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Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (1/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 17 Jul 1997 16:43:25 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.
Lauren Gisal
Chapter 1
Thursday 9th July
Lauren watched the convoy of coaches winding their way from the
lush green valley a few hundred meters below. They slowly snaked
and shuddered up towards the mountain pass, bound for Italy and the
crystal clear lakes beyond. She envied the tourists their freedom and
opportunity to explore beyond the closeted environment of the
picturesque alpine valleys. Recently, her own yearning for discovery
had driven her to feign sickness. She had walked one glorious
summer day up through the dark, steeply sloping forest to emerge
again into the shimmering heat of the late morning and there, lazing
on the deserted mountainside, she had gazed down at the people in
their tiny villages below. The weather had been perfect, the sun
shining brilliantly in a cloudless blue sky, reflecting off the snowy
mountain peaks, with just a hint of a breeze that cooled her tanned
face and rippled the soft down of her arms.
Andleburg, the village where her grandmother had settled forty years
earlier, was a few kilometers from Interlaken. It possessed an air of
bygone tranquillity coupled with stunning views of the Jungfrau and
the majestic mountain range beyond. But occasionally, more so
recently, she had felt cramped and concerned that while time marched
on in the world at large, it passed over Andleburg with abandon,
choosing to concentrate on a more receptive audience in the larger
towns.
Lauren was not one of the village's prettiest girls, but her features
were distinctive, characterised by her boyish face, deeply set brown
eyes and strong nose. It was a face, she thought, that people would
find pleasant rather than beautiful, that people would be happy to kiss
as a duty rather than as a source of pleasure. Her skin was perfect and
unblemished from the childhood ravages of chicken pox or measles.
Her wavy brown hair normally fell to her shoulders, but was
constrained presently by an elastic band (the height of fashion, she
thought to herself) and tied back.
A sharp crack brought her out of her reverie, as Lauren realised that
some optimistic team-mate had passed the ball to her.
"Lauren Gisal, for goodness sake run with the ball, look around you!"
shouted the games-mistress, umpire and part-time sadist Miss
Connely, in her Irish-accented Swiss-German.
She was a petite woman who in Lauren's estimation was about
twenty-five. She looked like as though her body had given up adding
inches to her stature during her mid-teens to concentrate on providing
a mane of straight dark hair that hung down to her waist, tied back in
a similar manner to Lauren's at the nape of the neck. Miss Connely
wore a tracksuit making it difficult to judge her physical build,
although the tracksuit looked only partially filled. Lauren
remembered that she had seen her undressing in the staff changing
area a couple of weeks ago and had remarked to Nikki at the time
that she could have passed for one of the senior girls.
"I don't think so" Nikki had said, "she looks like a virgin". Lauren
smiled at the conversation, looked up towards the goal and hit the
ball resoundingly. She was surprised to see it scythe through the grass
at great speed, and moreover, in the direction that she had wanted.
The flow of adrenaline and the rush of expectation subsided as
quickly as it had begun, as the opposing goalkeeper gathered the ball
safely just to the side of the net.
She counted herself among the more fortunate of her contemporaries.
She had a family who had few financial worries, she had a brother
(Lauren saw Mike only when he returned from boarding school), she
had a very comfortable house and now had found a wonderful friend
in Nikki Brugen. Although Lauren had lived in Andleburg all of her
life, Nikki had arrived only a couple of years ago due to her family's
relocation - her father managed one of the largest hotels in the area. It
had taken only a few weeks for Lauren and Nikki to become the
staunchest of allies, confiding in secrets and personal tittle-tattle that
is usually reserved for one's inner-most thoughts. Nikki was a never-
ending source of knowledge (on occasions inaccurate but always
entertaining) which came from eavesdropping in the hotel. Lauren's
father, who worked for a government research department, rarely
overheard gossip or conversation that was interesting, unless of
course import quotas could be considered suitable material for the
exchange of whispered wisdom.
Lauren determined that she had spent the past thirty minutes walking,
trotting and running around the rectangle of grass to little advantage,
the ache in her limbs testament to her exertion. There was a hint of
shape in her long brown legs, accentuated by her red socks at half-
mast and her dark blue games shorts. Recent months had replaced her
gangly features with a recognisable feminine form. Some of the girls
said that the exercise would help to give them beautiful legs in later
life, but Lauren was a firmer believer in destiny and fate being
responsible for shaping her legs and every other event in her life. The
final whistle sounded, and so she spun on her heel and headed for the
changing rooms, noting that Nikki's game must have ended earlier as
her pitch was now empty.
