and flower beds.
After ten or fifteen minutes, they pulled into the driveway of a three story
brown chalet, with classic Swiss roof and balconies all round the upper
floors. The garage door closed automatically behind them as they walked
up the stairs into the house.
"Actually, this is my house, studio and holiday home, Lauren" said
Marlene, guiding them through the hallway and into what appeared to be
a reception area, much like an office suite. "I've done the downstairs as
my studio, and the upper floors are just like a normal house. Saves taxes,
you know!"
The reception area contained a formal office desk on the right, with a
sofa opposite it. A door leading off the far end, marked `Dark Room' was
closed. A sign above the door looked like it would say `Do Not Enter'
when it was switched on. A coffee table stood by the sofa, built of solid
wood and looked strong enough to jump on. The walls were crammed
with photos of people of every age, some younger than Lauren, posing in
every conceivable position. She was fascinated to see the covers of some
famous magazines, including Paris Match, Bild, Vogue and
Cosmopolitan.
Lauren liked her. She wore an orange shirt which looked too large, even
with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and green corduroy trousers,
which may have been the right size but were covered at the top by the
cascading shirt. She moved quickly, but in a considered manner, showing
them to seats and sitting on the edge of her desk.
"Now, my dear, I'm told you are the next Kate Moss! Is that true?"
"I don't think so" said Lauren, giggling.
"Well, let's have a look. Stand up my dear. Have you done any modeling
before?
"No, none" she said, as Marlene turned her round.
"OK, then I'll tell you what we'll do. I'll show you the studio so that you
feel at home, and I'll see what catalogue work I need doing. I think you'll
be able to do some of it, and we can just stop when you've had enough.
How does that sound?"
"That sounds great" she beamed, looking at Jim.
They went out of the office and crossed the hallway, entering through
one of the two large doors that made up the entrance to the studio.
Lauren saw nothing until the lights cracked on, and then the sheer size of
the room struck her. It was all of the rest of the floor, plus, she thought,
a lot more out of the back of the house. The roof was covered in a criss-
cross of gantries and pulleys, from which lights hung pointing mainly to
the right-hand side of the room which contained a small white door.
Straight in front of her was the window, which look like they could be
covered by black curtains. And on the left side was a sofa and dressing
table with make up and lights surrounding a big mirror.
Lauren walked over to the right, noting that the floor changed texture
from carpet to linoleum, and a number of backcloths hung against the
wall. A simple stool and armchair were placed in the centre of what
appeared to be the work area, with a pile of coloured cloths and robes
piled up near the chair.
"I'll turn some soft spots on so you can get the feel. Walk around!
Explore. Go on!" insisted Marlene.
Lauren walked over to the stool as the lights came up, her blue dress
contrasted against the pale gray background of the cloth that hung
against the wall.
"Hey, lovely, sit on the stool, let me see" shouted Marlene from over by
the door. She walked over and looked at her for a moment. "OK, now,
when you sit on a stool, make sure you don't look like you're going to the
toilet. Sit as though you're riding bareback, and let your right leg follow
your left. That's better!"
Marlene stood back, looked briefly and moved Lauren a little on the
stool.
"Great, can you remember how to sit like that? Good, now, show me
how you would sit in this armchair, and remember, make the pose
interesting." she said, supporting her chin with her hand in a study of
contemplation, as she watched Lauren move across the floor. She tried a
number of poses from behind the chair as well as sitting down in it in a
normal fashion, until she decided that she would put both legs over the
arm and turn slightly to her left to face Marlene.
"Brilliant, that's lovely! I want you to turn your legs a little towards
me. Don't forget that you legs are lovely and we all want to see them."
Lauren was flustered by her compliments. Marlene exuded enthusiasm
and professionalism, and Jim was nowhere to be seen, and so her
embarrassment turned slowly to pride as excitement and confidence
bubbled within. She smiled into the bright lights, trying to discern the
shape of Marlene in the glare.
"OK, if your fairly comfortable we should get on. Let's take a look at my
run list in the office and my `ideas book'. Then we'll find some clothes
for you to model." Marlene and Lauren found Jim in the office, waiting
patiently on the sofa.
"Are you going to watch?" Lauren asked.
"I'd only get in the way"
"Nonsense. I'll tell you what", said Marlene, "Give us a few minutes to
get into the swing, and then I'll find something that you can both model.
How's that?"
"Oh, allright" said Jim, with mock displeasure.
Marlene brought a heavy photo album across to the coffee table and sat
down with the children. She guided Lauren through the pictures, noting
particularly successful models and also explaining why she felt some
shots didn't work. She also brought out a catalogue to show them,
indicating which of the photos were hers. Lauren was interested to know
that while she remembered the technical details of the shoot, such as the
film manufacturer, speed and lighting calculations, even compensation
coefficients for the filters, she had no idea who had been wearing the
clothes.
"OK, now how about we take it from here on my run list. Hardenberg
sent me their spring collection and I demanded that they included
assorted sizes this time so you'll be able to find something back there.
She touched Lauren lightly on the arm. "My dear, the clothes are fabulous but
the prices are so high that I can't see them selling. Anyway, they pay my
bills! Come on, let's get to work!" she exclaimed, taking Lauren by the
hand and showing her into the small unmarked door on the right of the
studio.
The room was surprisingly large, possibly due to the mirror at the end
which was obviously used as a dressing mirror. Five or six racks of
clothes hung the length of the room, butting against the left hand side,
with small chairs along the right-hand side. To the side of the end mirror
was a shelf which had make-up on it, no doubt for touching up during
changes of clothing. There were a number of cardboard boxes and
wooden crates stacked tidily next to the door.
"Now, Lauren, we have to find the Hardenberg boxes, only their dress is
hanging up. Here we are"! she said, opening a cardboard box and reading
the packing list. "These are the jeans, their white blouse, something called
`Chantilly Dreaming' and the fairy-tale dresses are here in this plastic
cover. One of them should fit you. Oh, forgot the shoes, here they are. I
think we should take some pictures of you in your dress to get you
warmed up, how about that?"
"Yeah, that would be nice"
Marlene positioned Lauren on the stool again, pleased that she
remembered how to pose. Marlene unpacked her camera and fixed it to
the tripod. Lauren had difficulty seeing what was happening under the
lights, but she felt so excited that she sat still, listening for
instructions.
She heard the sound of little motors whirring overhead, as the lighting
changed. One major spot light shone on her, making her feel warm as she
squinted in the glare.
"Look at the floor, pretend you're miserable."
A tiny flash! Her first picture. She bubbled inside looking up without
waiting for the request.
"Look to your right, happy now. That's it. Hands on hips. Lovely. Hands
behind you on your bottom as though in your jeans pockets. Great.
Hands on your head. Great! OK, now stand beside the stool, one foot on
the bottom rung. Great, Look left"
The flashes kept coming, Lauren happily losing count after about ten. She
moved across to the armchair as requested, taking up her pose from
earlier. Her dress rode up slightly higher this time revealing the back of
her left thigh.
"Wonderful, very natural, relax a little more, sink into the chair as though
you're watching television." Flash. "OK, now let's start on the list. First
we'd better do your makeup. I'll go and get Simone. She should be here
by now." she said, showing her to the dressing table.
Marlene left the room as she sat down in front of the mirror and lights,
closely examining her face with a look of professional detachment. She
heard footsteps.
"Lauren, this is Simone who's my partner and helps with the studio. She'll
do your makeup while I change film and get one other camera set up.
Lauren shook hands with Simone, trying to make out her features as her
eyes adjusted from the lights.
"Hi."
"Lauren, isn't it? Let's have a look at you!
Simone stood behind her, looking at her face in the mirror as she held her
hair back and arranged it in a number of different styles. Lauren could see
up to her shoulders and noticed she wore what looked to be a beautiful
cotton blouse and skirt, both pale grey, with stockings. Her breasts
looked full and her hands felt confident as she muttered to herself.
Simone dealt with her eyes first, leaning down and moving close to
Lauren's face as the subtlest of perfumes filled the air. She quickly made
up her eyes, and turned her attention to her cheeks. Lauren watched
Simone's face in the mirror, catching glimpses of what seemed to be an
outrageously beautiful woman. Her long dark hair fell straight, shining
and accentuating the clear lines of her face. As Simone stood sideways to
her, she noted that her figure was a thin as her own, giving her breasts a
new proportion.
"That should do. Now, just relax and enjoy yourself. Here's a drink to
help you work." she said, offering her a glass of wine. Lauren really didn't
want it but decided that she had better accept their hospitality as they
were being so good to her. She clinked glasses and looked at Simone,
able to confirm now that this girl was indeed a beauty, probably twenty-
five or thereabouts, and elegantly dressed in a designer outfit. Marlene
returned and approved of the new-look Lauren as she sat sipping from
her glass.
"Now, white blouse and any skirt to start with. I'll only need the blouse
for this shot. Want me to help you?"
"I'll be fine. I'll find you if there's a problem." said Lauren, certain
that she
wanted to be on her own when she tried on the different sizes of clothes.
"OK, see you in a minute, I'll be here".
End of Chapter 15
Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (16/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 20 Jul 1997 02:13:24 GMT
--------
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 16
Sunday 2nd August
Lauren entered the clothes room, closing the door behind her. She
walked to the end and looked at herself in the mirror, delighted with
her makeup from Simone and equally excited about the afternoon.
She looked into the box, took out a white blouse, and held it against
herself so she could gauge it's fit. The second one seemed about
right, so she dropped it on the chair, glanced at the door, and after
kicking off her sandals, unzipped her dress and let it fall to the
ground. She could see her little naked breasts in the mirror and white
knickers, so cheap and crude in comparison to the look and feel of
the clothes she was about to wear. She felt rich, opulent even, as she
pulled on the blouse and fastened the buttons. It fitted well, and
finding a skirt on the nearest rack, she dressed and left the room.
She looked around the studio, walking in the direction of the dressing
table. She scanned the room and noted that it was deserted. She
helped herself to the drink that had been refilled, and wandered
slowly over to the two cameras now set up, pointing to the brightly lit
central area. Two white umbrellas had been mounted on tripods either
side of the cameras, with a small spot providing a visible circle of
bright light on the floor in front.
Marlene strode back into the room. "Hey, that looks fine! Not too big
is it?" she asked, effervescing with enthusiasm.
"It feels great. It's so comfortable" replied Lauren, feeling the
material on her arms.
"Good, let's get cracking then. Take a seat on the stool, usual pose to
start with."
And so Lauren sat while her picture was taken, not once or twice as
she had expected, but at least ten times in a couple of different poses.
It was a painless pleasure, sitting there in her expensive clothes,
surrounded by the accouterments of the jet-set. She returned to the
room to exchange her skirt for a pair of jeans. As she unzipped the
skirt she smiled to herself, reveling in her moment of stardom and
running her hand across her chest as she experimented with the feel
of the material against her nipples. Her right hand moved between her
legs and withdrew, confirming the beginnings of the tell-tale
dampness that nowadays was an indicator to Lauren that her dreams
and fantasies were mingling with reality. The second pair of jeans
fitted superbly, pronouncing the young curves of both her buttocks
and her thighs. Still leaving her sandals in the corner, she left the
room to find her glass beside the stool.
"Hey, now they fit fine! Allright, standing by the stool. Great. That's
it ......." And so it continued. Marlene enthused over everything,
making Lauren more and more confident. She lost herself under the
lights, barely hearing the instructions from behind the camera,
dreaming that she was lying up in the mountains in the sun, watching
the clouds cling to the snowy peaks of her wonderful country.
"Lauren? Lauren? Wakey wakey! Next change. Try and find white
shoes and the white fairy-tale dress. You might also put on the
knickers marked GK0012 to save time. Got that?"
Lauren floated back into the clothes room and took off the jeans and
blouse, carefully folding them on the chair. She rummaged through
the box until she found the knickers, and unwrapped a pair of shoes
that promised to be a reasonable fit. She then removed the cover from
the dress in her size and felt it's silky texture, noting that it had layers
of petticoats underneath that gave it a great deal of volume. It fitted
like a dream, zipping up snugly to hug her upper body, while hanging
loosely below. She took the knickers and brought them up to her
face, feeling their softness and inspecting the embroidery that no
doubt contributed to the price. Facing the mirror she removed her
own knickers, leaving them on the chair, and pulled on the
Hardenberg pair. They too fitted well, and she hiked up the dress to
take a closer look. Lauren stepped into the shoes which had generous
heels, and took a final look at herself before she left the room,
beaming.
"Oh wow, that's really something. You look like an angel my dear.
Take a seat in the armchair." Lauren floated back into her pose, legs
draped over the arm of the chair, and turned to where should through
the camera was positioned. Marlene took several photos, asking her
to move slightly now and then.
"Don't you feel sexy in their clothes? I guess that's what you pay for,
isn't it?" said Marlene, flashing away.
"I feel like a million dollars. God, I'd love this dress!"
"Where would you wear it?
"Oh, some desert island as I walked along the sand."
"With a young boy on your arm and the sun shining down on you, the
waves washing your feet as the spray tingles on your lips?"
"Yeah, oh yeah!" laughed Lauren at the excessive imagery, her
thoughts as usual needing only a little push before they left her
present surroundings for imaginary destinations.
Lauren felt so warm under the lights, and so comfortable in the chair
that she thought she might like to curl up and sleep. She wondered
where Jim was and remembered that he was supposed to be part of
this session.
"Let's do the knickers quickly, you don't have to change. Just stand
up, and take the dress way up as high as it will go. I just need to see
from the waistband down to mid-thigh." said Marlene, watching
Lauren rise slowly. Lauren pulled the dress up high, almost covering
her face, as she heard Marlene ask her to bring her legs together, then
slightly apart, and then to return to the armchair. "Now, sit straight in
the chair, open your legs and put your hands on the dress, between
your knees. Look up!" There was a flash. "Want to do a sexy one?"
"Like what?" asked Lauren keenly.
"Like that, but bring your dress out from under your bottom so that
it's all behind you, and move the front of the dress so I can see your
legs. That's good, move the dress further back, I need to see the
knickers. Lovely." Flash. "OK, slide down in the seat, legs still apart,
lots of knickers, and..." Flash. "There, that was good. Sexy shots are
fun sometimes, they help to amuse everyone and relieve the boredom
of doing thirty pairs of black shoes or something like that. I'll find
Jim and he can stand next to you in his evening outfit. Same designer,
same price!"
And with that, she left. Lauren let her dress fall back down a little
towards her knees, looking towards the door for her young man. She
had waited for less than a minute when he came over to her and knelt
beside the armchair. Lauren smiled warmly as he kissed her left arm,
offering the glass of wine to her. They toasted each other, glad to be
alone. She approved of the black tuxedo jacket and trousers that he
had on, although she thought he might have found a tie to go with the
formal dress shirt. Even though, she thought he looked wonderful as
he knelt beside her.
"Marlene has had to go to the station with Simone to collect more
stuff. Seems stupid to deliver it on Sundays. They really do seem to
work so hard, those two" said Jim, "But she said she'd print some of
the pictures if she had time and let you take a look. And ....." he
trailed off, his tone requesting that she finish the sentence.
"And what?" asked Lauren, looking at him in mock suspicion.
"She's going to pay you!"
"What, I haven't done anything!" she exclaimed.
"She's grateful, it means she can get the Hardenberg prints out early
next week, ahead of schedule."
Lauren looked at his kind round eyes, and emptying the glass, gave it
back to him. She touched his face with her fingers, moving closer to
him.
"Thank you. I've had a lovely time. It's all so new but so exciting.
Did she tell you what we did?
"No"
"I don't know if I should tell you. It's so naughty!" giggled Lauren.
"Go on, tell me!" he said, pretending to bite her arm.
"She took some pictures of me - like sexy pictures - just for fun. I
might let you see them." teased Lauren.
"I don't want to"
"Why?"
"The real thing is better!"
Lauren pulled him round the edge of the chair so that he knelt
between her legs, making sure her dress was pulled down to cover
her knickers. He rested his hands on her knees as she leaned forward
to kiss him on the lips, taking his face between her hands. She felt his
tongue, darting between her teeth, searching and probing as her pulse
quickened. His hands moved down her legs to her shoes, caressing
her as she responded urgently with her own tongue.
"Your legs are beautiful, Lauren. You look so good in these clothes."
She leaned back in the chair, pulling him with her as his hands went
behind her bottom. Her neck bent so that her chin was close to her
chest, causing Jim to rest on her as they continued to explore each
other. She felt her legs being pushed wider by his body and brought
them up onto the arms of the chair. They kissed for some time, hands
roaming uncontrollably, his cock pressing hard against the chair
while Lauren's pussy began to prepare for a welcome visitor.
"Are you sure they're out?
"Yeah, saw the car go off!" he said, without breaking contact with
her lips.
Lauren ran her hands inside his jacket, pushing it from his shoulders.
He shrugged it off, running his tongue from her lips to her ear lobe.
She held his arms tightly, finding the new sensation unbearably
sensuous as his tongue explored inside her ear. As if in need of any
confirmation, she pulled him higher so that his trousers rested on her
knickers, delighted to feel his stiff cock against her pussy and now
determined to let it have it's freedom. Her hand ran down over her
nipple and towards her vagina, as she rubbed herself with the back of
her hand while trying to find his zip.
After a frantic and lengthy search, she found the metal tag and slowly
pulled it down, the little vibrations adding to the pulsing of his
weapon. The tip of his cock protruded from his underpants, and she
undid the button on his trousers and let them to fall to his knees,
allowing his cock to move more freely. She ran her thumb over the
top, feeling the first slippery signs of the boy's cum.
Jim slid down her body, giving a little attention to her breasts through
the dress as he headed for her knickers. He ran his hands under her
bottom, so that combined with her legs over the arms of the chair, she
provided him with a perfect view of her expensive lace knickers and
taunted his imagination with what lay beyond. Without any hurry at
all, he ran his tongue over her legs, moving slowly to her inner thighs
as she held his head, ensuring that he didn't stray too far from her wet
pussy. She could smell her own juices now.
