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Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (21a/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 20 Jul 1997 02:25:43 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 21a
Thursday 13th August
Nikki and Lauren discussed the idea of Lauren returning to Marlene's
for another session of photos. Nikki said she thought it sounded like
fun, especially since Lauren had clearly enjoyed herself so much. She
was also happy to go along with the story of Lauren staying at her
house for the night - something that was not uncommon and therefore
was unlikely to be discovered. Both girls knew that sometime Lauren
would have to do the same for her, and that's what friends were for.
Jim had called her earlier in the week to confirm that he had talked to
Marlene and she would be able to offer Lauren some work, although
nothing very exciting. She had also said `yes' to allowing them both
to stay the night and so the plan swung into action with Lauren filling
a small overnight bag with her pyjamas, an old dressing gown with
Cookie Monster on the pockets that her mother insisted she pack, and
other non-essential items. With her toothbrush, flannel and little bits
of makeup packed into a wash bag, she snapped the locks shut and
bounced out of her room. Since she only been awake for about an
hour, this in itself was almost a record for a non-school day. There
had been little choice on what to wear, either her yellow dress (no,
because she wore that the last time she saw Jim) or a semi-traditional
white cotton dress with embroidered flowers around the puffed
sleeves and hem (that'll keep mum happy as well). The saving grace
about the white dress was that she had been given it one summer
when she was about ten, and since it would hardly go out of fashion,
the great benefit was that as she grew older, and taller, so the dress
grew shorter.
She had agonised over her wardrobe the previous night, realising that
almost all her clothes were for little girls, rather than a young
teenager. She wished she had the money to change many of them, but
knew that just with most of her schoolfriends, they had to exist on
their weekly pocketmoney. A few of her contemporaries had been
lucky enough to get Saturday jobs (such as that fat girl Claudette who
worked in her father's shop) but even then it was usually only during
the tourist season. However, she did determine to think hard in the
future about the clothes she bought, rather than keep buying the same
cheap old things whenever she had a few francs to spare. White
underwear and the famous sandals completed the look, and it would
just have to do.
At precisely eleven o'clock, she waved good-bye to her mother and
walked in the direction of Nikki's house. However, three minutes
later, she arrived at the bus stop further down the road, jumped
aboard when the bus arrived thirty seconds later and took a seat on
the opposite side to her house. As the bus moved off, she crouched
down, pretending to open her luggage, just to make sure that nobody
could see her from the street. She sat back up once she knew she was
approaching the industrial area, mighty pleased with herself and ready
to alight at the station.
Lauren waited less than five minutes for Jim. He sauntered around the
corner of the station clutching a dreadful old brown grip that looked
like it had also seen time in India.
"Where did you get that thing?" she asked.
"My mum made me bring it" he said, clearly embarrassed. They
kissed each other self-consciously, feeling eyes watching them as
they made their way to the ticket office and then on to the platform.
They had almost twenty minutes to wait and so they caught up with
each others news, while avoiding the obvious topic of the
arrangements for the night. The journey was uneventful, and Marlene
was at the station to give them a lift back to the house. As Lauren
climbed the stairs from the garage, she looked around to find that
nothing seemed to have changed. The door to the reception area was
open, and she waved to Simone sitting behind the desk, talking to
someone on the phone. Simone smiled back warmly, waving at her to
come in and sit down.
Marlene shut the backdoor and joined them, waiting for Simone to
finish on the phone before talking.
"Well, hello again! said Simone, rising from her chair to walk round
the desk. She sat down on the edge cross-legged, facing the two
children. She looked just as beautiful as before with her long dark
hair shining naturally as it hung over her shoulders and down her
back. Her tight-fitting white polo-necked sweater and short black
skirt and stockings, black heels and a black belt that pulled her waist
in accentuated her figure and gave incredible shape to her medium
sized breasts and hips. "That set of photos that you did last time,
they've really grown on me. You turned out to be very relaxed and
capable. Well done!" she smiled.
Lauren blushed noticeably, looking at her knees and then across to
Jim and Marlene. "It was fun, I really enjoyed it. Do you have some
more for today?"
"Sure, I took a look at the run list, you can do sweaters or knickers.
Nothing famous though. Then we've got some bras and blouses -
matching would you believe!" said Marlene happily.
"Do you want my advice?" asked Simone.
"Sure" said Lauren
"I think you'll find it's too hot to do the sweaters, even with the air
conditioning in the studio. They're for the winter catalogue and we
don't have to have that finished for another month.
"OK, let's do the others then" said Lauren, keen to get the session
underway.
"I'll stay here again" said Jim with mock boredom.
"Tell you what, let's have a quick look at your last session and make
sure we realise what went right and what went wrong" said Marlene,
pulling an album across the coffee table. She opened it at the front
page, and Lauren was delighted to see that there was a full sized
portrait of her, enlarged from the last time, stuck right on the inside of
the cover. Lauren thought she looked great, so clear and fresh. She
thought her mother would love the photo but was quite sure that it
would be impossible to explain where it had been taken.
They leafed through the album, pointing at deficiencies in both the
camerawork and the modeling. Lauren saw once again the shots of
her knickers, and true to form, Marlene discussed them in a purely
technical manner. Lauren could remember every last word that
Marlene had used to describe the knickers and her vagina, and was
impressed to hear them all over again, plus a few additional details
about the colour of her skin and the shape that the tight knickers
suggested as they hugged her pussy lips. Lauren thought about Jim
but dared not look at him. She remember the thick cock pushing
against her entrance as they lay on the studio floor, and also his
hardness as he rested against her on the mountain. She was convinced
that if she had touched him then she would have found his cock hard
and ready.
Simone gave her the stock numbers of the knickers and disappeared
into the technical room. The light above the door once again stated
`No Entry'. Lauren went through the studio and into the storeroom,
leaving Jim to sit and read women's magazines. She was quite sure
that within two minutes he would be looking through the pictures of
her. She certainly hoped so. She located the boxes quickly, pulling
out all the different styles in her size. Luckily they had already been
bunched together because there were over twenty pairs which were
going to take some time to photograph. Marlene knocked on the door
as she pulled the white dress off over her head.
"Can I come in?"
"Sure"
"Simone will do your hair and makeup - you'll need it for the blouses
and bras. Why not put the first pair of knickers on and come and sit
out here by the makeup table. Oh, and wear them in the order you
find them, otherwise everyone gets confused. Use any old blouse on
top that you want."
"OK, be out in a minute"
Lauren pulled her own knickers off, inspecting the gusset for any tell-
tale signs of happiness, and pulled on one of the samples. She
grabbed a pretty white blouse that was conveniently hanging on one
of the racks and slipped it on, fastening a couple of the buttons at the
front. Simone had been right - even with the air conditioning it was
warm in the studio. She walked across the floor to the small stool and
sat down, looking in the mirror at her face and hair. As if by magic,
Simone stood behind her, placing her hands on her shoulders and
gathering her hair together.
"Your hair is getting dry in the summer heat, you're going to have to
look after it a bit. I'll wash it for you tonight and show you what you
can do." said Simone, massaging Lauren's forehead and pulling her
hair back over her crown.
"That would be nice, are you staying here as well tonight"
"Sure, I often do." She paused, taking a brush to Lauren's brown
wavy hair and gently working at the tangles. "You know, I'm glad
you're seeing Jim. He's a nice boy." She paused again to continue
her brushing. "I had a boyfriend at your age. He was very special to
me as well."
"How long did you go out with him for?"
"Oh, about two years." She brushed slowly, running from the top of
her head and down the side to her shoulders. The motion caused
Lauren to lean back and rest her head against Simone. "We used to
make love at every opportunity we could, just like you and Jim. Just
like millions of others the world over. I used to think it was so
dreamy."
"What happened?"
"Oh, we just drifted apart. Nothing definite, just stopped seeing each
other as regularly, and then that was it. But he encouraged me to go
in for modeling, and I'm so grateful that he did."
"Do you still do any?"
"Oh yes, now and again" Simone paused, brushing continually.
"Perhaps we could do some together. Actually, we could do some
together after you've seen my portfolio. That might give you some
ideas about what you would like to do."
"I'd really like that" said Lauren, pleased that Simone felt she could
trust her enough to talk to her about her boyfriends and past loves.
"OK, it's a deal. After you've done this knicker stuff, then we'll take
a break and I'll show you the pictures." She crouched down behind
Lauren and looked at her in the mirror. "Guaranteed to make Jim
randy as hell, though. Can you handle him?" she giggled.
"Yeah, he'll just have to wait `til tonight!"
"Let's do it then!" enthused Simone, standing back up and selecting
eye shadow and a little lip gloss. She made her up carefully, looking
very closely at what she was doing as she bent over Lauren, taking
care not to block the light on her face.
"There you go, that should do. We might touch you up a bit later if
you get hot under the lights. I'll go and tell Marlene that we're
ready."
Lauren wandered over to the stool, and saw the armchair over in the
far corner of the white studio floor. Her mind started to run through
her love-making with Jim until she realised that to continue might
result in another damp patch in her knickers which would be naughty.
Her imagination took hold of her thoughts, leading her astray by
suggesting that the only time she could do that would be for sexy
photos, like Jane in the video film. The thought produced a surge of
excitement within her as the idea took hold, until she shook her head
to try and bring herself back to reality. However, the germ of the idea
had been implanted and was not going to be killed off lightly.
"OK!" bellowed Marlene, striding into the studio, "Is that the first
pair?"
"Yes, the label says HG020"
"Thanks. Now, I want you to stand on the yellow spot each time. I'll
take two pictures of each. First straight on, the second with you
turning a little to either your left or right. Doesn't matter which way.
Hands on head!" Marlene looked into the viewfinder of her camera
and focused on Lauren's knickers. She then stood up, holding the
cable release and smiled at Lauren. "Here we go." There was a flash,
and Lauren turned to her right. A second flash. Lauren squinted in the
bright lights, remembering the difficulty she had last time in seeing
the camera.
"Very good. Should be HG021 next, then 22, 23 and so on. This
time, can you just tie up the blouse in a knot so that it's well above
the waistline. Thanks."
Lauren went back into the clothes room and slipped of the first pair,
leaving them fairly tidily on the floor. The second pair fitted just as
well, and Lauren walked quickly out to find the yellow spot. Marlene
took both pictures.
"Just a thought, why not bring the whole pile out here. I won't look,
promise!" said Marlene.
Lauren scooted back into the clothes room and picked up the pile,
taking off the previous pair and leaving them on the floor again.
Naked from the waist down, she returned to the studio, dumping the
knickers unceremoniously on the floor. Engrossed in her work,
Lauren squatted in front of the lights and looked through the pile for
HG022, finding them towards the bottom of the pile. Annoyed that
they weren't in order, she stood and pulled them over her legs and up
to her waist, making faces as though they were too tight. She brushed
her wavy brown hair away from her shoulders in mock annoyance
and faced the camera.
After a couple more samples, Lauren pulled off pair HG024 and sat
down on the studio floor. "I'm going to sort these into order or we'll
be here all night!"
"OK, no hurry" replied Marlene from somewhere beyond.
Lauren immersed herself in the task of sorting them into numerical
order, oblivious to her surroundings. She initially sat so that her
bottom rested on her feet, but as she moved around, sorting them out,
she crawled around the floor in all directions, realising after a couple
of minutes that her sorting scheme was not working well.
"Here, let me help" said Marlene, walking towards her. She sat down
as well, not looking at all at Lauren, just concentrating on doing the
job. When it was almost finished, she returned to her position and
Lauren pulled on pair twenty-five, sighing out loud and jumping
happily onto the yellow spot. They continued, Lauren gaining
confidence as the session began to get it's own rhythm. After another
fifteen minutes they had finished, and Lauren scampered back into the
clothes room to pull on her own knickers and group together the
samples. She grabbed a short skirt off the rack and pulled it on. As
she returned to the studio, Simone came into the room.
"Hey, looks like I'm just in time. Want to see my portfolio then?"
"What about Jim?" asked Marlene
"He's seen a naked girl before I think, and Lauren can look after him
later!" said Simone, giggling as she looked at Lauren, who giggled
too at their grown-up conversation.
"OK then, let's take a look" said Marlene, leading the way out to the
reception area. Jim was waiting there, clearly pleased to see Lauren
again and anxious for her to sit next to him as he moved cushions
around the sofa. Simone walked across to the filing cabinet and
pulled out a photo album, fifty centimeters square. She laid it on the
table and sat with the children next to Jim. Lauren glanced up as she
heard a clink to see Marlene bringing a bottle of champagne and four
glasses across from inside the filing cabinet.
"Time to celebrate!" she announced.
"What's it for?" asked Lauren.
"We're celebrating that you two are here! And today you can drink as
much as you want, you don't have to go home tonight, eh?" said
Simone.
"That's really nice of you, we're very grateful!" said Jim, taking the
glass offered to him. Lauren looked at the champagne and told herself
that she would only have a little this time. They clinked glasses and
settled down to look at the album.
"This is more like a history book." said Simone. "The only person
who has ever taken stills of me is Marlene, and she started when I
was about eleven. So here we go!" Simone turned back the cover to
display two portraits of herself, both taken outdoors. "Most of these
were taken before I did any film work"
"You're so pretty there!" exclaimed Lauren. Jim opened his mouth to
speak but said nothing. Simone turned the page to show some studio
shots, four to each page, with Simone dressed in a skirt and blouse
with white tights or stockings on her legs and shoes that seemed to
glitter in the lights.
"That's me in my party dress, the first time ever that I had worn
stockings with a suspender belt. That day I did a load of catalogue
stuff. Sweaters and tracksuits I think. Goddamn boring, so Marlene
let me dress up." Marlene smiled contentedly at her young model and
made comment about how difficult it was on some days to get her to
do decent poses. Lauren was spell-bound by the pictures and thought
to herself that it was interesting how fate had conspired to give them
similar experiences. The page turned, showing Simone in a selection
of nighties. Clearly, that was the only thing she was wearing as it was
easy to see her nipples and the dark triangle of hair through the
delicate fabric.
"Do you do any films now?" asked Lauren.
"No, I stopped a few years ago. I wanted to do sort of sexy horror
stuff but there aren't very many directors who are into that sort of
thing. The last one I did went wrong because the director didn't
understand what the story required. We were filming and he just
stopped it because he got scared, I think. Weird man, he was."
"This was really effective" said Marlene, pointing at a shot of Simone
taken from the side in a white nightie, bent backwards over a small
padded footstool, her hands trailing behind her with her feet on the
ground. The mound of her vagina and the suggestion of her breasts
gave the picture a highly erotic feel without being overtly sexual.
Lauren turned the page, sneaking a look at Jim. She put her left hand
on his thigh. There were only two pictures on the next page, full sized
of Simone in a similar pose over the low stool, but naked. She turned
the book round to orientate it properly, noticing the tuft of pubic hair
and the nipples showing clearly in the profile. Lauren slurped at her
drink noisily.
"That's ... great" said Jim. Lauren and Simone looked at him as if to
encourage him to expand on his comment. "I mean, it's beautiful, the
line from your feet all the way to your hands down here." Lauren
smiled, nodding in agreement as she squeezed his leg.
"Think I should do that?" asked Lauren.
"Er, I'm not sure. Do you want to?" he asked.
"Maybe. We'll see!"
"There's no hurry. You do what you want." said Marlene.
The next few pages showed Simone in evening dress, swim suits and
sports clothes, gradually growing older as the pages turned. Lauren
thought she would have been about sixteen in her tennis outfit,
showing her well developed legs, a hint of frilly knickers and very
evident nipples underneath her blouse. Her hair was shorter in the
pictures, making her look a lot younger. Jim turned the page and drew
breath quickly. The next two pictures showed Simone back in the
studio, sitting on the white chair that he knew so well, naked with her
legs pulled right up to her face so that the shape of her vagina was
clearly obvious between her legs, without showing too much detail
except a little of her pubic hair. In the second photo, Simone was
peeking from behind her legs, smiling straight into the camera. Lauren
had never seen such a beautiful girl naked, and looked at the perfect
shape of her legs, the way her arms curled around them and the
cheeky grin on her face as she smiled. Her hair fell straight from her
head, framing her cheeks and adding contrast against her faultless
skin.
"I'm going to start printing the pictures we took this afternoon, you
three can carry on. Just shout if you need me!" said Marlene, entering
the darkroom.
End of Chapter 21a
Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (21b/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 20 Jul 1997 02:26:33 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 21b
Lauren turned the page. The next set of photos showed Simone with a
young boy, maybe slightly older than Jim, but nonetheless still a
young teenager. They were both naked to the waist, holding each
other in their arms, and just touching their lips together in a kiss. On
some photos, Simone had her head on his shoulder, while on others
she looked straight up into his eyes. Turning the page, they saw her
again, this time doing the same thing with a young girl, about the
same age as Simone would have been.
"Marlene wanted me to try both on the same day to understand the
differences of working with both boys and girls in the nude. We had a
real laugh that day but didn't get very much work done!" said
Simone, smiling at the memory. She turned the page to show herself
now naked with the boy. She lay almost flat on the floor while the
boy held both her hands in an effort to pull her up. Her firm breasts
pushed out towards him, while her vagina was mainly hidden from
the camera. Again, the next page showed the same, but with the girl
pulling her off the floor.
Finally, the last few pages showed the boys cock, poised at the
entrance to her vagina and then halfway inside her, with Simone's
eyes closed and a smile evident on her face. The pose was full of
power without being rough, his position loving as he looked down on
her.
The last two pages showed four photos; the other girl with her hand
covering Simone's vagina, and then with a single finger inside her.
The facing page showed them in a sixty-nine position, with the focus
centered on the girls tongue as it touched Simone's clitoris, and
finally a shot of the two girls kissing gently in each other's arms.
"They're amazing! You're so beautiful" said Lauren, enthralled by
the album.
"That's over about four years, and of course you don't see the
hundreds and hundreds that didn't work." Simone smiled, closing the
book and returning it to the filing cabinet. They both accepted more
champagne when Simone offered as she refilled their glasses. "We
should have something to eat sometime. Do you want to do some
photos or have some of Marlene's lasagna?" asked Simone, sitting
back on the edge of the desk. She made no attempt to cross her legs
in front of Jim who had a glorious view between her legs.
"I'd like to do some photos. Will you do some with me?" she asked,
turning to Jim.
"Well, I don't know. I don't mind doing some, but not, you know, all
the way." he replied, looking imploringly at Lauren and Simone.
"It would look good in your portfolio if you did some boy-girl stuff"
advised Simone.
"Please, just a few. Go on!" pleaded Lauren.
"OK, but we'll stop when I've had enough."
"Great, you're a star. Come on" she said, taking her wine in one hand
and Jim in the other.
Simone knocked on the door of the darkroom and shouted to
Marlene, just to let her know that her services were required in the
studio. They all trooped back into the room, Jim having a good look
around as his eyes adjusted to the glare. Lauren skipped over to
centre stage and held out her hand for Jim to join her.
"Let's set up the stool and try out a few poses with just Lauren" said
Simone, pulling the stool onto the white floor and pushing it towards
the yellow mark. She showed her how to lie on the stool, and even
demonstrated herself how she had posed for the portfolio shots.
Lauren lay down and copied her, although the effect dressed as she
was in the skirt and blouse was less than erotic. Simone repeatedly
checked the pose, moving an arm or foot and then retreating towards
the camera until she was happy.
"Right, remember that!" she said. "Now, this is what I suggest. You
do a few naked on your own on the stool, then you and Jim can do
some topless. The you and I can do the same, and finish with us both
naked, and me pulling you off the ground. Then you'll have roughly
the same set as me. OK?"
"Yeah. Shall we start?" asked Lauren, standing up and wandering
over to her champagne. She took a deep swig and put the glass back
on the floor, wobbling slightly as she stood back up.
"Yup, off you go. This one is just you, lying on the stool on your
back." advised Simone, standing behind the camera as Marlene
joined them. Lauren turned her back to the camera and undid her
blouse, letting it fall from her shoulders before throwing it away from
her. She then slipped off the skirt and pulled down her knickers,
again making sure they landed away from the white floor. Carefully,
she sat back down on the stool and leaned back so that her feet
touched the ground and her head fell backwards over the edge of the
stool on the other side. As she stretched out behind her, Simone
moved towards her.
"This won't work with your hair, it's too strong. I'll find you a big
hat, hang on" said Simone, entering the clothes room and emerging
seconds later with a wide-brimmed boater. "Try this, lean up!"
Lauren sat up and pulled the hat into place. As she leaned back again,
the hat threatened to fall off.
"You can keep one hand on it without spoiling the effect, I think."
said Marlene.
Lauren leaned right back and assumed the pose, one hand on her head
holding the hat in place with the other right out behind her, trailing
onto the floor. The subtle peaks of her breasts were evident against
the flatness of her stomach, as was the tiny wisp of hair that marked
the beginning of her sex. After several flashes, Simone walked onto
the set and examined how she was laying. She rearranged her right
leg so that it bent at the knee and tilted the hat slightly. Three more
flashes, and Simone returned again.
"You'll need to get your nipples firmer. Can you do it?" she asked.
"Like this?"
"Yes, look here" said Simone, tweaking her other nipple and feeling
it harden to her touch. She knelt down to see how the nipples looked
in profile. "Great, two more!" Marlene actually took another six
before Simone announced that Jim should join Lauren, just kneeling
to her right on the other side from the camera, holding her right hand.
"Look into her eyes" said Marlene as another couple of flashes made
him blink.
"Lauren, undo the buttons on his shirt" said Simone, walking over to
the makeup table and returning with a big hairbrush for Jim. She
made him look much tidier and took some time to stand at Lauren's
feet and survey the scene. "OK, now touch his chest, Lauren."
The session continued, Jim holding Lauren in his arms as she sat up,
then kissing her as his shirt came off. They stood up, Lauren naked
and oblivious to the camera, as they kissed and Jim touched her
breasts, the camera flashing all the while.
"Jim, take your trousers off and hold her close to you. Lauren, put
your knickers back on for a while." suggested Simone.
"I don't think I want to do anymore" he said apologetically.
"Oh come on, just a bit more!" said Lauren, pulling her knickers up.
Jim thought for a moment before replying that he would do a few
more, but not many. Simone returned and pulled Lauren up so that
she stood next to Jim who was still kneeling in front of her.
"Jim, pull her knickers down a few inches. Lauren, turn towards the
camera a little more." said Simone as the camera flashed madly.