As she trudged past the goal post, she looked across the fence of the
field and down again into the valley. She could see pollen and seeds
flying into the summer air as Mr. Hubert, who owned the Chemist
shop in town, cut a plot of very tall grass in his back garden. Mixed
in with the grass were buttercups, daisies and edelweiss, and the
scent wafting up to the school was rich and comforting. In contrast,
Lauren thought, to Mr. Hubert's one and only little girl, Claudette,
who was in the same class as Lauren and had recently become a
thorn in her side. The animosity had started, as far as Lauren could
recall, in this spot, the hockey pitch, when Lauren had accidentally
swiped Claudette across the shins with her stick. In revenge,
Claudette had struck Lauren on the back of her legs while Miss
Connely was repeating commands for the linguistically
disadvantaged. That was a week ago today, and they had not spoken
since.
Despite Lauren's lack of exertion, she was hot and sweaty from the
afternoon's exercise and small beads of perspiration clung to her
forehead. She looked forward to the end of term, only ten days away,
when she wouldn't have to run up and down in the heat, and could
lay by the hotel pool with Nikki - assuming that Nikki's father didn't
object to them occupying "marketable real-estate in premium season"
as he called the few square feet they needed. Lauren entered the main
changing area for the school and turned into the girl's section. At the
far end of the changing rooms she could see Miss Connely standing
already by the entrance to the showers, waiting to catch some poor
girl who tried to leave without showering. Noise echoed around the
room as girls shouted, lockers slammed and the showers hissed.
The rows of benches were arranged three on each side of the central
aisle leading to the showers and could accommodate about one
hundred girls. Presently, there were fewer than fifty, all in various
states of undress. Lauren recalled how painful it was during the
winter, after the freezing temperatures outside to undo her buttons
and pull off the heavy hockey shirts. Today there was no such
problem as she sat down on the bench seat to remove her boots. She
knocked the mud off them and walked over to her locker to retrieve
her white towel and clothes. A pair of her classmates skipped past her
on their way to the shower, their cute bottoms showing a hint of
shape.
She returned to the bench and pulled down her socks, discarding
them by her side. Despite the cacophony of shouting and giggling,
Lauren returned to her reverie, remembering her fascination almost a
year ago when she discovered two or three minute hairs growing
above her vagina. She had wondered how long they had been there
and that night had taken a long look at herself in the mirror in her
parent's bedroom, striking a number of poses in a similar fashion to
those she had seen on the Miss World contest. Returning to bed, her
hands had explored every potential source of interest, finding
conclusive evidence that her breasts were starting to form. She had
pulled her nipples and discovered that they did indeed get hard and
elongated, just as she had hoped they would.
Lauren stood up and saw the steam billowing through the doorway of
the showers. Ms Connely looked at each of the girls as they made
their way to and from the shower stalls, trying to be the model of
supervision and discretion. With a thumb either side, Lauren pulled
her shorts down past her knees, bringing each leg up in turn to allow
them to drop to the floor. She took hold of her shirt and pulling
upwards, removed it in one swift movement to reveal her small
breasts. She liked her breasts. In fact, she was very proud of them
even though she had nothing to do with their shape, size or
circumference. In her opinion, they were classically shaped, and
much nicer to look at than the girls she seen in her brother's
magazines. She hung the shirt on the hook above her head, and
quickly pulled down her knickers. Lauren now had a thin layer of hair
growing above her vagina, which scarcely concealed the lips of her
vulva. Then came the walk she detested - past Ms Connely on the
way to the showers and the feeling of her eyes taking in her shape
and mentally comparing her to the other girls. The return journey, for
some obscure reason didn't matter; she could look at her bum all she
wanted.
Lauren took her towel and strategically moved it as she walked down
the aisle. Few of the other girls looked at her, although Lauren
glanced at Annika sitting naked on the end of the final row. She noted
that she had large breasts, much larger that Lauren's, and a thick mat
of black hair between her parted legs. Annika's head leaned to one
side as she dried her hair and talked to her neighbour, Claudette.
Lauren quickly averted her gaze, deposited her towel on a hook
outside the showers, and entered carefully.