The heavenly scent of a young girl mixed with expensive wine under
the hot lights caused another small drop of cum to appear at the end
of his cock. He moved deeper between her legs, licking now the edge
of the knickers where it covered her wet sex, hardly daring to breath
as he pulled the material away slightly and pushed his tongue
underneath. Lauren could just imagine his reward, the sweet taste
she had experienced with Nikki as he probed her outer lips and
washed over the hood of her clitoris. He continued for several
minutes, evoking groans of pleasure from his girl and causing her to
grab hold of his curly hair, pulling him closer and closer into her. Her
hand moved from his head down onto her stomach, rubbing lower
and lower as her fingers disappeared into her lace underwear,
meeting his tongue as she touched the little bud of her clitoris and
exhaled deeply.
Jim read her thoughts, helping her pull down the knickers as her legs
came together. He stopped her hand at her knees, gripping her legs
with the other and bending down to lick her vagina and down towards
her anus. Her sex was squeezed together by her legs, pushing her
inner lips out into the open, just allowing him to reach her clitoris
with his hot tongue. Saliva dripped from her, down both sides of her
pussy lips and around her little brown hole. Jim followed the trail,
licking gently until his tongue encountered her anus. He circled it
teasingly, probing slightly each time, coaxing it to allow him to push
further and sample the delights of the thirteen year-old beauty.
Lauren thought she couldn't take anymore without coming and
decided that it was her turn to do some exploring. She lowered her
legs, wrapping them around his neck, and pulled him towards her,
watching the look of disbelief on his face as he covered himself in her
juices. She sank lower in the chair until he realised that she wanted to
lay on the floor. Breaking away from her lock, he took one of the
floor covers and spread it beneath her, removing her knickers and
pulling her further down until she lay on the ground, her dress falling
down to cover her naked pussy. She reached out to him, pulling at his
underpants until they freed his rampant cock, leaving him wearing
only his white shirt and socks as he positioned himself between her
legs, running his hands from her shoes over her knees and along her
inner thighs, pushing outwards slightly as moved higher.
Lauren pulled him towards her, desperate to feel his cock inside and
have him on top of her, pounding away as her first boyfriend made
love to her. Her vagina throbbed almost painfully as she felt the tip of
his cock teasing her, probing for the entrance to her warm haven. She
took him in her hand and positioned him, opening her eyes to watch
the lovely face of her boy as he entered her gently. She knew he was
big, probably bigger than Mike, but was not prepared for the searing
sensation that shot through her, causing a panic reaction within the pit
of her stomach and alarm bells to ring in her head. She took hold of
his cock as it sank back into her, and heightened her fears as she
discovered there was even more waiting to enter. Her nails dug into
his shoulders as her breathing quickened.
"So big, Jim, please be gentle" she panted, the words floating out of
her mouth as she tried desperately to control her breathing.
He stroked slowly, lengthening now and then but never until the look
on her face told him that she was ready. It was fully three minutes
before he was able to push into her all the way, and Lauren's hands
moved to his arms, revealing deep scratches on his body. Her legs
were wide apart, her little bottom squashed by his weight, as he
gradually increased his pace, withdrawing almost all the way before
plowing back in to her, each stroke causing a muffled groan to come
from deep inside her. Lauren wrapped her legs around his back,
locking her white shoes together, pulling him in tighter to her now
burning pussy as he placed his hands either side of her. Her stomach
was turning somersaults, and she had a strange notion that she was
either going to come explosively or she would be violently sick. The
decision was made for her, as she felt her orgasm gathering strength,
felt her vaginal muscles pulling him further in as her own juices
flowed freely, his balls banging with a slap against her bottom.
Lauren looked up and backwards, arching her back as she continued
to hold him, listening to his grunting, just anxious now that he didn't
stop but just kept pumping into her. His arms were locked straight, a
pleasure machine, pumping, pumping, in and out as the sweaty sweet
smell of sex engulfed her, pushing her to the precipice and over,
drifting on a wave of ecstasy as it carried her off to another plane,
causing her to loose all contact with the real world.
Wave after wave lapped against her, moving from her feet up her legs
and through her sex until even the fingers on his arms tingled with
pleasure. As she regained control of her limbs, she realised that he
was approaching his own climax and so started bucking gently in
time, giving him every encouragement so that he would fill her as she
so dearly wished. His pummeling continued, reaching fever pitch until
he withdrew and came in great spurts over her thighs and gaping
pussy, spraying her with shot after shot of cum, his frame jerking in a
fit as he emptied his pent-up lust over her. Slowly he managed to
control his body as the spurts of cum became fewer and weaker. A
little stream of cum had formed on her body that flowed over her
pussy, traveling down slowly to her anus. Jim kissed the tiny strands
of pubic hair, and watched his seed as it dripped over her clitoris and
onwards towards the floor.
He moved to lie alongside her, kissing her lips as she kept hold of the
dress, trying to prevent it sticking to her body. They smiled, happy to
look again into each other's eyes.
"You could have done it in me, it's safe"
"I wasn't sure." He paused, pulling her closer to him and kissing her.
"We ought to get cleaned up, I don't think we want to get caught just
here!"
He wiped Lauren with the cloth from the floor so that she could stand
up without ruining the dress and showed her to the toilet by the front
door. Jim dressed and tidied the studio, making sure that everything
was back in the right place. They finished just as Marlene and
Simone returned, Marlene carrying more cardboard boxes of clothing
while Simone brought up a small packet and some larger envelopes
from the garage below. Jim offered to help and went below with
Simone, while Lauren sat on the sofa, talking to Marlene.
"I have even more of the stuff now from them. What you modeled
was only part of it. Oh! I must pay you and thank you" said Marlene,
walking to the reception desk and taking out a small cash box.
"Honestly, I don't need paying, I really enjoyed it!" protested Lauren.
"Nonsense, here you are" she said handing her four hundred francs.
"This is so much! My parents will question me for a week if they find
out!"
"Then do what other boys and girls do and keep the money here.
Look!" she suggested, unlocking the large drawer to the desk. Lauren
joined her and looked inside. There were several other tiny cash
boxes with initials on them. Most of them were closed, but one or
two were open and clearly empty. "What colour?"
"Blue, please"
"It's yours!"
Lauren put the money in the box, turned the key and put the box back
in the desk.
"Keep the key. Then only you can get into it. I know how much
should be there because I keep records of my costs. That way we
won't go wrong."
As they closed the drawer. Lauren heard Jim talking on his way up.
"Were the others that good?"
"Shh" whispered Simone, as they gained the top step.
"What `others'?" asked Lauren.
"The other designer clothes" said Simone quickly. "Sometimes they
rush them over to us half finished so we have to repair them or
sometimes send them back." Lauren looked at her, noting the silent
exchange that appeared to take place between Simone and Marlene.
"Now, Simone, be a dear and print off some of the photos from this
afternoon, I'm sure Lauren is dying to see what she looked like!" said
Marlene.
Simone smiled at Lauren as she opened the door of the darkroom,
and disappear inside. The red light above the door came on,
reminding everyone in the room: `Do Not Enter'. Lauren thought that
Simone was so beautiful, even though she had not really had a chance
to talk to her so far. She felt at ease with her as though she had met
her before, although she was absolutely convinced that that was not
the case. She glided about the room with such elegance and poise, her
figure showing off her clothes perfectly, rather than the other way
round, and she had long slender legs that other women spent their life
dreaming about.
Marlene invited Lauren and Jim to join her for afternoon tea upstairs
while they waited for the pictures to be printed and dried. Simone
eventually joined them, announcing that the pictures were done and
already mounted in an album in the reception area. Lauren was so
excited, pushing the last of her sandwich into her mouth in an effort
to return downstairs as soon as possible.
Marlene sat between Lauren and Jim on the sofa, with Simone sitting
cross-legged on the floor in front of them all, as they looked at the
first page, showing Lauren in her pale blue summer dress.
"You see, you look nervous here, you're sitting badly too. Even so,
this is what I meant by your legs, see that they are placed perfectly,
so that we know how big they are without being explicit. Nice dress,
you know."
They turned the page.
"This is the one I like" said Simone, sitting up and pointing to a
picture of Lauren standing next to the stool.
"Yes, but again, you look stiff, rather than natural. Don't worry,
everyone does to start with. Again, your legs are excellent. I should
have asked you to turn away from me a little to give an idea of the
shape of your breasts."
Lauren looked at Marlene and then Simone. They were inspecting the
photos from a purely aesthetic perspective, and she felt reassured
about their treatment of her as a subject, even though she felt some of
the criticism was likely to be unfair, given this was still her first
attempt. Marlene turned the page as four more photos, at least ten
inches by eight, showed her reclined on the armchair.
"This one is marvelous!" said Marlene. "You managed to say exactly
what a dress manufacturer would want you to say, just with your face
and body. See, you're relaxed, carefree, happy and dreaming
slightly!" she said, pointing to the top right-hand photo. It showed
Lauren looking into the distance, her dress high up her thigh without
showing her knickers as her sandals dangled from her toes. Lauren
smiled proudly, her earlier blushes fading.
Marlene turned the page, and gave her critique of the modeling of the
jeans, blouse and knickers. "What about the two sexy shots?" asked
Marlene.
"I wasn't sure if you wanted them" answered Simone, nodding at
Jim.
"Lauren, do you mind if he sees them?"
"No, I don't think so. They were only for fun, right?"
"Sure, Simone, be a dear again, would you?"
She returned with two photos and lay them on the coffee table.
Lauren stared at the photos of herself in the beautiful dress and
knickers, then turned her gaze to the assembled audience to gauge
their reaction. The pictures were not dirty as she had expected due to
the soft lighting and a hazy effect that made them dreamy.
"This one is awful; this is OK, but nothing special." said Marlene.
"The blues in this one are too high, in fact they all need a bit of
colour correction to compensate for your skin colour. It's so difficult
to do sexy pictures, you know. Look, both show your legs well, but
the knickers here are all bunched up, and they're off centre over your
vagina. Good finger direction here in this one." she said
dispassionately. "Not to worry, they're fun pictures, that's all!"
"Hey, I think they look really great!" said Lauren, clearly pleased
with herself.
"Don't get me wrong, they are good. If we do some more, Simone
can help me to get you to pose and arrange your clothing properly."
Lauren couldn't believe that she had just seen two photos of her
knickers, had someone discuss her vagina, and not felt the slightest
embarrassment. She had found herself analysing the pictures in a
similar manner to Marlene, recognising a number of the technical
issues in the photos even though colour correction was too much to
digest at the time.
As they congratulated each other on a good afternoon's work,
Simone offered to drive them both to the station, so they could catch
their train back home. Jim would be going in a different direction to
his village but their trains left at almost the same time. Lauren and
Jim thanked Marlene for their afternoon's entertainment, and joined
Simone in the car. Lauren made a couple of attempts to engage
Simone in conversation but with little success, although she did feel
that Simone was genuinely happy to have spent her afternoon printing
the films and reviewing the work.
At the station, they waved good-bye to Simone as they made their
way through the ticket hall, onto the platform. Lauren could see her
train approaching in the distance, and turned to Jim happily as they
embraced. He promised to call, even to try and set up another photo
session, if she wanted. Lauren bounded over the bridge, and took her
seat on the train, waving good-bye as the train pulled out. She stood
and pulled down the window to look out and wave again, but Jim had
just turned and she watched him as he disappeared into the ticket hall
as the train headed east.
End of Chapter 16
Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (17a/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 20 Jul 1997 02:14:03 GMT
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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 17
Wednesday 5th August
Lauren naturally spent the early part of the week bringing Nikki up to
date with her exploits at the studio, revealing more and more of the
details as Nikki subjected her to relentless questioning. In fact, by the
end of Tuesday, Nikki said that the afternoon sounded like a story of
fairy-tale romance; Champagne, bright lights and beautiful people.
However, Lauren's narrative was enough to provide Nikki with a
graphic picture of the afternoon and a noticeable damp spot between
her legs as she sat crossed-legged on the bed in a very un-ladylike
fashion. Clearly, Lauren had added a certain bias towards the
romantic side, but in truth, it had turned out to be one of the most
enjoyable days of her young life. She had even managed to get Jim's
phone number, and had it written on her hand and committed to
memory before the train left the station. As she told and retold her
story to Nikki, so she looked forward to the rest of the holidays and
the other events that were scheduled to take place.
Lauren and Nikki spent Tuesday together shopping for clothes and
shoes. Lauren had been dragged from her bed at eleven o'clock by
Nikki and pushed out of the door towards the bus stop to the
applause of her mother. The girls each bought a pair of shoes; Nikki
had needed a new pair of trainers while Lauren had been looking for
something suitable for AnneMarie Grob's wedding. With the shoes
purchased all that remained was to make sure that the dress fitted.
So on Wednesday morning, after a long shower, Lauren sat in the big
armchair in the lounge, wearing her old jeans and a red T-Shirt (from
her grandmother two summers earlier) with a big picture of Winnie
the Pooh emblazoned across its front. Her legs curled underneath her
as she picked up the telephone carefully, watching it as she lifted it to
her ear. She looked up the phone number in the local directory and
dialed, cupping the receiver and turning away from the door.
"Hi, it's Lauren. Just wondered when I should come round." She
looked briefly at the television, as though she might see the Kristal's
picture appear, then across to the door, and over to the window.
"Sure, it's ready?" she said quietly. "OK, how about just before
midday? Fine, see you soon".
Lauren replaced the receiver and stared at it, replaying every word of
the conversation, analysing the innuendo and inflections for signs of
hidden meaning. There were none. She climbed the stairs, and shut
the bedroom door behind her. She convinced herself that she would
just go over there, get the dress, make sure it was the right size, and
be back for a late lunch. She had thought long and hard about their
last encounter, and although it still made her feel good just to think of
it, she now had a boyfriend who meant a great deal to her. She was
determined to avoid any repetition of the last time, and anyway, she
thought, it was unnecessary since Jim would be calling her soon and
she wanted to wait until then before orgasming, just in case, as some
of the girls said at school, she couldn't manage it because she was
doing it too much.
She lay on her bed and stared at the ceiling, contemplating the
journey over to Kristal's house. She rolled onto her side and looked
out of the window, over the tops of the trees in the garden to the
peaks of the mountains beyond. They looked so clean, so untouched
as the sun shone on the caps of snow, waiting to be explored by
anyone who dared to venture that far. She rolled onto her stomach
and looked at her clock. Eight-thirty was ridiculously early in her
mind to be up during the school holidays. She decided to start her
school project, entitled "The Incas". That, she thought, was going to
be very useful in later life. Immersing herself in one of the books that
she had found in the library, she curled up on her bed and started to
learn about their civilization. Although she would hate to admit it to
anyone, she hardly looked up from the pages as she became absorbed
in their way of life. She discovered that the Incas were advanced in
so many ways, and yet had failed to discover the wheel and had no
method of writing. But their buildings were amazing, feats of
engineering that would be hard to accomplish in modern times. They
ruled by fear and were famous for their ceremonial sacrifices of
children, by the hundreds when times were tough, in order to appease
the gods. Lauren shut the book and closed her eyes. She found it hard
to imagine how someone could sacrifice a child in the name of
religion.
Her little clock told her that it was now ten thirty, and she bounded
off the bed, pulling off her T-Shirt and jeans and throwing them in a
heap on the floor. She pulled on her dressing gown, grabbed her
nicest underwear and went into the bathroom to wash. The dressing
gown fell to the floor as the door slammed shut. She stared at the
reflection in the mirror, stuck out her tongue to see how it looked, and
smiled broadly at the mirror much like a chimpanzee might at feeding
time. Lauren debated whether to have a shower or just a quick wash.
She had already had one this morning, and had hardly got herself
dirty by lying on her bed reading the book. Furthermore, if she was
only going to quickly try the dress on and come back for lunch, she
felt it was unnecessary.
By the time she had finished cleaning her teeth and had brushed her
hair, her resolution had withered. She reached for the hot and cold
taps, turning each half way. The felt the water warm quickly so she
switched the shower on and pulled across the plastic curtain. Her
fingers hooked into her knickers and pulled them down to her knees.
Absently, she ran her hand over her mound, her fingers finding the
little hairs above her pussy, still far fewer than before Nikki had
shaved them off, but nonetheless growing back, without any sign of
being thick and bushy as she had feared. Her clitoris was well hidden,
and the lips of her pussy hid the secrets that lay beyond. She stepped
into the shower, took the soap and held it under the flowing water,
slowly turning to ensure that the spray wet her all over. Lathering her
hands, she replaced the soap and washed her little breasts, checking
that each nipple understood it's duty as she squeezed it gently. The
bubbles slipped over her stomach and down her tanned legs,
unimpressed by the sight of her teenage vagina and the tiniest flicker
of arousal from her pink lips.
Lauren was angry with herself, not because the shower was really
unnecessary, but that she knew she would have to fight even harder
now to stay out of Kristal's arms. She recalled the last time she was
there, the seduction that she knew would happen, had even
encouraged, and the feeling in her soul on the way home that she had
tasted forbidden fruit, the juice still on her hands and face. She
stopped soaping herself as she recalled licking her fingers in the bus,
tasting once again Kristal's sex, inhaling deeply as she held her hands
to her nose. Absently, she brought her fingers to her nose, breathing
in the sweet soapy smell. Replenishing the bubbles, she bent forward
and rather than washing her pussy, she inserted the middle finger of
her right hand into her little brown hole. The muscle gathered around
the intruder, throwing it out with a quick contraction. She ran her
finger under the spray and applied more soap, repeating the action
until she was satisfied that she was as clean as possible.
After a final wash of her spreading pussy, she rinsed her hands and
took the shower head off the hook, running the water between her
legs and ensuring that every last inch of her sex was clean. Lauren
noted the new sensation of running the shower so close to her bottom
and pussy, fascinated by the feeling that was invoked as the jet ran
between her pussy lips. Conscious that time was ticking by, she
replaced the head and turned off the taps, stepping out of the bath to
run the towel between her legs and back up to her nipples. She dried
herself fully and pulled on the silky underwear. A thought struck her
that she might be able to buy some of the Hardenberg underwear that
she had modeled at Marlene's house. She might even be able to buy
it with the money she had earned that day.