Simone dived in quickly to edge his face closer to her pubic hair,
stepping away as Marlene took another series of shots. Jim relaxed
slightly, relieved that she was not being called upon to perform
anything against his will, and moved closer to kiss the beginning of
Lauren's light covering of hair. Lauren pulled him into her, the
camera recording the sight of her little breasts leading to her flat
stomach, with her boyfriend's face hard against her vagina.
"Jim, stand up, and now you, Lauren, kneel down. You need to look
like you're worshipping him. Great, that's it." Simone paused
momentarily while Marlene loaded another film. "Right, now bring
his trousers down a few inches."
Lauren undid his trouser buttons and fly as she looked up into his
eyes. She was clearly fired up by the occasion, while he still showed
reluctance at proceeding much further. He inhaled deeply though as
she ran her hand up his cock, touching him through his underpants.
"Lovely, look into his eyes again as you do that!" Lauren looked up
obligingly, but was concerned by the look on his face. "Lauren,
where is your left hand? What's it doing there? You're supposed to
be dying to rip his clothes off, not measuring him for a new pair of
trousers! Let me look at you" said Simone, returning to the scene and
looking at the two children. Jim stood quite still, his cock trying to
poke out from the side of his underpants while Lauren was clearly
uncomfortable kneeling on the floor.
"Lauren, sit on your bottom so that you look happier" ordered
Simone, kneeling down with Lauren. Without warning, she pushed
her hand down Jim's underpants and moved his cock so that it stood
straight up. He squealed from the surprise intrusion, not withdrawing
but wobbling on his feet. Lauren smiled as the tip of his cock poked
over his waistband. The outline of his weapon maddened her and she
knew that there was a sizable damp spot growing between her legs.
Simone disappeared back to the camera, and the flashes resumed.
"Jim, do you want to do any more?" asked Marlene.
"I think that's enough, actually, thanks." he replied.
"OK, now I'll do some with you, Lauren. Stand up straight"
commanded Simone as she exchanged places with Jim. She pulled the
naked little girl towards her, allowing her long dark hair to fall
between them, partially covering Lauren's little breasts. Lauren could
feel the warmth of her cashmere jumper, and the firmness of her chest
intrigued her beyond measure. She looked up slightly into Simone's
eyes as she felt her arms fold around her tightly. The camera flashed
again while Simone arranged the boater on her head and smiled at
her.
After a few shots, Simone unlocked herself from their embrace and
pulled her jumper over her head, revealing her white lace bra. They
returned to the same pose and another few moments were recorded in
history. Simone asked Lauren to undo the little clasp at the front of
her bra, watching as it fell to the ground. The camera recorded the
event. Lauren stared down at her breasts and saw that they were
perfect in every detail. She could imagine (quite correctly) that they
were perfectly formed as they grew from just below her collar bone
downwards in a slightly concave shape to the nipple, and then in a
convex, rounded fashion back to her upper chest. They were larger
than Lauren's, but not much more than a 36B. The temptation to
reach up and touch them proved too great, and as she did so, the
camera again flashed a number of times. Simone leaned down slightly
and caressed her neck, tilting Lauren's head up as their lips met.
Lauren felt light-headed as her legs refused to support her body. The
wine and lack of food were taking their toll as she held Simone's
arm, sinking onto the stool.
"God, I feel so weird. I think I need something to eat soon." she said,
sitting on the stool.
"OK, let's just finish this and then we can have tea" said Simone. She
turned towards Lauren. "Take this skirt off and pull my knickers
down a bit."
Lauren helped her out of the remainder of her clothes, shaking her
head very slightly in disbelief as she exposed Simone's vagina. She
pulled at Simone's hand, dragging her down to whisper in her ear.
"Hey, I'm so wet and so wobbly!"
"So am I. Feel!" she giggled loudly.
Lauren slowly pushed a finger into the delightful valley between
Simone's pussy lips, feeling the slickness and silky smoothness of her
highly aroused state. The camera flashed madly, encouraging both
girls to continue their intimacy. Simone placed her left foot beside
Lauren on the stool, opening up her pussy and showing every
wonderful fold to the camera. Lauren heard Marlene and Jim
discussing the shot behind the lights, and she realised that he must be
watching and able to see everything. In her muddled way, she
wondered what he was thinking. Her mind refused to consider very
much at all, and came up with the answer that there wasn't much to
worry about.
"Let's do the floor shots, you lie down and I'll pull you up."
suggested Simone, swinging her off the stool and onto the floor.
Lauren lay on the cold studio and looked up at the lights which were
clearly moving around, their heat beating down on her body until
Simone appeared above her, replacing their bright glare with the dark
view of her pussy and now her very obvious clitoris. They joined
hands and Simone pulled her so that her head fell back, her right leg
bent as she remembered from the photos earlier. Lauren counted
more than ten flashes while Simone held both hands, then just one,
and finally squatted down and pulled her upwards with her hand
behind her neck, her face almost between her legs.
Simone swapped places and lay on the floor, but Lauren was
suffering as the room spun uncontrollably and she fought to keep her
balance.
"Are you OK, Lori?" asked Jim.
"I just need something to eat. Some chocolate or something. If I don't
get energy sort of foods then I get really wobbly." She had just
finished the words when Jim caught her as her legs started to buckle
underneath her. Simone jumped up and they carried her from the
studio into the reception area, laying her down on the long sofa. After
Jim's initial concern had subsided, he realised that he was sitting next
to a naked thirteen-year old in his underpants with an indecent bulge
evident to everyone, while a gorgeous naked twenty-five year old
beauty stood beside him, close enough for him to recognise the
wonderful smell of pure sex.
"Close your eyes, Lori. Marlene is making some hot chocolate that
should do the trick." said Jim, holding her hand. Lauren half closed
her eyes, her head quite still as she held onto the sofa. Jim looked up
at Simone who smiled back, putting her hand on his shoulder. He
fought hard to keep his eyes from drifting, but to no effect as his gaze
moved from her eyes to her lips, down over her breasts and finally
came to rest between her slightly parted legs. She watched him
carefully, squeezing his shoulder in encouragement as she sat down
behind him, out of sight of Lauren. He turned so that he could
continue to hold her hand, while watching her settle down behind
him, one foot on the floor and the other on the sofa. Her pussy was
now completely in view, her right hand moving over her stomach to
seek out her pubic hair and then down onwards to her clitoris and
labia. Jim watched, unaware that his mouth was now slightly open.
Any idea his cock might have had about having a rest vanished as she
rubbed her vagina with the palm of her hand and leaned back with her
eyes closed.
Marlene brought Lauren's hot chocolate in, deliberately ignoring
Simone's activities. They all helped her to sit up and sip the drink, in
between chunks from a large Toblerone bar. Marlene draped a green,
wholesome looking dressing gown over her shoulders to keep her
warm.
"Think you're better have a rest. Lack of food, excitement and drink
don't always go together, you know." said Marlene. "You should
have a little sleep. It's only four o'clock. We'll wake you at five"
"I'd like to. I'm sorry, Jim!" she said quietly, accepting a helping
hand from Marlene as she pulled on the dressing gown and warily got
to her feet. Jim and Simone waved good-bye as she tramped off up
the stairs.
As she lay in the bed, feeling slightly better but still aware that she
had drunk too much, she could her voices and laughter from below.
She thought about the beauty of Simone and how wonderful it had
been just to feel her breasts. She also considered what Jim could be
doing downstairs, and whether Simone had put some clothes on yet.
But then she distinctly heard the sound of pots and pans from the
kitchen. Pleased with the thought that they were all helping with the
evening meal, she drifted off into much needed sleep.
She awoke slowly, searching the room for signs of familiarity until
she realised that she was not in her own bedroom but at Marlene's
house. She looked towards the window and saw that it was still
daytime, recalling that she had left the others downstairs for a quick
afternoon sleep. Curling into a ball, she pulled the covers around her
chin and smiled. She was excited by the thought of having her own
portfolio, especially with Jim featuring in part of it, and the lovely
Simone as well. She found the dressing gown and stood up, pulling
on the robe and clumping downstairs into the reception area.
"Hey, how do you feel?" asked Jim, walking over to her with concern
on his face. He was now dressed again, trousers and shirt covering
the body that Lauren wanted to hold so tight an hour ago. Simone
was dressed in a red silk robe that looked like a Japanese kimono that
came down to mid-thigh, tied at the waist with a red silk belt. Lauren
guessed that she had no knickers on, and was equally sure that she
would find out before the end of the evening.
"I had a lovely sleep. I'm fine! Did I miss anything?"
"We - Jim and I that is - had a long talk, and he wants to finish the
photo set just like mine if you want to." said Simone, looking at Jim
for confirmation.
"Oh great, thanks!" said Lauren, sitting on the sofa and kissing Jim
on the lips. She looked at him lovingly, resting her hand on his thigh
and her head on his shoulder.
"Well, maybe just a few, and Simone wanted to do some more for
hers, so I said I would, just this once." he said.
The implication that Jim might have sex with Simone and herself was
upsetting to her. She looked bewildered as she turned over in her
mind the risks that she was running in agreeing to the proposal. She
had little choice, as she felt sure that she could hardly forbid them to
pose together. Her concern that Jim might run away with Simone
after finding her sexier was the major worry, for surely she could not
compete with the experience, looks or sheer presence of Simone.
"Hey, we'll only do a couple and then you can have him back for
ever!" said Simone, kneeling down in front of Lauren and holding her
hands.
Lauren visibly cheered up. "That's OK, I trust him. I trust you all!"
"Let's have some tea then and well do a few more afterwards. Then
we can relax and you two lovers can disappear upstairs." said
Marlene, walking out of the room. "Come on!"
Dinner was served in the dining room around an old square wooden
table. The room, in Lauren's opinion, was ghastly, suffering from an
over-abundance of wood carvings, trinkets and holiday momentoes
that added up to pure annoyance. She sat opposite Jim and amused
herself by rubbing her foot over his leg but unsuccessfully reaching
any further. The lasagna was expertly made, and Lauren was in the
mood for food. Her light-headedness had gone, but there was still a
feeling of emptiness inside her that gradually evaporated with the
second helping.
Marlene had also made a long, thickly-filled apple strudel that
steamed wildly as she brought it in from the kitchen. They all covered
their portions with cream and ate silently, washing the food down
with wine or, in the case of Lauren, Perrier. Finally, Marlene brought
in a cheeseboard and biscuits, which were also well received and
munched as the conversation returned.
"Hey, it's eight o'clock! We'd better get going!" said Marlene, rising
to clear away the dishes. They all helped her carry the plates through
to the kitchen, and Marlene washed up while Lauren and Jim dried.
Simone took the plates and cutlery, returning them to the respective
drawers and cupboards. It was while she was reaching up to put the
plates back onto the top shelf of the wall-cupboard that Lauren saw
her kimono rise up, way over her bottom, revealing her pussy and the
tempting gap between her shapely legs. Unable to reach the shelf, she
put her right knee on the worktop, spreading her legs so that her
pussy almost rested on the surface. Jim also saw the exhibition, his
eyes bulging slightly as he returned to his duties. A surge of
excitement ran through Lauren's stomach, and she found herself
moving towards Simone, placing her hands on her hips to steady her.
End of Chapter 21b
Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (22a/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 23 Jul 1997 15:06:22 GMT
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Lauren Gisal
****Warning - Disclaimer for your protection ****
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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
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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 22a
Saturday 22nd August, 11am
Maurice Gisal drove very carefully round the hairpin bends that led
from the valley up towards AnneMarie's village, even though he had
been up there many times in all seasons. On the back seat was a small
suitcase containing every conceivable piece of clothing that Lauren
might require during some emergency, plus her overnight things in
case she had to stay, plus makeup, a present, camera, spare film and
her Cookie Monster dressing gown which was again pressed into
service. Daniele, her mother, sat with the luggage in the back,
steadying the bridesmaid's skirt and jacket that swung on a hook. Her
shoes (which they had remembered as her father started the car),
were also on the back seat. Lauren wore jeans, a white T-Shirt with a
white bra underneath, and her usual pair of sandals, looking casual
but clean and tidy - quite presentable in the eyes of her mother - for a
thirteen year-old.
"Well, looks like she's going to have nice weather for it." said her
mother.
"Has anyone met the lucky man. Lauren, you must have seen him?"
asked her father, crawling round the corners at about 5 km per hour.
"I saw a photo once when she asked me if I wanted to be bridesmaid,
he seemed quite nice. Lives in Zurich, I think" replied Lauren.
"Just think, that'll be you soon, then you'll leave home and never
even remember us" joked her mother.
"I'll come home to get my washing done, though"
"Yes, I know. Don't you worry, there's never any hurry to get
married, for any reason."
"How old were you then, mum?"
"Oh, I was twenty-two. And your brother was born three years later,
then you two years after that. It all seems so long ago and yet I don't
know where all the years have gone!"
"Here we are, and there's the church where she's getting married."
said her father. "I remember that, we've been to a Christening in
there before. Can't think for the life of me who it was, though"
"Maurice, wasn't it that Italian couple's little boy? Don't really know
why we were invited. Probably because you knew him from work"
There were three cars parked outside her house already, almost
blocking the little lane that led further up the mountain. He parked
just outside just as Lauren said that she didn't really need him now.
He asked her to call when then wedding reception finished so that he
could come and get her. Kissing her cheek, he took the bags from the
back of the car while her mother helped her to get the luggage up the
front door. Lauren watched as her mother got into the front passenger
seat and the car turned in the driveway, waving good-bye as they
retraced their route. Lauren pressed the doorbell twice to ensure it
was heard over the music and laughter coming from inside the little
house, and waited expectantly as she heard clomping noise of
someone descending the wooden stairs within.
The door opened to reveal a girl about the same age as herself,
dressed only in a towel wrapped around her body, knotted in front to
cover the tiny mounds of her breasts.
"Hey, Lauren?" asked the girl.
"Yeah, are you Kirsten?
"Yeah, come in, we're all upstairs. AnneMarie is dressing, but
there's another two hours yet before the photographer comes."
Lauren entered the small hallway, closing the door behind her, and
gratefully accepted the help from Kirsten to get her things upstairs. At
the top, she glanced to her left to see AnneMarie sitting in front of a
vanity unit in her underwear.
"Hi, I'm here!" shouted Lauren.
"Oh, Lauren, how are you?" replied AnneMarie. Lauren was
surprised to the point of being almost stunned. She had expected her
to jump up and give her a big hug, but she remained seated and
turned back towards the mirror, leaning forward to inspect her
eyebrows.
"Er, fine. I'll get ready. Is everything allright?"
"Fine, thanks! You just worry about yourself." A feint smile flitted
across her lips and disappeared as she again turned back to her
makeup. Still startled, Lauren followed Kirsten, almost bumping into
an old man who emerged from the toilet.
"`S'cuse me" he said, going downstairs.
As they entered the spare bedroom, Lauren looked at Kirsten.
"Who's he?" she asked, closing the door.
"Not sure. Been here about an hour. Seems to know AnneMarie
somehow."
"Do you think AnneMarie's OK, she seems a bit concerned about
something?"
"Probably just wedding day nerves. It's the most important day of her
life, you know. At least, that's what my Mum says." replied Kirsten.
Kirsten was slightly shorter than Lauren, and looked like a very cute
little girl, with high cheekbones and a rounded face that contained a
small nose and twinkling blue eyes. Her blonde hair, cut short, curled
slightly at the front. Lauren thought that she spent most of her days
laughing and giggling, and was instantly reminded of Nikki.
"Hey, did Kristal make your skirt and jacket - she said there were
going to be two?" asked Kirsten.
"Yes, it was finished about two weeks ago"
"She's nice. I had such a fun time at her house. Well, most of the
time."
"I know. I didn't know she had left her husband so I put my foot in it
a bit." said Lauren.
"Did she explain why?"
"Yeah. In great detail"
The girls looked at each other. Kirsten walked across the room to the
bed and sat down, the towel parting to show her tanned legs. The
unspoken communication between them confirmed in Lauren's mind
that Kirsten too had been introduced to the washing game round at
Kristal's house.
"Did you use her bathroom?" asked Kirsten.
"Yeah. Did you dress up?"
"No! What happened?"
"Oh, nothing much. Just tried on some other clothes, you know"
answered Lauren.
"Hey, like what?"
"You know, underwear, that sort of thing"
"Want to hear what happened when I went round there?"
"Yeah then I'll tell you what happened to me. Go on"
Kirsten explained that she had been there three times, just like
Lauren. Firstly to see the pattern, then for the first fitting, and then
for the final one. Nothing had happened on the first visit, except that
Kristal had measured her and commented on her figure. But Kristal
had been wearing a short skirt and a see-through blouse.
"On the second visit, we had lunch and I had much to much to drink.
We talked about her husband and the things they used to do before
they were married. Did she tell you they had sex in an elevator at the
mall one Sunday morning?"
"God, no!"
"Well, she did. Anyway, we talked and eventually she talked about
her girlfriend who had washed her. So I suppose I agreed to see what
it was like. Did you do that?"
"Yeah. Actually, I think it was great. I hadn't done much like that and
it really felt different. That's when I tried on the underwear"
""Yeah, same here. She was so kind and considerate, there was no
rush. Anyway, that was the second time. The third time was really
weird. Again, I had lunch there and had some champagne which went
to my head. We, you know, kissed and cuddled and I think I fell
asleep, but remember waking up on a plastic sheet on her bed.
Somehow, I agreed to her tying my feet and hands together, mainly
because I was really randy and she was licking me all over. Then she
poured gallons - well, quite a lot - of Baby Oil over me and massaged
it into everywhere.
"Yeah, I had the same I think, but don't think I was tied up." said
Lauren, now sitting next to her, enthralled by the similarity in the
sexy story.
"Then from nowhere another dark haired girl appeared who looked a
bit older, and they then both started to lick and prod me. It was OK at
first, but I couldn't see this other girl, except that she had dark hair as
I say, and was naked. I began to get scared, and asked them to stop,
but Kristal said the best bit was about to happen. This other girl slid
behind and underneath me as I lay there, and grabbed round my neck,
then reached down and grabbed behind my knees, you see?"
"Yeah" Lauren shifted on the bed, trying to give more room for her
pussy to breath and expand as she listened to the story.
"She pulled my legs right up against my chest so that Kristal could
see right into my pussy. And then I saw that she had this enormous
man's thing between her legs, which she pushed into me. I screamed
and screamed, but Kristal just said to relax and the other girl held me
so tight that I thought I'd stop breathing. Anyway, she did stop after a
while, and I had to stay there while they did things to each other.
Then I really did sleep and went home afterwards.
"Mine was similar, but there was only her. She tried this vibrator
thing on me which sent me through the roof."
"Oh yeah, isn't that great?"
"Hmm, but I prefer my boyfriend doing it to me" said Lauren, running
her hand through her brown wavy hair.
"Oh, you're lucky. I wish I had a boyfriend now. I did have one, sort
of, about a year ago, but that was all. That's why I miss Kristal so
much. I'm going to see her again on Monday morning for lunch. I
said that I wanted the skirt altered for the summer!"
"What happened to your boyfriend?"
"It wasn't really a boyfriend, you know. It was a cousin who stayed
with us from Germany last summer. He was sixteen and I needed to
learn about boys, so we fooled around. I let him do it to me three
times. It was OK. But Kristal was so different. I simply need more."
"But what if it starts to hurt?"
"I don't care. I thought about that, but the more it hurt, the more I
liked it in the end. Not so much while they were hurting me, but when
I came, God, it was amazing! Doesn't it make you wet just talking
about it?"
"Yeah, and we had better stop because I've got some special
underwear for today" said Lauren, opening her little suitcase and
taking out the Dior knickers, bra and suspenders.
"Oh, wow, let me see!" said Kirsten, taking hold of the knickers and
feeling them against her face. "They're lovely. They must have cost a
fortune!"
"They were a present." Lauren thought that to add anymore might
have been unkind.
"I'd like a boyfriend like that, who bought me lovely things. Perhaps
one day."
Lauren pulled her T-Shirt over her head and threw it casually on the
bed. She then slipped her tight jeans down her legs and tossed them
on top.
"You're like me. You get wet so easily!" said Kirsten, looking
directly at the gap between Lauren's legs.
"I know. Sometimes I get like it just thinking about things."
"Me too, like now" said Kirsten. "Do you want to see?"
"No, not now. I need to get ready."
Kirsten trailed her hands between the folds of her towel and
obviously found her pussy, inhaling sharply as her eyelids fluttered.
Lauren was unsure what she should do. It was clear that the girl was
in need to some sort of attention, but she didn't want to do anything,
anxious to get dressed and look her best for the wedding. She saw the
towel fall away from her body as the knot slipped undone, her round
firm breasts like white icing surrounded by a tanned body. Her gaze
followed Kirsten's hand down between her legs and saw she had
wonderfully rounded little buttocks. Lauren instantly understood why
Kristal would have found her attractive and could visualise the two -
or three - of them locked entwined on the bed or patio. Lauren
thought she should have been surprised at the total absence of pubic
hair, but wasn't in the slightest, noting it with the same interest as she
would have a scar or mole. The girl looked like a big baby doll, her
mouth slightly open and her eyes half closed as she sat on the bed.
"Lauren, don't you find that you need to play with yourself all the
time?
Lauren sat down on the bed beside her as Kirsten leaned back against
the pillows and shed the remainder of her towel.
"Well, no, not really. I think I do it about as much as anyone else,
maybe a bit more." she offered.
"I just have to keep doing it." She paused, sitting up on the bed and
looking at her thighs. "I'm in a real mess, I think."
"What do you mean?"
"I dunno, I just can't stop doing it now. Ever since I went round to
Kristal's house I have to keep playing with myself. Sometimes I hit
my pussy, like with my school ruler, until it hurts so much I cry." She
looked down, her chest heaving as tears began to flow.
"But, that's terrible. Why can't you just stop? Just leave yourself
alone?"
"I don't know. I'm so frightened. I just have to see her, like I'm
drawn to her for some reason"
"Hey, that's OK. I'm not really very good at helping, you know, with
that sort of thing. Listen, I think we should get ready -we need to look
as beautiful as possible - you never know if there will be some great
boys at the wedding." suggested Lauren.
Kirsten brightened up slightly at the mention of the boys and regained
her modesty, pulling her towel back over her breasts.
Lauren shed her underwear to stand naked in front Kirsten. She
reached into the suitcase and pulled out a pair of grey stockings, sat
down again on the edge of the bed and rolled them onto her legs.