The square shower room was completely white, tiled from floor to
ceiling in a utilitarian manner and must have been about twenty five
feet long. It was much warmer than the general changing room area,
and had a smell that reminded her of wash days when she was a
child. A small three foot high wall ran along the centre of the room
with the exception of about two feet either end to allow all-round
access. Lauren took a bar of soap and moved under a vacant shower.
Two of the girls were shrieking in the corner of the room as they tried
to rub soap into each other's hair. Lauren smiled, and peering through
the steam recognised Ruth and Alysia who had become very good
friends in recent months. Ruth deftly moved to position herself behind
Alysia with her arms around her waist, and rubbed a soapy hand
across her face. Alysia screamed with delight as they fought.
As Lauren watched, she realised that the whole class was growing up
quickly, including herself, making the transition from childhood into
womanhood. Whereas a year ago there were only a handful of girls
who showed signs of development, all the girls in her class were now
blossoming. The two girls continued to laugh and fool around. Lauren
noticed that they both had pendulous breasts that swayed and
bounced as they frolicked in the spray. As she continued to stare, she
realised that she had been watching Ruth's hands roaming over her
friend's breasts. She was unsure whether the girls were aware of
being watched, but Lauren was slowly coming to the conclusion that
while their movements would have been considered horseplay a year
ago, it could only be described as mild petting now.
Lauren turned quickly towards the wall as a million thoughts raced
through her mind. She lathered up her hands and soaped herself under
her arms, then reached up high to the shower head and to allow the
water to rinse her off. Glancing at the two in the corner again for an
instant, Lauren caught a glimpse of a hand between Ruth's legs
moving quickly backwards and forwards. Ruth had closed her eyes
and held firmly onto the wall. Unable to contain her curiosity, Lauren
turned her back to the shower, and ran the bar of soap across her legs
while surreptitiously watching the action in the corner, convinced by
now that the mystery hand between Ruth's legs belonged to Alysia.
The clouds of steam lent a surreal backdrop to the performance, as
the girl's activities drifted in and out of focus while the showers
hissed. As the water rinsed Lauren's legs, she took the bar of soap
and let it lazily slide over the contours of her breasts. Unconsciously,
she paid special attention to her nipples, running the corner of the bar
of soap around them in small, firm circles. Her nipples responded,
hardening and crowning her delicate breasts.
Alysia's hand was moving more rapidly now, and Ruth gripped the
shower head for support, giving her breasts a classic shape and
preventing them from swinging so violently. The steam momentarily
parted and gave Lauren a startling view of a number of soapy fingers
flashing in and out of Alysia's vagina. As the picture faded back into
steam, she saw Ruth's mouth slowly open and heard a low moan
from the corner as though she had been hit in the stomach. As
Lauren's young mind analysed the information she had gathered,
another part of her was more concerned with mimicking the action
she had observed, and her hand had now found it's way from her
breasts to between her own legs which were parted further than
necessary for standing up in the shower. Again, she used the corner
of the soap to massage her vagina, while her thumb trailed behind
adding further assistance, the whole action causing her to lean
forward slightly. The outer lips of her vulva soon parted and bubbles
of soap ran along the delightful virgin skin.
With the middle finger of her right hand, she ran over her wispy pubic
hair and down along the length of her slit, exploring and probing as
her clitoris became enlarged and stood to attention. Lauren felt
bubbling activity inside her stomach and slightly light-headed. With
unconscious abandon, her middle finger slipped into her tight little
hole up to the second knuckle while the palm of her hand rubbed over
her clit. Slowly, she extracted the finger and marveled in the pleasure
that emanated from within her pussy. While she had experimented
before to this degree there was something intangible this afternoon
that added an extra dimension of intensity. As her actions became
more confident, her pussy lips fought to retain their hold on her finger
each time she pulled it out, giving up their little prisoner with
increasing reluctance. Her anus joined in the celebration, squeezing
tightly in a seemingly random manner.
"Clean enough down there for you, is it Lauren?" said Anke as she
moved under the adjoining shower.
"What? Oh, er, really hot games today" said Lauren, fumbling with
the soap.
"Yeah, I caught the tail end of their act too. Not the first time you
know" she said with an air of confidentiality.
"Oh, I wasn't watching, just dreaming".
"Whatever" said Anke, grabbing a bar of soap as she turned her back
to Lauren.
Regaining some of her composure she left the showers, took her
towel from the hook, and skirted around the ever-watchful Miss
Connely. She was aware of an unusually warm glow between her
legs, and determined that as soon as she had the chance, she would
play with herself and a bar of soap again.