Pleased with her thoughts, she bounced back into her bedroom and
rifled through her wardrobe to find some suitable clothes. She was
irresistibly drawn to a white blouse that she normally wore to formal
occasions (Grandma's birthday, Christmas morning and once to a
school dance at her mother's insistence where she had been taunted
by her friends). Today, though, it seemed appropriate. The blouse
buttoned down the back, the plain material adorned by lace trim that
hid the top button in a small ruffle, echoed on the cuffs. The dark blue
skirt that didn't quite reach her knees also went well, even if she did
look like an archetypal schoolgirl playing truant. A dab of her
mother's perfume, bare legs and a pair of sandals completed her
preparations. She grabbed the shoes that she had bought for the
wedding and said good-bye to her mother, explaining she was off to
collect her bridesmaids dress from Kristal. Her mother clearly
approved as she looked at her daughter, smartly dressed (without
being asked) and off out again. As her daughter breezed past her,
Daniele Gisal smiled, inhaling the familiar French scent.
Lauren pressed her forehead against the glass and stared out at the
scant traffic as the bus trundled through the village and down to the
main road. She could see over the white fences of the smaller houses,
into the immaculate front gardens and occasionally through doors into
the darkness beyond. She saw the old ladies, gathered around their
porches in semi-circles, dressed invariably in black, clutching their
knitting and chattering to one another as they peered between shawl
and white lace. Solitary ladies sat outside other houses and watched
her as she passed by in the bus, nodding and noting the activity as
they contemplated the unhurried passage of time. She wondered how
many passengers had passed by them that morning, how many had
been interesting to them, how many looked like the thousands of
people each of them must have seen during their lives, receiving only
a glance before being forgotten forever. What twist of fate, she
thought, should have brought them together at that point in time, to
see, consider and forget.
Her melancholy disappeared as the dismal little industrial area gave
way to the brightness of the town where even the traffic lights added
to the feeling of life and activity. A group of teenage boys gathered
outside the tobacconist's shop, joking and flirting as they shared
cigarettes and traded anecdotes about their girlfriends. Lauren turned
to her right and looked up the High Street as the bus crossed the
lights and started it's journey back out into the countryside. Her
attention turned towards the morning's activity and Kristal. She
leaned back in the seat and ran through the likely events that would
take place once she arrived. She had intended last night, and even this
morning, to check the dress and return home quickly. But the half-
hour journey warranted a longer stay. She found Kristal interesting,
mainly because she had been married and had a great deal of
information about boys and men that she would willingly share. She
still remembered their afternoon together, and the gentle, warming
attention that she had received, coupled with the absence of any sort
of demand for reciprocation. Lauren smiled, mentally cuddling Kristal
on the sofa as a way of expressing her thanks for the dress and
education. That was about as far as it would go; she would tell her
about Jim and explain that she had now found a boyfriend who meant
a great deal to her.
The bus jerked to a halt bringing Lauren back to reality with the
realisation that she had arrived. She hurried to the exit and jumped
down onto the pavement, aware that the back of her short skirt had
billowed like a parachute as she landed. Skipping up the lane, she
looked into the distance and saw Kristal's house, set back from the
road and carefully landscaped to be hidden from it's neighbours by
trees and the natural shape of the mountain rock. As she approached
the house, she took a closer look at it than she had on her previous
visit. Each of the houses was set in it's own grounds, and separated
by about thirty meters from the next. All of the houses were
traditionally styled Swiss-chalets, with brown vertical boarding on the
outside and large over-hanging roofs that held ornate dormer-style
shuttered windows for the upstairs bedrooms. The majority -
including Kristal's - had large balconies that stretched all the way
from the front round to the rear, some even including decks or patios
into their design where the mountain allowed. A mixture of deciduous
and coniferous trees surrounded the properties, contrasting the
massive expanse of grass that covered the land as far as the eye could
see.
The sun was oppressively hot and beat down on Lauren's arms and
legs as she climbed the gentle slope. It was quite different weather
than the previous few days when it had drizzled and felt more like
September. By the time she had arrived at Kristal's front door, she
was hot, dusty and her heart beat with the exercise and in anticipation
of their encounter.
"Hi, Lauren! Come on in" said Kristal warmly, leaving Lauren to shut
the door as she walked across to the cutting table. Lauren followed
her, pleased to feel cooler inside and not surprised to see that the
door leading to the patio was open, a breeze blowing the curtains
slightly. A stylish blue and white patio set of chairs, table and
umbrella had been placed outside.
"Hey, it's nice and cool in here. I got so hot walking from the bus
stop to here!"
"Sit down and rest a while. Coffee, tea?" said Kristal, looking down
at the bag in Lauren's hand as she padded towards the kitchen. She
had clearly been sunbathing outside, and Lauren guessed she had just
pulled on the long T-Shirt over her bikini bottoms to look a little more
respectable for her arrival.
"Any Cola?" asked Lauren.
"Sure, take a seat." said Kristal, motioning her to the sofa. "How's
your summer holiday?"
"Fine.". Lauren looked around the large room. The pink and red
colour scheme brought back memories of their previous encounter,
adding in Lauren's mind to the tension of the present first few
minutes. She was torn between mentioning Jim and giving Kristal a
big hug. Without the experience to resolve it, Lauren continued to sit,
looking down at her knees and toying with the bag.
"There you go." she said, returning from the kitchen with two long
drinks. "Did you find any that matched the material?" she asked,
pointing at the bag.
Lauren extracted the box and handed it to her. Kristal smiled,
carefully opening it and taking out the pale yellow shoes.
"Hey, they should be great. Want to take a look at your outfit?"
"You mean now? Oh, OK" said Lauren.
They stood and walked over to the cutting table, where Kristal had
neatly folded the bodice and skirt and separated them with tissue
paper. She picked up the top and held it against Lauren, leaning from
side to side to check that the shoulders looked in proportion. She then
held the skirt against her to make sure that it looked similar at least to
the blue skirt that Lauren already wore.
"Well, no major mistakes so far! At least it looks about right!"
Both girls knew that the next step would be to try them on and do a
final check, although that would mean that Lauren would have to strip
to her underwear.
"But we can do that any old time" said Kristal quickly.
Lauren smiled, and felt the material with her fingers. Both parts were
a very pale blue, while just the jacket had a beautiful lining of off-
white silk. She raised the silk to her face, feeling it glide smoothly
over her lips. She looked at Kristal and blinked before returning to
the sofa.
"So, what's been happening?"
"Nothing much. Well, actually, quite a lot. Oh yeah! I have a
boyfriend. Well, I suppose he's my boyfriend. I met him on the way
to here last time, and he actually called me. We've been out a couple
of times and he's met my mum and all that!"
"Wow, that's great" said Kristal, looking genuinely delighted for her.
She questioned her for several minutes causing Lauren to go into
raptures about his experiences abroad and how much her mother
liked him. It also helped to relieve the tension that Lauren had felt, or
thought she had felt when she walked into the house. Now that
Kristal knew about Jim she hoped that their love making two weeks
before would be put into perspective. Lauren turned towards Kristal
as they sat on the sofa, curling her legs underneath herself and leaning
on the back of the cushions.
"Oh, I called AnneMarie, and all her old friends are going to have a
hen-night at the Rubens Hotel." said Kristal.
"Hey, that's the hotel that my friend's father manages"
"Really? Well, we like it because some of the rooms have whirlpool
tubs, and you can bring your own videos to watch. It's expensive but
a great place to go once or twice a year, just for the weekend. It'll be
just like old times. We used to have two or three rooms between eight
or ten of us, and we'd have a party for the whole of the weekend. Just
us girls! I really hope that AnneMarie gets in the mood, just for old
times sake!"
Lauren could imagine Kristal, coaxing the other girls on, splashing in
the big baths. She could also see her there, lying on the bed, or
kneeling in the bath, receiving attention from other girls as they
adored her gorgeous body. She smiled knowingly, understanding now
how AnneMarie had got to know Kristal, and realising the great
change that must have taken place in AnneMarie's life quite recently.
"That'll be fun. Where do these films come from?" she asked,
thinking back to her one and only encounter with pornographic
movies.
"One or two of the girls seem to be able to get hold of them, I'm not
too sure. Most I think are from America or Germany."
"Hmm, I saw one once and didn't really like it." said Lauren, anxious
to have Kristal treat her as an equal. "It was OK to start with but got
a bit nasty."
"You don't need that. Look at you! You just have to walk down a
street and you find yourself a boyfriend!" she said, laughing, reaching
out to touch her shoulder. Lauren leaned her head on Kristal's
shoulder, curling up a little as she made herself comfortable.
"Didn't you feel petrified that you would never be loved, or would
never find a husband?"
"Sometimes, but it didn't concern me that much. It's difficult to
remember though when I first thought about that sort of thing."
"I sometimes think that I would die without Jim, and yet I know I'm
only thirteen. This summer has been so weird. So much has
happened. And I feel that I've joined this new club where only people
who know about sex are allowed in. Like there's an entrance exam!"
"And you passed easily!" Kristal paused, looking into her eyes. She
held out her hands to Lauren. "You're probably feeling stressed from
it all"
"What? My father says that he's stressed, but I don't have a job to do
that to me!"
"Yes, but you have other things. Believe me, there are a lot of
changes taking place inside you, and it all takes it's toll"
"You think so?"
"Lean back onto my lap and I'll rub your head. It'll help you relax
and sort out your thoughts. Just talking sometimes helps to sort them
out, you know."
Lauren turned so that her legs draped over the arms of the sofa. With
her caution abandoned, she rested her lead on Kristal's legs as the
fingers started to gently knead her temples. Thoughts about restraint,
visiting only twenty minutes and being home for lunch fled back into
her head, only to be cast out again for their impudence.
For several minutes, Lauren lay there is silence, marveling as she
relaxed under the hypnotic spell of Kristal's fingers as they imparted
their magic. Slowly, calmly, the fingers moved to her shoulders,
thumbs pushing into her back, easing the muscles and spreading a
glow in her upper body.
"You know, I'm not surprised" said Kristal, continuing her massage.
"Think about all the new things you're learning. Every time you push
your experience a little further, there is such a tremendous reward
that the sheer excitement probably tires you out."
"Hmm"
"But what would be worse would be to deny yourself all the
experimentation, just because you find it tiring! I just wish I had
discovered men and women at your age, and really found out all
about them. I wish I had been able to try something new every day,
even if it was just talking to someone new"
"Hmm. I suppose you're right. Like you rubbing my back, you
mean?" said Lauren, sleepily.
"Yes, it's new and now you know whether you like it or not. That's
progress."
"I love it. For God's sake don't stop!"
"I won't" said Kristal, laughing and running her fingers under
Lauren's chin and around her neck.
Lauren nestled deeper between Kristal's legs, ensuring that Kristal
understood that she had permission to continue further.
"You know, you should try the top on and make sure that it fits." said
Kristal.
"Hmm, I know." said Lauren, making no effort to move.
"Shall I help you?"
"That would be nice."
Kristal reached down to her cuffs and undid the little buttons,
allowing the sleeves to ride up her arms. She then found the buttons
at her neck and started undoing them, slowly and carefully, one by
one, as she continued to rub her neck and shoulders. Lauren bent her
left leg, placing her foot on the arm of the sofa so that her skirt barely
covered her knickers. She turned her head towards Kristal's bikini
bottoms and kissed her, gently licking her leg as she probed with her
tongue.
"Are you recovering yet?" asked Kristal as she leaned back on the
sofa.
"A little bit"
"Really, it's not surprising that you feel tense." She paused for a few
moments as Lauren continued to kiss her through her bikini. "Can I
ask you something?"
"I don't know. What?"
"Did you lose you virginity recently - I mean, could that be part of the
stress?"
"Yes I did, just after I came here last time"
"Oh, Lauren, you sweet thing." she said, pulling her tight against her.
You mean you were a virgin when we had our bath?"
"Yes, I suppose I was."
Kristal exhaled deeply, pulling Lauren closer to her so that her face
was buried between her legs.
"You're adorable. That's so nice" said Kristal.
Lauren continued to explore the limited space that she had, savouring
the growing scent of the girl as she licked and ran her tongue over the
material. Kristal became more adventurous, rubbing her fingers over
the nipples that pushed freely against the silky material of Lauren's
blouse.
"Hey, I've got a present for you" said Kristal
"For me?"
"Hmm, wait there"
Kristal laid her head on the sofa and smiled fondly as she turned and
walked towards her bedroom. Lauren frowned and watched her
tanned legs disappear round the corner. Kristal returned almost
immediately with a beautifully wrapped box, complete with a festoon
of ribbons and two large bows. Lauren smiled as she took the box
and gave it a gentle shake.
"What is it?"
"You'll have to open it and find out!"
Lauren pulled at the ribbon, careful not to ruin the decoration or the
wrapping paper. Inside was a white box marked Dior. She looked at
Kristal in astonishment.
"For me?"
"Sure, open it"
End of Chapter 17a
Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (17b/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 20 Jul 1997 02:15:28 GMT
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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 17b
Lauren lifted the lid and stared at the contents. Even though they
were wrapped in delicate tissue paper, there was no mistaking the
silvery silk underwear.
"Oh wow!" she exclaimed, smiling delightedly. She threw her arms
around Kristal and hugged her.
"Well, I just thought that you should not only look really great at
AnneMarie's wedding, but also feel great"
"Undo my blouse?"
Kristal undid the remainder of the buttons and helped the blouse off
her shoulders. She hung it on the back of the sofa as Lauren took the
small 32A bra and slipped it on, managing to fasten the two hooks at
the back without a problem.
"It feels completely different, it's so.. Oh I don't know, so naughty!"
"You look fabulous"
"Oh, Kristal, thank you." She looked at the older girl sitting opposite
her on the sofa and smiled gently. As Kristal put her hand on her
knee, she handed her the box, leaned back against the arm and closed
her eyes. "Please?" she said.
Kristal knelt on the floor beside her, fumbling slightly as she found
the zip that held the little girl' skirt in place. Lauren wriggled her
bottom as the skirt traveled down her legs, a surge of excitement
shooting through her as it came off at her feet. She felt Kristal's
hands slowly moving her thighs apart as she leaned over and a tongue
explored from her knees up towards her vagina. The memories of
their last afternoon of pleasure came flooding back as the tongue
probed into her knickers at the top of her pussy. And then she felt her
knickers being pulled from the sides and she gratefully lifted her
bottom to allow them to be pulled off. However, Kristal clearly had
other ideas, as she left them a few inches above her knees, restricting
the amount that Lauren could open her legs. The tongue returned,
running down from her navel and through her pubic hair. Kristal
caught some between her lips and tugged at it, causing a little stab of
pain that was not disagreeable.
"Do you want to learn some more, experience a few more
sensations?" asked Kristal.
"Yes, yes please" was all that Lauren could reply, her eyes still
closed and her vagina protesting at the desertion of the tongue.
"Come on then, first things first. We should make sure we're clean"
The two girls entered the bedroom, Kristal turning to look at Lauren
and take her hands in hers.
"Let's not get this new lingerie wet" said Kristal, reaching behind
Lauren and undoing the bra. She stood back slightly to admire the
small breasts of the young girl, rubbing the nipples gently with the
silk of the bra. Lauren reached forward and pulled Kristal's T-Shirt
over her head, delighted to see once again her large rounded breasts.
They embraced, slowly but confidently, both slipping their hands into
the back of each other's knickers and slowly pulling them down.
Kristal's bikini was tight and Lauren found it difficult to kiss her and
push it down. She knelt in front of Kristal and pulled it to her feet,
staring all the while at the shining lips of her pussy. Kristal
reciprocated, removing her knickers to reveal the dampness that had
been gathering since Lauren had stepped through the door that
morning.
They washed thoroughly, taking their time to talk and joke in the bath
while Lauren leaned back on Kristal as she had before, enjoying the
simple contact and the sensation of the girl's breasts in her back.
They dried each other before returning to the bedroom and sitting
together on the bed. The difference in age was quite evident between
the two girls. Lauren's long thin legs looked so young compared to
Kristal's, without very much rounding or filling our around her
bottom. Lauren had none of the hour-glass shape that Kristal had, her
slim waist accentuated by the roundness of both her breasts and her
hips. They lay down on the bed in each other's arms, talking quietly
and touching each others breasts and nipples.
"There are a couple of things that you should experience that I think
you'd like." said Kristal.
"I trust you"
"Come with me, you should call your mother and tell her that you're
having lunch here. The first experience is to phone her while we are
together on the sofa."
"I'll never be able to talk to her! I'd laugh or won't be able to think
of the words" protested Lauren.
"You'll be fine. We'll just be cuddling. And you won't phone her
until you're know you're ready"
They moved from the bedroom over to the sofa, both naked. Kristal
carried the phone and set it down on the coffee table. Kristal then
climbed up onto the arm of the sofa, placing one leg along the back
and the other wide in the direction of the arm, giving Lauren a
glorious view of her delicate pink lips and her budding clitoris,
surrounded by her neatly trimmed pubic hair. Lauren sat on the sofa
and leaned back on her leg, looking at the lovely site. She reached for
the phone and stared at the device.
"You won't say anything?"
"No. But try picking it up and coming over here" suggested Kristal.
She obeyed, her head moving closer to Kristal's sex. "Now lick me,
and try listening to the phone" Lauren again obeyed, her tongue
running along the top of her pussy and up and down the outer lips,
lapping at the sticky lubrication that issued from her slit. She dropped
the phone and flicked at the pale pink bud of her clitoris. "No, keep
listening and talking!"
After several minutes, both Lauren and Kristal had the courage to
proceed. Lauren dialed and was taken off guard when it was
answered almost immediately.