Kirsten watched with a hint of jealousy, toying with her own
randomly-selected underwear and the grey tights that had been
provided for her. As Lauren stood up and turned, she felt the
appreciative gaze of Kirsten all over her body, and defiantly teased
her by parting her legs more than necessary and adjusting her
suspenders, revealing her sweet, lightly-haired pussy, naked and
tempting, to the drooling little girl on the bed.
She took the bra from her suitcase and fastened it at the back, still
pleased that Kirsten had hardly moved. With a flourish she pulled her
knickers up to her waist and tut-tutted as she pretended that the
gusset was digging too tightly into the tops of her legs. She smiled at
Kirsten sweetly, understanding what Kristal had meant about that
strange feeling of power that came with wearing something so
powerfully erotic. She felt almost jubilant, and more self-assured than
she had for many months as she adjusted the material, the shape of
her fingers visible through the fine material as she ran a finger over
her warm pussy lips. Today, she decided, was also going to be her
day, as well as AnneMarie's.
The photographer arrived on time, took a number of photos of
AnneMarie dreamily looking out of the window holding her bouquet.
The bridesmaids, with their somewhat un-traditional skirt and jacket
and small bouquets of wild mountain flowers looked beautiful. Both
girls posed confidently, smiling as they looked at each other and
reflected their genuine happiness on the occasion of their friend's
wedding. Lauren stood at least three inches taller that Kirsten, her
legs long for her age and their shape accentuated by the cool grey
stockings and medium heels.
However, to her disappointment, Lauren barely exchanged ten words
with AnneMarie as they waited to depart, and she grew increasingly
concerned. Even though AnneMarie may be pre-occupied with her
wedding day arrangements, she had been a friend of the Gisal family
for most of her life, baby-sitting for Mike and Lauren since she could
remember. Lauren was therefore pleased to be able to talk to Kirsten,
but as the morning wore on, she became more and more irritated with
the situation, and turned her frustration back onto Kirsten for having
even involved her in her problems in the bedroom earlier that
morning. Just before they had to leave for the church, Lauren thought
she might tell Kirsten in no uncertain terms about the displeasure she
felt, but as she looked at her, there was no doubting that the girl was
cute, bubbly and fun to be with, and so, as usual, Lauren decided that
she would be kind to her with regard her moment of need, and not
mention it again. She did however still feel used, and reflected that
her recent life of promiscuity may not be all fun and games.
As she crossed the road to the church, she wondered why she was so
quick to allow people to trample over her and concluded that she was
maybe the sort that saw the world through rose-tinted glasses,
without ever considering that some of people might be less than
scrupulous. Her day-dreams led her to think about not only her times
with Kristal, but also the photographic sessions with Marlene and
Simone. In her mind it had seemed quite innocent at the time, and
probably was even still. But the risk was something she had really not
considered, and she vowed to do so from that moment onwards. She
therefore decided that she would be a one-man girl and would
treasure and preserve her relationship with Jim to the exclusion of all
others. Her stomach churned when she thought about the last photo
session, and how she had asked Jim to pose with her, naked in front
of the cameras. Her walk slowed to a crawl as the implications shot
through her mind; what did he think of her now, had she been so
thoughtless that he would never call her again. As she walked through
the graveyard, she hoped that since they had made love after the
photos had been taken that he didn't really mind. There had certainly
been passion in the morning before they got out of bed, and so her
mind was partially put at ease. However, her conclusions about
fidelity remained intact, although the strength of her convictions
mellowed as an itch from the label of her suspender belt brought back
delightful memories of Kristal.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here in this tiny church to witness
the wonderful joining in matrimony of AnneMarie and Andre. We
shall sing two hymns this morning, and I would ask you all to rise
while we sing the first of these, Fight the Good Fight, number 146 in
your red hymn books." said the Reverend, his cheeks matching the
covers of the hymnals as he bellowed out the words from the altar.
Lauren looked behind her to see about sixty or seventy people
standing in the pews, all resplendent in their bright dresses and
elegant suits.
The service continued with solemn prayers for the bride and groom,
and then the actual wedding ceremony was conducted, the voice of
the Reverend filling the church and most of the neighbourhood. It was
no surprise to Lauren that when he asked if anyone knew of any
lawful impediment why AnneMarie and Andre could not be joined in
holy matrimony, there was no sound at all.
"Marriage is something that is approached soberly, maturely and is
not undertaken lightly. It is God's way of ensuring the continuation of
his kingdom, and by his wish, the joy of children. Take heed that
AnneMarie and Andre have considered these things when they repeat
their vows in front of you and God today."
A child suddenly burst into tears in the second row, her mother
rocking her in her arms. As the noise gradually competed with the
Reverend the mother shook her until she remembered where she was,
and tactfully withdrew outside into the sunshine.
"Do you Andre Gesund, take this woman, AnneMarie Grob, to be
your lawfully wedded wife?"
"I do" he replied. Lauren looked across to see the beads of sweat on
his forehead, his fingers nervously toying with his hymnsheet. His
features were bland, almost boyish, although he had a great shock of
black hair that had apparently been combed once in his life and had
never recovered, for it fell over his forehead in a tangle towards his
eyes. His morning suit, however, was top quality, and even if it had
been hired for the day, it was certainly an expensive looking outfit.
Too bad, thought Lauren, that the shop didn't have his size.
"To have and to hold, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health,
from this day forward, till death do us part"
"I do." he said.
"And now, AnneMarie, do you take Andre Jacques Bertrand Gesund
to be your lawfully wedded husband"?
"I do" she replied. Lauren thought she was going to wet herself, and
clearly from the congregation, there were others who found his name
more than a little amusing. Even the Reverend raised his substantial
eyebrows at him, seeking guidance from the groom rather than above
this time.
"To have and to hold, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health,
from this day forward, till death do us part"
End of Chapter 22a
Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (22b/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 23 Jul 1997 15:07:20 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 22b
"I do" she replied. The Best Man fumbled in his pocket for the rings
and laid them on the Reverends order of service. The groom took the
small diamond ring and gently placed it on AnneMarie's finger. It
shone brilliantly even on the dim light of the church, and she realised
that her life-long baby-sitter and friend was almost married. Did she
remember all those long evenings when her parents were out. Did she
remember how she would tip-toe downstairs to sit with her and talk
about grown-up things, watching late night television programs, and
then shooting back to bed as the car headlights shone through the
lounge window? Lauren thought that she might recall some of it, but
apparently something was not right between herself and AnneMarie,
and she realised that she was unlikely anymore until after their
honeymoon. AnneMarie took the plain wedding band and pushed it
over Andre's finger, tugging his finger tip in order to get it over his
second knuckle.
"With the exchange of rings, and the vows they have taken amongst
you, bear witness that AnneMarie and Andre have entered into a
solemn oath. I now pronounce you man and wife." said the Reverend
with a flourish of his hand.
They kissed gently at the altar and followed the Reverend to the
office while the organist played an unknown variation of Mozart's
Marriage of Figaro. Lauren and Kirsten followed behind, witnessing
the register with the Best Man who turned out to have a modicum of
wit and personality. She looked again at the groom, and noticed under
his coat tails a large safety pin that held his trousers together. The
Best Man, Jakob, caught her stare and smiled back wickedly,
nodding.
The ensemble returned to the altar and made their way regally down
the aisle towards the big double doors and the gravestones beyond.
The official photographer had poll position in front of the door, but
rapidly became frustrated as another ten relatives and friends began
flashing away directly behind him while he did his best to arrange the
guests.
He tried desperately to out-smart the others by moving quickly ahead,
but the bride and groom were waylaid at the church door, turning this
way and that, talking to Aunt Elsie (who nobody had seen in fifteen
years) and then listening to friend of the family Jacques Souiller tell
them about his gall bladder operation. Needless to say, by the time
they caught up with the photographer (lurking in the bushes for that
`unexpected natural shot') their real wish was to get on to the
reception and have a drink. Mr. Souiller had clearly not finished,
having only related up to the point where he had been given the pre-
medication, and insisted on telling the remainder in the white
Mercedes on the way to the hotel, climbing in and holding the door
for AnneMarie and her new man. Gently, he was coaxed out and
advised that there would be someone to help him shortly. The next
couple of minutes saw a re-enactment of the Le Mans 24 hour race,
as cars sped away, not caring which route they took, while the
Reverend wandered out of his church clutching the pitiful collection.
During the endless photographs that appeared to be mandatory before
the wedding breakfast, Lauren smiled for all she was worth, posed
with AnneMarie and Andre, with Kirsten, with friends of AnneMarie
and then in the larger group shots on the lawn of the hotel. Her jaw
started to ache at about twelve o'clock, and by one o'clock the pain
from her mouth was equal to that from her stomach. She tasted the
first prawn at just after half past one, swallowing it without chewing
despite the years of lectures. Her seat next to some of Andre's friends
was ideal, as she could see across to AnneMarie and also the rest of
the guests due to the way the tables had been arranged.
She sipped her wine slowly, well aware of the problems that alcohol
had caused her in the past few weeks, and surveyed the room. There
were a few boys of her age, but nobody special. Perhaps that was just
as well. She would have a good dance and meet lots of new people,
then go home and curl up in her own little bed. The chicken a la
something or other was another Swiss culinary first on a par with air
dried beef, the dark meat held down forcibly on the plate with pickles
and vegetables of dubious parentage. The meal though did revive her
energy level, something that had concerned her again in the morning,
although possibly the adrenaline rush from the service had kept it in
abeyance.
She turned to Kirsten who was delicately munching her way through
the salad like a council refuse cart and discussed school and her plans
for what was left of the summer holidays. As she replied, Lauren
watched her little mouth, thinking that perhaps she wasn't all doll-
like. She sipped her wine, recalling their earlier encounter in the
bedroom. She also remembered that she was wearing the suspenders
and stockings, whereas Kirsten had only tatty old underwear. The
thought sent a new surge of power through her bones, giving her
conversation a new edge of authority as they discussed clothes, boys
and the local towns. She opened her legs very slightly as she felt the
familiar signs of arousal moving silently below, like unseen hands
massaging and probing, warming, tickling and licking her as they left
their wonderful trail of sweet stickiness in their wake.
After the meringue and fruit, cheese and biscuits followed, with
coffee and mints rounding of the memorable meal. The Best Man
lurched to his feet, laughing as he read what appeared to be his
speech, banging the side of his glass with a serving spoon.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, it gives me great pleasure to
welcome you all here today on behalf of AnneMarie and Andre. For
some reason, Andre asked me to be his Best Man, I think as I've
known him for so many years. Yes, I've known all his girlfriends, not
in the same way, of course...." he paused as laughter rippled around
the room..."and I'm pleased to see so many of you here today" Peals
of laughter echoed round the restaurant. "..er, I mean friends, not, you
know, girlfriends!" He hiccuped loudly, smiling inanely to himself.
Lauren looked at AnneMarie's parents who were clearly putting a
brave face on what had every sign of being one of the most
embarrassing moments of their lives. She felt sorry for them as they
smiled at Andre, no doubt thinking that they would rather have kept
their daughter and not gained a son-in-law.
"I met Andre just after he moved into the same lodgings as me. It was
after a particularly drunken party and I bumped into a young lady
leaving his room. No doubt she had mistaken it for the ladies with all
the visitors it had."
Lauren, along with half the guests, was now convinced that the title
of Best Man was unfortunate in this case, and she felt certain that he
would end up on the floor before he finished his speech, either
through drink or from the force of a blow to his head from any one of
about twenty people who were sizing him up.
"It was then that I realised that we had very similar tastes, as the lady
leaving turned out to be an old friend of mine as well. Small world, eh
Andre?" He laughed loudly, waited for others to follow, and sensing
that perhaps the joke had gone over his audience's head, continued
merrily.
"Anyway, now it appears that he has found his perfect match in
Mary, and I for one...."
"Marie, AnneMarie" said AnneMarie through gritted teeth.
"Sure, that's what I said..AnneMarie, and I wish her the best of fuck
with him in the future. Er, I should say best of luck." He looked at his
crumpled notes, turned the page upside down, disbelieving his eyes
as he tried to regain his thread. "Anyway, I have one little story that
will titillate you, ha ha, if you know what I mean!" He leaned
unsteadily over the table, took a healthy swig of his drink, and
banged the glass back on the table.
"Hey hey, what a son-in-law, eh?" he laughed, staring at
AnneMarie's parents. Their frosty glare did nothing to dispel the
warmth of his message as he launched into his final diatribe. "I just
want to let you all know that I think you've been wonderful guests,
and I have had a great time today as Best Man. So let me tell you all
`bout a little time we had in Zurich and how we caused a bit of a
scare! Anne, you're going to love this one, believe me, you should
have been there!" He laughed to himself uncontrollably, unable to
continue as the thought of whatever incident had taken place
overcame his small mind and flicked the switch labeled `Quit Now'
to override. Some of the guests clearly had a little sympathy left as
they smiled with him while he brushed a tear from his eyes.
"Ladesh and Gentlemun, there we were, driving down the
Bahnhofstrasse late at night when a car that had been following us
closhly tried to overtake. So our driver..er, who was it Andre? Eh,
mate?" He turned to his friend, noting that he was holding his head in
his hands while resting his elbows on the table in front of him. "Well,
thash right, my old mate, you `ave a good think." he wobbled
uncertainly on his feet, holding tightly to the edge of the table as he
looked again at his notes. Finding nothing remotely familiar, he
tossed the pages over his shoulder and decided, bravely in the
circumstances, to ad lib the remainder.
"Well, we speeded up, and Andre `ere decided to show this bloke
who's boss." He laughed again, coughing slightly as the humour of
the occasion was dredged from the bowels of his mind and prepared
for regurgitation. "Well, `e dropped his trousers and pants, opened
the window..." He slapped the table with the palm of his hand,
laughing as tears fell freely from his eyes. Since most of the
assembled had guessed the punchline, annoyance slowly set in. "...'e
stuck his bum out the window and waved at the bloke."
Lauren tried to keep a straight face, even one of slight annoyance like
the older guests around her, but she did find the tale amusing, the
decadent behavior appealing to her schoolgirl sense of adventure.
However, she decided that the Best Man was a loser, and prayed for
him to be struck down by a thunderbolt or anything that might lessen
AnneMarie's embarrassment.
"But there's more, ha ha. Listen! So I reached over and pushed the
window button! Up went the window so he couldn't bleedin' move,
and we drove round Zurich all night like that, with his you-know-
what stickin' out." Lauren couldn't help but laugh, along with a few
of the other younger people there, her stomach bubbling with laughter
as she tried to control herself.
"Anyway, my old friend, there you go, eh, happy days. But now,
you're a married man, so that's the end of your fun and games, eh?"
AnneMarie was shaking her head in disgust while Andre was clearly
apologising, probably for things that may be said in the remainder of
his speech, as well as for his past behaviour. Judging by her
expression, AnneMarie had no wish to hear about his past life, and
possibly had less inclination to share his future.
"And so, I'd like to proposh a toasht to Annie and Andre, what a
lovely pair, and may they have a great honeymoon. Just let us know
where you're goin' and we'll be there! So, Ladiesh and Gennelmen, a
toasht to..er.. a toast to Andre and hish wife, happy lives, eh?" He
raised his glass as the guest rose, toasting Andre and AnneMarie
quietly before sitting down. The room was silent, except for the
scraping noise of the Best Man's chair as he slid back in it. He was
still enjoying his car joke, chuckling to himself while those either side
of him turned away.
AnneMarie's father then spoke, thanking everyone (almost everyone)
for coming, and relating the details of the rest of the day. Andre said
a few words but had clearly curtailed his speech after energetic
discussions with his wife. After they cut the cake, the formality of the
occasion dissolved, and people started to wander round the room,
looking for old friends, and avoiding others.
The newly-weds spent almost an hour opening their presents,
thanking everyone and arranging the gifts for all to see. Lauren saw
the Best Man slumped on his own in a chair next to the Emergency
Exit sign, his eyes half open with a stupid grin on his face. She and
Kirsten commented on his performance, both agreeing however that
the episode was really very funny, sure that he had been right in that
to have been there would have made it ten times better.
The disco started at about seven o'clock, although Lauren and
Kirsten were too busy talking to the other children at that time to be
interested. They all sat round a single table, about eight or ten of
them, chatting and drinking Pepsi, one of the older boys drinking
Lowenbrau from a bottle, delighted that he had the opportunity to
shown his maturity in front of the beautiful bridesmaids.
Lauren was flattered and relieved to be asked to dance by one of the
boys, and was more than a little nervous as he self-consciously took
her hand and led her to the edge of the dance floor. The gyrated while
he watched her skirt twirl, revealing her long legs and the promise of
further delights as the music grew faster. Lauren was amused, pleased
that she had this effect on the boy, and made every effort to show him
what he was surely going to miss. She also noticed that even some of
the older people still seated around the floor were watching her as she
moved quickly in time with the music.
As the evening wore on, she danced with a number of the other boys,
never for more than two or three songs, and always thanking them
afterwards as she returned to the table to gossip with Kirsten. The
lights dimmed as the music slowed, slow romantic numbers taking the
place of rock and roll favorites. The lights shone onto the small stage
as the DJ announced that AnneMarie and Andre were leaving, and
would encouraged everyone to gather in the car park to bid them
farewell.
AnneMarie caught up with Lauren and looked at her, pleasure and
thanks on her face mixed with concern and anxiety.
"Look after yourself, and thank you for helping today. You look
wonderful, so grown up. Just you be careful, OK?" she said hugging
her closely. Lauren looked at her, none the wiser as she led her
husband to the car.
The guests waved as the married couple took their leave, rumbling
sown the road with tin cans jangling from the back and a condom
(unused) covering the top of the aerial. Lauren returned indoors to
continue the celebrations. Lauren was immediately grabbed by one of
the boys that she danced with earlier, whisked onto the floor, and
held tightly for a slow dance. Lauren was unsure how to dance to the
music, even though she had tried it in front of her parents' bedroom
mirror once or twice. But the young boy had even less idea, turning
slowly and rocking from side to side as he avoided treading on her
toes. What did seem to have a very well-developed idea was his
young cock, which even through the layers of clothes was making its
point well understood. She smiled as her chin rested on his shoulder,
again flattered by this uncontrolled outburst of lust.
She thanked him, letting him return to the table as the DJ announced
the last dance. Looking around she saw people hurriedly finding their
partners, and looked back at the table expectantly. To her surprise,
she felt a tap on her shoulder.
"May I?" asked an older boy who had danced with her once earlier in
the evening.
"Mmm, OK". He held her close, confirming that he was not about to
bust his trouser zip. She looked up at him, considered his happy face
and decided that he was safe. The music carried her into the familiar
dream world, her body slowly turning as it had done all evening. The
dance floor became packed, young and old joining together as they
waltzed lazily and happily around in circles. She rested her head
against his chest, pleased with the sense of security and the fact that
she had found a boy (or man) at least ten years her senior. They
talked, discussed AnneMarie, and discovered how each of them
knew her. As the music ended, he offered to give her a lift home
which meant a detour of only a couple of kilometers from his own
house. She was unsure, saying that she should call her parents as it
was late and they expected to have to collect her.
"Hey, you'll be home in a couple of minutes, and they'll be pleased
that they don't have to make the journey." he said, looking straight at
her.
"I'm not sure." said Lauren, looking around the room at the people
waving good-bye to each other. She knew her parents would be angry
if they knew she had gone off with a stranger without telling them,
but she felt safe with the boy and it was hardly out of her way. "Oh,
OK, but I can't be late of my parents will come looking for me." she
said, collecting her little suitcase from the cloakroom attendant.
They walked round to the back of the hotel and he opened the door
for her. She smiled, thanking him as she sat in the passenger seat. He
pushed her suitcase onto the back seat and started the car, driving
slowly past the hotel and off down the mountain towards Andleburg.
"Didn't your boyfriend get invited today?" he asked as they crawled
along even more slowly than her father.
"No, I've only just met him and it wouldn't have been right."
"Hey, I saw you dancing, you looked so good, especially the rock
and roll stuff!" he said enthusiastically as they stopped at the traffic
lights. "You've got beautiful legs, you know!"
"Thank you" said Lauren, looking at the young boy. He was about
twenty-five, Lauren thought, and quite pretty to look at, with curly
black hair that had been left to grow over his collar, and a handsome
face that pleased her. They drew away from the lights, starting their
journey up the other side of the mountain. As they twisted and turned,
he pulled into a passing place on the side of the road that doubled as
a tourist parking spot in the summer months for those who wanted to
admire the view down into the valley.
"What are you doing?" asked Lauren quickly.
"I thought we could just stop and talk for a couple of minutes" he
said as he switched off the engine and turned towards her. He put his
hand on her knee, causing her to instinctively pull away and cross her
legs. "Hey, there's no need to be worried, I just thought we could
have a talk and a bit of a cuddle, that's all." Lauren shifted
uncomfortably in her seat, worried about this sudden advance but
slightly excited as the evening became a scene from a made-for-
television movie.
"I must get home, my parents will be worried, please"
"Just a little kiss, that's all, Lauren" he said, pulling her close to him.
He ran his hand across her chest firmly, squashing her breasts as she
gritted her teeth. He took her chin and turned her face towards him,
planting a loveless kiss on her tightly-clamped lips.
"Lauren, you've got lovely tits, let me see them."
"Get lost, take me home you shit!" she shouted, pushing his hands
away from her chest. She could smell the drink on his breath, and his
warm sweaty hands felt revolting.
"Lauren, come on, let's get in the back, we can be very cozy there!"
"No, piss off. Just take me home" she shouted, her voice shrill in the
silence of the night.
"Lauren, I want you, I want to fuck you!"
"No! I want to go home, now" she shouted, shrugging him off as she
looked for the door handle. He grabbed her hand and pushed his left
hand between her legs, not stopping until the palm of his hand was
under her bottom and his thumb between her pussy lips. Her heart
beat wildly as his fingers found the wet spot on her knickers.
Inexpertly, he pulled her knickers aside and jammed his fingers
painfully against her sex, missing her vagina.
"Take me home, you shit!" she shouted, wriggling so that her elbow
caught his left eye.
"Ahh!" he shouted, clutching his eye as the dull pain set in. Lauren
knew she couldn't walk the two kilometers home and decided that
she would either have to press home her advantage or face his rage
and increased lust. She lunged over towards the steering wheel and
pressed the horn. It blared noisily out into the night until he swept her
hand off it. She heard at least two dogs barking in the distance and to
her relief saw a light come on as someone parted their curtains in a
house to her right. She wound down the window and waited.
"Now take me home!" she said, the anger evident still in her voice.
"OK, OK, I'm sorry. I just thought you might like to, you know....."