She returned to the bench and stood with her right leg on the seat,
toweling herself as she replayed the action in her mind. Only as she
dried between her legs did she realise that she was still very aroused,
and immediately brought her leg back to the floor to preserve her
modesty. Confused, Lauren reached for her white knickers in the pile
of clothes and quickly stepped into them and pulled them up. It
sounded like Ruth and Alysia were still fooling around as a cheer
went up from the shower area. Lauren remembered that she had
promised to invite Nikki for tea at her house, so she hurriedly slipped
her blouse on and did the buttons up. She checked the waistband of
her knickers to ensure she had not put them on the wrong way round,
and sat down on the edge of the bench to pull on her white socks. She
stuffed her bra into her skirt pocket and pulled her skirt up, zipping it
at the side. Finally, she jumped into her shoes, grabbed her towel and
school bag, and flew out the door.
Turning left into the main corridor she breathed in the fresh, cool air.
Lauren pulled off the elastic band holding her hair and let the brown
locks fall over her shoulders. She took a hairbrush from her bag and
quickly ran it through her hair giving it some semblance of order even
though the ends were still wet. Her pleasure from the anticipated
meeting was evident as she jumped over a small wall surrounding a
formal flower bed. As she landed, she again thought that she must
have dressed upside down or inside out or something, but decided it
could wait until later.
End of Chapter 1
Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (2a/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 17 Jul 1997 16:42:32 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 2a
Nikki was leaning against the wall of the school just outside the
gates, watching the traffic coming up the hill from the bus stop. As
Lauren approached, Nikki smiled and started to walk slowly down
the hill waiting for Lauren to catch up. From behind, Nikki looked
like another average schoolgirl, with flat black shoes and socks that
should have been pulled up to her knees. Her legs had more shape
than Lauren's, but were shorter, giving Lauren a height advantage of
a couple of inches. Nikki's blonde hair was parted in the middle with
a fringe over her eyes, falling loosely either side of her head and
down to her shoulder blades. As Lauren caught up with her, she
noted that Nikki's breasts were at least a couple of inches larger than
her own, and could recall that the last time they had been in the
showers they certainly wobbled a little. Her face was impish, cute
and rounded with a small nose and bright blue eyes. And in a similar
fashion to Lauren, she was only average in the beauty stakes.
"What kept you, I thought you were just behind me?" said Nikki
loudly.
"Hey Nik, you'll never guess what, it was so weird" whispered
Lauren, looking furtively about her.
"Tell me, tell me" said Nikki, genuinely excited. Given Lauren's
usual inability to be the harbinger of gossip, this had to be world-
class. And so Lauren recounted the story of Ruth and Alysia in the
showers (although she would only say at first that it was two girls
until Nikki demanded the truth), and mentioned that it seemed that
they were enjoying themselves. Lauren continued the story with the
arrival of Anke, and explained that there had been some
misunderstanding about her washing herself.
"Hey, what's the big deal? So you did it in the showers, everyone's
doing it somewhere or other, stupid!" said Nikki treating her expose
as an enormous joke. Lauren didn't try and argue that it was a
misunderstanding; Nikki knew her too well and Lauren realised that
there was no sense prolonging the facade, so she just turned to Nikki
and grinned wickedly at her. Nikki smiled and nudged her in the ribs
like a fellow conspirator as they turned to walk side by side to the bus
stop.
Lauren felt a mixture of relief and excitement. She was surprised that
not only did Nikki confirm that she played with herself, but that she
thought everyone else did as well. On balance she felt that more
experimentation in the bath tonight was called for in the name of self-
awareness. As she reflected on the nature of the conversation with
Nikki and her light treatment of the subject, she couldn't help
wondering why she hadn't talked to Nikki about it before, if it wasn't
such a big deal. It would certainly be easier to talk to her than her
mother. On balance, she considered herself very lucky to have such a
vivacious and mischievous friend as Nikki.
"Oh, and I think I have some of my clothes on inside out, I feel
strange" mentioned Lauren as they arrived at the newsagents. "Hang
on, I need to get a mag for my mum, come on", she said, pulling
Nikki into the shop.
"Where do you feel strange? Perhaps you've got your period" said
Nikki, taking down a men's magazine from the shelf behind the
stationery and books.