"Hi, it's me" said Lauren, returning in between Kristal's legs. She felt
Kristal's hands on the back of her head pulling her into her vagina
and the slipperiness of her sex again brought back deeply engraved
memories of their last loving afternoon. Lauren paused, listening to
her mother.
"It's fine, looks great. I think I'll have lunch here, is that OK?"
Lauren ran her tongue along the left-hand side of the hood that
covered her clitoris, round the bottom and up the right-hand side,
slowly and surely, gaining in confidence as she listened to her mother
talk about her visit to the supermarket in Thun.
"OK, see you later. Mmm, OK, bye." Lauren replaced the phone and
as Kristal gently lifted her head up to her breasts. "God, that was so
naughty!"
"You did well. It's exciting, isn't it, and it's something completely
new? The next thing is to have lunch."
"That's not really new"
"It is if you're almost naked, outdoors! Come on, help me in the
kitchen. You can dress in your new undies, and I'll put on some of
mine."
Lauren stared at her and realised she was serious as they moved into
the kitchen. Kristal pulled out various cold meats from the fridge
along with some lettuce, onions and other vegetables. Lauren
chopped the tomatoes and lettuce into a bowl while Kristal stood
behind her, breathing hard on her neck. Lauren giggled, shrugging her
off, but Kristal continued, her right hand traveling slowly round her
hip and down between her legs, while the hot breath turned into light
kisses over her neck and shoulder.
"Stop it!" she laughed, unable to stand still.
"Hey, want some wine?"
"Just a little, a really small glass, please"
With lunch prepared, Kristal led Lauren out onto the patio to arrange
the food. The patio area, Lauren was pleased to see, was very
secluded, sheltered from prying eyes by tall conifers, the mountain
and the house itself. She relaxed and positioned the two bench seats
either side of the square table. The sun shone brilliantly in the sky,
reflecting off the white table cloth into her eyes. The heat on the patio
was intense with the lack of any breeze, the silence broken only by
the sounds from the kitchen and the occasional bird.
"Come on, let's change!" shouted Kristal.
Lauren followed her into the bedroom, bringing her present with her
as she again watched the shapely tanned legs of Kristal, excitement
squirting through every vein as she caught glimpses of her vagina and
the thin mat of hair. Lauren borrowed a pair of silvery grey stockings
from Kristal, and dressed quickly, sitting on the edge of the bed to
roll them up her legs. Kristal dressed just as quickly, and the two girls
turned to each other. Kristal was dressed in a small low cut bra which
just covered her nipples but certainly made no attempt at covering the
majority of her breasts. The knickers were deeply cut, with high sides
and a low front the allowed a few wisps of hair to escape over the
waistband. Lauren had a slightly more traditional cut of style, her
little breasts filling the small cups of the bra, while her knickers
looked petite but in proportion to her legs and bottom.
The most wonderful part about the sight of the two girls in the
bedroom was their sheer stockings, held up by exquisite suspender
belts, accentuating the shape of their legs which had already been
greatly enhanced by the heels on their feet. Lauren could see the
slight bulge of the cheeks of Kristal's bottom, outlined by the edge of
her knickers, and longed to take them in her hand and caress every
wonderful inch. They both looked beautiful, especially Lauren, who
mixed opulence in her underwear with the innocence of her little
schoolgirl demeanor.
Kristal led the way out onto the patio. "It's probably a good idea to
wear your shoes now, just in case they need breaking in a bit." said
Kristal.
"Are you sure you can't be seen out here?" asked Lauren.
"Sure, look at all the trees." She stared up at the mountain that rose
steeply from the end of her garden. "I suppose if someone way up
there had a telescope they could see something, but they would have
fallen off the mountain long ago with the things that have happened
here!"
As the lunch progressed and the wine took it's natural effect, so the
body language became more open, the conversation more uninhibited
as the sexuality of both girls became more aroused. By the end of the
meal, the girls were facing each other, each with a leg along the
bench seat and the other on the floor as they leaned on the table,
replete from the meal and content with their surroundings. Lauren felt
slightly sleepy as the effect of the wine, sun and food combined
together. She supported her head with her hand, and then lay her head
on her arm, all the while continuing a dreamy conversation with
Kristal.
"I bet you'll always remember your first time with a boy. You'll
remember just as his cock touched you, poised at the entrance to your
pussy. I think that's the bit I remember" said Kristal.
"I do, it was in the bath. I hadn't really planned it, but it seemed so
right, you know?" said Lauren. She listened to herself talking, slowly
thinking about the words that she was speaking, wondering how on
earth she could be saying such things. Her heart beat wildly as she
realised she was only a couple of sentences away from revealing the
identity of her first love, and that was something she knew she could
not do. Like an airplane diving out of control, she struggled to pull up
and turn the conversation onto a different track. "Even better was
when I first came, I think"
"Did you do it yourself?" asked Kristal.
"No, a friend from school. I thought I was going to be sick, or
something had gone really wrong with me, you know?"
"Lucky boy, eh?"
"It was a girl, actually."
"Oh, tell me all about it. I wish I had first come at the hands of a
girl!"
And so Lauren related most of the story, including the chewing gum,
shaving and the encore she had received from Nikki afterwards. After
almost five minutes, while Kristal sat and listened in awe as the plot
unfolded, Lauren realised that they had both unconsciously moved
closer to each other, touching each other's tanned bodies occasionally
as the story had its effect.
"I want to do it for you this time, please?" asked Lauren, stroking
Kristal's leg.
"I'd love that. You're in charge. Just tell me what to do"
"Maybe if you lie all along the sofa the I can kneel on the cushion"
replied Lauren, positioning herself at Kristal's thighs. She saw the
rounded breasts straining against the bra even as Kristal lay on her
back. Lauren's eyes feasted their way down over the flatness of her
stomach to the slight mound that marked the beginning of her vagina.
She realised that there really was something sexy in wearing
stockings. Perhaps, she thought, it was just the gap between the
stocking tops and knickers that leant itself to exploration. She ran her
young hand over Kristal's face, introducing a finger into her mouth
for Kristal to suck. She explored further, slowly trailing her fingers
down to her breasts, pausing briefly to pinch a nipple through her bra
before continuing, downwards, over her knickers and the wetness of
her expectant pussy.
Lauren pulled Kristal's right leg towards her, leaning over her so that
she could see the indentation in her damp knickers as the material
disappeared between her lips. She reached underneath her bottom and
pulled at the waistband, exposing the wisps of hair as her underwear
reached her knees. Lauren saw her widely parted lips, the pink folds
wet and inviting as the sweet smell of sex wafted up, stoking her
craving for the girl. Lauren undid her own bra before leaning over
Kristal to offer her right nipple to her mouth. Kristal complied,
shifting her left leg over the edge of the sofa and ensuring that Lauren
had a better view of her sex.
"God, you're so wet" said Lauren, almost to herself.
"I know, last time you were here I was almost the same. I orgasmed
twice within ten minutes of you leaving."
"I'm sorry, make sure I do it right today?" she asked.
"You don't need teaching. Perhaps we should put the cushions on the
ground, it might be more comfortable"
They rearranged the furniture and Lauren resumed her kissing,
working her way down between her legs within minutes. Kristal was
obviously well on the way, and Lauren took the hint to remove her
knickers for her. Kristal's pussy was more than ready, the trickle of
natural oils clearly visible until Lauren's tongue lapped them up as it
passed over her lips on the way to her anus. Kristal moaned, a pained
expression on her face as her fingernails dug into the cushions either
side of her head.
Lauren rested on her left thigh and pushed the right one away from
her, opening her up even further as she shifted around, positioning
herself to straddle her face. Kristal took hold of Lauren's knickers
and roughly pulled them downwards to her knees, exposing most of
her bottom and pussy, and then pulled off her own bra, revealing her
hardened nipples which stood out from her breasts, aching for the
soothing action of the palm of her hand.
"Lori, my sweet, if there's anything you don't like then just move
away or tell me to stop. You know I'm almost there?"
"Mmm, don't worry!"
With her knickers just above her knees, she swung over Kristal's
head to squat a few inches from her mouth and hot little tongue, while
she hardly missed a beat with her own, gently probing around
Kristal's clitoris, teasing the hood and lapping at the intricate folds of
skin that had welcomed both men and women alike. Lauren felt the
warm breath on her vagina as Kristal strained her head to get closer,
eventually shuffling further down so that her tongue could start
licking her anus. Lauren replied by pushing her tongue hard into
Kristal's vagina, feeling the walls gripping it as another measure of
her juices flooded over her tongue. Lauren used her fingers to rub
Kristal's clitoris, tweaking it gently to bring it into the open before
beginning a slow, sure circular motion that made Kristal noticeably
quiver.
"God, that's it. Oh Lori, yes..."
Lauren felt the tongue that had been toying with her anus and the
entrance to her vagina move way down her inner thighs and then
return, suddenly, to probe deep into her anus. Kristal grabbed her
hips and pulled her towards her mouth, forcing the tongue between
the powerful muscles of her little hole. Lauren delighted in the
feeling, bringing her own hands down towards Kristal's bottom and
pushing a finger into her anus, well past the first knuckle. She left it
there as she licked up and down the pink lips, lapping at the folds of
skin as Kristal raised her hips to meet her. Undeterred, she continued
to lick as the tongue pressed deep into her own anus, and the bucking
hips spread the wonderful scent over her face and into her hair. The
regularity of Kristal's hips stopped as she lost control and frantically
pulled Lauren against her mouth, whimpering as she convulsed
uncontrollably. Lauren felt Kristal's anus contracting rhythmically
around her finger, giving her a sense of when she could slow down
the licking of her clitoris and gently suck at the little pink bud instead.
To Lauren's surprise, Kristal continued to hold tightly to her hips and
began pushing her tongue deeper and deeper into her anus. Lauren
responded, pushing her finger as far as it would go into Kristal,
making Kristal bring her legs up around Lauren's neck and grip her
with such force that she had difficulty breathing. Kristal came again,
this time laughing slightly like a child as she lost control. Lauren
could feel her finger being gripped tightly by the smooth tube of
muscles and pushed her hips back a little to ensure maximum contact
between her pussy and Kristal's face.
Kristal slowly relaxed, her feet resting back on the cushion as her
orgasm subsided. Lauren lazily withdrew her finger from the grip of
the girl's bottom, causing Kristal to moan in pleasure. She turned
round to lay alongside Kristal, pushing her left hand under her head
as the two girls embraced, their wet lips with traces of each other's
sex mixing lovingly together. Lauren lay back and looked up at the
sky, squinting as the afternoon sun shone down over her naked form.
She bent her left leg, and ran her hand over her pussy, pleased to feel
how wet and how exposed the inner lips were from all the attention
they had received.
"I just loved that, my dear." said Kristal, hugging Lauren to her chest
and cradling her head.
"I felt you come. That was really great, to actually feel you coming,
you know." said Lauren, staring at Kristal's nipple as she rubbed it
gently. Her tongue flicked it, and again. Several minutes past as they
remained together, caressing and savouring their love-making efforts.
"Wait here, I want to get something." said Kristal, walking into the
house. Lauren stretched out on the cushions, reaching above her as
she yawned, twitching her toes as she exercised her muscles. Kristal
returned and sat behind her head with her knees either side of her
face. Lauren looked up to see her two large breasts, a broad smile in
between.
"Stay there." said Kristal, leaning down to kiss her lips and around
her neck, caressing her face with her hands. As she moved lower
down, Lauren saw the sopping wet vagina of her lover, the lips now
parted slightly less, but still causing a thrill to run through her body in
anticipation. The kissing intensified as Kristal moved lower, her
stockings now either side of Lauren's head and the smell of her cum
heavy in her nostrils. Lauren looked to her right, finding bare skin
between the lace tops of Kristal's stockings and her pussy, and ran
her tongue as high as she could towards the waiting pink lips. Kristal
moved lower, hooking Lauren's legs behind her elbows to give her
mouth as much room as possible to nip her little bud between her lips
and send her stomach muscles into ripples of pleasure. The tongue
then lapped slowly around the folds of flesh, teasing her clitoris,
poking it back under cover of the skin so that it could re-emerge yet
again to be licked. Lauren thrilled at the sensation, pushing her hips
backwards to greet the source of pleasure. She felt Kristal's fingers
now lightly brushing over her lips, down to her anus, taking with
them the oily secretions that flowed freely and naturally from within
her young body.
Lauren then sensed a finger, running around her bottom, focusing
slowly on the little hole that had brought such a different and deep
sensation. She prayed that Kristal would push her finger into her, and
made a shrill squeak as indeed she felt her pushing against the tight
muscle and while another hand started to massage her clitoris. What
came next was a complete surprise, as a gentle humming noise
greeted her and the finger was replaced by a harder object. Lauren
tensed at the firmer intrusion.
"Hey, it's OK. Relax." whispered Kristal.
Lauren gripped the cushions as she felt her insides complaining about
the vibrating shaft, her anal muscles stretched way beyond anything
they had ever experienced. The shaft withdrew slowly, leaving a
warm glow and turning her thoughts from fear to anxiety that the tool
might never return. Then she felt the vibrations around her clitoris,
and to her astonishment her orgasm started to build at such a rate that
she feared something had gone wrong inside her. Her thighs shook as
her anus pulsed seemingly in time with the vibrations. Kristal was
obviously in tune with her progress, running the tool down towards
her vagina and into the opening, while her tongue found her clitoris
and licked rapidly. Kristal pushed harder, introducing several inches
of the throbbing shaft that were immediately gripped by Lauren's
beautiful tunnel. Lauren grabbed Kristal's bottom, pulling her on top
of her mouth and not caring if she stuck her tongue into her anus or
pussy, anything to reward her for the orgasm that was about to break
inside her.
Kristal transferred the vibrator from Lauren's wet pussy into her
anus, pushing firmly as it disappeared a couple of inches inside her.
Lauren gasped at the deep sensation, and as Kristal's tongue thrust
deep into her vagina, she felt her orgasm grow from deep inside her,
gather strength around her vagina and radiate throughout her body as
she froze, speechless, her nose buried inside Kristal's vagina. She
remained motionless, thinking of nothing, for what seemed like
minutes as her senses refused to tell her anything except that she was
floating, swimming in pleasure and ecstasy. Kristal removed the
vibrator and lay on her side, her head resting on Lauren's right thigh
so that she could see her wet vagina and kiss her gently as she
returned from her journey in fantasy land. They lay together for
several minutes, soaking up the warm sun. Lauren realised that
Kristal was still lying on her thigh, and closed her legs slightly to trap
her head between them, while staring up at the sky and rugged
mountain range, a smile flitting across her lips.
"I just want to sleep!" said Lauren, squeezing her legs together. She
heard Kristal chuckle and felt her pretend to be trapped as she
struggled to get free. A cloud moved out from behind the mountain,
blotting out the sun and giving Lauren goose pimples on her arms.
"Come on then, let's go inside. I could do with a little snooze as well,
just for an hour, eh?"
They left the patio and both entered the bedroom, Kristal climbing
into her bed, still naked except for her stockings. She beckoned to
Lauren who stood beside the bed, patting the bed. Lauren thought
about getting her knickers but decided that it hardly mattered
anymore. She clambered in and snuggled up with her back to Kristal,
fitting against her securely and pleased that Kristal had her arm
around her, her right hand covering her left breast. Within minutes the
two girls were asleep. There was silence for the next hour, except for
the regular breathing of the girls, the clunk of the answerphone
working on Kristal's business line, and a whirring noise for a couple
of minutes from Kristal's stereo and VCR unit in the lounge.
End of Chapter 17b
Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (18a/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 20 Jul 1997 02:15:06 GMT
--------
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 18a
Thursday 6th August
Her mother had been taking extra interest in both her children during
the summer vacation, pleased to see the way they were developing as
young adults, constantly on the watch however for any untoward
signs of drink or drugs. She had been put on her mettle by their
neighbour, Celestine Renzer, who had experienced the growing pains
of similarly aged children relatively recently - not of her own children
she had hastened to add - and was therefore able to offer some
depressing anecdotes.
It was during one of these lectures that they had been invited round to
a barbecue the following weekend. Mr. and Mrs. Renzer had moved
in only recently, and due to school commitments and other social
duties, the families had been able to exchange only the most cursory
of pleasantries. Mrs. Renzer had insisted that the children should use
their pool whenever they wished - although there was a fundamental
understanding that this was not expected to be taken up.
Once again, on Thursday morning Lauren was delighted when Jim
rang her, and asked her if she would like to go up into the mountains
one day, maybe have lunch at one of the mountain restaurants that
were accessible by cable car. She promised to call him back after she
had had a talk with her mother. She knew full well that she would not
really mind, as long as it was daylight and that she knew where they
were going.
"Why don't you ask him to meet you here? Then I can see him and
get to know him as well?" suggested her mother.
"Oh Mum, do I have to?"
"No, you don't have to. I just thought he might like to see where you
live and know a little more about you.
"Well, I'll see. When?"
"Anytime. Ask him if he would like to come to lunch tomorrow. Then
you could both go off for the afternoon and have tea somewhere".
Lauren went back into the lounge and asked him if this was allright.
He readily agreed, saying that he would really like to know where she
lived and looked forward to meeting her parents, a reaction that
Lauren found surprising.
"He said OK."
"Tomorrow?"
"Yeah, about midday"
Lauren went into bustle-mode, running round the house, ironing
clothes and tidying her bedroom, an activity that her mother found
amusing in itself.
That night, as Lauren lay in bed and looked through her bedroom
window at the moon shining between the mountains, she tried to
visualise how the next day might be. She ran through the
introductions she would perform after meeting him at the bus stop,
where they could go to have lunch, and what they might do together
during the afternoon. Her ideal afternoon would be alone with him,
talking about his friends and finding out about his home and family.
Perhaps they would walk up the road to the tracks into the mountains,
even take a cable car to one of the restaurants as her mother had
suggested.