"What, you think I roll over every time someone tickles my tummy,
like a dog?"
"No, I meant, well, ..." he mumbled, starting the car. They rode the
rest of the way in silence, Lauren pointing out the directions with her
finger on the windscreen rather than utter another word. As they
pulled up outside her house, she yanked the suitcase from the back
seat and slammed the door, not caring that it probably woke up
Rebecca. She stormed up the pathway and entered the house through
the backdoor. The light in the kitchen was on, and her mother came
out, surprised to see her daughter.
"What's wrong? I thought you were going to call?" she asked
anxiously.
"Yeah, well I got a lift home from some boy at the wedding. He had
some ideas on the way home that I didn't like" fumed Lauren.
"Lauren, that's why we always say we'll come and get you, so that
you don't get into these situations. You're still a very young girl, you
know, and you read about such terrible things these days." she said,
her anger evident as she looked her up and down. Lauren shrugged,
knowing that her mother was right, but not wanting to stay for the rest
of the lecture. She heard her father approaching.
"What's happened? Are you allright?"
"I'm fine. Just got a lift home that maybe wasn't a good idea. Not to
worry!"
"We do worry, Lori. I really don't mind coming out to get you. You
should have telephoned anyway. You promised you would always do
that if you were going somewhere we didn't know about, didn't
you?" said her father, obviously concerned by her apparent disregard
for house rules.
"OK, I'm sorry. I'm going to bed."
"Lauren, you're such a dreamer, really. You must wake up to the fact
that there are some very strange people in this world!" said her
mother, her lips pursed as she contained her frustration. "How was
the wedding, anyway?"
Lauren launched into a long explanation of the day, especially
embroidering the Best Man's attempt at speech-making. Her mother
fixed her a sandwich and hot milk. Eventually, they all went through
to the lounge and watched the end of the late-night movie. Lauren
then said good-night and went up to her bedroom, still wearing the
dress and jacket, and flopped onto her bed. She had had a good day,
but was still concerned about AnneMarie's behaviour and coolness
towards her. She thought about Kirsten and the episode in the
bedroom, and the feeling of power that had been within her all day.
Finally, her thoughts turned to the ride home, and her young
imagination played out many of the possible scenarios that could have
come from the groping she had in the car. Initially, she worked out
several ways to escape, by hitting him, taking the keys and throwing
them away. She even thought about falling out of the car as it traveled
along the road.
The most exciting scenario, though, was where she succumbed to his
advances, and he entered her with his long fat cock as she bent over
the reclining seat, her feet on the dashboard and her knickers stuffed
in her mouth to drown her whimpers. She took off her jacket and skirt
to leave just her grey underwear and stockings on as she replayed the
scene time and time again. She bent her legs, forming a tent with her
bedclothes as first her fingers then her hairbrush found their way
between her lips, teasing her senses and reassuring her body that
relief was at hand. She pushed the bedclothes away and pulled her
legs up against her chest, her right hand still pumping the brush in and
out of her moist sex as the boy once again ripped at her clothes and
thrust his massive cock into her face. She moaned quietly as her
orgasm gathered pace, the boy now hovering over her, his cock
bobbing menacingly as it stood poised to thrust into her tunnel. She
saw him pull back his foreskin to reveal the enormous purple head,
and pushed hard into herself as he entered her roughly, uncaringly
and shafted her in a frenzy of uncontrolled lust. She whimpered as her
legs ached against her chest, her orgasm now bubbling within her,
spilling through her and washing its welcome wetness as she shook in
muscular spasms, the boy now masturbating madly and coming over
her pussy, her breasts and face. She collapsed over onto her side, the
brush still inside her as her legs clamped together and her arms
crossed over her chest, holding a breast in each hand. She felt her
anus pulsing gently, a warm glow now emanating from between her
legs as she snuggled down into her pillow.
Several minutes later, she pulled the brush slowly from her pussy and
felt the handle's stickiness, pleased that she could taste herself as she
licked her fingers. She stood up beside her bed and took off the
underwear, annoyed at the need to do so but well aware that her
mother would only ask questions if she saw her wearing Christian
Dior lingerie in bed. She removed the stockings and stuffed them into
her top drawer, returning to bed with her long T-Shirt, gracefully
adorned with a picture of a brown teddy bear. Snuggling up into a
ball, she pulled the covers to her chin and slept. Until 11am.
End of Chapter 22b
Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (23/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 23 Jul 1997 15:07:49 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 23
Saturday 29th August, 11am
Lauren packed her overnight bag slowly, dropping clothing into it
haphazardly without thinking much about what she needed for the
day. They had decided to go to Interlaken later and take a look
around the shops, then return to Nikki's house in the early evening
and have tea while watching a film. They had also decided to spend
the night at Nikki's to make life easier for them early on Sunday
morning to go to Rebecca's wedding. She smiled as she dropped her
dressing gown into the old case, remembering the last time she had
packed it, and had never found a use for it. She recalled the evening
with Jim and Simone, shuddering again as she visualised the camera
flashing away as Jim pushed hard inside her. From now on, she
resolved, that behaviour was behind her. She slammed the lid closed
and made her way downstairs.
As she closed the front door and turned towards the road the phone
rang, much to her annoyance. Lauren madly scrambled to let herself
back into the house, dropping her suitcase in the hallway as she ran
into the lounge.
"Hello?"
It was AnneMarie, who still sounded a little disappointed to speak to
Lauren. As they exchanged news, it became clear to Lauren that it
was really her father that AnneMarie wanted to speak to, and not
herself.
"He's out with my mum, they've gone to Grandma's again, but he
should be back mid-afternoon. Try around three'ish. Anything I can
do?" she asked, ready for the negative answer and the comment that
indeed she would ring again as she signed off, saying `see you soon,
and take care.' Lauren gathered her things again and slammed the
door, thinking it was strange that AnneMarie needed to talk to her
father and couldn't tell her what it was about. Concluding that she
would find out sooner or later, she whistled for the majority of the
four hundred meters to Nikki's house.
"Hey, it's me. Where are you?"
"In my room, come on up"
Lauren climbed the stairs and pushed open the door to her room.
Nikki was lying on her bed, watching a film on her television. The
room was enormous when compared to Lauren's little place, but then
the whole house was much larger, with five bedrooms and two
bathrooms, one en-suite with Nikki's parents room. The overall pink
effect in the room was complimented by the dark red curtains and
matching bed-spread. It looked nice, thought Lauren, but is was all so
obviously out of the hotel that she wondered how it would have been
decorated if they had been out to normal shops and had to decide
themselves. Regardless of the source of the furnishings, Lauren
would love to have had a bedroom like Nikki's, and always enjoyed
staying at her friend's house.
She dumped her suitcase by the door and climbed onto the bed,
settling down next to her friend and trying to work out which film she
was watching. Nikki smiled at her. Lauren hadn't spent the night at
Nikki's house for almost two months and they were both excited at
the prospect of a night of gossiping and giggling. There was an
unspoken expectation that while they would normally have slept in
separate rooms, that night they would find a reason to sleep in
Nikki's bedroom, even in the same bed. Their conversation skirted
the issue, like the couple who know that the hidden agenda contains
something very special.
"Hey, are we going to Interlaken, or what?" asked Nikki, rolling onto
her back.
Lauren looked down into her eyes. "Dunno, what do you want to
do?"
"I need some stockings for tomorrow. What's this Rebecca like, is
she OK?"
"Sure, she's a real laugh. She's really into this church thing. I think
it'll be fun. You know we have to get there at some god-awful hour?"
"No, when?"
"Someone's going to collect us at about quarter to eight" said Lauren.
"Oh God, you're joking!"
"Nope, that's what she said"
"It's goddamn Sunday"
"Yeah, I didn't know it was such an early start when she asked. We
can't let her down now, you know"
"No, I know. Come on then, we'd better get moving. You can tell me
about the wedding"
"Oh yeah" exclaimed Lauren as she realised that she had an
enormous amount of news that would keep them both gossiping for
days. "You'll never guess what happened to me on the way home last
night!"
The two girls giggled, and squealed in amazement and excitement as
Lauren related her latest escapade to her friend, firstly on the bus to
the station and then on the train into town. Nikki thought that Lauren
had been very lucky not to have been seriously hurt - her mother had
told her of local girls who had been attacked in cars and on lonely
roads at earlier times in the evening than Lauren's experience.
"My mum says that one girl was raped in broad daylight in a field
only a few metres from the road." said Nikki, holding Lauren's arm
tightly as she looked around the train carriage.
They continued to surmise what could have happened, Lauren
confiding in Nikki that she had found the episode quite exciting once
she was home safe. Nikki shook her head.
"I don't know, it's so risky taking lifts from people, even if they do
know your friends. I think you were really lucky that he didn't beat
you up!"
"Hey, he's a friend of AnneMarie's. He was just a bit drunk!"
"Whatever, I don't think I'd like it to happen to me, I'd much rather
be in control"
"Hmm" said Lauren, turning to the window. There was a lot of sense
in what Nikki said, and she was once again surprised that her own
view of the situation could be so radically different. "I suppose
you're right." She stared at the cars on the highway that ran parallel
to the track, passing the train slowly. She had wanted to let Nikki
know of her decision to confine her sexual activities to just Jim, but
to mention it at that time would have been pointless.
"Not to worry, you're OK"
They got to Interlaken a few minutes later and spent the next couple
of hours shopping for a single pair of stockings. Lauren also bought a
pair at the autumn sale price of seven francs. After a coffee and piece
of cake, they caught the train back to Andleburg, missing their bus by
less than twenty seconds which caused them to wait another half
hour. It was therefore half past five when they entered Nikki's house
and their feet ached from all the walking and standing around.
"When are your folks back?" asked Lauren
"Not `till really late, maybe even early tomorrow morning. There's
some party on up at the hotel. I'm not invited, of course. Come on,
let's make tea!"
They ate and watched television in the lounge, deciding at around
nine o'clock that the film on RTV was useless and they would be
better off with a video upstairs.
"Hey, I'll see if my Dad has found any more. Stay there!"
Lauren heard her tip-toe upstairs and cross over into her parent's
room. She emerged in less than a minute and shouted downstairs to
Lauren.
"Hey, come on up, I found something!" whispered Nikki.
Lauren jumped up the stairs and followed her into her bedroom.
Nikki pushed the cassette into her player and turned the television on.
They sat on the bed as Nikki fast-forwarded through the credits.
Lauren saw the amusement in her face as the first scene appeared.
Nikki brushed her short blonde hair away from her face dramatically
as two young girls walked through an amusement park. They were
both a little older than Lauren and Nikki with healthy breasts and
long, bare-skinned legs. Within a couple of minutes, two boys were
following them.
Lauren lay on the bed alongside Nikki, both girls on the stomachs.
"I wonder if your Dad watches this stuff?"
"Course he does. What do you think, he gives it to charity?"
Lauren laughed, watching the girls flirting with the two boys. The
camera-work was poor, as was the colour quality, but there was some
storyline which was entertaining at least. The boys had taken them by
car to their house which was both large and deserted. To Lauren's
disappointment, there was very little kissing and cuddling, and the
film shot from a scene of the four of them together on the sofa,
laughing and joking, to the next where they were naked in a bedroom.
"I think it's nice to see people taking their clothes off. I wonder why
they never show it on films?" asked Lauren.
"I suppose the people who buy the films just want to see naked
girls."
"Nik, do you think we're normal. I mean, doing what we've done?"
"Yeah, why not? Like I said, there's no harm."
"It's just that it feels so good, but nobody seems to talk about it"
Lauren looked back at the screen as one of the girls ran her hand up
and down a large cock. She thought of Jim and how it had taken such
a long time for him to fully enter her. In some ways she thought she
preferred her brother's cock, which was a comfortable size. The girl
in the film was clearly bored, the look on her face expressionless, her
actions automatic beyond belief. The other two now took part in the
revelry, and Lauren saw that the second girl was particularly pretty,
with shoulder-length dark hair and wonderful breasts. The two boys
were pretending to be displeased with her, and told her to lie over the
lap of one of them, while the other smacked her. The second girl sat
by her feet, holding her legs apart.
"Nik?"
"Mmm?"
"I do love you"
Nikki turned to look at her and pulled her face towards her. Her gaze
went from her eyes to her mouth as her eyes half closed. She kissed
her lips so delicately that Lauren felt suddenly drunk, swaying to one
side as she inclined her head and returned the kiss. They entwined
their bodies, Lauren resting her head on Nikki's arm as they kissed
gently, meaningfully for several minutes. They touched each others
face and neck, no more, just reassuring each other that they were
there, safe and warm as they listened to each other's breathing.
"I love you too, Lori.
The film continued, but neither of the girls was watching. When
Nikki finally looked round to see what was happening, one of the
girls was being spanked by the other.
"This is boring. I think I'll have a shower" suggested Nikki. "Want to
join me?"
"Sure, I love your shower"
They stripped in her bedroom, both girls then padding over to the
bathroom in their night-wear. The bathroom was also reminiscent of a
hotel, with gold fittings and a powerful shower that hung over the
bath. The marble floor was grey, but never cold thanks to the under-
floor heating that had been provided by the hotel maintenance staff
(when they had nothing to do and had some spare parts, of course).
"I'm so sleepy, it must be my late night last night." said Lauren, as
she climbed into the shower with Nikki.
"What time did you get to bed?"
"Oh, about one, I suppose"
"But you didn't wake up until eleven, there must be something wrong
with you!"
"I'm a growing girl, that's all"
"You certainly are, you're tits are much bigger than last time." said
Nikki, looking at Lauren's breasts that had rounded and filled out
slightly in the past few weeks. "Like when you had that chewing
gum!"
"I know, probably because of the attention Jim has given them"
"Is he nice - in bed I mean?"
"I think so, he's very understanding, and quite a gentleman. There's
never a rush"
"I thought you said he hurt you?"
"He did, but only to start with, then it was fine"
They washed, playing with the soap and watching each other as the
water played over their young, firm bodies. They touched in the
shower increasingly often as they turned and soaped their legs.
Eventually, Lauren faced away from Nikki and asked her to wash her
back. Naturally, she washed more than her back, her hands roaming
all over Lauren until they found her little firm bottom and the valley
between her cheeks, which her fingers followed down to her anus.
With a liberal amount of soap, she pushed her finger inside her,
ignoring the squeals and the stiffening of her muscles as she ensured
that the whole area was a clean as possible. Lauren did the same for
Nikki, pushing her forward slightly to ensure that her finger went into
her anus as far as possible. Her enlarged clitoris was very noticeable
as she ran her fingers over her mound, satisfying her that she was
both clean and ready.
Leaving the shower, they dried and slipped back into their night-
clothes. Lauren dried her hair while Nikki watched, sitting on the side
of the bath. She could see her friends T-Shirt riding up her thighs
every time she moved her arms, exposing her tanned legs and cute
rounded bottom. While Nikki went into her room, Lauren went to the
toilet, returning to find Nikki in bed, waiting for her with a smile and
theatrically imploring her to join her with open arms.
Lauren turned the main light off and saw that the television was still
on, the video paused as a scene of a man and woman flicked
unsteadily across the screen. Lauren slid between the sheets and
propped herself up on her arm, peering over her friend in the semi-
darkness.
"I thought this was crap?"
"This bit looks better, let's see" said Nikki.
She punched `play' and the scene continued as the man and girl (who
were clearly European, early twenties and a handsome couple) started
to undress each other in what looked like a conservatory. The man
knelt in front of the girl and pulled down her knickers, leaving her
stockings and suspenders alone. Her dark pubic hair had been neatly
trimmed, and allowed the camera to show her vagina in its glory as he
lay her gently over a table. He pulled down his own pants to allow his
big cock to spring forth, delighting the girl who strained to look up
from her position to see what was about to be rammed into her.
"This is more like it!" said Nikki.
Lauren moved slightly closer to Nikki, resting her chin first on her
shoulder and then on her chest as Nikki responded, putting a arm
around Lauren's shoulders. Lauren sighed as she nestled into her
friend, cosy and still able to watch the film.
"He's quite big!"
"Hmm, I hope he takes the rest of her clothes off"
He did, ripping her blouse and bra in the process as her big breasts
wobbled while he pounded into her. The scene was cut crudely but
gave the general idea, and managed to capture him thrusting into her,
then withdrawing and coming over her pubic hair and breasts, before
plunging back into her for another couple of dozen strokes. He
withdrew, leaving the camera to record the dribble of cum as it
flowed freely from her depths and onto the table.
Lauren's hand had started wandering, encouraged by little moans and
encouraging movements by Nikki, who now lay on her back, having
given up watching the action. Lauren caressed her breasts through the
thick T-Shirt material and moved down to her naked bottom. As she
began to run her fingers in lazy circles over her lower stomach, Nikki
sat up slightly and looked at her.
"Do something for me?"
"What?"
"Something special that I've always wanted to do"
"OK, what is it?"
"Come with me" said Nikki, swinging out of bed and heading for her
wardrobe. In the dim light of the television, Lauren could see that
Nikki was dressing, as though she was going to school.
"Where are you going?"
"Nowhere, I just want to wear something. Come here and you do the
same. Please?"
"If you want"
Lauren took off her T-Shirt and pulled on Nikki's knickers, bra,
tights, a dark grey skirt and clean white blouse. She even put on a
school tie to complete the uniform. Nikki looked Lauren up and
down, satisfied that she looked as she wished.
"Now, that's good, I wanted to see what you were like in my school
clothes. Come on, back to bed"
"Like this?"
"Sure, why not?"
For Nikki, and to some extent Lauren, the next twenty minutes were
clearly heaven. Nikki writhed on the bed, slowly removing the
clothes from her friend as she licked and sucked at her nipples
through her blouse, then ran her hand under the cotton material to
find her little breasts held tightly by her bra. Undoing the buttons one
by one, she kissed her way up from the waistband of the skirt over
the exposed flesh and smooth cotton of the little girl's bra. A
practiced hand undid the hook and freed her little mounds as the final
button allowed Nikki to push the blouse either side and flick her
nipples with the end of her tongue.
Lauren had never known such a slow, sensuous build up and
trembled slightly as her senses registered the loving caresses that
were being lavished on her nipples and lips. She felt Nikki's tongue
push into her mouth and clasped her head between her hands as the
hot breath mingled with her own. Lauren pushed her hips towards the
girl, trying to bring attention to her pouting pussy and it's desperate
need. But Nikki was not to be interrupted, and continued to lick and
kiss her head, treating her ears to the same attention that her mouth
had received, the tickling sensation running amok throughout her
young body. Lauren undid two buttons on Nikki's blouse and pushed
her hand under the material as quickly as possible, taking her right
breast and roughly squeezing it in her hand. Nikki bent her right leg
in response, a movement which registered in Lauren's mind as her
hand followed the path down between her legs and over her sopping
tights and knickers. Nikki pulled off Lauren's blouse and bra, and
tugged at her tights, stripping her until only her own knickers
remained on her friend. Nikki however clearly wanted to keep her
clothes on at this time, and made it difficult for Lauren remove
anything. Lauren settled for removing Nikki's tights, then rubbing
between her legs, discovering that her knickers were so wet that they
stuck to her skin.
Nikki then straddled Lauren's face, lowering herself until Lauren
could probe her knickers with her tongue. It was then that Nikki
reached down and pulled the material of her knickers to one side,
revealing her pussy and allowing Lauren full access to the multiple
folds of skin that made up her delightful inner reaches. The scent of
the little girl drove Lauren wild as her tongue collected the juices
from within and lapped them up. Nikki moved forward slowly, the
hand on her knickers moving back until Lauren's tongue flickered at
her anus, transferring the lubrication to the little brown hole.
Suddenly, Nikki pulled at the gusset of her knickers, pulling the
taught material in between the lips of her vagina, and then slowly
exerting so much force that the material gave way, loudly tearing and
exposing her completely. Nikki then took her skirt and arranged it
around herself such that the whole of Lauren's head disappeared
underneath.
Nikki reveled in the fact that she was squatting on her big bed, being
licked and loved by a girl whose face was buried between her legs.
Nikki reached behind, careful not to squash Lauren, and explored
Lauren's thighs. She noted that her legs opened as wide as possible,
each knee resting on the bed, and decided that it was time to help her
over the edge. Turning round, she licked her way from her lips down
over her breasts and between her legs, pushing her tongue underneath
Lauren's knickers to discover an equally wet pussy waiting for her.
She pulled her knickers down to just above her knees, and brought
her legs up against her chest, moving off and to the side so that her
head was by Lauren's beautiful pussy.
Laying alongside her, Nikki continued to pin her legs against her
chest while licking firmly between Lauren's legs. Lauren turned so
that Nikki lay between her legs, and forced Nikki's legs apart so that
they both could satisfy each other. Nikki licked deeper into her
vagina as Lauren mimicked her. Nikki then introduced a finger into
Lauren's anus that didn't stop until the palm of her hand rested
against the cheek of her bottom. Her tongue circled around the fleshy
hood of her clitoris, teasing and pushing as she felt Lauren's
ministrations becoming less and less fluent, a sure sign that she was
having difficulty in concentrating on anything except the mounting
tidal wave of pleasure that was looming over the horizon. The anal
muscles around her finger contracted, giving Nikki good reason to
slowly pull her finger out part way and then push back in again while
her tongue found the entrance to her tunnel and entered unopposed.
Nikki felt the finger inside her own anus squirming in and out, round
and round, as her friend reflected the feelings going on inside her.
Nikki recognised the point of no return in Lauren, and found that she
too was suddenly caught up in mounting waves of lust and carried
with her friend as Lauren screamed in delight, the force of her orgasm
evident to Nikki, and enough to cause her too to come, pushing her
hips hard against Lauren's face and pulling her closer with her left
leg.
Despite the scent of each of the girls, the sweat on their foreheads
and the slight pungent smell from their anal activities, they both
buried themselves between each other's legs and continued to gently
administer their loving as orgasms subsided and their involuntary
shaking grew less violent. Kisses turned into hugs which in turn
became pure touch as they lay there, their limbs entangled on the bed,
savouring the aftermath of their statement to each other of
unquestionable love. After several minutes, Nikki slipped out of bed
and removed her clothes, picking up those on the floor and making
sure that they both had their T-shirts for the night.
"Do you want to stay here?" asked Nikki, switching off the
television.
"Mmm, that would be nice, what about your mum, though?"
"We'll say we saw a horror film and we were scared"
Lauren laughed, realising that Nikki had thought of the answer long
ago. "OK, I'll try and remember" she said as she slipped on the T-
Shirt. Nikki got in beside her and put her arm round her waist.