"It was last week. Hey, you can't look at that!" squealed Lauren,
grabbing the magazine. She reached up to replace it on the shelf,
causing four or five others to fall from the top shelf to the floor.
Hurriedly, she gathered them together as she blushed profusely,
feeling the eyes of other shoppers on her as she squatted on the floor.
She stood, showed a copy of "Metrofile" to the curious girl beyond
the counter and offered her the correct money.
Leaving the shop, they crossed the road and leaned against the bus
stop. The daily ritual of traveling by bus meant that they only had two
minutes to wait and then a twenty minute ride as the bus looped
around the village before crossing the valley and heading back up the
hill to where both Lauren and Nikki lived.
They boarded the bus and made their way to the back seat as usual,
sat down and flicked through the magazine until they found the
problem page. Silence reigned as the two girls read about a woman
whose husband wanted her to invite friends to their house to watch
them have sex. One paragraph that received prolonged attention was
concerned with how her husband wished his wife to masturbate him,
including orally. Lauren and Nikki were delighted that the letter
contained graphic detail of what the husband wanted her to do.
"Can you imagine, having sex while people are holding you? I
wonder what it's like?" whispered Nikki, rhetorically.
"Come on, next, next!" answered Lauren, turning the page. The next
letter was a long one from a young girl in university who wanted to
know why she had started her course a virgin and now felt it was
compulsory to have sex with as many different boys as possible. The
girl was sure that her requirements were abnormal and went on to say
that she didn't think she ever orgasmed.
"Did you orgasm in the showers?" inquired Nikki nonchalantly.
"Of course not, I told you".
"Hey, relax, you would know if you have. I know I haven't ever, not
if it's like it is in the films."
Now this was news to Lauren which needed investigating, but today
was getting out of hand and making Lauren nervous. Her calm little
world of day-dreaming had been shattered by revelations and
conversations that were both graphic and personal. On the one hand,
she felt uneasy with herself and on the other she felt reassured that
Nikki was there to defend her emotions as required. The warm glow
from between her legs convinced her that further investigation was
warranted.
"What are you talking about now?" asked Lauren nervously, staring
at the magazine.
"I was helping Dad clear up after a convention had rented out most of
the hotel, and I found a dirty film in one of the VCR's that the guests
can rent. I've seen it." Nikki mimicked one of the actors by licking
her lips and squeezing her breasts together.
"Tell me. Now!" insisted Lauren, giggling at Nikki's acting as she
shook her arm. For the remainder of the journey, Nikki related the
contents of the film in almost the right order, leaving out some of the
action that she found difficult to explain or where she thought that
Lauren wouldn't believe her. At the end of the ride, Lauren's
knickers had a tell-tale damp patch as a measure of the potency of
Nikki's narrative.
The bus pulled up about one hundred meters from Lauren's chalet-
style house, and the girls walked up the hill. The house stood back
from the road, with a line of fir trees forming a border around the side
of the ornate garden. The roof overhung the three floors by several
feet, with it's ornately carved and gaily painted woodwork typical of
the area. A wooden balcony stretched around two sides of the house
on the uppermost floor. The red-framed windows had contrasting
black and white wooden shutters either side. A small pathway led
from the low garden gate up the back door on the right hand side of
the building.
By this time, Lauren had decided that she had to get out of these
clothes and find out what was annoying her as the feeling was
becoming a nuisance. She opened the back door with her key and
passed through the kitchen into the stone-floored hallway. Traditional
carvings hung on the facing wall with a large formal mirror at head
height. The wood-covered walls made the room dark and the large
light hanging from the ceiling was required most of the day. To the
left of the hallway were the stairs to the bedrooms, bathroom and
toilet while further at the end was the entrance to the lounge.
Visitors could hardly miss the ornate gilt-framed photographs on the
hallway walls of Lauren and Mike from early ages, playing on the
mountainside and paddling in the freezing cold lakes. Lauren wished
they could be exchanged for something, even more recent ones. But
her mother always said that they were both such sweeties at that age,
and the photos were her treasures.
Lauren bellowed "Mum" at the top of her voice making Nikki jump.
They received no reply.
"Good, should be a note from her about tea somewhere. Whenever
they collect Mike at the end of term they're always really late", said
Lauren looking around.