As her dreams grew increasingly elaborate so they became more
romantic. Her lips revealed a gentle smile as she pulled the sheet up
to her chin, turning onto her side to stare out at the giant white circle
in the black sky. She thought back to their last meeting, and how they
had made love on the floor of the studio. In hindsight, she found it
difficult to understand how she could have done it when she had only
known him for a few hours. They hadn't even bothered with mild
petting or any of the other foreplay that was the staple diet of school
gossip. She recalled his size. She was sure that Jim was bigger than
Mike, but also considered each occasion as a separate experience that
maybe wasn't meant to be compared.
Her thoughts moved on to Kristal and Nikki. Then back to the school
showers and the chewing gum, with Nikki's wonderful help. All this
experience in the past few weeks! And before that, she had thought
that nobody would ever want to kiss her, let alone make love to her.
In fact, she thought, before the shower incident, all she had ever
done, apart from playing with herself, was to compare her breasts
with Nikki's the year before. While Nikki may have won on size,
both their nipples worked well, and Lauren was still convinced that
hers had the nicer shape. As her hands undid the buttons of her
pyjama tops, she realised that her parents would thrash her senseless
if they ever found out. She pushed the material to the sides, feeling
the sheet run against her nipples. She brought her right hand out to
rub them through the sheet, wondering what it would be like to spend
the night, a whole night, with Jim, waking up in his arms and feeling
his cock poking in her back as all boys do in the morning. The
nipples hardened, causing tingling sensations to run through her
breasts as she rolled onto her back, her left hand exploring the elastic
in the waistband of her pyjama trousers. Using the left hand gave her
the feeling that someone else was there, exploring, desperate to
ravage her body and carry her off into the night.
End of Chapter 18a
Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (18b/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 20 Jul 1997 02:14:44 GMT
--------
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
Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (19/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 20 Jul 1997 02:16:18 GMT
--------
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 19
Friday 7th August
Jim, ever punctual, arrived at eleven fifty, beaming as he saw Lauren
through the doors of the bus in her pale yellow dress and white shoes.
Even before the hissing of the hydraulics had stopped, he had his
arms around her and was hugging her such that her feet hardly
touched the pavement.
"Oh, I'm so pleased to see you!" he exclaimed
"Me too! Are you sure you don't mind meeting my Mum?"
"Of course not. Anyway, I want to be able to imagine where you are
when we talk on the phone". He wore jeans and a buttoned blue shirt,
obviously ironed that morning, and looked even more handsome than
she remembered from the last time.
They walked hand in hand from the bus stop towards her house while
Lauren pointed out the few places of interest on the way. As they
approached her house, a car passed them and pulled up outside their
new neighbours. Two people got out. The first was a pretty oriental
woman wearing jeans and a T-Shirt, the second a man who was about
thirty years old, in Lauren's estimation. They both walked up the path
to the front door, and after a short wait, disappeared inside.
"I thought after lunch we could go for a walk up the mountains"
suggested Lauren.
"Yeah, why not. I've only seen these mountains from my side, not
from round here."
They entered the kitchen to find her mother checking lunch for the
one hundredth time that day.
"Hi, you must be Jim!"
"Yes, pleased to meet you. That smells great!"
"Are you hungry?"
"He's always hungry!" said Lauren, watching her mother intently for
any sign of displeasure.
"Good, well it'll be ready in about ten minutes. It's only ham,
potatoes with onions and vegetables."
Lauren and Jim sat at the kitchen table, Lauren giggling as her mother
turned her back.
"Where do you go to school, Jim?" asked her mother.
"In Thun. There's a boys school there. I've been there since I was
about fourteen"
"That's nice. Do you enjoy it?"
"It's fine. Before that, we were in India where my father had to
work."
"Really? What does he do?" asked Lauren
"He's a banker. They opened an office in New Delhi and he headed
one of their departments."
Lauren watched her mother, now sure that Jim had gained her
approval. His stories about Delhi, the poverty, the history of the city
as it had moved around over the years and the rebuilding of the
ancient buildings gave a sense of a worldly-wise young man who
understood more than many of his age. Lauren found herself on the
periphery of the conversation, unable to contribute, or compete,
against the tide. But she had the sense to allow them to continue,
knowing that the more they talked, the more her mother would be
likely to give a favourable report to her father. Increased freedom
would be the result.
They enjoyed their lunch in the informal setting of the breakfast table,
her mother even allowing Lauren to have a glass of wine with her
lunch. They helped clear the dishes only to be shooed away into the
lounge as Jim offered to do the drying up. Lauren sat in the armchair,
as Jim sat near her but on the sofa, the regulation 1 meter distance
between them. Over coffee, the conversation again turned to travel,
the tourists in Switzerland and the benefit that they brought to the
economy.
"Let's go for a walk" said Lauren during a pause in the conversation.
"OK, where to?"
"Why don't you go for a walk and have tea up in the mountains?"
suggested her mother, again.
"Come on, let's just go!" said Lauren.
They left, walking separately out onto the road, but Lauren's mother
was pleased to see through upstairs window that they held hands
once they thought they were out of sight of the house. They passed
the neighbours house slowly, Lauren anxious that as many people
should see as possible. Within minutes, however, they had reached
the track and started the long, slow climb up through the trees. Still
holding hands, Jim pulled Lauren over rocks, steadied her when she
wobbled, and generally looked after her - even though she had
negotiated worse terrain in the dark with Nikki, a secret even her
brother didn't know and counter to all the teaching she had ever
received in school about mountain safety.
They walked for almost fifteen minutes while the pine trees thinned to
give way to the tough, weather-beaten grass of the mountainside. Jim
sat down on the thick grass in a clearing, staring down into the valley
below while Lauren looked for a soft spot and sat down to his right.
"Look, there's your station" she said, pointing to the town.
"Oh yes. What a great day!" He paused, looking at Lauren, and took
her hand in his. "I like your Mum, she seems really nice. You're
lucky"
"She's OK most of the time. Worries a lot."
"Yeah, so does mine." he said, leaning back on his elbows.
"Why does she worry about you? Do you do naughty things, young
man?"
"Sometimes, when it feels right"
Lauren leaned over him, pushing him to the ground slowly as she
closed her eyes and kissed his lips. Her head rested on his arm as he
pulled her to him, his left hand pushing the hair from her face and
following it down her back. They kissed for several minutes,
exploring mouths with their tongues, registering new emotions inside
themselves as their embrace grew more passionate. Jim bent his leg,
allowing Lauren to push her own between his, immediately feeling
the hardness of his cock on her thigh. She knew there was no chance
of making love to him there on the mountain and even less back at her
house. There was a possibility of playing with him and making him
come, but that would be messy and might make tea in a restaurant
difficult. As she felt herself growing wet, she wondered if it would be
possible in a cable car, but she concluded that the majority of the cars
were attended in the summer, the drag lifts not working until the ski
season started in late November.
Deciding that they were out of luck until they could find some
privacy, she lay against his chest for a minute, listening to the rapid
thump of his heart, wondering if hers was beating in time.
"Let's walk down the cable car station, it's easy from here. Then we
can get up to the base station and take another to the restaurant."
Jim seemed to understand her need to move on and watched her
smooth the fabric of her yellow dress down against her bare legs. He
brushed off the grass that had stuck to his jeans, and walked just
behind her as they headed towards the kiosk, the short queue of
people already visible in the distance. Lauren was in a playful mood,
jumping over the little rocks on her way down to the cable car. With
gay abandon, she turned to smile at Jim but caught her right foot in a
hole no doubt made by a passing cow. With the grace of that same
cow, she fell hard onto her shoulder, bracing her fall with her hands
and narrowly missing a rock.
"Ow, shit!" she exclaimed, bouncing on the grass.
"Are you OK?"
"Great, oh, and I've cut my damn finger." She held it up to him for
sympathy, and then saw the trickle of blood as it reached the palm of
her hand. Her eyes glazed over slightly as she supported herself with
her left hand, her breathing increasing in rate as the colour drained
from her face. "Oh no" she said quietly.
Jim sat down beside her and pulled out a handkerchief, wrapped it
round her finger and held her against him.
"I need to lie down, I'm sorry" she said, not waiting for him to help
her. She stared up at the sky as she floated, the world spinning slowly
as she tasted nothingness in her mouth. He squeezed her left hand,
reassuring her that he was still there. Ten minutes passed before she
felt it was safe to sit up, and another five until she felt that she could
continue her journey. Jim supported her like an old woman, gently
nursing her down the slope, guiding her over the grass lest she might
fall again with the strain of the walk. As they tottered round the
corner and joined the queue, she was delighted to see that not only
did the kiosk sell drinks and film, it also sold plasters, a choice of
three sizes being available, hanging up on the wall between the
cigarettes and Swiss Army knives.
They took their seats in the cable car, the attendant slamming the
door and banging the pin through the safety lock. He thrust the car
forward until it caught on the overhead cable, lurching backwards and
forwards until it passed over the first pylon, then settled silently as
they slowly made their way up. The colour of Lauren's cheeks had
changed from looking like the tops of the mountains to almost her
normal tan, giving her confidence that she was unlikely to die and had
lost no more than a few pints of blood. She settled down on the seat,
gazing out at the world as it slowly passed by, listening to the
whirring of the pylon wheels as the cable car passed over.
Lauren pressed him for more information about Delhi and his
experiences, learning of his school days and the legacy of the British
educational system that was still with the Indian education
authorities, hangovers from the days of the Raj, Eton and Harrow. It
was clear that he had been bullied, partly because of his poor English,
but had survived and achieved some success before returning to
Switzerland.
She sat close to him, watching him speak about his past, her hand
resting on his leg. She was flattered by the bulge in his jeans and
wondered if it had gone away even for the few minutes when they
waited their turn for the cable car. She assumed that there was some
sort of damp spot in his jeans, just as she knew there was in her
knickers, (requiring a secret rinse in the bathroom when she got
home, lest her mother might infer anything dirty had happened).
Occasionally, she would lean forward to kiss him, causing him to
stop mid-sentence and smile. There was little that she could tell him
to match his stories or experience, and she realised that she had a
shallow pool of observations to exchange for his. A brief shower
engulfed the car for almost a minute, sufficient to steam up the
windows and make it difficult to see into the distance. As the clouds
parted and hugged the mountain, the terminus came into sight. They
both stood, waiting for the attendant to open the door and hold the car
as they alighted on the ground.
They walked the short distance to the next station, listening to the
water dripping from the trees and the ever-present tinkle of the cow-
bells. The temperature had fallen from the seventies in the valley to
around forty at the higher altitude, the wind also contributing to the
overall feeling of cool dampness on her clothes.
They caught the second car which took them on a much steeper
ascent of the mountain, rumbling over the wheels of the pylons as
they both stared out of the window, watching the cloud below and the
valley beyond. The cable car station was an integral part of the
mountain complex, and it seemed as they arrived that all signs either
pointed to the gift shop or the restaurant. They made their way past
the little boutique and took seats by the window, admiring the view as
the waiter brought cutlery and a menu. The chose a potato pottage,
with great hunks of bread, and Perrier.
"So, what was so good about India?" asked Lauren, leaning on the
table.
"Oh, it's just so different. There's a big dividing line between the
people. Have you heard of their caste system?" he asked.
"No, well yes, but I don't know much about it"
"Well, depending on which caste you are born into, you're either one
of the managers or just a worker, and there are grades in between.
Everyone has their position in life. But the real difference between
here and there is the poverty. There are just so many people there
who look thin and underfed. I saw the slums in Delhi which just
stretch as far as you can see. It's weird, in the daytime they look
awful, but as it gets dark, the little candles in their shacks and under
the plastic sheets look beautiful."
She smiled at him, impressed that he could convey such sensitivity
about a difficult subject. Unwittingly, there was a gradual change in
her relationship with Jim as her thoughts about life matured. Whereas
she had previously needed him, flaunted him and made sure that the
world knew she had emerged from childhood, she had now embarked
on that long and sometimes painful road of learning how to handle a
close relationship with a boy who was a very good friend rather than
just a playmate. She later realised that she should be able to confide
in Jim in just the same way as she would with Nikki. The mountain
air was certainly having it's effect, the lack of oxygen at the altitude
only half the reason that she felt a little light-headed after their meal.
As they descended in the cable car, he continued his stories, telling of
his life in Delhi, their servants, cooks, butlers and all the other staff
that most of the Western employees seemed to have at their disposal.
He had also been to Katmandu, trekked with his father through the
foothills of the Himalayas and seen Everest.
"Hey, did you have a think about doing any more photos? he asked.
"Well, I'm not sure. I don't think we should, you know, do it there
again. Unless there's a bit more privacy, you know." she said,
looking down at her lap.
"No, I know, it seemed right at the time, and it was so good. Perhaps
we could stay there the night. Or do you think your mum would go
mad?" he asked.
"God, she'd throw me out." exclaimed Lauren, open mouthed at the
suggestion. She paused. "Unless she thought I was going to Nikki's. I
don't know. I wouldn't mind doing some more photos, it really was
fun. I'll have a think if you ask Marlene to see what she says"
They returned to her house just before six, and sat and listened to
music in Lauren's bedroom until it was time for tea. Lauren
introduced Jim to her father when her returned from work, and they
sat and talked in the lounge, while Lauren helped her mother in the
kitchen, trying desperately to find out what she really thought of him,
other than that he seemed a really nice boy from a good family.
Lauren went with him in the car to the station, waved good-bye (after
she had given him a little kiss while her father's back was turned) and
watched the train disappear round the corner towards Thun. Back
home, she scooted up her bedroom and shut the door, flopping onto
the bed with a broad smile and a growing sense of satisfaction.
Remembering their embraces on the mountain, she raised her bottom
and pulled down her knickers. Looking inside, she was not very
surprised to see a large stain that felt sticky as she ran her thumb over
it. She went across to the bathroom and ran some water into the
basin, rubbing the fabric to remove the marks.
Back on her bed, she thought about her day, and how she had really
wanted to be somewhere private with him. She dreamed of all the
stories should would be able to tell her girlfriends at school once term
started again, and how good it would feel to be part of that elite club.
She also thought again about doing another session of photos, and
decided that she probably would, though she'd talk to Nikki about it
beforehand to see what she thought. There was a gentle knock at her
door.
"It's me. How's it going?" asked Mike.
"Hey, great. You can come in if you want. We went up to the top
restaurant this afternoon for tea. And, I think that Mum approves!"
"I talked to her. She thinks he's a `nice boy'!"
"Thank God for that. I think he's wonderful. He's been to so many
places and knows allsorts of things."
Mike closed the door behind him and sat down on her bed beside her,
placing his hand on her knee.
"That's good. You'll have so much fun now!"
"Have you been with Nikki today?"
"Yeah, just this morning. Then I went to town to try and find some
clothes, but no luck."
"You should have taken her with you, she knows everywhere there is
when it comes to clothes."
"She had other stuff to do" he said, running his hand along her leg.
Thoughts raced through her mind. She guessed that while Mike might
have had sex on his mind all morning at Nikki's house, the only
reason why that hadn't done it would be because it was the wrong
time of the month for Nikki. She thought that if she just lay there, he
would probably run his hand up her legs to her pussy which was
doubly dangerous since their parents were in the house and she had
no knickers on.
"Are they watching the news on television?" she asked.
"Yeah, it's just started. Same old stuff, that's why I came up."
"Lie down. No, the other way round. That's it, now, promise to keep
quiet?"
"Sure."
Lauren undid the button on his flies as his head rested next to her
knees. She could feel the bulge in his underpants and looked towards
her bedroom door. Through the crack she could hear the television
and a report about the Swiss Government. She could also her parents
discussing something in the lounge. Lauren grabbed a bunch of
tissues from her bedside table and pulled his jeans open, giving her
enough room to drag the underpants down and expose the top of his
cock. She leant on her right elbow and started to rub the tip of his
strong cock, noticing that there was already a trace of cum glistening
on the end.
"Mmm, that's lovely. Lori, you're a great sister, you know!"
"Shh!"
She continued to rub, holding the tool in her fist as more of it
appeared. She lifted her left leg and leaned towards him, sure that he
wouldn't miss the opportunity of catching a glimpse of her damp
pussy. Sure enough, his hand moved between her thighs, caressing
her tanned legs until they came to her vagina, where a finger explored
her dampness. She increased her stroking, feeling his cock bulge in
her hand, guessing that there was little time until he shot his load
everywhere. She took the tissues and wrapped them over the end of
his cock, resuming her pumping as he found her clitoris and rubbed it
gently. Suddenly, he lifted his hips off the bed and jerked
convulsively, his cock throbbing rhythmically as she felt the warm
sticky liquid oozing out of the folds of tissue. His orgasm subsided
slowly, allowing him to lower his bottom back onto the bed. Lauren
wiped him carefully, wrapped the tissues up into a ball and pulled his
underpants back up over his flaccid cock.
She gently closed her legs, anxious that he should know that there
was no requirement for him to reciprocate, and sat up, smiling at him.
"Beautiful" he said
"Shh, it's fun. I don't mind now and again."
"I'd better go"
"And I had better have a bath. See you tomorrow. Hey, don't forget
we're going next door on Saturday!"
"Night!"
"Night." Lauren took off her yellow dress and carefully hung it over
the back of her seat. Pulling on her dressing gown, she made her way
to the bathroom, and lay in the hot bubbly bath for over forty minutes,
dreaming of Jim, Mike, and life in general. Eventually, she
succumbed to the demands of the day, and masturbated with her hair
brush, substituting soap for the oil. She dressed in fresh pyjamas, read
for ten minutes, and then slept like a baby.
End of Chapter 19
Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (20a/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 20 Jul 1997 02:17:01 GMT
--------
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 20a
Saturday 8th August
On Saturday morning, the whole family trooped round to the
Renzer's house, knocked on the side gate and went through to the
back garden singing `yoo-hoo'. Claude Renzer came through the
large sunroom and out onto the patio to welcome them warmly. He
was a tall man, thin with greying hair, and certainly older than
Maurice Gisal. Celestine Renzer, who joined him almost
immediately, looked radiant, almost too well, petite to the extent of
being dwarfed by her husband. Lauren and Mike looked around after
the pleasantries.