"Night night"
"See you tomorrow. Did you set the alarm?"
"Yeah. What a stupid time!"
"Sorry"
Nikki kissed her on the head and closed her eyes as they wrapped
their arms around each other.
End of Chapter 23
Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (24a/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 23 Jul 1997 15:08:23 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 24a
Sunday 30th August, 8am
The car really did arrive at seven fifty in the morning. Lauren had
hoped that it might fail to turn up so that they could say they tried, but
go back to bed and enjoy a normal Sunday. Nikki said if it was late
she would be really angry as she could have stayed in bed later. They
had time for a cup of coffee and some toast before leaving a short
message for her parents and gently closing the back door.
Rebecca was sitting in the front passenger seat, clearly so pleased to
see Lauren again, and equally happy to meet Nikki. They chatted on
the way, Rebecca introducing Ariane who was a sort of helper and
administrator at the church.
"You're going to have an absolutely memorable day, you three." said
Ariane, turning briefly to Lauren and Nikki. "The weather is
absolutely fine for pictures and there should be a few people in the
congregation. Father Paul should be there, at least to start with. I
think he has to do some radio program in Zurich later this evening."
"Why is it so early?" asked Nikki.
"Because we lay on a very special day for you all, and we want you
to absolutely make the most of it. You get to do whatever you want
before the service. That's about eight hours of fun and games!" she
replied, looking in her mirror and ensuring that Rebecca was
listening.
They wound their way up through the mountain pass to Grindelwalde,
then onwards, descending slightly until they reached a collection of
buildings that was dominated by a magnificent house and a large barn
behind. The chalet-style house had maybe three or four floors, with
the same number of large windows on each floor. It's steeply sloping
roof gave it an air of superiority and importance as it nestled at the
bottom of the steep scree, it's red and white windows contrasting to
the ever-popular brown boarded exterior. The barn behind looked
relatively modern, with large black double doors and a couple of
household style windows either side. The two seemed to be joined by
a rough road that led out of the property, all of which was contained
within a small fence designed to keep cattle from competing with the
singing from the church.
"Oh, I expected something with a spire and gravestones!" said
Lauren.
"No, we're not like that. Has Rebecca explained our creed and
foundation?" asked Ariane.
"A little. Perhaps we'll hear more today" replied Lauren, sincerely
hoping that she would be spared any lengthy introductions.
"Absolutely! We'll try. Come on then, we need to go in and go
downstairs"
"There's a basement that is the sort of hospitality suite. I haven't seen
it but I hear it's great!" said Rebecca, leading the way through the
door. Ariane opened the door to the basement at the end of the
entrance hall and guided them down the stairs.
"Right, here we are. If you follow me, I'll just show you around."
Lauren gazed in awe as she took stock of the lavish surroundings.
The word tasteful sprang to mind as she realised that each room must
have cost a small fortune, making even Nikki's house look like the
YMCA. The staircase had led into a small reception area that had a
coat cupboard, umbrella stand and equipment for journeys outdoors
such as blankets, binoculars, maps and a compass. The others had
already made their way down the long, central corridor and were in
the lounge. Lauren caught up and entered the enormous room through
the wooden-paneled double doors. She marveled at the brilliant white
sofa and chairs at the far end of the room. She waded through the
pale deep-piled yellow carpet as she looked wondrously at the
original modern art on the walls. The main light was provided by a
large chandelier that hung from the centre of the room, with other
uplighting discreetly positioned in the corners. The television and
stereo were housed in a wall unit on the right wall, arranged to ensure
they were not the focal point of the room.
Just as Lauren thought that the rest would be mundane in comparison,
she gasped at the luxury of the over-sized king bed in the next room,
the silk sheets and the rich wooden wardrobes to her right, and then
hesitated to even walk into the mammoth bathroom that must have
been twice the size of the lounge in her own home. She smiled at
Rebecca as they toured the complex, noting the spare bedroom
opposite the bathroom, delighted at the kitchen and even amused at
the small toilet as Ariane led them back to the stairs.
"So, there we are." she said, opening a drawer and removing a red
leather binder. "These are the instructions for today, Rebecca, you've
already been through them once. Make sure you do everything
required, but above all, have an absolutely wonderful time and enjoy
yourselves. Just press this buzzer if you need anything. And I mean it,
absolutely anything! See you all at four o'clock, then" She turned and
climbed the stairs, gently closing the door on her way out.
"Jeeze, what a place!" whispered Nikki, looking up at the ornate
ceilings and paintings.
"Absolutely!" said Lauren
Rebecca and Nikki laughed. "I know, I thought I was going to pee in
my pants if she said that word again." said Rebecca.
"Perhaps she's just a very energetic woman" suggested Lauren.
"I had no idea it was this good. God, it's amazing!" smiled Rebecca.
"I'm going to look at the bathroom again, it's like the hockey field!"
said Lauren disappearing round the corner.
After their initial exploration, the three girls settled down in the
lounge on the sofa. Nikki had already turned the television on and
found MTV. Rebecca took the leather binder and opened it at the first
page. She read to Lauren and Nikki:
Welcome to The Residualist Church of Grindelwalde. Today will be
your formal acceptance and introduction into the full body of the
church. We hope you remember your day for the rest of your life.
This little book is designed to ensure that each bride is presented in
the customary manner, and that all participants understand the order
of the service.
Traditionally, you will have eight hours from your arrival today until
the start of the service. During that time, nature and your wishes only
will determine what you do. You may sleep for eight hours, or you
may smash every piece of furniture during the same time. There are
no laws or rules. Except the following:
Rule 1. You should change out of the clothes that you arrived in as
soon as possible, and use any of the clothes in the cupboards,
drawers or on the shelves - except the gowns as mentioned below.
Rule 2. The bride may not have any hair other than her normal head
of hair. Razors are provided.
Rule 3. Both brides and bridesmaids should ensure they are
completely clean by bathing or showering properly before the
ceremony.
Rule 3. At five minutes to four, you will be collected for the short
ceremony. You (and your bridesmaids if any) should be wearing the
gowns provided in the cupboard by the stairs.
Remember that you will be joined by a boy of a similar age for the
ceremony. He will arrive at this building four o'clock after spending a
similar amount of time with his best man (if any), and the rules for
him are identical.
Above all, have fun and remember your day.
Rebecca closed the binder and looked at Lauren. "There's more
about the service which we can read later. Pretty simple, eh?" she
said.
"That means that you have to be shaved!" said Lauren.
"Mmm, I knew that. In a way it's much cleaner. We can do that
anytime. Oh, sorry, you don't mind, do you?" asked Rebecca,
realising that she was being presumptuous.
"No, that's OK. Just seems a bit strange, but I suppose you're right."
"So, what shall we do, other than check out the `fridge and make
some coffee?" asked Nikki.
"OK, let's look at the kitchen and then decide" said Rebecca.
"Uh uh," said Lauren, pointing at the binder. "First we have to
change into different clothes." She jumped up (brightly for Lauren at
eight on an a Sunday morning) and opened the cupboard. There were
five or six silky gowns hanging over a similar number of sandals. "I
bet these are for later. Where's something like a dressing gown?"
"Or Versace lingerie, that would do me!" said Rebecca, making her
way to the main bedroom. She opened the heavy wooden wardrobe to
find just what Lauren had wanted, a number of brand new Dior
dressing gowns. "With or without ribbon around the edge?"
"With, in white, please" said Lauren, adopting a haughty tone.
Rebecca threw it onto the bed, giggling as it scarcely covered the
corner of the enormous bedspread. Rebecca and Nikki found their
favorites, and the three stripped, Rebecca looking at Nikki's young
body with pleasure, while Lauren recalled fondly her exploration of
both girls. With dressing gowns on, they explored the rest of the
room, and indeed did find silk underwear, stockings, suspenders and
bras that they decided to try on later that morning, after their bath. In
the spare bedroom, the cupboards contained not clothing but, to their
utter surprise, everything that could ever be needed in bed. Rebecca
noticed a hot water bottle, an electric blanket, the works of
Shakespeare, a book of crosswords and a number of books on sex.
There was even some male prolongation cream, Tiger Balm and a
strap on phallus that amused them all. If someone had asked, Lauren
would have bet her life on the fact that it would be used within the
next seven and a half hours. They turned back, and made their way
into the kitchen where Nikki took command of the kettle and made
coffee.
"Now, there's very little we have to do today. Why don't we shave
off this hair as soon as possible, so that your skin can have some time
to settle down?" said Nikki, looking at Rebecca.
"Yeah, then we can try out the Jacuzzi and the shower, watch a few
films, and have a long lunch and a little sleep. Then it'll be four."
suggested Lauren, almost in one breath.
The girls accepted the general proposal, and sipped their coffee,
sharing a packet of biscuits that came from the over-stocked
cupboards above the cooker as they sat around the breakfast table.
"How's your boyfriend, Lauren"? asked Rebecca
"How did you know about him?"
"Your mum told my mum. She said he was quite clever."
"I don't know, I suppose he is"
"He also has a big willy" laughed Nikki at her tactless comment.
"Hey, you!"
"What, really big?" asked Rebecca.
"Yeah, it really hurts" said Lauren, looking down. Her heart beat
faster as she hoped the conversation would continue about Jim and
their experiences.
"God, I could do with some right now, but I'm going to have to wait
until four o'clock, and then I bet he doesn't go right in!"
"So have you seen the boy who's going to do it to you?" asked
Lauren.
"Maybe, but I won't know who until I see him. So where did you
meet him?" she asked, clearly interested in Jim.
"In a shop, when I was looking for a dress pattern. He was watching
a fashion show, just like me."
"That's weird."
"She had him in the changing room!" quipped Nikki.
"Stupid!" said Lauren, hitting Nikki on the arm.
"Come on then, let's get on with it, I'm going to try and work the
Jacuzzi." said Rebecca
"I'll join you after I've put some music on" said Nikki, clearing away
the cups. She opened the freezer and discovered some frozen dinners.
She brought them out to defrost, realising that her mother had made
her an expert in defrosting.
Rebecca wandered out of the kitchen, turning right towards the
bathroom. Lauren followed and together they filled the massive
Jacuzzi, adding the bath essence provided. They sat on the
surrounding steps and watched the bubbles that began to cover the
rising surface of the water. Lauren glanced over to the other side of
the room at the enormous shower that was simply most of that side of
the room enclosed in glass, with gold tap fittings and towel rails near
the glass door. She opened the shower door and walked inside,
realising that it would be possible to fit most of her class there. She
touched the gold fittings, just to confirm they were real, running her
fingers along the cool metal of the pipes.
Nikki went back into the lounge to turn off the television but paused
as she found a row of video cassettes lined up neatly on the wall unit.
While she worked out how to operate the music centre, she scanned
through the titles. The Sound of Music, The Lion King and Bambi
were there, as were a number of films which had either Japanese or
Chinese characters in their titles. At the end, after the cartoons, were
three more which sounded more interesting, namely Young Savages,
Lisa Learns to Love and Swedish Virgins on Vacation. She took the
last one, loaded it into the VCR below the television and pressed the
`play' button.
Someone had forgotten to re-wind it, the picture instantly popping
onto the screen, and it took her a fraction of a second to analyse the
situation. A steamy scene of a gorgeous young blonde making love to
an equally blonde-haired young boy. They were both naked as he
plowed into her blonde-haired vagina, her firm breasts wobbling
slightly as he stroked relentlessly . The camera panned in to show the
lips of her vagina clinging to his shaft as he withdrew and then
following his great tool back in as he forced himself on her, pushing
her farther up the bed. Nikki was amazed, not so much by the scene
but by the clarity of the picture and the almost expert manner in
which the film had been made. She had been used to crude, badly lit
films that had been obviously copied many times, but this was in
pristine condition. Nikki sat on the sofa and watched, oblivious to the
activities of the others.
Lauren sat down by the Jacuzzi, watching the bubbles with Rebecca.
She swung her legs over the edge, testing the water with her foot.
"More hot, I think" she said, turning the gold tap, inlaid with a red
stone, until she was satisfied that the water was warmer. Her dressing
gown was half open at the front, allowing Rebecca to see her young
breasts, tempting her with the view of her long legs that were now
partially immersed in the water.
Nikki bounded into the room, full of the joys of spring. "Boy, have I
got a surprise for you two when we've finished!" She stood on the
little wall around the tub and looked down into the bubbly water.
"Come on, we can get in now while it fills up!" she said, towering
over the other two girls. She undid the belt on her dressing gown and
threw it with abandon across the room, giggling as she stepped down
into the water. Lauren watched her naked form as she descended the
steps, then turned to Rebecca, noting that her eyes followed her
friend all the way down as the water lapped at her young body. A
smile danced on Rebecca's lips as she noticed the distinct shape of
Nikki's little pink bud, standing out slightly between her pussy lips.
"Hey, you're both beautiful girls, you know that?" said Rebecca,
shedding her own gown and slipping into the water. She leaned back
against the side of the Jacuzzi, her large breasts bobbing upwards in
the water. Lauren now stood, dropped her dressing gown and looked
at the other two girls below her. She thought for a minute and started
to turn.
"I have to go to the toilet, wait a minute" said Lauren, turning
towards the door.
"Hey, I've got an idea, go into the shower!" said Rebecca. "Nikki,
you come as well, this is fun!" she giggled, rising in the water.
Bubbly rivulets of water ran from her shoulders and over her breasts
as she made her way to the shower, opening the door for the others.
She turned the water on as Nikki shut the door, walking underneath
the stream when she was confident that the temperature was stable.
"Come on, under here with me!" said Rebecca, beaming.
"But I want to go to the toilet, not have a shower!" moaned Lauren,
now clearly in desperate need.
"Do it here, with me"
Nikki seemed to understand what Rebecca was proposing and sat
down on the floor of the shower, well away from the water flow, and
watched her friend slowly walk under the shower. The two naked
girls stood in the hot stream, Rebecca with her arms around Lauren's
firm bottom, pulling her close against her.
"Thanks for coming today, I hope you find it fun." she said, leaning
down and gently kissing her forehead.
"That's OK. I really need to pee, though."
"Just relax and do it, go on"
Rebecca pulled at the cheeks of Lauren's bottom as she looked down
at the little girls breasts squashed against her own. Their hair was
now soaked and matted as their bodies pressed together. Lauren tried
hard to relax but found it was so contrary to her thirteen years of
domestic education. She glanced over at Nikki who was slumped in
the corner, running her hand over her vagina with her eyes closed,
one leg bent against the wall, the other straight out over the floor. She
could clearly see her enlarged clitoris poking out between her lips,
covered with the wisps of blonde pubic hair. As she recalled their
previous evening, Lauren realised that she was on the verge of
pissing. She turned back to Rebecca and looked into her eyes. The
hot liquid gushed from inside her, dribbling down between their
bodies as Lauren felt it on her thighs and then over her feet. She felt
embarrassed as she looked at Rebecca, grimacing as though she
expected a reprimand.
"That's it, let it all go" whispered Rebecca as she clutched her
bottom even harder. Lauren then felt another stream and realised that
it was Rebecca who was also pissing, neither girl caring where it
went as the shower washed over their heads. As they finished, Lauren
turned back to Nikki, amazed to see that she had parted her pussy
lips with her left hand and raised her bottom slightly off the floor.
Lauren nudged Rebecca, pointing to her little friend in the corner, just
in time to see Nikki shoot out a stream of piss towards them both.
Rebecca quickly sat down in the path of the hot jet, allowing it to hit
her legs and swollen pussy lips while Lauren gawked open-mouthed
under the warm shower. As the stream died away, a grin appeared
across Nikki's face as she opened her eyes and looked at Rebecca
with her usual wicked expression.
"I think I understand what they mean about today" said Nikki, getting
to her feet "There are really no rules. You can do whatever you want
down here. Nobody will object! That's so good!".
"Yeah, you're right. Like they said, you can wreck the place if you
want. Just be ready at four o'clock to leave." added Rebecca.
"Do you think so? They must mind about something." Lauren had
some difficulty believing in a concept of no responsibility and no
blame. Her upbringing had been less liberal than the other two girls,
and it was a larger leap of faith to give up all her inbred values.
"They mind about nothing. And while we're down here, nobody will
ever know what we do. Now that's what I call a good time! God, I
wish we had some men down here!" said Rebecca, rinsing off under
the hot shower.
They left the shower running, not caring about the waste of water,
and giggled as they returned to the Jacuzzi. Rebecca pressed the
recessed button to start the jets and they all slid into the wonderful
tub. Lauren and Rebecca had never been in one before, although
Nikki had used one at her father's hotel when the honeymoon suite
was vacant. It took very little time for Lauren and Rebecca to realise
that there was much fun to be had in sitting close to the strong jets of
water, ensuring that they were aimed between their legs and just
sitting as the sensation built up inside them.
"We'd better get on with this shaving" said Rebecca after a few
minutes, leaving the tub to look around the washbasin for the razors.
She found them tucked away in the medicine cabinet, along with
some shaving foam, a clean towel and a flannel. "Now, I'm not sure
where we should do this"
"Just lie down here" suggested Nikki.
"No, why not think of the least likely place, somewhere that would
be really messy and stupid normally!" said Lauren, pleased with her
suggestion.
"Great idea, what about the kitchen table?" asked Nikki
"No. I know, the lounge, on the sofa! Sod the mess, let's just do it!"
giggled Lauren, already standing.
"And no clothes! Leave the dressing gowns here! Come on" said
Rebecca, dripping along the carpet after Lauren, past the bedroom
and through the big double doors into the lounge. By the time Nikki
arrived, Rebecca was already laying back on the sofa at the right-
hand end, sliding down so that her bottom was just over the edge.
She had her legs together, confident in the knowledge that she would
be able to give the two little girls plenty of room to do their work.
"Hey you two!" said Nikki, "Watch this!" Nikki took the remote for
the TV and video, and eventually pushed the right buttons to start the
film and turn on the TV. Immediately, the blonde girl was back on the
screen, presenting her bottom to the camera and a waiting boy whose
cock jutted out proudly from between his legs. The film appeared to
have been shot outdoors, possibly in someone's back garden, the
green grass providing a vivid background to the slightly tanned limbs
of the two stars. Between her legs was a perfect view of her swollen
lips, a hint of pure blonde hair and the sexiest, shapeliest legs. The
young boy was more than ready, and took his cock in his hand,
rubbing back and forth to expose the great purple bulb from under the
foreskin.
"Oh wow, what doesn't this place have?" said Lauren.
"Please, get rid of this hair now before I go crazy!" pleaded Rebecca,
shaking the can of shaving cream, opening her legs more than she
realised as she watched the film and absently handed the can to
Lauren. Eventually, tearing her eyes away from the screen for less
than a second, Lauren took it from her and shook it as well, giggling
and clearly enjoying every moment of her bridesmaids duties. She
then stood in front of Rebecca, shaking the can for much longer than
necessary, while she both hatched a plan and allowed Rebecca to
take a good look at her lightly haired pussy and her budding clitoris.
When she was ready, she made sure Rebecca's legs were together
and pulled her further off the sofa. She then straddled her legs, sitting
facing her with her bottom on Rebecca's knees. She raised her hips
slightly so that Rebecca again had a perfect view of the deep valley
between her pussy lips, and pushed the button on the can, releasing
foam into Rebecca's lap. With her legs together, little got as far as
her pussy, until Lauren pushed her hand between Rebecca's legs and
smoothed the cream further down. As she pulled her hand out, she
rubbed her hand between her own legs, soaping herself and touching
off the start of the wonderful, sensuous climb to orgasm. Lauren
repeatedly pushed her hand between Rebecca's legs, adding more
and more foam as the cushions started to get slippery. Rebecca had
closed her eyes long ago, content with the feeling of the young girl's
hand slipping gently between her legs. Lauren stood and swung off
Rebecca, gesturing Nikki to help her keep Rebecca on the sofa while
she raised her legs, her knees then touching her ample breasts.
Lauren took the can and held it against Rebecca's swollen pussy lips,
squeezing the button to release more cream over her clitoris and
ensuring that even more landed over her anus. She put the can down,
checked that Nikki had hold of her, and pushed her finger straight
into her anus, causing Rebecca to open her mouth wide, silently
forming unknown words as the shock and pleasure hit her. Lauren
made sure that the foam was spread around properly and then
indicated to Nikki that she should bring her feet back onto the floor.
It was then that Lauren remembered their last encounter, and
Rebecca's fantasy that she had enacted with her brother, Stefan.
Nikki ran her finger around the older girl's clitoris while Lauren
disappeared into the bedroom, it being unclear whether Rebecca
knew she had gone or not. However, she was fully aware that she had
returned when Lauren pulled her to her feet and guided her over to
the coffee table. With a sweep of her arm, Lauren pushed aside the
fruit bowl and ornaments, clearing a space for Rebecca to lie down.
"God, it's cold!" exclaimed Rebecca, now flat her back, her hair
speckled with white foam.
Lauren took a pair of stockings and tied her feet to alternate legs of
the coffee table spreading her legs wide and ensuring that her bottom
was clear of the edge of the table. Lauren was pleased with the result,
sure that she could have shaved around her bottom if it had been
necessary. She then tied one end of a stocking around her neck and
fastened the other end again to the leg of the coffee table by her head.
With the greatest of pleasure, Lauren looked along the length of the
ginger-haired girl, pleased with the way her breasts lay almost flat
against her chest while her nipples poked straight up into the air. She
pushed Rebecca's legs far apart, spreading once again the foam over
her vagina, making sure everywhere was covered.
"Right, here we go. Don't move or we'll pull it tighter!" said Lauren,
surprised by the forcefulness of her own voice. Nikki looked at her
with raised eyebrows, taking hold of the razor with a smile and
placing her left hand on Rebecca's left thigh. Starting at the left hand
side of her pubic hair, about two inches from her clitoris, Nikki cut a
swathe through the white foam to reveal unblemished pink skin, and
one or two freckles. She shaved again, this time moving closer to the
spread pussy lips whose shape was just visible through the bubbles.
"Oh, please be careful! Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
asked Rebecca, straining against the stocking round her neck, trying
to see what was happening between her legs.
End of Chapter 24a
Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (24b/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 23 Jul 1997 14:52:27 GMT
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Lauren Gisal
****Warning - Disclaimer for your protection ****
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by some people in that graphic scenes are described of sexual
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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
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on the understanding that it is not for financial gain and it is
credited to the author, Francis Dashwood.