Both girls dumped their schoolbags on the floor, and went back into
the kitchen. Lauren left the magazine on the table for Nikki to read
and found her mothers note stuck on the `fridge. In summary, it
warned against opening the door to strangers, had emergency phone
numbers, return times that night, and finally a request to take
something from the freezer and heat it in the microwave. Lauren left
the note with Nikki and went upstairs. Nikki filled the kettle and
plugged it into the wall socket. She could hear Lauren walking along
the landing above and into her bedroom. Just as Nikki flicked the
switch on the wall, an almighty scream filled the house, followed by
another and another. Then sobbing.
End of Chapter 2a
Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (2b/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 17 Jul 1997 16:44:43 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 2b
Nikki raced out of the kitchen and bounded up the stairs three at a
time. She burst into Lauren's bedroom to find her face down on her
yellow bedspread, sobbing into her pillow. Nikki noted that she had
all her clothes on (minus her shoes) and there seemed to be no
obvious reason for her bewildered state. Nikki looked across the bed
and noted that the yellow curtains round the window were open. The
white dressing table, desk and bookcase around the room were all in
order. The top drawer of her four drawer chest was open, revealing
her collection of underwear.
"Lori, what the hell's wrong? Speak to me!"
"Claudette" was the only response in between sobs. Nikki could see
tears running down Lauren's cheek. She sat down on the edge of the
bed and put her hand on Lauren's back. Nikki knew only too well of
the simmering feud between the two girls, but didn't understand how
Claudette could have hurt her in her own bedroom. She looked down
at the pale pink carpet around the bed as if expecting a letter, or a
dead cat or some other token of her affection, but there was nothing
except scattered make-up, magazines and a couple of T-shirts. There
was apparently nothing unusual to be seen at all although Nikki had
often joked that some of the posters of pop groups on the walls could
have been changed for this year's.
Nikki's hand gently brushed her cheek. The sobbing subsided slowly
as she ran her hand through Lauren's hair. Lauren raised her head and
rested it on Nikki's lap, allowing a tide of tears to trickle onto her
skirt.
"The little shit put gum in my knickers, it's everywhere!" moaned
Lauren. Nikki looked down to Lauren's skirt and couldn't see
anything. "I can't get my knickers off because of the stupid gum.
That cow is going to die for this." screamed Lauren. Nikki had never
seen her so angry, and maintained a look of grave concern on her
face. Inwardly, she thought it was a clever prank that she would have
to remember.
"What are you going to do? You'll have to get cleaned up somehow.
How much is there?" said Nikki hoping to get a rational answer.
"How much can she get in her fat mouth? It's the size of the goddamn
Eiger!" shouted Lauren. And with that, the clouds lifted and the tears
slowly subsided to a drizzle - at least enough for Lauren to look up at
Nikki and smile.
"Is it really everywhere? I mean, is it on your blouse and skirt as
well?".
"No, I don't think so" said Lauren as she looked down at her clothes.
"I hate that fat bitch! I really, really hate her!"
"OK, so take off your other clothes before it gets on them as well.
Then we'll think about your knickers".
Lauren was suprised by Nikki's authoritative tone and the assumption
that this was going to be a joint venture. However, there was some
logic to what she said and there was nothing new in being half
dressed in front of Nikki. Lauren sat up on the bed and undid the
buttons on her blouse and let it fall, making no attempt to cover her
naked breasts from the gaze of Nikki who remained sitting on the
edge of the bed. As she sniffed loudly, she knelt on the bed and
unzipped her skirt, rolling onto her back so she could get it down her
legs and off. She then sat up again with her legs curled under her and
looked at Nikki.
"Now what, then?"
"I don't know, let's have a look. Stand up" said Nikki, as she sat
with both legs over the side of the bed with Lauren between her
knees. Nikki took hold of the elastic waistband of her little friend's
knickers and slowly pulled down. Whining sounds and the look on
Lauren's face confirmed that the gum had well and truly stuck to her
knickers and the small patch of pubic hair just above her pussy. Nikki
looked up at Lauren knowingly.
"We'll have to cut the material off, then get rid of the gum with a
razor. Let's go to the bathroom, there must be something there that
your Dad uses" said Nikki, getting up off the bed.
"Are you crazy? cried Lauren in astonishment. She shook her head
and looked down at Nikki, thinking hard about the suggestion. Again,
there was logic in the idea, but having someone, even Nikki, so close
to her pussy, not just touching, smelling and probing but being able to
see inside and change the appearance of her most personal and
private place was the most outrageous proposal.