"Becky will be down soon, Lauren, she's just finishing off some
homework. Or that's what she says she's doing!"
They all smiled politely at each other, avoiding eye contact as they
studied the intricate patterns of the stonework. Mike looked up at the
bedroom windows expectantly. He had caught glimpses of Rebecca
and knew she had bright red hair, but that was about the limit of his
knowledge. Unknown to everyone assembled there on the patio, she
had featured many times in his fantasies between his sheets at night,
anonymity and ignorance being wonderful catalysts in the processes
of a fertile imagination. He turned to look at the spring board on the
side of their pool where she had been tied mentally many times in the
past four weeks since he had been back home while he took her from
every conceivable angle.
"Hi, sorry, calculus homework. I'm Rebecca!" she said, offering her
hand to Lauren. The girls smiled warmly and Lauren felt the girl's
eyes examining her as though she might be concealing a weapon
behind her back. Her hair was a perfect ginger colour, falling straight
over her shoulders with the slightest curl over her forehead. She wore
an elegant blouse tied in a knot over her stomach and her yellow
bikini provided a stark contrast to her bare legs, which were as pale
as her freckled face.
As Rebecca introduced herself to the remainder of the visitors, her
brother, Stefan, emerged from the house and shook hands with the
guests. He was clearly an athlete, Lauren feeling a little knot of
excitement in her stomach as she took his hand to feel his strong grip
as his muscles flexed. His eyes, she thought, were out of this world.
He was slightly taller than Mike, but only by a couple of inches, and
Lauren and Rebecca exchanged glances as it became clear that the
two boys were obviously going to get along very well indeed,
needing little introduction before they launched into a lively
discussion about music.
"Why don't you youngsters play in the pool. You won't be able to
swim after lunch for a couple of hours while your food goes down, so
I should do it now." advised Celestine.
The adults took their allotted positions on the patio, their view of the
pool restricted by the small heathers and shrubs of the patio border.
Drinks were ordered and brought out while huge splashes shot into
the air from the water.
"Stefan is on the school swimming team. He's swum for Thun and
Zurich in the past, but has to concentrate on his exams now. Next
year is his last before his finals." said Celestine, glowing with pride.
"How old is he, twenty?" asked Maurice Gisal
"Yes, that's right. Studying to be a surgeon. University is only the
beginning. Something that he tries to forget, I think."
"And what's Rebecca doing, didn't you say something to do with
computers?" asked Maurice
"Computer Science at the local sixth form college. Doing well."
They all peered through the shrubbery, trying to see who was
responsible for the splashing. It was clear that Mr. and Mrs. Renzer
had no worries about the children's safety with Stefan in the pool.
The small talk continued for a while as they discussed places of
mutual interest, and it seemed likely that they had both had a vacation
in Lugano during the same two weeks the previous summer. Mr.
Renzer lit the barbecue at the edge of the patio, allowing the charcoal
to smoke heavily as heat built up. The smell attracted Rebecca and
Mike, who came over to see what was happening.
"What do you want to do when you leave school, Mike?" asked
Claude Renzer.
"I'm not sure, I haven't really decided yet. Maybe something to do
with computers"
"Well, you should ask Rebecca to show you all her equipment.
There's enough upstairs to compete with NASA."
"Want to see?" she asked.
"Er, sure. What, now?" asked Mike.
"Sure, I'll show you Airline 2. Then we can have lunch."
Rebecca hurried him into the house and up to her room. To Mike, it
was the strangest girl's bedroom he had ever seen - even though he
could count those he knew on the fingers of one hand. Directly in
front of the door - so close that the door wouldn't open fully - was
her small bed. Climbing straight over the bed, she led him to her desk
along the window wall which was packed with screens and
keyboards. And to the right of the window, all along the wall, was
what appeared to be a shrine. A table was covered in a simple sheet,
with a Bible, five unlit candles and a small vase of flowers. A number
of pamphlets were also on the table, and Mike decided that it was
best to leave any questions until later. Anyway, he was a lot more
interested in the computers.
"Here's my birthday present, a 486 66Mhz multimedia box. This is
my old 386, and there's even a 286 stuffed under there. Cabling's a
bit of a mess! The three screens are only used for this simulator.
Want to see it?" she asked.
"Oh yeah, I played that once at school last term."
Rebecca peered out of the window, looking around the garden, and
reached down to the wall to switch on the system. Fans whirred into
action followed by a number of beeps. She sat down at the chair
wedged between her bed and the table, and brought up the aircraft
simulator while Mike leaned on the desk to her right, fascinated by
the technology that this girl had to play with in her bedroom. The title
sequence in the middle remained while the two side screens flicked
into life with scenery. She started to explain the airport rules, and the
joystick controls, finally deciding that the easiest way to explain
would be to take off and let him use the controls.
She took off from Zurich airport, climbed to the right and leveled at
ten thousand feet, ignoring pleas from Ground Control to reduce
speed and follow the flight path. She set a course for Paris and flicked
the autopilot. Mike was engrossed, his eyes flicking over from the
right hand screen, to the middle, then to left, and finally down
between the buttons of her blouse to her left nipple which was just
visible above the top of her bikini. He had no real idea about her
breasts, but knew they were larger than Nikki's, and that they seemed
to have a different texture. He could feel the beginnings of an
erection, and brought himself back down to earth as she cruised
through the clouds.
"So, I've got it up then, haven't I?" she asked.
Mike's heart leapt, trying to glean the minutest inflection from her
voice which would have distinguished her remark between a perfectly
natural comment and a leading question.
"Beautiful, very graceful"
"Want to try? I'll set it back in Zurich and you can take off for Paris
like I did"
Mike sat down in front of the screens while Rebecca pressed keys
until the plane was ready for flight, then took her position on the
floor by his side, her legs curled up underneath.
"Ease the throttle forward and pull back on the column when you
reach about one hundred and eighty kilometers per hour. That's it.
Gently, ease it up there. Nice and gently."
Mike found that the plane flew quite easily if you didn't make any
crazy movements. His heart was beating quickly as his eyes scanned
the instruments for signs of impending doom.
"Don't wander around the sky. Try and keep it straight!"
"I'm trying. It wants to turn"
Rebecca bent down and put her hands on his feet, pushing slightly on
his right foot to straighten out the aircraft. He giggled at her action,
feeling her fingers in between his toes as she watched the screen. She
flexed her back from side to side, grimaced a little and moved her
hands to his knees to continue, brushing her elbow against his damp
trunks as she made herself comfortable. Mike had no idea where he
was or what his course was. His cock however knew it wanted to go
up, and up it went as he sweated, staring blindly at the scene in front
of him. He could feel Rebecca leaning over his thighs, and realised
that her breasts were rubbing on his right leg. He could even sense
her eyes, alternately watching the screens and then his trunks. Mike
frantically tried to think of dying cats or hospitals on fire, anything to
take his mind off the bulge that now was obvious and would have
spelled trouble if someone had walked in at the time.
Rebecca stood up, went over to the window, and looked out over the
garden. She sniggered, turned to Mike and motioned him to join her.
He squeezed over, avoiding any contact between her bottom and his
bulging trunks.
"Look, your sister and my brother!" she said, turning to make sure he
could see.
He looked out towards the pool, where it looked like Stefan was
teaching Lauren to float on her back.
"So? My sister has a fear of getting her ears wet. It gives her
headaches." he whispered, unsure who could hear below.
"Yeah, but look where his hands are, and watch your sister!"
Mike stared at the two of them as Stefan continued to support her
bottom with his hand as Lauren floated gently on the surface. Slowly
it dawned on him that Stefan was brushing her breast with his left
hand, and judging by the way Lauren's legs were parted, it looked
like his other hand was entertaining her down below.
"Can't they be seen down there? asked Mike, peering over her
shoulder.
"No, the patio wall is in the way. We can't be seen up here either!"
she grinned, pulling him into her bottom. Mike's cock burrowed
between her legs, resting against her bottom.
"Are you sure?"
"I'll prove it" teased Rebecca, pushing him down onto the carpet.
"Turn round so your back's against the wall. That's it." Rebecca
moved towards him as he braced himself against the wall below the
window. She took his head and pulled him into her crotch, pushing
his mouth against her bikini which now showed the outline of her
pussy.
"Hey! Er, just a minute..." mumbled Mike, already finding it harder to
breath as he lapped at her.
"Take them down and kiss me. And if you stop, I'll scream!" she
giggled, moving as he dutifully pulled at the sides of her bikini. His
cock was straining against his trunks but happily they afforded him
more movement than a normal pair of underpants. The damp material
also felt sexier in a strange way, adding to his increasing sense of
pleasure as he pulled her panties over her knees and looked up
between her legs. Even though there was little light down there, he
knew full well that she had the most glorious ginger pubic hair, her
little pussy lips spread slightly, confirming that she found the episode
a pleasure.
To Mike's utter amazement, she leaned out of the window.
"Hey Dad, how's the barbecue going?" she shouted.
"It's fine, love, how's the new pilot?
Mike spluttered, convinced she was going to say something that was
going to mean trouble. He took stock of the situation, searching for an
alibi. `I'm sorry, Sir, but my tongue got stuck in your daughter', or
`I'm just making sure that the colour from your daughter's panties
hasn't marked her skin', or `We thought we'd work up an appetite
before lunch'. None of these seemed to hold out much hope for him.
"He's managing to keep it really straight. See you in half an hour?"
she asked nonchalantly.
"That should be about right."
She leaned back in, lowering herself so that Mike could follow her
pussy with his tongue. His head was pushed back against the wall as
she thrust her body at him, grinding her clitoris against his nose as his
tongue fought it's way between her spreading inner lips. Mike
brought his hands up to her bottom, holding both cheeks in an effort
to spread them as well as restrain her movements which were causing
his head to bang against the wall. His finger traced a line from her
cheeks down the deep valley and round to her pussy lips. He brought
his right hand round to the front to ease the insertion of a finger into
her vagina. As he pushed in and withdrew, the muscles in her legs
tensed, sending a ripple through her body and making her breath out
deeply. She slowly sank to the floor, making the stroking with his
fingers difficult.
She sat down in front of him, pulled his lips to hers and kissed him.
Her hands dropped to his lap as she continued to kiss his lips,
exploring his teeth with her tongue. She found his cock about to burst
through his trunks, and pulled at the waistband as her head sank to
greet it with her lips. Mike had never experienced something so
sensuous and wanted desperately to cry out in pleasure. He looked
down to see her red head rising and falling slowly as he felt his cock
disappearing into her mouth.
He put his hands gently on her head by way of thanks, encouraging
her with every movement of her head. She pulled up, shifting so that
he could now see his cock as her lips engulfed him and watch in awe
as her tongue licked around the top of him. She slowly pulled his
foreskin back, revealing the purple head, and lapped at the base of the
bulb and below as it joined the thick shaft. She lifted her head and
kissed him on the lips again.
"Rebecca, that's beautiful. But, we, er... we hardly, you know. We
hardly know each other." he said, as she continued to hold his cock.
"Oh, you' be surprised!" she said, a glint in her eye.
"No, I mean you haven't seen me like this before, and it's a bit, you
know, a bit quick!"
"But that's just it, I have seen this before" she said, smiling at him as
thoughts raced through his mind.
"What do you mean?"
"In your kitchen!"
"You've never been in it!" he said irritably.
"Ah, but I've seen what goes on in there. Especially at the weekend.
You and your sister seem very close, if you get my meaning!"
It took a couple more seconds before the full force of the implications
really hit him. Mike's mouth opened and closed as though trying to
form words as he blushed, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red as
though he had just been caught stealing sweets from a child. He tried
with difficulty to work out how many times he had stood in the
kitchen with his T-Shirt covering his body, and in addition, how many
times Lauren had sat on the stool while they talked. The scene came
flooding back of Lauren and Nikki pulling down his trousers and
underpants. She looked at Mike as though she understood his
embarrassment.
"Hey, it's OK, Stefan and I have done it as well, although not for a
while now. When we were both experimenting we used to pretend we
were doctors and patients. That led to some great times!"
"Lauren usually just watches, while I, you know, play with her
friend." said Mike, watching the hand on his cock resume it's
movement.
"That's nice. I like it when someone watches." She paused, looking
down at her hand. "I like your cock, it's a nice shape. My parents'll
be going out later so we can play some more. What about in the
pool?" asked Rebecca in the same voice she might have used to ask
in the supermarket for a kilo of sausages.
Mike looked around the room, feeling an internal tingle as a dribble
of cum made it's way to the top of his cock. He noticed again the sort
of altar or shrine that Rebecca had against the other wall, and saw the
pictures and next to a five-sided star.
"That's my religion. I belong to a local church known as the
Residualists. There is an element of Buddhism, but mainly it follows
the teachings of the Bible." said Rebecca, holding his cock with both
hands.
"How can you be religious?" asked Mike, raising his eyebrows and
smiling.
"Oh it's easy. The Buddhist element we follow teaches us to relax,
and to accept things for what they are and the future for what it holds.
The Christian element allows them to analyse the Bible for the path to
happiness. All behaviour is accepted because it is inevitable, pre-
ordained. It's fate." she said proudly.
End of Chapter 20a
Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (20b/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 20 Jul 1997 02:18:01 GMT
--------
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 20b
"So you can do what you like?"
"Within reason. You can't kill anyone, of course! But a lot of the
teachings of the church show us that sex is part of life and therefore
to be enjoyed as part of the church."
"What do your parents think about all this?
"They don't know too much about it, except that I go off every
Sunday for a few hours. Also they know I'm being accepted into the
upper church in about two weeks time, but I know they won't come
along." She got up, pulling Mike up by the arm. "Hey, we'd better
stop. I don't want to waste all that cum in here when I can feel it
inside me in a couple of hours time!" she said, causing Mike's cock
to throb painfully.
Mike picked up her bikini bottoms as she sat back down on the bed.
She giggled as she rolled back to give him a perfect view of her
ginger hair and her enlarged, damp pussy.
"Kiss me there, one more time?" she asked.
Mike pushed her left leg and gave himself ample room to lick along
her thigh and over her pubic hair, running his tongue through her curls
and down along the lips of her pussy. She moved her leg back,
making it easy for Mike to get each leg into the correct bikini hole as
he covered her up.
"Now, we'd better wait a bit until this goes down" she said, popping
his cock back into his trunks and putting him back in the pilot's seat.
Mike felt a little disappointed, but thought that this was so
unexpected that he had no reason to complain, and even less after the
promise she had made about the fun they might have after her parents
leave.
After flying the simulator for a few minutes, Mike returned to normal
but was slightly concerned, as they went downstairs, that he might
spring into life when he saw his sister. However, he thought no more
about it once he began talking to Rebecca's mother about school,
careers and the holidays. The parents seemed to have found plenty to
talk about, and would have continued talking until sunset had it not
been for their respective duties for the remainder of the afternoon.
"You children can stay and play in the pool while we're out. There's
some more food in the `fridge if you're hungry, but do please clean
up after you." said Mr. Renzer, piling plates on top one another as
she tidied up the table on the patio.
"Yes, stay for the afternoon if you like. We'll be at Aunt Francie's
but we'll be back at about nine." said Lauren's father.
"OK, we'll be good, Daddy!" said Lauren in a baby voice.
"Hey, want to play a game? We can sit out here and get some sun at
the same time. What about Monopoly?" asked Stefan, already leaving
to go into the house.
And so as their parents left to attend to their separate duties, the
children occupied the patio table and set up the game. Stefan acted as
waiter, pleased that both Lauren and Mike agreed to his suggestion
that they should all drink a mixture of white wine and lemonade, with
plenty of ice, while they played. The big chairs were covered by blue
and white striped cushions, allowing Lauren to put her legs over the
arm and get comfortable as Stefan distributed the money - with a bit
extra just for her. Lauren was pleased to note that she was sitting
between Rebecca and Stefan, with the sun shining directly onto her
front.
Once the game was under way, Lauren looked more closely at Stefan,
remembering the feel of his cock in the water, and the expert touch of
his finger between her legs as he so innocently taught her how to float
on her back. He seemed to assume that she would not object to the
presence of his hand. In fact, he had shown very little caution before
touching her and rubbing his thumb over her vagina underneath her
black bikini. She had hated the garment last year, but was having
second thoughts now. Perhaps it would be a waste to throw it away -
unless she could beg or borrow one from Marlene one day. Her
thoughts wandered as she recalled her passionate encounter with Jim.
It was just so big, and so painful as he....
"Hey, your go. You need a nine to land on me." said Stefan, handing
her the dice. She shook it quickly and rolled them across the board.
"Five, I'll buy it. I like the stations" said Lauren, handing the notes to
Stefan.
Their game continued, each player building up their property holding
as they watched their opponents intently. Rebecca was in a jubilant
mood, making jokes about anything and everything as she succumbed
to the white wine.
"Hey, did you enjoy your swim before lunch, Lauren?" she asked.
"Fine, Stefan was teaching me how to float, you know."
"Oh, we know, we saw you, didn't we Mike?" she said with heavy
innuendo.
Mike was silent, pretending not to hear properly due to his
concentration on the game.
"Come on Mike, we saw them didn't we? Or couldn't you see from
where you were?"
"I thought you were sitting on the patio right here?" asked Lauren,
looking alternately at the boys.
"No, I played with Rebecca's computer."
"You played with me as well. He had no trouble keeping it straight,
you know!" teased Rebecca.
"Hey, you lot, let's be honest about this!" said Stefan, controlling the
conversation. "Lauren, Mike, we've seen you in your kitchen a few
times. We were like you a few years ago. There's nothing to be
worried about - we won't say anything. Lauren, you're a beautiful
girl!" he said, patting her hand.
Lauren smiled, feeling that she needed a compliment. Now she cast
her mind back, she had seen the curtain in their bathroom move
slightly now and again, but had never actually seen anyone.
"And so is your friend, what's her name?" asked Rebecca.
"Nikki"
"Our parents would kill us if they knew what we done in the past"
smiled Rebecca. "There was one time that Stefan tied me up really
well with ropes so that my hands were behind my back and my knees
up against my chest. He had me on his bed..."