Chapter 24b
"Relax, I did this to Lauren, and she survived!" said Nikki, cutting a
third time. She wiped the razor on the flannel and continued gently,
edging closer to the centre of her sex. Lauren could see more of her
inner lips now, and was herself quite wet just watching the multiple
folds of skin appear from underneath the foam as Nikki went to work.
She thought that in all honesty Nikki was pretty good at shaving. She
debated whether to sit behind Nikki and play with her, or go and sit
with Rebecca. Deciding that playing with Nikki might result in a
slight distraction, she walked round to Rebecca's head and sat down
behind her, taking her head in her hands and massaging her neck.
Rebecca leaned back as far as she could, her head bent over the edge
of the table, and offered her open mouth to Lauren which was quickly
filled with Lauren's right breast. Lauren looked at the wonderful sight
down from her mouth, over her breasts and then between her legs,
watching Nikki shaving carefully, her head bobbing up and down as
she guided the razor around Rebecca's most delicate of areas. She
had an urge to do something different, irrational, even outrageous, but
had no idea what it was. She thought that she could stand over
Rebecca and just piss on her. It was something like that but
something more outrageous. Her thoughts wandered off quickly onto
Kristal and then Jim, her desire to offend and shock disappearing as
her man re-entered her dreams. She wondered what he was doing
now. It must have been about ten o'clock, she thought and assumed
he would be out of bed. He had said he was visiting relatives that
morning, so perhaps he was traveling.
"There, that's it" said Nikki, wiping between Rebecca's legs very
gently with the flannel.
"What you should do is run some warm water onto the flannel and
wash again, making sure that it doesn't sting. Then Nikki can see if
there are any more little hairs to shave off." said Lauren, an authority
on the subject.
"OK, let me up and I'll go to the bathroom" said Rebecca, again
trying to raise hr head.
"Better idea. I'll wash you there, won't be a minute" said Nikki,
running off.
Lauren took Rebecca's head in her hands and kissed her on the lips.
It felt strange upside down, but certainly not unpleasant. "I want to
look" said Lauren, straddling her head and leaning over so that
Rebecca had a close-up view of her pussy as she supported herself on
the table. "It looks beautiful, I could eat it!" said Lauren. Nikki
returned with the flannel dripping a trail of water. She slopped it onto
Rebecca's thighs and proceeded to wipe away the last of the soap,
pushing a corner in between her swollen lips to make sure all the
soap had gone. She patted her skin with the soft white towel and
ensured she was dry all over.
"God, I'm so randy!" said Rebecca.
"Too bad, you're staying there for a while. We're going to watch the
film!" said Nikki. She flicked the volume control up higher so that the
moans and groans from the blonde girl filled the room. Rebecca could
just see the action by turning her head to the right. When she looked
fully to the left, she could see Lauren and Nikki sitting together on the
sofa, cuddling.
"Oh, come on, that's not fair. You've got to help me!" she wailed.
"Shall we help her?" asked Lauren, casually.
"Well, I don't know, has she been a good girl?" asked Nikki.
"Let's find out if she's a good girl" said Lauren, sliding off the sofa
to crouch in front of Rebecca. She opened her legs, allowing Nikki to
join her, and they began to lick at her newly-shaved pussy. It was a
delight for all three of them. For Rebecca, the effect of two young
teenage girls' tongues on her clitoris sent her wild. And for Lauren
and Nikki, the squeaky clean smell of the soap with the musky scent
of Rebecca was heaven. Their tongues probed, each with it's own
ideas, as they fought over her clitoris and battled for the chance to
delve deeply into her treasure trove. Realising that they were banging
into each other too frequently, Lauren settled underneath the table
and licked Rebecca's brown hole, while Nikki continued to lick her
vagina, the lips widely-spread and began to explore deeply inside her.
Rebecca strained against the stockings that held her limbs, fighting
her bonds but relishing the feeling of being captive to the two
youngsters. Lauren felt her anus contracting around her tongue, and
brought her finger into play, alternating between finger and tongue as
she worked with Nikki to bring her to orgasm. Nikki was aware of
the bubbling and increased activity inside the girl and probed deeper
with her tongue as she rubbed the pink bud with her left hand. She
could see Lauren's tongue lapping below her and increased her own
actions in time with Lauren. Rebecca started to shake, gently at first
as though she was cold, and then almost violently as she milked the
sensations, pushing way over the edge and shooting her up into the
land of trembling orgasm, leaving her shaking and floating up there
while the girls both inserted their fingers into her, ensuring that she
was both speechless and incapable of movement for almost a minute.
Nikki watched fascinated, then looked down at Lauren with concern
on her face. Lauren shuffled out from under the table and looked at
Rebecca's face, a picture of happiness and calm as she began to
relax. Finally, they heard a breath from inside her, and then an
enormous exhalation as she came back to earth.
"Did you come?" asked Nikki smiling.
"You've got to untie me, please!" cried Rebecca.
Lauren loosed off the stockings and Rebecca rolled off the table and
onto the floor. She curled up like a young child on the thick yellow
carpet and purred contentedly. Nikki sat down on the edge of the
table, facing Rebecca while Lauren leaned on her shoulder, giving
Nikki the opportunity to run her hand between Lauren's legs and hug
her closely. They cuddled for a couple of minutes, watching
Rebecca's regular breathing, while their hearts beat faster and faster
as Nikki explored between Lauren's legs.
"Mmm, let's go back into the Jacuzzi!" said Lauren, pulling Nikki's
head against her hip. "Actually, I've got another idea. Let's see if
there's any wine in the fridge. Maybe we could have a party in the
bathroom!" said Lauren. Nikki squeezed her and released her, letting
her hand trail between her legs as Lauren walked away into the
kitchen. She opened the fridge, giggling in delight as she spotted the
dark green champagne bottle lurking to the left of the lettuce. Lauren
undid the foil carefully, not quite sure how to open the bottle in the
proper manner, but sensible enough to point the cork in the direction
of the door. She walked slowly out of the kitchen as she undid the
wire retainer, her excitement bubbling inside as she removed it and
started to push the cork slowly out of the bottle. Nikki was still
looking down at Rebecca, unaware of her presence, until, of course,
the cork shot out of the bottle and ricocheted off the wall. Nikki
jumped instantly, turning just in time to see a stream of champagne
heading in her direction. It hit her, bouncing off her chest and down
onto Rebecca's legs.
"Hey, you scared me. Where the hell did you get that?" asked Nikki,
dripping wet.
"In the fridge, want some more?" giggled Lauren, kneeling beside
Rebecca. She looked up at Nikki, watching the drips of wine forming
on her nipples, falling onto her stomach below to join those flowing
freely between her young breasts.
"Yeah, OK, got any glasses?" asked Nikki.
"No, just drink from the bottle!" said Lauren, showing her how. As
she tipped the bottle back, it spurted out from between her lips,
covering her chest and legs. She choked on a mouthful, laughing,
determined to soak up the luxury that the underground refuge had to
offer. She tipped a little on Rebecca, causing her to flinch as the cold,
golden liquid flowed over her hips and out of sight between her
thighs, resting no doubt on the exquisite carpet. Rebecca rolled onto
her back, her face like the Cheshire Cat, as she smiled languidly at
her young friends. She held out her hand to take the bottle, and
propped herself up on her elbow to take a long swig.
"That's nice. Where are all the dressing gowns? I feel a bit cold, don't
you?" asked Rebecca to nobody in particular.
"I'll get them, then I want to watch a bit more of the film. I only saw
a couple of minutes where the girl was about to get laid by the boy
with the big cock!" said Nikki. She walked off towards the bathroom,
stopping on the way to get three crystal glasses from the kitchen.
When she returned, Lauren and Rebecca were cuddled up on the
sofa, watching the young blonde girl kneeling in doggy-style in her
garden, parting her pussy lips with her left hand as the boy pressed
against her wet tunnel. A thick river of cum flowed from inside her,
dripping down her left leg as the boy wiped his rigid cock around her
little pink bottom, spreading the sticky liquid in preparation, it
seemed, for a second, tighter entrance.
"Oh yes, this is amazing!" said Nikki, sitting on the right-hand side of
Rebecca, while Lauren sat on her left. The boy probed gently but
firmly, pushing further each time as she yielded to his desires.
Rebecca felt Nikki squirming against her and pushed her hand
underneath her bottom, pulling her closer and bringing her little hole
within range of her middle finger. Nikki realised what was on offer
and gladly accepted, sitting up slightly and turning further towards
Rebecca.
"Do you like this?" asked Rebecca, her finger entering less than half
an inch into her bottom.
"Oh yes, slowly" said Nikki, now leaning on her shoulder so that
Rebecca could reach more easily. Lauren watched them, noticing
Nikki licking Rebecca's right nipple like a baby as she surrendered to
the stiff finger inside her. Lauren took her head and pulled her across
Rebecca's lap. Rebecca spread her own legs to support Nikki, and
then pushed Nikki's legs apart. Nikki turned towards the television,
watching the swollen head of the boy's cock disappear inside the
beautiful young blonde. The further he went in it seemed, the more
cum squeezed out of her, making Nikki think that more than one
person had had the pleasure of the girl's body in the earlier part of the
film that they had missed. Rebecca eased Nikki's thighs apart, then
pulled her closer to her body. Nikki's head rested gently now on
Lauren's lap, as Rebecca parted the firm cheeks of her bottom with
her left hand and found her anus with her right. She reached across to
the coffee table and took the champagne bottle. Taking a quick gulp,
she offered it to Lauren, who did the same, and then let a little dribble
from the bottle over Nikki's face and into her mouth. Finally, she
sloshed some over her bottom, put the bottle down on the table and
spread the liquid over her thighs and pouting pussy lips.
Rebecca ran her finger around the little girl's anus in ever-decreasing
circles, homing in on the sensitive spot, absolutely sure that Nikki
was pleading for penetration as the taught muscular rings contracted
every time her finger approached and then relaxed, offering entry.
Lauren opened her legs slightly, allowing Nikki an unrestricted view
of her little pussy and the swollen clitoris that had received little
attention that morning. She pulled her head towards her warm pussy
lips, smiling as Nikki's tongue probed as deeply as it could in the
position she was in. Lauren watched the film, nudging Rebecca as the
young blonde girl lay on a bed, busily removing the clothes of another
blonde girl, their breasts touching as she pulled down her tiny white
lace knickers to reveal a tuft of lightly-coloured hair. Nikki sensed the
interest in the film, principally because Rebecca had stopped
exploring her bottom and had her finger lodged halfway inside her
tight little passageway. She turned towards the television, watching
the two blondes kissing, their hands running over each others breasts
as their passion increased. Nikki decided that Rebecca had lost
interest in their petting for the moment, and turned onto her side to
watch the video, taking a quick swig from the champagne as she
settled down across their laps.
Lauren took the bottle from Nikki's hand. She shared the remainder
of the contents with Rebecca, belching loudly while the two girls
giggled at each other. Lauren up-ended the bottle, dripping the very
last of the wine over Nikki. She dropped the bottle casually onto the
carpet, watching it roll across the floor.
"Come on, lick her for God's sake you tart!" shouted Lauren at the
television as the two blondes kissed. Rebecca turned to watch
Lauren, frowning at her antics and somewhat surprised at her
outburst.
"Hey, let's get back in the Jacuzzi, I'm getting cold" suggested
Rebecca. "I need to do my legs and under my arms. And we can read
about the order of service, that should be interesting!"
"Yeah, come one, these films are all the same. They just make you
want more." said Nikki, getting to her feet.
The three naked girls walked out of the lounge and headed for the
water. Rebecca led the way with the red leather book, Lauren and
Nikki watching her cute bottom twitching as she walked, her rounded
features enticing to the two younger girls. Lauren could feel the
excitement of the day and the effect of the champagne combining to
make little fluttering feelings inside her as she watched Rebecca now
bending over the water, turning on the hot tap. While the water
splashed into the tub, Rebecca found another new razor and fetched
the shaving cream from the lounge.
"I can do this myself. You two get into the water and get warm again.
Then I've got a treat as my way of saying thank you for being my
bridesmaids!"
"What is it?" asked Lauren.
"Ah ha, you'll just have to wait." replied Rebecca, squeezing foam
over her legs. She sat down on the side of the Jacuzzi and ran the
razor up each leg, feeling herself after each stroke to ensure that she
was doing some good. She didn't bother with foam under her arms,
and shaved them with the residue that had collected around the razor
head. The whole process took less than two minutes, just enough time
for the water to warm up and for Lauren and Nikki to settle down.
"OK, wait here. I'll be about five minutes, then I'll be back to amuse
you both. Try and wash each other nicely." She pulled on her
dressing gown and headed for the bedroom. Lauren slid down into
the hot water, allowing it to lap under her chin. "I need to go to the
toilet again" she said, looking at Nikki.
"Well, just stand on the ledge and aim it over there, just not in here,
thank you!" said Nikki.
"I know" said Lauren, clambering over the ledge. She lay down on
the tiled floor with her legs pulled up against her chest. After ten
seconds or so, a small fountain of piss shot from between her legs,
falling back onto her stomach and running over the floor. She
screwed her eyes up tightly, grinning a little as she imagined what she
looked like.
"Oh, Lori, you dirty bitch!" shouted Nikki, amused more by the
abandon that Lauren was showing after the glasses of champagne.
"I love the feeling. It's just so, sort of...free and easy!"
"Come back in here and I'll clean you up"
"Nik, I really want to get laid. I need Jim now. Inside me. Hard!"
"You'll just have to wait. Maybe Rebecca and I can help you out?"
"Yeah. I wonder what she's up to?"
"Don't know. Get back in."
Lauren slid back into the water, pleased with the hot soapy water as it
enveloped her body and warmed her. Nikki stood up and began
soaping herself down, rubbing her breasts fondly as she played with
the nipples. Lauren joined in, standing on the ledge to soap herself
completely, then again returning to the water to rinse off.
"What about your bottom, then?" asked Nikki
"I can't reach." lied Lauren. "Help me?"
Lauren lay on her stomach over the ledge of the Jacuzzi so that her
bottom was just out of the water. Nikki soaped her fingers and
covered the cheeks of Lauren's bottom, edging her hands slowly
between her legs as she cleaned her pussy. Parting her legs a little to
make sure she left nowhere unwashed, Nikki pushed her middle
finger into Lauren's tight anus, making Lauren groan delightedly as
she explored the dark passageway. She pulled her finger out, rinsed it
in the water, and pushed in again, ensuring each time that there was
plenty of soap to grease her entry. Lauren rolled over onto her back,
making sure that Nikki remained between her legs. She wrapped her
feet around Nikki's back and pulled her nearer, hugging her.
"You're so sweet" said Lauren. Nikki pulled Lauren close so that her
head rested against her rounded little breasts. They remained in their
embrace for several moments until Lauren let go and ushered Nikki to
lie on the edge of the Jacuzzi in her place.
Lauren then returned the favour, pleased to push her finger into her
friends tight cavern as Rebecca had done earlier. She was toying
with Nikki's clitoris and pussy lips when they heard the door swing
open. Lauren turned to see Rebecca standing in the doorway.
She now wore her dressing gown, but had clearly been up to
something from the smile on her face. She walked slowly towards the
Jacuzzi and mounted the steps. Pausing at the top, she waited until
both girls were watching her, then pulled the cord that held her gown
together. It fell open to reveal Rebecca dressed in a sexy black bra,
with black stockings and suspenders. Where her knickers should have
been, there was simply hairless pink skin and the parted lips of her
pussy, the classic feminine shape between her legs clearly visible to
the girls as they watched below her. Rebecca pulled the robe aside
and placed her hands on her hips.
"OK, both of you, in the bedroom!" she said sternly.
The smiles disappeared from their faces as they looked at each other
and climbed out of the tub.
"No need for towels, just get onto the bed!" said Rebecca, following
them through the door to the bedroom. Lauren and Nikki clambered
onto the bed and sat with their backs against the pillows, waiting for
the next command.
"Spread your legs, both of you!" ordered Rebecca, climbing onto the
bed and kneeling in front of the girls. She looked between Lauren's
legs, parting her thighs slightly to get a better view. Then she moved
to Nikki, doing the same and looking closely at her pouting pussy.
"OK, Nikki, you look like you need it most. Lie down and wait for
me!" Rebecca retrieved the strap-on dildo from the drawer and knelt
again in front of Nikki, buckling up the device flamboyantly as the
two younger girls watched, open-mouthed. "OK, Lauren, take this oil
and lubricate us both." Lauren poured the Baby Oil over the long
dildo and rubbed it carefully, feeling the rugged contours of the shaft
between her fingers. She tipped a little over Nikki's vagina, rubbing it
generously into her gaping slit. "Lauren, hold her pussy apart and
guide me in!" said Rebecca, taking up a position between Nikki's
legs.
Rebecca eased forward, bringing the tip of the phallus into contact
with Nikki's pink lips, causing her to arch her back in anticipation of
the inevitable thrust. Lauren moved to the right-hand side of her little
friend, bringing her right hand under her leg so that she could use
both hands to hold her young pussy wide open for the thick cock that
was hovering at her entrance. Rebecca braced herself with her hands
either side of Nikki's body, arms straight, and pushed into her, not
stopping even when Nikki issued a cry. She continued until their
bodies met, Nikki now with seven inches of thick shaft inside her,
two more than she had experienced with Mike. A look on disbelief
was slowly changed into one of simpering pleasure as Rebecca
slowly withdrew. Lauren took her hands away and rested her head
just above Nikki's pubic hair, able there to watch her two friends
engaged in their pas de deux of eroticism. She inspected the device
between Rebecca's legs, noticing how tightly the straps had been
fastened, Rebecca's thighs bulging either side of the coarse leather as
she powered into her target. Occasionally, she caught a glimpse of
Rebecca's pussy lips, the clitoris proudly present, poking between the
slippery sex lips that Lauren would willingly have licked again if
asked. The black stockings were masterly, an erotic statement of
power and seduction that caused butterflies to flutter in her stomach.
Nikki raised her legs so that her feet floated above the bed while her
hands gripped the bedspread as though she feared falling off. As the
strokes continued, her legs wrapped around Rebecca's back until her
feet interlocked and held the provider of her approaching orgasm in
place. Rebecca's face was hot, beads of perspiration forming on her
forehead as she pumped away, her rhythm building in strength and
speed as the muscles in her back showed beneath her pale skin. Nikki
bucked in time with Rebecca, giving the impression that the two girls
were adept lovers, putting on a show for a new recruit. As Nikki's
breathing became heavier, so her legs tightened around Rebecca,
controlling her movement, until Nikki squeezed with all her might,
her leg muscles bulging under the force of the demands made to pull
every last inch into her vagina to push her over the edge. She
screamed loudly as she pulled Rebecca towards her, grabbing her
head and demanding that their lips met in a forceful embrace which
lasted less than a second as Nikki threw her arms around Rebecca's
neck and pulled her flat against her young body. Rebecca's breasts
squashed out of the black bra, moving slowly as Nikki shuddered
underneath the redhead, sobbing and jerking as the orgasm continued
to course through her like a steam-train.
End of Chapter 24b
Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (24c/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 23 Jul 1997 14:51:53 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 24c
They remained locked together for several minutes. Lauren sat
beside them feeling somewhat on the periphery, thinking though to
herself that she fully expected to see blood on the sheets after the
penetration of such a little girl by such a massive device. She
certainly knew that she would have been unable to take the whole
of it, and was surprised that Nikki had reached orgasm, given the
probable concerns that she would have had at the beginning. Her
thoughts turned back to the encounter she had with her two
classmates in the showers just before the end of term, and how
surprised she had been to see them engaged in their activity.
Indeed, she had found it alarming as well as intriguing, never for a
moment realising the wanton pleasure that was waiting to be
unleashed. Her naivaity made her smile. In those short summer
months, she had explored so much. She had explored so many as
well, she thought, grinning widely as she looked down at Nikki's
sweat-covered forehead. With the greatest of pleasure, she realised
that she would now be able to join that elite class of "those who
have done it" and hold meaningful conversations with her peers,
rather than listen in silence as others bragged of boys and
questionable conquests.
Finally, Rebecca raised herself back up, withdrawing slowly so as to
make the end of their love-making as pleasant as possible. Nikki
sighed and rolled over to face Lauren. She opened her eyes and
looked up, smiling slightly through her matted blonde hair.
"I can't walk. Ever again!" she said, looking at Lauren. "Hey" she
said, turning to Rebecca, "Let me see you before you take that off.
I just need to be able to remember it!" Rebecca stood on the bed
above her, the big cock wobbling between the stockings and
suspenders. Nikki looked up appreciatively. "You look fabulous!"
she said, shaking her head slightly.
"And you are very sexy. Both of you!" said Rebecca, kneeling
again.
"Let's have lunch, then a little sleep" suggested Lauren, even
though she would have loved to have been entertained in the same
manner and knew that the sheer desire that had been building up
inside her all morning was unlikely to subside before she had
orgasmed. She watched as Rebecca undid the buckles of the device
and let it fall to the floor. "We'll call you when it's ready" said
Lauren, throwing a dressing gown over Nikki as she left the room.
Lauren and Rebecca managed to create a green salad between
themselves and found some smoked salmon and other cold meats in
the `fridge. Rebecca boiled some wild rice and served the meal on
the kitchen table while Lauren dragged Nikki off the bed. Lauren
decided that she preferred to watch the remainder of the film, and
so all three girls carried their lunches through to the lounge. Using
the large coffee table that had previously supported Rebecca , they
sat cross- legged on the thick carpet in their dressing gowns and
watched the second of the films that had been provided, "Lisa
Learns to Love". The film appeared to have been made many years
ago, judging by the flared trousers and poor quality colour, but the
plot was easy to follow.
Lisa appeared to be about twenty-five, an unlikely virgin as she was
portrayed in the film. However, she acted very innocently while she
baby-sat a teenage boy and his beautiful sister who had long black
hair. The boy and girl sat in front of a roaring fire, watching
television. The two naughty youngsters whispered to each other as
they slowly unfolded their plan. The boy, Damon, relaxed as his
sister positioned herself so that the baby-sitter, Lisa, could see up
her white skirt when she pulled her leg against her chest.
There was clearly nothing erotic on the television, but even so the
young girl decided to rub her pussy with the palm of her hand
through her white knickers. Lisa was clearly annoyed, and became
furious as the boy and girl moved closer to each other, he touching
her breasts through her blouse. She helped him undo the buttons,
her lacy white bra evident underneath her clothing that held back
her ample, tanned breasts. As the boy took off his sister's blouse,
her classic full breasts filled the screen, their nipples poking upward,
just asking to be licked. Her flat stomach led to a single button that
appeared to hold her little skirt in place. The baby-sitter's demeanor
mellowed into curiosity as the two youngsters fondled each other,
and her eyes bulged (as Lauren's did) when Damon's sister asked
him to stand up so that she could relieve him of his tight blue jeans.
Beneath his underpants was the familiar bulge of an erect cock, the
head pushing rudely out over the top of his underpants.
"Oh God, that's amazing! Oh, I really need some now!" shrieked
Lauren, staring goggled-eyed at the screen.
"Oh, now that is big" said Rebecca, her forkful of food between
plate and mouth as the whole of Damon came into view. Nikki just
watched and stared, shaking her head slightly, thinking the same in
addition to her wishes of having a body like the young girl in the
film.
The girl sank to the floor without taking her eyes of her brother's
big tool, and didn't seem to notice Lisa stripping at her side before
sitting down to help Damon with his sister's skirt. The little girl
raised her bottom, allowing Lisa to take it off leaving only her tiny
white knickers. All the while, she had her eyes on her brother's
bulging cock, her mouth now slightly open as the boy played with
the foreskin, taking it between his fingers and slowly moving the
skin up and down. The little girl suggested that Lisa should watch
her, and beckoned her brother to the sofa. She sat on the edge of
the seat as Damon stood in front of her. Pushing his hands away,
she took his cock, and licked the great bulb with her tongue, slowly
introducing it into her mouth so that it pressed against her cheek,
creating a moving bulge as she sucked. She used her other hand to
investigate his balls, pulling at them as he swelled inside her mouth.
Lauren had stopped eating and noticed her hand had found it's way
down between her legs. She pulled at the cord of her dressing
gown, allowing herself greater access to her hot little pussy. She
leaned back against the sofa, still cross-legged, and rubbed her erect
clitoris, producing an instant reaction that seem to gather up all the
arousal of the morning and put her half-way to her own orgasm
already. She closed her eyes, peeking now and again to make sure
that she didn't miss any of the more erotic scenes.
The baby-sitter laid down on the floor and spread her legs while she
directed the young girl to sit beside her. Her brother expertly took
his position between the baby-sitter's legs and entered her. His long
shaft pumped into her while his sister toyed with Lisa's large
breasts. The girl's embraced passionately, Damon's sister leaning
over Lisa so that her hair brushed over her nipples. They changed
positions so that Lisa sat once again on the sofa with her legs wide
apart. Damon sister lapped at her wet pussy as she pushed her
hands underneath her bottom cheeks. Damon took her from behind
forcefully, the sofa preventing any respite from his onslaught.
Lauren saw his cock pounding into the pretty little girl, her inner
lips following the cock as it withdrew, the lubrication causing his
tool to shine. His sister continued to lick around Lisa's lips as her
thumb found it's way into her anus. The additional sensation pushed
her over the edge, and she came just as Damon withdrew from his
young sister, pumping his seed into her black hair, then over her
shoulders, and finally between the cheeks of her bottom. As the
spurts subsided he pushed himself back inside, lying on his sisters
back and caressing her ears with his tongue.
As he rested, Lisa emerged from her position and knelt on the sofa.
Damon withdrew and turned his sister over. Lisa took her legs and
pulled back to expose her pussy, now dripping with her brother's
cum. The camera zoomed in to give a full-screen shot of her pussy
and his cock resting just at the entrance. His cock was still half-
erect as he scooped up the white fluid and spread it around her
anus. He pushed his index finger harshly inside her anus, causing
her legs to buck as she prepared her for another invasion. Lisa held
tightly to the young girls thighs as Damon positioned himself to
dive into her anal passage. Guided by his sister's hand, he slowly
penetrated her arse, pausing only once before his balls banged
against the cheeks of her bottom. Once again, his movements
started slowly, gathering speed as it became easier to penetrate the
black hole, until Lisa bucked wildly and almost threw him against
the sofa with the power of her orgasm.
Lauren had enjoyed seeing them both come, especially watching the
white liquid shooting from the end of his massive cock. She
considered that there must have been that much inside her on the
two occasions when Jim had made love to her. Her thoughts again
returned to him, and how much she missed him. She stopped
playing with herself, and pulled her dressing gown around her as if
she felt a draft.
"I'm going to get a little sleep. It's only twelve thirty, so we could
sleep `till two and still have time to do your hair and get dressed."
said Lauren. They agreed, and made their way to the master
bedroom and the king size bed. Rebecca curled up in the middle
and Lauren checked the alarm that Nikki had set, turned off the
light and snuggled down for some much needed sleep.
End of Chapter 24c
Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (25/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 20 Jul 1997 18:03:17 GMT
--------
Lauren Gisal
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 25
Sunday 30th August, 4pm
Maurice Gisal had spent the majority of the afternoon in the lounge. He had
been having a quick snooze if anyone had asked, although Daniele knew that
he would sleep for hours if left alone. When the children were young, a
snooze on the sofa was a luxury, and in those days they had rarely needed
it. But now with the children older, it still seemed a little naughty, but
a quick sleep after lunch certainly had a fortifying effect. He usually
read a book for a while until his eyelids grew heavy, and then shut his
eyes with the book on his stomach. He was reposed this way when the
telephone bell jarred him out of his dream and back to reality. Daniele
tried to answer the phone before he awoke, but to no avail.
"Hello, Gisal residence"
Maurice squinted while his eyes adjusted to the light. He sat up on the
sofa, swinging his legs onto the floor.
"AnneMarie! How are you. How was the honeymoon?" He exchanged several
grunts while he obviously listened to her news, his smile broadening as she
told him of the wonderful time they had spent abroad. "Yes, I know, Lauren
told us all about it. She said she had a great day, and that you looked so
pretty....No, she's out at the moment, can I give her a message?" Maurice
stared blankly at the wall as he listened. "To me? Oh OK, what can I do for
you?"
The smile vanished from his lips.
"What's wrong, dear?" asked Daniele. Her husband shook his head, raising
his hand to silence her.
"Look, I've known you a long time, and you've known her just as long. If
this is some kind of joke, I find it in the poorest of taste!" her said
sternly, frowning at the carpet. "I'm sorry, I just don't believe that
Lauren would do such a thing. This is ridiculous, for Christsakes, she's
only thirteen!" His face grew red and his breathing shortened as he
listened to the unfolding story.
"What is it Maurice, what's happened. Tell me!" shouted Daniele, tugging
his arm.
"Just a minute!" he said into the phone, covering the mouthpiece. "It's
AnneMarie. She says that ... Hey, did you know that she used to live with a
woman. I mean, really live with, like husband and wife?"
"No, I didn't"
"Well, just before her wedding, they had a reunion of some of her past
friends, and someone - she says - had some photos of Lauren naked!"
"Oh. That's stupid!" she said, smiling as though he had made a joke. "I
can't believe it. It's obviously a mistake, Maurice."
"Annemarie, where are these photos?" His eyes darted around the room as she
responded, his face growing paler now as the facts began to mount and tip
the scales from `unlikely' to `plausible'. "Yes, she's been seeing him for
a few weeks now. You don't mean...I thought he was too good to be true." He
paused again, listening to Annemarie. Daniele tried to get Maurice to let
go of the phone so that she could talk. "You say that, but I'm not so sure.
He may be a victim but if he's in the pictures, then he's bloody guilty.
I'll have the little bastard in court tomorrow."
"Maurice, please, let me talk to her!" she said, taking the phone. She
listened for several minutes while Maurice fumed quietly, walking up and
down the lounge, the look on his face changing every time she spoke as he
tried to catch any inference from his wife's questioning that might give
him some hope that there had been a terrible mistake.
Eventually, after some quiet questions and much nodding, Daniele signed
off, her eyes filling with tears.
"Well?" asked Maurice.
"She's in trouble, I think. Not just these photos, I think there's more.
Annemarie said that Kristal was also at this reunion in the hotel, with her
new girlfriend, and they stayed the night." Daniele reached for a tissue to
dab her eyes. "But Lauren wasn't at this reunion, was she?"
"No, but she was discussed. Seems she's been doing some modeling, for
money, and it's gone a bit too far"
"This is all unbelievable. Our little girl, showing her body off for money.
Where the hell did she learn how to do that? Eh? Where is she now?"
"She's at Nikki's."
"OK, let's take a look in her room and see if there's anything that can
prove this story one way or the other." They trudged up the stairs, fearful
of what they may find. It had been their biggest fear that one day they
would have to do just this, search one of the children's rooms for drugs or
evidence, but they had never dreamed that they would be looking for
evidence to support Annemarie's theories. Daniele opened the door and
started at her bedside cabinet, careful not to disturb the contents too
much, just in case this was all an enormous mistake. Maurice searched her
desk drawers while Daniele continued with her school bag. Five minutes
later, Maurice held up a red book and asked the question they had been
dreading.
"Where did this come from?" He held a passbook of the Thun Trustee Bank,
open at the fifth page showing an account balance of one thousand three
hundred francs.
"Who gave her all this money? I certainly didn't." He thumbed through the
preceding pages until he saw the address. "Hey, look, this is twenty
kilometers from here, but it's in her name!" The utter disappointment
showed in their faces as he threw it on the bed and continued the search.
Daniele opened the top drawer of her four drawer chest, rummaging through
the underwear and tights. She found a hairbrush that she hadn't seen
before, wrapped in Dior knickers with a bra and chemise that she certainly
had never washed for her daughter. Turning her back to her husband, she
brought the brush to her nose and inhaled, recognising immediately its
purpose. However, the underwear was more sinister, and she tossed the
lingerie on the bed. Maurice turned as the clothes flopped down, took a
look at the label and walked towards the door.
"I'm going to call Nikki's father. He may have some insight into all this"
"But, what if he hasn't?"
"Well, then I'll just tell Lauren to get home immediately. She's got a lot
of explaining to do already as far as I'm concerned!" Maurice Gisal sat
down in his chair in the lounge and looked up Nikki's number in their phone
book. He stared out of the window as he waited. He asked simply to speak to
Lauren. "Oh, any idea when they'll be back?" he asked, twirling the cord of
the phone round his fingers as his concern grew. " Left at seven o'clock?
You mean this morning? That's very early - especially for Lauren on a
Sunday. Where did they go?" He shook his head again. "Look, Andre, I think
they may be in some sort of trouble." And with that introduction, he
recounted the tale that Annemarie had given him. He glossed over much of
the photographic part, saying that maybe both girls had been hanging around
with the wrong types. He did mention however, just for added weight, that
they had found a bank passbook in Lauren's room showing a large balance.
"Andre, can you do the same and let me know if you find anything. I'm going
to do some more investigating here.....Yeah, thanks, I'll call you later. I
just hope that this is all a big mistake." Maurice turned to his wife and
took her hand. "They went out at about seven o'clock this morning. Someone
collected them. Jean will be back in about two hours and she knows where
they've gone, but Andre's going to take a look at her bedroom and give us a
call. You know, I don't like the sound of this."
End of Chapter 25
Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (26a/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 20 Jul 1997 18:04:04 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 26a
Lauren waded through her schoolbooks that were lying on her bedroom floor,
kicking the algebra textbook through the open window. She gave herself top
marks for accuracy and floated into bed, kissing her teddy bears goodnight
as the light turned itself off and the passengers pulled away from the
train. Jim waved to her from the platform and she smiled.
The passengers returned a few moments later, knocking on her bedroom door.
She pulled the covers to her chin and grimaced as the banging intensified.
She shouted at the door, telling them in no uncertain terms that they were
unwelcome, but they insisted that they needed to enter, they needed her
furniture. Lauren stormed over to the door and shouted, hopefully loud
enough so that the group would realise that they would wake her parents.
Swinging back round, she was confronted by a tall, ugly man who had
probably come in through the window that she had left open. She cursed
herself for being so foolish and lax, and demanded that he left
immediately.
The man calmly told her that departure was not an option, and began to
rifle through her drawers. Lauren strode over to him to push him out of the
window. As she approached, her bedroom door opened and the crowd entered,
causally and without any rush, and fanned out in her room, inspecting every
one of her possessions. They began tucking her property under their arms
and leaving the room. Just as soon as she tried to detain one of the
thieves, another would slip through the door and into the night.
The ugly man leafed through her photos, smiling and admiring some of the
shots, while another woman helped herself to her underwear. Lauren gave in
and returned to bed to watch the denouement of her bedroom. The ugly man
then turned to Lauren and looked down from her head to the bottom of her
bed as Lauren shook her head sternly. The man walked over to her bed.
Lauren was confident of her security inside her little bed and watched with
interest as he reached out towards her, his expressionless eyes moving from
her face to her neck in anticipation.. He grabbed the sheet and pulled,
rolling it into a ball as he made for the blankets.
"This is mine!" she shouted. "It's mine. My bed!" Lauren was mystified by
the power of the man. A stranger who could invade her own bed, who had no
remorse or conscience. He silently took her blankets, wrapping them up and
making them disappear. Lauren cowered in the pale light as he towered over
her.
"Leave me alone. My parents will be in soon!" The man halted, thought
momentarily and then turned to her desk. He found her diary and started
reading it. She couldn't get off the bed and struggled to free herself as
she heard him reading her life history from the age of ten. She was angry
and powerless against his words. Alarm bells rang in her head, suggesting
she telephone someone. The bells continued but the man seemed oblivious,
transparent, silent.
The bell shrilled thoughtlessly in their ears. It was exactly two thirty.
Lauren's dream faded as she realised that Rebecca had snuggled up and was
cuddling her. She couldn't see over Rebecca, but sensed that Nikki was
facing the other way. She nuzzled against the older girl's head as Rebecca
rested her head on her shoulder, dozing contentedly. The snooze alarm
repeated after nine minutes, still annoyingly intrusive.
"Let's roll out of bed and into the Jacuzzi. Then we can wash your hair and
get you ready." said Lauren, reaching to the floor for her dressing gown.
She pulled it on and picked up another for Nikki as she made her way round
to the other side. "Hey, time to wake up!" she said, kissing her cheek.
"Hmm, in a minute. Go away!"
Lauren giggled and poked her tongue into Nikki's ear.
"Oh, don't!" she said, making no effort to stop her. Lauren wandered off to
the kitchen and filled the kettle to make coffee. Several minutes later she
saw the others pass by on their way to the bathroom, and heard both the
sound of the toilet flushing and the Jacuzzi bursting into life.
They drank coffee in the Jacuzzi as they worked off the effects of their
afternoon sleep. Rebecca sank briefly under the water to wet her hair and
re-surfaced, leaning back against the edge of the Jacuzzi and placing her
arms out on the ledge to support herself. Lauren stood in front of her on
one of the steps inside the tub so that she could look down as she helped
wash her hair. Nikki sat behind her, outside the Jacuzzi, watching the
enticing shape of both Rebecca's breasts as they bobbed in the water and
the wonderful outline of Lauren's sex as the water lapped around her tanned
thighs. Lauren administered the shampoo and both girls massaged Rebecca's
head, rubbing the soap in while keeping most of it out of her eyes.
"That should do. Jump in the shower and rinse off. We're going to stay here
and soak!" said Lauren, helping Nikki back into the hot tub. They watched
as Rebecca rinsed the soap of from her hair, taking forever in Lauren's
mind to make sure it was as clean as possible. She returned and hopped back
into the water, but not before giving Lauren a tempting view again between
her legs and the hairless lips of her pussy. They fooled around for several
more minutes until Rebecca announced that they should be getting out as she
led the way, without drying off, back into the bedroom. The three naked
girls dripped over the carpet and untidy bed, leaving damp patches wherever
they went. Nikki rubbed her hands on the sheets and began the lengthy task
of drying Rebecca's hair. She leant back on one of the pillows, and pulled
Rebecca back, between her legs, so that she could run her fingers through
her hair while using the hairdryer.
Lauren made herself busy over in the cupboard by the staircase, selecting
three gowns that seemed to be the correct size, and trying each on until
she was happy with one for herself and Nikki. She could hear the giggles
above the whine of the hairdryer, and was both pleased and annoyed that
Nikki and Rebecca seemed to get along so well. She felt that she had a very
special relationship with Nikki that she wasn't going to give up very
easily, and was slightly miserable about being the only one to have missed
out on the attention during the day. Perhaps, she thought, that her mood
was the result of her being as randy as hell. She felt that should would
have gladly paid money to have the two girls writhing with her, and was
determined, somehow, to make sure that that was what happened before too
long.
She found three pairs of sandals in the bottom of the cupboard and arranged
them by the stairs. She wondered what she should wear underneath as she
closed the door. There was a terrible temptation to wear some of the
lingerie that they had found in the bedroom, but on balance Lauren thought
that while this may be a time for celebration, that was not really an
excuse for erotic knickers and stockings. Later, maybe. She crept back into
the bedroom and watched Rebecca as she enjoyed the attention, Nikki fussing
about her as though she was one of her childhood dolls. Rebecca had her
elbows on Nikki's knees, her round breasts wobbling as Nikki ran the drier
over her neck. Rebecca saw her and motioned her over to the bed, patting
the area in front of her legs. Lauren clambered onto the bed and settled
down next to her, content to watch until Rebecca put her hand around her
neck and pulled her. Their lips met as Rebecca touched her breast with her
fingers, so lightly that Lauren barely noticed.
"I promise, I'll make it up to you." said Rebecca. The sound of the
hairdryer stopped as Nikki squeezed out from behind Rebecca and put her arm
around Lauren. She pulled her backwards playfully, so that Lauren lay flat
on the bed.
"Hey!" said Nikki, kissing her lips upside down, "I promise as well. After
Rebecca's ceremony, we'll cover you in strawberries and cream and have you
for tea!"
"You dirty little girl. Where do you think of these things?" mocked Lauren
in a voice like her mother's.
"Oh, remind me to tell you both of a time when that sort of happened to
me!" giggled Rebecca as she got off the bed. "I've got an idea, when we've
finished here, we can get a lift back to my house. My folks are going out
tonight. We'll see if there's a film on"
"Hey, that's a good idea!" said Lauren, pulling herself up. "Come and try
your clothes on, I've put them on the sofa in the reception area." They
approved of the robes (although they had little choice), and made sure that
their sandals fitted reasonably well. Lauren looked at Rebecca, noticing
that her robe, like the others, had six or seven small ribbons down the
front which could be tied in a bow to fasten the front of the robe
together. The clothing was by no means becoming, and hung shapelessly over
her breasts and down past her knees. The only flattering part of it was
that her nipples could be clearly distinguished through the silky material.
"It's only ten past three, I'm going to stay in my dressing gown" said
Nikki, dumping the robe back on the sofa.
"Yeah, let's eat, I'm starving" said Lauren, heading naked for the bedroom
in search of her own dressing gown.
They gathered again in the kitchen and made coffee. Rebecca raided the
cupboards for biscuits, and was surprised to find some cream cakes that
they had missed in their early morning forage through the room. They ate
and drank until about twenty to four, when the mood changed from one of
frivolity and laughter to seriousness and concentration. Rebecca took the
red leather book again and read through the order of service, acquainting
them all with what was expected of them and where they had to stand and
what they had to do.
"It then says that when the boy and girl are to be joined, the bridesmaid
or bridesmaids should loosen the brides clothing to allow entry, and ensure
that the boy enters symbolically when ready. The Best Man may assist this
process if necessary. The priest and priestess will add additional
assistance if required." Rebecca looked and grinned at the girls. "Guess
you have to make sure I'm nice and wet!"
"God, what if he comes before he gets near you?" asked Nikki.
"No idea. Maybe the Best Man should lick it all up and then we could start
again!" Lauren and Nikki smiled while Rebecca turned the page. "Then it
says that the bridesmaids should ensure that the bride gives the groom
sufficient space in which to begin penetration by parting her legs. After
penetration and prayers, the bride and groom should stand and face the
congregation. After congratulations, they may dress."
"Wow, this is a real turn on if you ask me!" said Lauren, imagining the
sight of Rebecca being taken by the stranger with everyone else watching.
"Here, then it says that I am then considered a full member of the Church
and may participate in all other activities and ceremonies" said Rebecca,
flipping the book closed.
"Hey, did you know you had to do all this?" asked Nikki
"Yeah, not all the detail, but I knew about the sex bit. That's OK, I know
most of the people, they're fine" said Rebecca as she rose to fill her
coffee cup.
They chatted for a few more minutes and then made their way to the
reception area to dress in their robes. Nikki was amused by her sandals
which were guaranteed to fall off during the ceremony due to their size.
This provided some amusement as their mood (especially Rebecca's) became
more contemplative and appropriate to the occasion. She read through the
order of service again and dropped the book on the sofa. Lauren felt a buzz
of excitement run through her and looked around once again at the fabulous
underground apartment they had enjoyed since the early morning. She felt
naked even though she had the robe on and thought it was probably due to
the baggy nature of the gown and the way it looked like a tent. It was then
that she realised that she had seen some silk belts inside the cupboard and
bounded over to retrieve them. Both Nikki and Rebecca were glad to see
them, and hurried to thread them through the silk loops at each side before
tying them in a bow at the front.
"Now, that look better, doesn't it?" said Nikki.
"Yeah, now what about the flowers?" asked Lauren
"Oh Jeeze, you're right, they're still in the fridge!" cried Rebecca.
"I'll get them, just relax" said Nikki as she swept out of the room,
returning moments later with three perfect rings of light blue and white
orchids for their hair. Nikki removed the first one from the cellophane box
and gently placed it on Rebecca's head, adjusting it until it stayed there
by itself, and then pinning it with a couple of hair grips for luck. She
did the same for Lauren, while Rebecca did hers. They stepped back and
decided that they looked beautiful.
"Like three virgins, wouldn't you say?" quipped Nikki.
"Yep, and just in time, I think I can hear someone coming" said Lauren,
looking at the ceiling. Sure enough, the door above opened and Ariane came
down the stairs, beaming at the young girls.
"Great, so glad that you're ready! Did you enjoy yourself down here?
Absolutely wonderful place isn't it?" she said, leading them upstairs. "Er,
did you remember everything that you had to do?" she said, turning to
Rebecca at the top of the stairs.
"Yes, think so. Nice and clean and tidy and all that, you know."
"Good, we'll walk slowly over to the hall. Your young man will be here in
about five minutes!" They made their way through the house and out into the
back. Several cars were now parked there and the sun was low in the sky.