"Becky, it was on your bed, otherwise there really would have been
some explaining..." interjected Stefan.
"Oh yes, on my bed, and he was pumping me quite quickly when we
heard my mother open the front door." laughed Rebecca.
"Oh God, what happened?" asked Mike, feeling his cock swelling.
"Well, Stefan pulled his underpants back on lightning fast. I was
struggling to get free but he'd done such a good job that even
Houdini wouldn't have got out!"
"I bet you Mum was mad!"
"Well, big brother here picked me up and put me to bed. Then he ran
downstairs to tell Mum that I wasn't feeling too well and had gone to
bed!"
"Brilliant!" shouted Lauren gleefully.
"Not that clever. She came upstairs, sat on my bed and took my
temperature. She wanted to take my pulse but I managed to convince
her that I just needed sleep. Anyway, I was so hot, dying for it as she
left, and couldn't get even one finger between my legs!"
"She had to stay in bed for the rest of the day to make it look right!"
said Stefan. "I sneaked in now and again, putting my hands under the
cover to try and get the ropes off."
"After a while I told him to forget the ropes and get his fingers into
me. God, I remember how wicked that felt!"
"Roughly the same thing happened to us." said Mike, warming to the
idea.
"Oh, Mike" complained Lauren, uncomfortable with the thought of
revealing their intimacies.
"Lauren! said Rebecca, "we've probably done exactly the same
things as you have. Don't worry!" Rebecca touched her feet as they
hung over the side of the chair to provide reassurance.
"Yeah, we were watching a film when our father returned to pick up
some stuff. We couldn't get upstairs in time and had to hide behind
the sofa."
"Naked? How many of you?" asked Stefan.
"Three, me, Lori and Nikki. Luckily he didn't come into the lounge,
just wanted some stuff from the kitchen."
"I love it when there's a little bit of danger involved. I tingle all
through. Lauren, don't you find it makes you wetter than normal?"
asked Rebecca.
"I don't know really." she said, fascinated by the conversation but so
reluctant to share her feelings with people who were really strangers.
"Oh, Lauren, what about when we were in the pool? I know you
enjoyed that. I could feel it!" said Stefan, smiling kindly at her. "In
fact, I can still taste it" he said, licking his fingers.
Lauren appeared to start to reply when she simply inhaled slowly,
dreamily, as eyes closed slightly. It was indeed a wicked thing to do,
floating in a pool thirty feet from her parents as a boy ran his hand
over her vagina. To think that her father or mother only had to stand
up to see what they were doing. They would have gone bezerk. She
recalled that her brother had already been upstairs with Rebecca and
had wasted no time in entertaining her, although it may have been the
other way round, she felt, with the open approach to sex that Rebecca
seemed to prefer. She smiled.
"I did enjoy it, Stefan. You're very good at it." Inwardly, she
breathed a sigh of relief, pleased with herself that she had been able
to communicate her feelings.
"I think the rule should be that we should only talk about boys, girls
and sex while we play this game. And of course I get to have the
winner!" said Rebecca.
"What if it's Lauren?" asked Stefan.
"That's fine! And if I win, you'll just have to watch me do myself!"
she said, laughing as she threw the dice.
The game continued, the conversation alternating between the
inevitable accusations of cheating and the even more inevitable
stories of sex, often embroidered by Rebecca as she stood up to
provide emphasis and acted out the scenes to everyone's amusement.
It was clear that she had an eye for people's desires and fetishes, and
could convey them in a very amusing and effective way with her
facial expressions and earthy humor. Lauren and Mike liked her, their
laughter growing with the intoxicating effect of the stories, the sun
and the wine. Stefan had heard much of it before, but obviously had
forgotten many of the episodes. Rebecca had few scruples about
portraying scenes of indecency, running her hands over her breasts
and between her legs for emphasis as required.
"And then there was the time" giggled Rebecca, "that I was sitting
with my boyfriend at the back of the bus coming back from Thun. He
dared me to take off my knickers, which of course I did as the bus
was empty, and I put them in my pocket. Then he dared me to sit on
his cock. I thought he would chicken out, but he pulled out his thing
and I had to sit on it."
"Didn't anyone notice?" laughed Lauren, her throat hurting now.
"Well, not to start with, but the bus became really busy, and by the
time we decided that we'd better stop, there was always someone
looking. Then the worst thing happened! An old lady sat on the seat
next to us and tut-tutted at us for cuddling on the bus. The bus
bumped along the road as it went up into the hills, and I turned to see
the look on his face as he realised he was going to come! It shot into
me, dribbling out and over his balls, into his trousers. We had to stay
on the bus until the lady left, and then quickly get cleaned up. Of
course we had gone much too far and had to get the next bus back!"
Rebecca turned to Mike, pleased that she had such an appreciative
audience for a change.
"Hey, I like the look of that, Mike. Can I play too?" she asked,
leaning forward over the table so that the others could see down her
bikini top. She ran her hand over the bulge in Mike's trunks, noting
that it was well on the way to becoming as stiff as before. "Hey, I'm
hot. Does anyone mind if I take my top off?" asked Rebecca, looking
mainly at Lauren.
"No, I think in a few drinks time I might just do the same!" replied
Lauren, her hand moving up and down her thigh as she leaned back
and looked round at Stefan. He picked up the wine bottle and stood
up to fill her glass. She noticed that he too had a bulge in his trunks.
She realised - as her mind tried to visualise the shape of him
underneath - that she had already drunk plenty of wine, and felt bold
enough to follow Rebecca's lead. She reached up as she leaned back
on the arm of the chair and took hold of his concealed weapon,
causing him to knock the bottle against her glass. Rebecca smiled as
she looked at Mike.
"Please?" she asked.
Mike reached over and undid the clip on the back of her bikini,
watching as the straps pinged apart. Her skin was so pale compared
to the others and almost matched the white of the patio table. She
leaned back into the chair as her breasts revealed their true shape.
They were certainly large, but not very firm, although to Mike they
looked very grown-up and sexy. She reached behind the chair and
clicked the back of the seat down a few notches, reclining it almost
flat. Stefan cleared away the game from the table and made space for
the next round of entertainment. Lauren helped him put the money
and cards into the box, and stood in front of him, her back to the
table. She saw Mike kneel between Rebecca's legs, as she pulled her
man closer towards her, feeling the stiff arrogance of his cock
pressing against her stomach.
Lauren's hand threaded it's way under his trunks and into the large
tent created by his cock against the material. She held his balls in her
right hand, squeezing gently as she had done previously in the pool.
He pulled her up so that as she stood on tip-toes, he kissed her lips
while she put her arms around his neck. His warm hands touched her
breasts through her top, causing the little nipples to awaken and stand
to attention. His fingers moved under the bikini, pushing it gently
aside as her breasts were treated to sunlight for the first time in many
years.
Lauren shuddered as his thumbs roamed over her nipples, her
thoughts turning from her pent-up desires to Jim and then on to her
mother and father. Between kisses, she glanced at Rebecca,
fascinated to see that she had one leg over each arm of the chair with
her bikini bottoms halfway down her thighs, giving her brother ample
room to investigate her pussy with his tongue. She couldn't see
Rebecca's pussy, but reckoned from the sounds that she was very
wet and enjoying every moment. Lauren felt her bikini top come off
as Stefan explored her ears with his tongue, causing her to become
very wet as she pushed herself against his body.
Stefan put his hands behind her back and lay her down on the table so
that her legs draped over the sides without touching the patio. He
resumed his kissing, pausing only once when he poured some wine
over her breasts and hot pussy. She could smell the heady incense of
the two aphrodisiacs as they joined forces to summon the beginnings
of her orgasm. So many thoughts ran through her head, not least the
desire to come, to feel Stefan inside her, and to do it outdoors for the
world to see. Her feelings and desires concurred as the tingling
sensation that she had grown to worship began inside her, the
bubbling deep in her stomach signaling that Stefan was doing a fine
job. She turned to her left to see her bother pulling off the yellow
bikini bottoms to reveal Rebecca's hairy pussy, and noticed the
translucent sheen of his saliva dribbling down her little pink lips. Her
pussy gaped open, pleading to be filled, as Mike stood back up to
allow Rebecca to pull down his trunks. Seeing his sister he half
turned to let each girl to assist. His cock sprang out of his trunks,
wobbling in the fresh air, only to be grabbed by Rebecca and pulled
downwards. As Mike disappeared out of view, she sensed Stefan
move down her body slowly, kissing delicately every few inches as
he mapped out the hidden jewel and hot cave between her legs.
An invisible tongue started licking her feet, sucking her toes as hands
explored her legs, pushing her knees apart to allow the tongue to
make it's way into view, onwards to it's goal. The tongue probed
around her bikini bottom, exploring the gusset that covered her
treasure, and onwards to her breasts. The tongue teased her taught
nipples. As it flicked gently, her nipples communicated with the
orgasm brewing within. Lauren could hear Rebecca on her right
gasping in time with the squeaking of her chair. Her own body was
receiving similar attention, as the tongue descended slowly down
over her stomach and fingers pushed into the sides of her bikini,
pulling it down from her waist. Lauren obliged by raising her bottom
off the table to speed it's progress. Her clothes discarded, Stefan
pulled her towards him so that her bottom was on the edge of the
table. He held her legs together with one hand at her ankles, pulling
down his trunks with the other.
His cock probed her vagina, teasing her as she reached back to grab
the side of the table behind her head, her breasts flat against her
chest, rising and falling with her breathing. Her eyes were shut tight,
due both to the brilliant sun and the sensation of abandonment on the
table. Suddenly, she knew she had to share the moment.
"Mike, hold me" she pleaded, faintly aware of her voice.
She opened her eyes slightly to see her brother above her, leaning
down to kiss her. Closing her eyes, she felt another skin behind her,
and reached up to confirm that Rebecca had taken his place at her
head to see Stefan enter her. Lauren raised her hands and touched her
breasts as Stefan placed her legs on his shoulders, allowing him a
clear path into her. She felt his cock touch her pussy as lips kissed
her breasts, moving up to her neck and over her ears. As she arched
her back to encourage the kisses, she smelt the now familiar scent of
a woman in her nostrils and breathed in deeply. Stefan entered her.
He withdrew almost all the way and ran his finger over her pussy lips,
transferring the slipperiness to her anus, underneath his cock. She felt
his finger probing into her anus, deeper and deeper as his cock
plunged back in. Although she had no way of really telling, she
thought that his finger was in several inches, exploring her most
private of entrances in front of two other people.
She felt Rebecca lean over as her big breasts brushed her face, one
nipple pausing against her lips. It continued down as now two pairs of
lips sampled her nipples, tongues flicking occasionally to keep her
nipples taughtly erect to the point of almost being painful. The finger
in her anus pumped in unison with Stefan's thick cock giving her
several minor tremors, precursors of the big one. And then she knew
that there was no return. Her muscles responded, trembling,
contorting around the finger and cock as they demanded every ounce
of energy to satisfy her lust. Her hips left the table with the inward
stroke, matching thrust for thrust as her feet hooked firmly behind his
neck and the tongues moved from her breasts to her neck, then round
to her ears. Firmer and firmer now, the strokes were solid and
forceful as their pubic hair mashed together. She could feel his strong
cock pounding into her relentlessly, their bodies slipping together on
the table easily as her pussy provided it's exotic oils. The finger left
her anus as an arm wrapped around her legs, causing the cock to be
squeezed tightly inside her pussy. The tongues probed inside her ears
as a scream left her lips, a second scream blocked by material thrust
into her mouth. The pounding into her vagina continued as a warm
sensation filled her inside and the cock expanded against the walls of
her pussy. She felt multiple waves shoot over her consciousness,
dragging her without mercy to that distant place where sound and
vision stop, and all that it left is pleasure. The material in her mouth
smelled of woman, and guessing that it belonged to Rebecca, she
bucked again as another streak of pleasure shot down between her
legs.
She felt the cock withdraw and faces, tongues, move down her body
towards her drenched pussy. And then someone was there, between
her legs, lapping at her entrance, causing little ripples of pleasure to
bubble up through to the surface as her legs shook and her stomach
muscles relaxed slowly. She was vaguely aware of the slick river of
cum flowing down between the cheeks of her bottom and onto the
table as she brought her hands over her head towards the tongue, and
felt the long hair of Rebecca. The tongue moved up to the sparse
pubic hair above her clitoris, and Lauren pushed her finger into
Rebecca's mouth, delighted as she felt it being delicately sucked by
the naked girl.
"Come with me" whispered Rebecca.
Lauren felt a hand pulling her upright and as she opened her eyes, she
saw Rebecca's large breasts, the freckles on her stomach and the red
pubic hair that covered her pussy. She slid off the table, took her
bikini from Rebecca with a little smile and followed her unsteadily
through the door into the conservatory. Rebecca held out her hand to
Lauren and led her up the stairs, giving Lauren a close-up view of her
rounded bottom and her hairy pussy between her legs, a view that
Rebecca was well aware of as she swung her hips and accentuated
her steps with a laugh.
They entered the bathroom, and Rebecca offered her a wet flannel to
wash herself with.
"Sit on the toilet seat, and I'll clean you up" said Rebecca, pulling
Lauren's right leg up onto the bath. Rebecca knelt down and wiped
away the trail of cum and saliva, rinsing the flannel and then cleaning
her breasts. She rinsed it again and handed it to Lauren. She did the
same for Rebecca, rinsing off the traces of their previous pleasure.
Lauren marveled at the firm roundness of Rebecca's breasts, and
smiled as she dabbed the warm flannel over the lips of her labia.
They left, Lauren following again behind. Rebecca pushed open her
bedroom door and flopped down on her bed, leaving enough room for
Lauren to sit carefully on the side.
"Wow, look at all this equipment. No wonder my brother was
interested!" exclaimed Lauren. She looked around the room noting
the books on her shelves and the mass of equipment that lay on the
table and on top of anything that would support it. Her gaze halted on
a simple white table that was set against the wall. "What's all this?"
she asked, indicating the small shrine.
"I was telling Mike about that, it's my religion. I'm a member of a
local church called the Residualists. It's a bit of Buddhism, but
mainly it's Bible studies." said Rebecca, looking at Lauren.
"I've never heard of them. Do you enjoy going?" asked Lauren,
threading her way over to the flowers and pamphlets. She started to
read the first one, noting that there was a belief in righteousness and
pleasure. She was very pleased to see a mention on fate and pre-
ordained events and found herself understanding the basic
foundations of the movement.
"I love it. They are all so kind and well-meaning." said Rebecca,
placing her hand on Lauren's knee. "In fact, I'm being accepted into
the upper church in a couple of weeks now I've finished my studies.
You can come to the ceremony if you like, see what you think." she
suggested, giving her a squeeze.
"Oh, I don't know, I'd feel out of place."
"Bring you friend, Nikki. You don't have to do anything, but I would
really like some help before the ceremony as I get ready. Go on, say
yes!" said Rebecca, grinning as she realised that to have the two girls
along would be wonderful.
"What would I have to do?"
"I'm not too sure, I've never been a bridesmaid before at the Church.
But friends say that they have to stay with the Bride, help her to get
washed, dressed and generally ready. Then we have the ceremony,
where you have to help me with the man or boy, then we have photos
and then we have the sort of wedding breakfast which is usually just
rolls and some wine."
"What do I have to do with this boy?"
"Nothing, more like you'll be helping me just like bridesmaids at
other churches. He should also have one or two people there to help
him. Honestly, although I haven't actually done it, I saw a wedding
about a year ago and it was a really good ceremony. Nothing weird,
just lots of words
and love." said Rebecca.
Lauren leafed through the book, finding the section about marriage
within the church.
"I'll think about it. Do you really have sex with him? That's what it
says in this book!"
"Sure. Well, sort of!"
"What, even though you've never seen him before? I could never do
that!" said Lauren.
"It's symbolic rather than anything else. He'll put it just inside me,
that's true, but that's about all. Nobody really sees anything!"
answered Rebecca, giving Lauren a reassuring pat on the leg.
"I'll see what Nikki thinks. I'm only going to go if she will." said
Lauren.
"Great, now, guess what we are going to do?" said Rebecca,
changing the subject.
"Er, play with your computer?" asked Lauren.
"Nope. We're going to dress up! Watch this" she giggled, dropping
her towel as she made her way to the drawers under the pamphlets
and pictures. She pulled on the top two handles, rummaged around
and removed several pairs of black lace knickers, bras, stockings and
suspenders. "I've got white as well, plus one or two silvery grey
pairs. Let's see what looks best. Stand up!" she commanded, holding
out the knickers to Lauren.
"I think white against my tan. I bet you look great in the black ones!"
said Lauren, dropping her towel to the floor. She pulled the white
knickers that Rebecca handed her over her legs and up tight around
her bottom. They were a bit too big, a fact confirmed by Rebecca as
she ran her hand along the top of her legs and down in between her
legs.
"Yeah. Here, try these"
The second white pair of knickers fitted very well, and were
beautifully tailored, deeply cut with lace edging revealing just a trace
of the wispy pubic hair that had grown since her accident a few
weeks before. Lauren then dressed in a suspender belt to match the
knickers, and sat on the bed while they both rolled stockings onto her
legs. Rebecca helped her fasten them, brushing against her vagina
without apology, then pulled her up in front of her while she took a
long look.
"Shoes! Then you'll look super-sexy" she giggled, bending over to
look under her bed, her bottom high in the air, showing her little hole
and her wet pussy. Lauren was amazed at just how wet she seemed to
be, concluding that some of the dampness must still be the result of
her brother's tongue. Lauren slipped on the shoes offered to her and
felt powerful with her extra two inches of stature.
"Now me" said Rebecca, laying out the black underwear on the bed.
She briefly looked out of the window, pleased to report that the boys
had their trunks back on and were talking by the side of the pool,
dangling their feet in the water. Lauren watched Rebecca fishing for
clothes in her bottomless draw, and noticed the sound of a lawn
mower close by. She even thought she could smell the newly cut
grass as she wandered over to the window and looked down at the
pool. She was pleased to see the boys still in conversation. She
wondered if they had felt the urge to touch each other's cocks, but
supposed that they felt no need to help each other to orgasm since
there were two willing girls to do it for them. She turned back to see
Rebecca dressed perfectly in her black underwear, the high heels
accentuating her legs. Her knickers and breasts were held tightly by
the lace material, barely hiding her bush of pubic hair and proud
nipples.
"Let's go tease!" giggled Rebecca, climbing onto the bed to get
around Lauren and racing downstairs nosily.
End of Chapter 20b
Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (20c/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 20 Jul 1997 02:17:31 GMT
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Lauren Gisal
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material then read no further and delete this file. You will note that
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credited to the author, Francis Dashwood.
Chapter 20c
Lauren followed at a more leisurely pace, looking around the house
and admiring some of the more expensive ornaments. They certainly
seemed to have some money, she thought, admiring the beautiful
lounge carpet and the paintings on the wall. The lighting and furniture
combined to give the required feeling of opulence and relaxation.
Rebecca was waiting by the patio door for her, looking out towards
the pool to see what the boys were doing.
"Let's just walk up to them and stand there. See what they do. I bet
your brother gets hard first!"
"OK, I'm right behind you!" said Lauren, anxiety in her voice.
The girls paraded out onto the patio as Rebecca put her arm around
Lauren's waist. They walked provocatively together, quietly so that
the boys wouldn't turn round until they were very close. With only
two or three steps between them and their quarry, Rebecca decided
that it was game time.
"Cooee little boys. Time to play!"
"Jeezus!" exclaimed Stefan, looking first at his sister then at Lauren.
"Whoa" cried Mike, as he turned to see the two girls only inches
from his face. He lost his balance, waved his arms uselessly in the air,
and fell into the pool. They laughed loudly as he surfaced again,
pulled himself out in one easy motion, and sat back on the edge
smiling and dripping over the girl's feet.
"Hey, haven't you seen a little girl before? teased Rebecca, rubbing
her hand lewdly between her legs.
Mike reached out to touch her thigh but she moved backwards,
causing him again to lose his balance. Stefan and Lauren laughed at
his discomfort, moving closer together to hold hands. Stefan ran his
left hand inside the back of her knickers, then round the side and into
the front so that he could eventually rest his hand on her pubic hair
and pull her closer to him. She nuzzled into his chest as she looked
up into his eyes, parting her lips as they kissed.
Rebecca moved backwards, further from the pool, and led Mike to
the patio door.
"Come on, time to eat!" she said, taking his hand and leading him
into the kitchen. Rebecca looked quickly out of the window, checking
on the progress her brother was making. Lauren and her brother were
both sitting on one of the patio chairs, kissing quietly as their hands
explored each other's body. Lauren was on his lap, her legs pulled up
tight to her chest with her knickers already at her knees, as his hands
ran over her bottom, probing her little brown hole. She could see
Lauren kissing him passionately now, their tongues entwined as her
legs slowly parted.
Rebecca smiled and opened the `fridge, surveying the contents with a
practiced eye. There were the left-overs from lunch, but none of that
looked very appetising. She pulled out a yoghurt and ripped off the
foil cover. With a schoolgirl giggle, she pushed her finger into the
thick creamy liquid and hooked out a large dollop, offering it to
Mike. His tongue met her finger and sucked greedily, finding pleasure
in the taste of the yoghurt and the sensuous feel of sucking her finger.
She took another glob of the raspberry desert and spread it onto her
black bra, followed by a second down between her legs. The look in
her eyes told Mike that this was something that she found so erotic
that he thought she might explode there and then.
"Lick me. Lick it all off." she implored.
He bent down to lick her bra, finding the mixture now underneath the
material and on her firm nipples. She happily discarded her top, and
quickly pushed his head down so that he knelt in front of her, looking
at the red and black material that barely covered her pussy. His
tongue strained from his mouth, probing and licking at every
opportunity, searching out every crevice that contained the slightest
trace of the food. She pulled her knickers down roughly, showing him
her gaping pussy and the little lips hanging out. And then, she ran
another handful of yoghurt over her mound, down over her clitoris
and towards her anus. Mike's trunks bulged as he stared wide-eyed
between her legs. Rebecca slumped onto a kitchen chair and spread
her legs wide as he plunged his tongue into her, caught up in her
feverish and wanton desire to be licked, sucked and tasted.
"Ohhh, Christ, get right in there!" she yelled, pulling his head by the
hair and forcing him between her legs.
Rebecca heard footsteps approaching, and pulled him out quickly.
They exchanged glances, a look of embarrassment and pain on her
face as she stared at the doorway, open-mouthed. Two shadows fell
on the carpet in the lounge as the crunching footsteps ceased. Slowly,
two grinning heads appeared round the door, causing her to exhale
loudly.
"Hey, not bloody funny, you two!" she said, scowling at Lauren and
her brother.
"What'cha doin'?" asked Stefan.
"Mike wanted something to eat, so I gave him something from the
`fridge!" giggled Rebecca.
"Jeeze, what a size that must be!" exclaimed Lauren, staring in
disbelief at her brother's trunks.
"Oh boy, come with me!" said Rebecca, noticing his bulge as she
jumped up from the chair. She pulled her knickers up again, coating
herself once again with sticky areas of yoghurt. Rebecca took his
hand and jerked him through the doorway and up the stairs. "Come
you two, follow me!" she shouted, pleased to hear Lauren and Stefan
following close behind. "First, I need the toilet, come and help me?"
she asked, still holding Mike's cock.
"I don't ....."
"Come on, don't be a dummy! You two can wait in my bedroom.
Turn my PC on would you?"
Mike followed her into the bathroom and closed the door. Rebecca
made her way to the bath, and turned on the water. She waited until
the water felt warm and switched it over to the shower, pulling the
curtain along the length of the bath.
"Take my knickers off, quickly, or I'll die!" she said, again pushing
him to his knees and thrusting her hips into his face.
Mike pulled at her sticky knickers, smelling the mixture of yoghurt
and woman as the material slid down her pale legs to reveal the
messy red hair, stuck around her vagina.
"Lick it, please..... Hard!" she said, spreading her legs a few inches to
give him some help. "No, much harder! Yes, oh, that's it. Keep
going!"
Rebecca continued to push her pussy against his nose and mouth as
her clitoris popped into view and her inner lips blossomed to reveal
the beginning of her tight tunnel.
"That's enough. Let's get into the shower!"
"I though you wanted the toilet?" asked Mike.
"In here" she said, pulling him into the bath. She took the soap,
turned around in the shower and lathered her hands, running them
over her breasts and bottom. She handed the soap to Mike, and
instructed him to do the same to himself, and then to concentrate on
her engorged pussy. As they slid together, fingers probing and
exploring in the soap and spray, Rebecca slid down to take Mike's
cock in her mouth, the shower spraying directly onto her long red
hair, matting it to her back. After only a few minutes, she turned,
making him sit down, so that she could sit facing the same way
between his legs. She leaned back, his hands running automatically
over her breasts and taught little nipples. She brought her legs up,
moving his hands so that they gripped behind her knees, his cock
pushing hard into her back as the shower continued to splash over
their young bodies. Rebecca's head fell backwards as she seemed to
concentrate, her breathing regular, her hands gripping the side of the
bath. Suddenly, Mike saw a great white stream of piss shoot out from
between her legs, hit the end of the bath and disappear down the plug
hole. Mike's eyes once again bulged at the antics of this young girl, a
look of concern on his face as he pulled her closer to him, his cock
aching for action.
Slowly, the stream dwindled into a trickle, ending with a couple of
little spurts. Rebecca lay against him for a while as the water
cleansed them both. She offered the soap to Mike who gladly soaped
her breasts and any other part of her body in reach. She then turned
round, her hair again catching the full force of the water as she looked
up at him.
"Let's make sure you're clean, then we'll join the others."
She took the soap and washed his rampant cock, pushing her fingers
under his weapon to find his balls and anus.
"I'm going to come!" he said in an apologetic manner.
"Oh please don't! Wait, there's more fun in store. We'll do what I
used to do with my brother!" she said, getting out of the bath and
drying herself. Mike did the same, pulling a towel around his body
and following her into the bedroom. They found Lauren and Stefan on
the bed, legs locked together as they kissed. Lauren had pulled down
his trunks to gain access to his cock, but it seemed that they were
happy just amusing themselves without providing a repeat
performance of the afternoon's entertainment.
"I've got to have this boy or I'll die! Lauren, be a dear and shift over
a bit" she asked, getting onto the bed on all fours. Mike took the hint
and lifted the towel that covered her bottom. She spread her legs
slightly more, showing the palest, whitest bottom and the vivid
contrast of her damp red hair. Mike undid his own towel, letting it fall
to the ground. Lauren saw his bobbing cock and gasped at the size as
she lay alongside, her head against Rebecca's knees. Mike appeared
to be in no hurry, rubbing the swollen head of his cock against her
anus and the drenched lips of her pussy. Rebecca moaned, twitching
her bottom as though encouraging him.
"Lauren, scoot under here, you can see everything!" she advised,
raising her right leg to allow Lauren to slide underneath her as Mike
again rubbed along her gaping slit and ran his cock over her clitoris.
Lauren parted her legs, dearly hoping that Stefan would sense her
desires as she slowly pushed a finger into her own shaven slit. Mike
put his right foot on the bed to steady himself and slowly entered
Rebecca, clearly delighted by the tight grip that he felt as her muscles
fought to keep hold of his cock. Lauren watched, fascinated as her
brothers cock slowly entered, forcing back the inner lips of
Rebecca's pussy until the skin of his balls started to bunch up around
the entrance. Then slowly out again, the lips now desperately holding
onto every inch of the wet shaft as it emerged until the purple crown
was just visible in the entrance to Rebecca's sopping tunnel. Lauren
watched for minutes as the pace quickened, vaguely aware that
Rebecca was kissing Stefan, until her head bowed down, and Lauren
felt a long-awaited tongue on her own pussy. Lauren arched her back,
raising her bottom off the bed, imploring Stefan to push in further and
further as her brother pounded into the large-breasted red-head.
Rebecca lowered her hips, giving Lauren a close-up view of the
rough penetration that she was experiencing, and providing Mike
with an easier angle to generate more speed. She saw his balls
crunching up, their swinging impeded as the skin crinkled and his
hands gripped her thighs tightly, his fingers digging into her legs. He
came explosively, continuing to pound rapidly and suddenly stop to
fall over her back for a moment. He resumed, pumping slowly and
then faster and faster again as cum dripped and then spurted out of
her pussy with every stroke of his cock. Lauren opened her mouth,
her tongue extended to catch the string of thick cum as it dribbled
quickly from the girl's pussy and down between her waiting lips.
Lauren ran the liquid around her mouth with her tongue and decided
that she rather liked the taste. She swallowed it, smiling to herself.
Rebecca gently sank on top of Lauren, resting her head on her thigh
and displacing her brother. Mike withdrew his cock to leave Lauren
with a close-up view of her cum-filled vagina. To Lauren's absolute
delight, she felt the tongue of a woman exploring her vagina, pushing
gently between the hood of her clitoris and the swollen lips of her
labia. Rebecca was dripping slowly, encouraged by the sweet tongue
of Lauren on her pussy and anus. But it appeared Rebecca had other
ideas as she leaned over to her PC and punched a couple of keys.
Nothing happened for a while until a picture appeared on each of her
three screens, showing a very young blonde girl with an equally
young boy, walking in the woods. It appeared to be summer, and was
certainly not Switzerland with the large oak trees and thick
undergrowth of ferns and coarse grass. Each picture showed the
couple walking deeper into the woods, their white gowns looking like
ancient Roman togas, but tied at the front with white belts of the
same cloth. Lauren thought they could have been judo outfits had
they been shorter. The young girl had shapeless legs, her body hardly
filling the robe as it ballooned during their walk through the grass.
They arrived at a log and the little girl turned to the boy, the sun
shining through her hair as she took his hand.
"Watch this. I like this one. I got it from a friend at Church!"
The boys cock was bulging in his costume, the next frame showing
the girl searching under the material for her pleasure. She was flat-
chested, timid and clearly not sure where to look. Her smile, such as
it was, lit her unwilling face while the boy, back to the camera, firmly
held her left hand.
"At Church?" squealed Lauren, now squeezing between Rebecca and
Mike to get a better look. She saw the pictures changing, moving
from the central screen to the sides to give an all-round feeling of
presence. She sat up, curling up her legs as she rested a hand on bed
for support. Mike's cock was steadily regaining some of it's potency
(much to her surprise after his performance only a few minutes
before) while Stefan's was thinking whether to burst into action or
have a rest, a difficult decision until Rebecca took it in her left hand
and persuaded it to join in the fun.
"Yes, it reminds me of the ceremony of marriage. Well, in parts.
They're dressed in white gowns like I will be and about to make
love." said Rebecca, eyes fixed to the screens.
"Is this what you do?" asked Lauren, conscious of her nakedness.
"Yes, but we use love to symbolise the union of fate and desire. It's a
lovely ceremony full of flowers, music and wonderful words. You
see, those getting married into the Church don't see their partners
until the ceremony, like I said. Then they are joined together and we
celebrate the continuation of the Church. Father Paul normally reads
from the Bible and then we eat together."
"Who's Father Paul?"
"He leads the Church. Has done for years. Oh, look at this bit!"
The girl in the picture had straddled the log and sat down on it, one
leg either side. Her blonde hair fell loosely over her shoulders almost
touching the log as the boy stood in front, also straddling the log, and
put his hands on his hips. The next frame showed the little girl pulling
at his costume belt, his cock poking out from between the layers of
material.
"Hey, he's so young. And she looks like she's about ten!" said Mike
with a frown on his face.
The boy had a small cock that stuck straight out from between his
legs, and there was a distinct absence of pubic hair. The pictures
showed the girl lying back on the log as her thin legs spread either
side. She had no knickers on, her tiny pussy now visible through the
parting in her gown, also devoid of hair. Stefan's cock had benefited
from Rebecca's ministrations, and was now fully recovered as she
rubbed the big orb against her cheek. Lauren looked down at Mike's
lap and noticed that his had almost returned to a state of rest. Lauren
rested her hand on his right shoulder and gave him a hug. The boy
was now leaning forward, pressing the tip of his cock against her
unyielding pussy and using both hands to try and undo her belt and
expose her body to his gaze.
They all watched silently, aware that between frames the little girl
had suddenly become very wet, even if she wasn't very ready for
him. There was no sign of her clitoris or inner lips as he pushed into
her. However, she appeared to enjoy it as she raised her hips and met
his thrusts. Several close-up pictures showed the little boy inside her
as far as he could go, a mixture of pain and surprise on the girl's face.
The scene changed to show her lying, now naked, on the log on her
front, resting on her gown which she had apparently taken off before
rolling over. The boy, also naked, was again positioned ready to
strike. Mike crossed his legs, fearing what he was about to see.
Lauren looked at him quizzically and returned to the screen in time to
see the boys cock plunge into her anus. The look on the little girl's
face was one of intense pain as Lauren flinched and let out a little cry.
"Hey, don't worry. He's only small!" reassured Rebecca.
"But that's in her .."
"It's OK"
Lauren wasn't convinced, especially when she noticed a tear running
down the girl's face as the boy struggled to penetrate with less than
half his length.
"Hey, I'm sorry, but really they are only actors. She's probably
fifteen or sixteen, you know." Rebecca canceled the slideshow and
turned back to her brother. "Let's relieve this big boy!" smiled
Rebecca, taking him in both hands. Lauren smiled, looking at his
cock, and moved further onto the bed to get a better look of Rebecca
running her hand along his weapon and licking the bulging end.
Rebecca slowly moved her hand up and down her brother's tool, her
smile broadening as she half-closed her eyes and pulled back the
foreskin. It slid easily to reveal the purple knob of his cock, providing
the little inspiration that Rebecca needed to open her mouth and
introduce the shaft between her lips. Her tongue worked the end
almost casually, knowingly, as it circled the head and felt it's way
occasionally along the length of him, returning to the top to give it an
affectionate flick as it throbbed in her face.
Lauren moved her hand behind her, still staring at Stefan's cock, and
took hold of her brother's limp tool. She remembered the last time
they had been together, loving each other in the bath, and recalled
that it was probably one of the times that Rebecca had seen them in
their kitchen, as she played with his cock and convinced him to have
a wash with her. She turned and smiled at him, her eyes
communicating more than words as he shuffled towards her and took
her face in his hands. They kissed, his cock rising rapidly to swell in
her hands as she brought it back to life.
The two girls pulled their men onto the bed and made them kneel side
by side as they stroked their cocks and licked the sensitive tips,
Lauren taking notes from Rebecca with regard to style and technique.
The girls' cheeks touched as they both sucked their brothers,
Rebecca and then Lauren holding their balls as they lapped
contentedly.
They came quickly, almost together and without much noise, shooting
their load of white cum into the waiting mouths as Rebecca
swallowed hard. Lauren let most of her brother's load dribble from
her mouth, down her chin and onto her lap, although she did pluck up
courage to swallow the last few spurts, pleased to find that it didn't
make her immediately sick. Rebecca let the cock fall from her mouth
and turned to Lauren, pulling her off her source of fun so that she
could kiss her on the lips and taste her mouth. Rebecca gently
caressed Lauren's breasts, rubbing a trace of cum over her nipples as
Lauren brought her hand up, supporting her friend's ample left breast
as she rubbed the nipple.
But their energy was gone. Lauren was tired and felt that she would
not experience the same intensity of orgasm a second time that day,
even with Rebecca in the driving seat. Rebecca recognised her body
language and gently kissed her lips and forehead.
And so the children dressed, cleared up the patio and kitchen so that
by eight o'clock, as the light was fading and the bats were starting
their nocturnal patrols, Lauren and Mike bade them farewell and
returned next door.
End of Chapter 20c
-- CJ
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