Lauren grinned at Rebecca as she walked just behind her with Nikki next to
her. She squinted at the brightness of the day, pleased to feel the meager
warmth of the sun's rays hitting her face as they followed the flagstone
path to the hall. A sudden gust of wind whistled between the buildings,
picking up the dry summer dust in it's path. Lauren felt the little vortex
swirl around her, leaving traces on her face and bare feet. Through
half-closed eyes she could still make out the building across the
courtyard, even though most of the detail was hidden in the dust cloud.
As it cleared, the building resembled an old barn with two massive black
doors at the front, and vertical side walls that joined a high pitched roof
of thin black tiles. In traditional Swiss style, the windows were ornately
painted in red and white, the flowers surrounding the walls adding a touch
of colour and beauty to the otherwise functional building.
Ariane turned to Rebecca. "Did anyone tell you? Father Paul has had to go
Zurich. Father Michael will be taking the service. He's from Houston,
Texas. Seems a very nice man. Sister Winifred is still here though. I'm
sure it will be a wonderful service, anyway. Father Michael is quite famous
you know!" she said. Rebecca looked annoyed, even a little concerned, but
her expression soon returned to one of excitement as she looked around, no
doubt trying to get a glimpse of the boy she was to ceremonially marry into
the church. Lauren considered it strange that she would not see him
beforehand, and found it difficult to comprehend the way Rebecca must have
weighed her love of the church against the invasion of privacy. If they
really do believe that everything is pre-ordained, and the best solution
always is therefore to just relax, then whatever anyone said or did, there
was no method of altering the consequences.
She was wondering whether Nikki or even Rebecca had these sort of thoughts
when the two huge black doors slid open to reveal the interior. Lauren
noticed the massive beams up in the roof and the modern lights that hung
from the rafters. The rectangular room had obviously been a stables at one
point, and retained it's cobbled floor. Directly in the centre of the large
room was what Lauren though must be a sort of altar. It was constructed
from several rectangular bales of hay piled up in a sort of platform or
dais. In the raised middle, white sheets had been draped, probably to
protect flesh from the sharp straw.
The congregation - Lauren thought there were about ten or twelve only - sat
on two pews at right angles to each other, at the near-side of the white
altar. Five huge candle- holders stood on the ground around the altar,
taller than Lauren, containing thick white candles ready to be lit. Lauren
was surprised to see TV screens dotted around the room until she saw a
camera that was obviously there to record Rebecca's wedding. The girls,
still lead by Ariane, walked between the pews and took up their position at
the other side of the altar, finally turning back towards the congregation,
and beyond them, the open doors through which her intended would pass in
the next few minutes. She looked at the people sitting in the pews, and
thought they looked pretty normal people, even though they as well were
dressed in similar robes. There was a cross-section of ages, one young girl
and a boy who may have been brother and sister sat together in the front
row. Otherwise they were all older than her, probably around thirty, Lauren
thought. As she took in the spectators, one lady even nodded to her,
smiling happily as if to say she looked lovely. Lauren shuffled her feet as
she looked around the room, wringing her hands and trying to avoid eye
contact with anyone.
The barn was certainly old, she thought, realising that some of the
wood-work on the walls must have been the remains of the old stalls when
horses were stabled in there. Heavy iron rings were visible around the room
for tethering horses, and the smell of the animals was still evident
amongst the heady smell of oriental incense. Ariane took her place on the
left hand pew at the back, just as a man entered, accompanying two young
boys. The first boy was slightly taller than Lauren, and reminded her of
her brother, with short brown curly hair and brown eyes. Lauren thought
that his physique was not as well defined as her brother, but he was no
wimp either. He was, however, clearly embarrassed by the huge bulge that
pushed out his gown below his belt, and no matter what he did with his
hands, he could not hide it.
Lauren and Nikki smiled at each other, trying to determine if the Best Man
also had a problem. As the groom approached, he looked quickly at Rebecca,
smiled nervously, and took his place by her side. The Best Man stood
between the bridesmaids, and the five children waited. Lauren noticed that
Rebecca was now slightly on edge, fidgeting with her belt and trying to
sneak looks at the boy next to her. She even glanced down at his hands to
see if his cock had made any progress one way or the other. The
congregation had seen it all before, thought Lauren, as they sat in front
of her, exchanging the occasional whisper. The man who had led the two boys
into the church sat down in the pews, and the chatter ceased as the sound
of pan pipes filled the room. Two of the men from the congregation stood
and closed the doors, just as a small door creaked opened behind the girls.
A tall, middle aged man emerged, accompanied by a lady with long dark hair,
wearing a face mask as though she was dressed to go to a masked ball. As
they approached, Lauren noted that the man was not God's gift to male
modeling, with a gnarled face and poorly cut hair which looked like it
could do with a wash. He was dressed in a gown similar to her own, tied at
the front and pulled together with a belt around his waist. His sandals
flapped as he walked slowly towards them. As he walked he looked down at a
large old book and read quietly to himself. The lady walked in step behind
him with infinitely more grace and poise. Her long straight hair fell down
her back, and the belt of her robe served to accentuate the curves of her
body. Without the advantage of seeing her face, Lauren thought she must
have been about thirty years old. She carried nothing except a bouquet of
flowers, similar to those in the girl's hair.
The ugly priest stopped between the girls and the congregation, turning his
back on Lauren as he spoke. Lauren looked down at the lady's feet and tried
to determine what sort of figure she had from the profile she could see.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, welcome to this wondrous day. We are
here to celebrate the joining together of Rebecca and Karl as they enter
into the body of the church, freely and willingly, so that they too might
continue it's teaching and work throughout the world. Today, we will, by
the union of their bodies, confirm our belief that all things are
pre-ordained and that fate is our master. We will also confirm our belief
that we are helpless in the hands of fate, and therefore abdicate our
concern and responsibility over to fate itself."
End of Chapter 26a
Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (26b/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 20 Jul 1997 17:51:42 GMT
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Lauren Gisal
****Warning - Disclaimer for your protection ****
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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 26b
Lauren glanced at Nikki, pleased to see that there was a smirk on her face
as she too listened and wondered what on earth they were doing attending
the service. The priest turned to Rebecca, glancing quickly at Lauren
and Nikki. His hands had a rugged, outdoor look to them, the nails spilt
in places and the backs of his hands covered in thick black hair.
Lauren stole a glance at the lady priestess and tried to work out what she
must look like without the mask. Her figure was wonderful, and her nipples
pushed against the silky robe as her chest rose and fell with her breathing.
Lauren looked at her lips and began to form an image of her naked body in
her mind, becoming mindful as she did of the stirring deep inside her,
reminding her of the attention she needed later that day.
The music continued to wander through the room, offering a wonderful air
of calm and well-being that caressed Lauren as she tilted her head to one
side in sympathy with the melodic phrases.
"Rebecca, do you freely and gladly consent to be joined with Karl in the
service of marriage into the Residualist church?" said the priest. As he
spoke, the priestess walked around them, lighting each candle in turn until
all five had good strong flames.
"I do"
"And Rebecca, do you vow to protect the integrity of the church, to defend
it's name, and strive at all times to follow the teachings of the church?"
"I do"
"Rebecca, please kneel"
Rebecca knelt down in front of the priest and stared at the floor.
"Rebecca, do you swear to promote the mission of the church, while
protecting it's institutions, wherever you may be, and to follow
unswervingly in your search for inner peace?"
"I swear before the assembled" replied Rebecca.
"You may rise. Now Karl, do you freely and gladly consent to be joined with
Rebecca in the service of marriage into the Residualist church?"
"I do"
"And Karl, do you vow to protect the integrity of the church, to defend
it's name, and strive at all times to follow the teachings of the church?"
"I do"
The priest nodded at Karl, who knelt as Rebecca had done in front of the
two officials.
"Karl, do you swear to promote the mission of the church, while protecting
it's institutions, wherever you may be, and to follow unswervingly in your
search for inner peace?"
"I swear before the assembled" he replied.
"You may rise" said the priestess. Lauren looked at her instantly. She
looked into the pupils behind the mask. A sense of deja vu swept into her
mind, paused to tease her further, and then left. The priestess held out
her hand for Rebecca, guiding her back to the altar. Rebecca climbed up one
bale, about a foot off the ground, turned and stood on the higher bale that
was covered with the white cloth so that she faced the congregation. She
held out her hands and beckoned Lauren and Nikki to her sides. Lauren took
her position on her right, while Nikki knelt the other side. The priest and
priestess stood at her head, also facing the pews. The overhead lights
dimmed in the room, leaving only the guttering glow of the candles to
provide illumination.
"Undo my bows, slowly from the bottom!" whispered Rebecca out of the corner
of her mouth. She laid a hand on each of their shoulders as they started
with the lowest bow, pulling the material apart as they revealed her legs.
The groom and his best man knelt in front of her, giving the congregation
(and the two boys) a perfect view as they removed Rebecca's robe. Lauren
glanced in the direction of the crowd, pleased to see that they were all
watching. The groom had his hands by his side, making no attempt to stop
his cock from pushing hard against his robe. As Nikki tugged the second
bow, Lauren caught a glimpse of the newly-shaved pussy. Her stomach turned
a somersault as the eroticism of the moment grew on her, causing her to
pull hard on the third bow. She pulled aside the robe to reveal Rebecca's
hairless slit, and had to remind herself that it would have been in poor
taste to dive straight between her legs and lick it, even though the little
pink bud meant that it would have delighted Rebecca. That could come later,
maybe.
Lauren helped to undo each bow moving slowly higher up Rebecca's silky
robe. She looked over towards the congregation, barely making out their
features in the darkness but sensing their anticipation as they stirred in
their seats, straining to see what was happening. Lauren pulled at the
final bow, letting the two sides of the robe fall open. Rebecca's pale
breasts bobbed in the soft light, her nipples standing proudly out, erect
and sensitised as she looked down towards the boy in front of her. The best
man knelt, going through the same ritual of undoing each bow from the
bottom upwards. Lauren was transfixed, her whole body taught in expectation
as she awaited the moment of truth. His firm legs appeared from under the
robe as the second bow fell loose, the third revealing his upper thighs.
The best man pulled the fourth and his cock sprung through between the
material. All three girls smiled. He was not enormous, but had an almost
classically-shaped cock that looked warm, clean and inviting. It thrust
imperiously into the air, as though trying to escape the hairless balls
that hung below. It took several moments for Lauren to realise what the
difference was between the boy and Jim. She realised that she had never
seen a hairless cock, even on a very young boy, and as the best man
continued his duties, Lauren saw the blood vessels around the side of the
cock bulging a darker blue as it continued to swell. She now felt a
continual warming between her own legs, and turned unashamedly to look at
Rebecca's pussy, making sure that she too was feeling the effect of the big
cock and the inference that relief was at hand.
As the boy's robe fell to the ground, Rebecca carefully sat down on the
sheet covering the altar and laid back with the girl's assistance. The
priestess took her position, kneeling at Rebecca's head while Lauren and
Nikki knelt again at Rebecca's side, each taking her thigh and pulling
gently to give the boy plenty of room. The priest nodded to the best man,
who took the boy's cock in his hand and pulled it towards Rebecca's damp
pussy. Lauren and Nikki, under a whispered command from the priestess, ran
their hands under Rebecca's thighs and opened her pussy lips. The boy
approached, the best man still guiding him until the tip of his cock rested
at Rebecca's entrance. Lauren and Nikki had a grandstand view of the
proceedings - their heads resting just above Rebecca's pussy - and could
see the small drop of cum clinging to the edge of the boy's foreskin.
"I call upon those assembled here to witness the union of Rebecca and Karl
into the body of the church. For as it pleases the church to receive them
this day, let us protect them, educate them in the sure knowledge that they
too will become missionaries, spreading the word through the world."
Father Michael nodded at the boy. Rebecca breathed in gently in
anticipation as her eyes widened. Lauren saw the boy enter less than an
inch and then withdraw, the best man's hand halting any further progress.
The priest shook his head, indicating greater penetration was required.
Lauren was surprised, recalling that Rebecca had mentioned a symbolic
joining of their bodies only. The boy leaned forward again without his best
man's guidance, pushing deeper into Rebecca. The priestess seemed to expect
this detour from the normal service, and watched intently as Karl entered
as far as he could and remained deep inside Rebecca.
"Come" ordered the Priest, nodding again at Karl, who looked down at
Rebecca enquiringly. She nodded, and he pulled back out almost all the way,
upsetting his balance on the straw bales. Bracing himself with his hands
either side of Rebecca, he pushed back in. Lauren watched as the folds of
skin of Rebecca's vagina followed his cock, gripping it as he penetrated
her, and escorting his cock on the return stroke. He picked up rhythm as
Rebecca opened her legs as wide as she could, their flesh slapping together
each time he thrust into her. Lauren saw the glistening rod, now wet and
shiny with their juices, pistoning into her, the purple knob gleaming
occasionally as he withdrew almost fully to ensure maximum stimulation.
Rebecca's eyes were closed tightly, the look of pain and excitement evident
even though the priestess caressed her cheek with her fingers, soothing her
with whispered words of comfort.
Rebecca, forgetting the audience and even her girlfriends, allowed the
passion of the moment to embrace her, lifting her legs so that her knees
held Karl's body, steadying him and helping him to maintain his rhythm. The
best man withdrew from the scene into the darkness while Lauren and Nikki
let go of Rebecca's legs, and sat beside her, enthralled at the
performance. Rebecca's legs slowly made their way round the boy's back
until she crossed her feet, trapping him in between and making sure that
there was no chance of him escaping before he had done his duty. She moaned
loudly as the force of his entry increased, moving the bales of hay each
time. He stopped momentarily to lean even further over her, increasing his
angle of attack, and therefore providing an even better view to those in
the congregation behind. His thick cock rubbed her clitoris on each stroke
as Rebecca gripped his strong arms, pulling him closer to her. She opened
her mouth and took his hair in her right hand, pulled him down and kissed
him hard on the mouth. Wrapping her arm round his neck, she pulled him
closer still so that his head rested on her shoulder. He continued to pound
into her as she squeezed her legs with all her might. Her panting reached a
fever pitch as she finally let out a scream that filled the whole room. The
boy was unshaken, continuing his pumping. Anxiety was etched across his
sweaty face as his movement was restricted by her powerful legs, but he
persevered, pumping and banging into her until he too realised that he was
about to come. Open-mouthed, he looked at her in utter surprise as his
rhythm deteriorated into spasmodic thrusts. He slowly regained his timing
as he started pushing into her, twitching occasionally as he shot his
pent-up lust inside her hot pussy. As he finished, he slumped over her,
lying against her chest as beads of sweat dropped from his forehead.
Rebecca's head rolled to the side, her chest heaving as she tried to catch
her breath. Her legs unfolded from Karl's back and her feet eventually
rested again on the bales of straw. Rebecca seemed to suddenly remember
where she was, and made an attempt to gather her gown around her.
"Wait! Don't move yet!" whispered the priestess.
"Take note that Rebecca and Karl have entered freely into the union with
the church this day" said the priest in a loud voice as the lights came
back on. Lauren looked towards the congregation, realising that there
wasn't very much that they would have seen, except maybe Rebecca and Karl's
bottoms. The music continued to waft through the room as the priest
continued. "The great tradition of the Residualist church lives on, the
natural law of pre-ordainment and fate once again giving substance to our
belief that together, we will continue to grow in strength and wisdom"
The priestess helped Karl up, and nodded as a signal that he could
withdraw. His cock was semi-erect as he offered his hands to Rebecca, who
accepted and joined him standing in front of the bales that made up the
altar. They faced the congregation, naked, as a ripple of applause came
from the on-lookers. Rebecca and Karl held hands as they stepped over to
the front row of seats, and shook hands. They made conversation with a
middle-aged couple who were smiling broadly at the youngsters.
"You look lovely. You've got a wonderful body, Rebecca" said the woman.
"Thanks, and thank-you for coming today"
"You're welcome. And look, he's put so much inside you, it's dribbling!
That's so lucky, you know! And you, young man, you did very well." she
said, taking his cock firmly in her hand. "Oh, you're beautifully sticky!"
said the woman in a voice she might have used to compliment them on their
choice of wallpaper. They continued to walk amongst the congregation,
pausing at each member to exchange pleasantries. The girl at the front of
the second section of seats caught her attention and handed Rebecca a small
poesy of flowers, delighted to talk to Rebecca who appeared to be about her
age. Rebecca also made conversation with the boy next to her who may have
been her brother, also about sixteen or seventeen. As Rebecca returned,
Lauren saw the little river of cum running down Rebecca's leg, and felt the
somersault in her stomach as she was reminded of her own needs. She looked
round the side of Rebecca and caught sight of Karl's slick cock, now
slightly stronger than when he had withdrawn from Rebecca, presumably from
the man-handling he had received during the past ten minutes. Lauren and
Nikki exchanged glances, their silent conversation ending in agreement that
they both found the proceedings a little strange, but envied Rebecca the
attention that she had received.
Rebecca and Karl again turned to face the congregation as the priest made
his final announcement.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, I am pleased to say that we will be
serving food in a minute, just as soon as Rebecca and Karl have had their
photos taken, with the bridesmaids. So if someone can help with the tables,
that'll get things going more quickly." He smiled at his flock, and turned
to Rebecca and Karl. "And of course, you may now kiss!"
They faced each other, as Karl took Rebecca's hands. She looked up into his
eyes and opened her mouth as he kissed her on the lips. Everyone in the
congregation saw his cock flick into life between them. He pulled her close
to his body and kissed her deeply as she pulled his head closer. They
embraced for several seconds and then broke off, turning with a smile to
the audience. Karl's cock was by now fully recovered, bobbing upright to
the delight of the assembled. The best man re-appeared to hand robes to
them both, and they both helped Rebecca to dress before looking after
themselves.
"Thank-you both!" said Rebecca, taking Nikki and Lauren's hands in her own.
"That was a lovely ceremony. Now we can have our photo's taken outside,
before the light fades away." She led them out through the big doors
towards a grassy area where many of the congregation had already assembled.
The little crowd parted as the three girls walked towards them. The tripod
and camera were already set up, waiting for their arrival. Rebecca put her
arms around the girls' waists and hugged them as the camera recorded her
big day. Karl and the best man joined them to complete the scene. Rebecca
appeared relaxed as she grabbed the boys either side of her, running her
hand over the front of Karl's robe in an attempt to bring his cock back to
life.
"Don't! It'll show!"
"I know, I want to remember it." She realised what she was doing as he
turned almost sideways to the camera to hide the slight bulge. "Hmm, I want
to remember how you felt as you forced yourself between my wet lips, and
how you came inside me. You know I'm still dripping, don't you?" she said
with a wicked grin.
"I'm not listening!" he said, squirming.
"Now how about just the bridesmaids on their own, the rest of you stand to
one side!" asked the photographer. He was dressed in a formal suit and had
clearly been to other ceremonies as he exchanged chit-chat with the priest.
Karl and Rebecca shuffled out of the way, leaving Lauren and Nikki to pose
against the backdrop of the mountains in the distance.
Several more group shots were taken until the light faded away and the
little crowd returned to the barn. Food had been laid out along the length
of the room. The music continued its melodic chant, instilling a sense of
calm and contentment. The candles had been extinguished recently and whips
of smoke trailed into the air. Arianne pulled the doors together, muttering
about keeping the cold air out. Lauren wandered over the food, helping
herself to a plate and loading up cold meat, salad and hot potatoes. She
talked to most of the congregation, or more accurately, most of them
approached her and asked her what her name was, how old she was, and
whether she had enjoyed the ceremony. The priestess seemed to avoid her,
but not the priest who approached her directly as she finished her second
plate of food (and second glass of Austrian Riesling).
"Lauren, isn't it?" he asked.
She looked up into his eyes. Her instincts told her that he was an unlikely
candidate for the priesthood in his direct, almost accusatory manner. "Yes,
I'm actually Rebecca's neighbour" she replied, looking down at her
half-empty wine glass. She shuffled her feet.
"I know, did you enjoy your morning?"
"It was wonderful. There's everything down there!" said Lauren, smiling
thankfully.
"Has Rebecca told you about our church here and what we do?"
"Bits. Not everything."
"Well, we prepare people for later life. We believe that there is no such
thing as being too young to learn about the world, just as there's no such
thing as being to young to teach the world"
"Yes, I see" she said, understanding nothing.
"I'm glad you do. I think you could teach the world a great deal, Lauren."
"Do you? Like what?" She could feel the drink talking, and realised that
she was entering into a conversation that she had no interest in pursuing.
"You have a youthful manner. You're quick witted. We'd like you to join
us!" he said, smiling at her as he sipped his wine.
"Oh, I'm not sure. Maybe one day." replied Lauren, looking around the room.
"We'd like you to join today. Think about it, Lauren." His smile faded.
"I'll have a think. Must find Nikki. See you later." she said, wandering
off in Nikki's direction. The two girls chatted for ages, sitting on the
bench seats in front of the straw altar. The priestess approached, holding
a plate of food in one hand and a drink in the other. Lauren shifted
uneasily along the bench to make room for her.
"How's it going? Having a good time?" she asked, popping a small sandwich
into her mouth. Lauren looked again behind the mask at the pupils of her
eyes, feeling again that sense that she knew her from somewhere. The
priestess looked up at her and smiled.
"Well, we'd better be getting home soon." said Lauren, looking at Nikki.
"What time is it?" asked Nikki.
"Don't know. Must be about six?" asked Lauren.
"Look, why don't you stay?" she said, spraying crumbs over Lauren, and
giggling as she brushed them off her robe. "We'd like you to join our
little church."
"Maybe. But not now. See you around, eh? Come on, Nik, let's find Rebecca!"
said Lauren, pulling Nikki up with her. They walked across to Rebecca, who
was chatting to two of the congregation. "We think we'd better be going.
It's getting late and my parents are sure to be calling by now!"
"OK, let me just say good-bye and we'll get a lift back" said Rebecca,
looking around the room. "Now, where's Ariane?"
Lauren looked at Nikki timidly, frowning occasionally as they exchanged
unspoken words. Lauren and Nikki followed Rebecca slowly round the big room
as they searched for their lift.
"Hey!" bellowed a voice behind her, making her jump. She spun round. The
priest strode towards her. "You're not leaving us?"
"I'm afraid we have to. It's late!" replied Lauren.
"I thought you were going to join our church?" He put his arm around her
shoulder and pulled her towards him. Lauren noticed the sweaty smell from
his robe as the calluses on his hands caught on the silky material.
"Not today. We must go" she said, shrugging off his arm as she made for the
big black doors. She froze in her tracks as she heard a scream behind her.
Turning, she saw Nikki bending down, clutching her ankle.
End of Chapter 26b
-- CJ
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