Lauren thought quickly, hoping that there was a more palatable
solution to her dilemma. Eventually, Nikki's obvious care and
concern for her friend persuaded Lauren that on balance, she should
agree - at least until it became too embarrassing. As she arrived at the
conclusion, a genuine warmth was born inside Lauren for her friend,
and she looked on her with a new degree of friendship. The image of
schoolgirl chum and giggling little classmate diminished as one of
companion and fellow teenager of the world took its place. Lauren
wanted to hug Nikki, but chose to refrain, at least until this was over.
"Any better ideas? Perhaps your Mum could do it, or maybe your
Dad?" joked Nikki, taking her hand as she moved towards the
bathroom. "Come on, I've used a razor before on my armpits, it's no
sweat" said Nikki, confidently marching out of the room. Lauren
followed reluctantly, pleased to have had the decision made for her
but apprehensive about Nikki's ability with a razor. "Where do you
keep the scissors, and what about your Dad's shaving cream?".
"The scissors will be in the kitchen" replied Lauren as she reached
the top of the stairs. "I'll get them and bring the coffee up. My Dad
uses an electric razor so he doesn't have shaving cream, but I think
he's got some razors for emergencies in the bathroom cabinet. Have a
look"
"Lori, try and find some cream then down there" shouted Nikki as
Lauren disappeared down the stairs and into the kitchen.
Lauren had to search a couple of drawers before she found the large
blue scissors that were kept for domestic use. She remembered there
were some nail scissors in the bathroom if they needed them as well.
Lauren took two cups off the hooks under the cupboard and switched
the kettle on again to make coffee. The chewing gum was beginning
to hurt now, and was no doubt responsible for the itch between her
legs. Lauren sat on one of the kitchen bar stools while waiting for the
kettle to boil, one foot dangling towards the floor while the other was
pulled up onto the chair, giving her a good view of the problem area
and some room to scratch. She leaned back onto the kitchen worktop
and rubbed her vagina with her hand through her knickers, trying to
reduce the itching. She concluded after a minute or two that it was
only rubbing the gum deeper into her pubic hair, so she crossed her
legs tightly and tried to forget about it. She ran her hands over her
breasts, feeling the tightness of the young nipples that perked up in
response to her attention. She smiled naughtily as she ran her finger
lightly around each breast, noting the warm feeling inside as she
massaged the little mounds.
She hadn't really thought about wandering around the kitchen in just
her knickers in broad daylight. She glanced out into the back garden
to confirm that nobody was there, and looked through the backdoor
window. She wondered if she had seen a curtain move in the
Renzer's house, but there was certainly nobody was there now. That
would have given the neighbours something to talk about, seeing a
teenage girl with only her knickers and socks on in the kitchen
apparently playing with herself. She hoped to see the children next
door, Rebecca and Stefan, during the summer holidays because they
had a pool in their garden which she had enjoyed when the previous
owners lived there last year. Mum and Dad kept saying that they
should make an effort to get to know the neighbours once they have
settled in.
Lauren opened the fridge and took out a can of pressurized cream just
as the kettle clicked off. She returned to the bathroom with two cups
of coffee, the scissors and the cold can of cream to find Nikki sitting
on the edge of the bath. She had placed a towel on the woodwork that
surrounded the half-full basin, and had obviously found two or three
disposable razors as they were floating aimlessly waiting for action.
Nikki directed Lauren to sit up next to the basin, and positioned her
so that her right leg dangled over the edge, and the other (after some
experimentation) was pulled up onto the woodwork, much like the
position she had adopted in the kitchen earlier. Nikki took the
scissors, and after exchanging glances, cut the material at its thinnest
points at her hips, allowing the underwear to fly apart, leaving a small
heap of cloth in Lauren's lap.
"I hate her, you know. I'm going to get her back for this!" said
Lauren, the words hissing between her clenched teeth.
It was now easy to see the way that the gum had adhered to the inside
of her knickers and her dusky pubic hair. Tugging gently at the
material, Nikki was able to pull another inch away from Lauren's
vagina before Lauren's hand on her shoulder told her that this was
becoming too painful for her friend.
"OK, I think we'll have to cut from here" said Nikki, snipping off the
material below her pussy that wasn't stuck too badly. This left a
small patch of white cloth between Nikki and the very center of
Lauren's sex, giving Nikki a close-up view of the rising mound of her
vagina. Nikki looked closely, and noticed the little valley between her
pussy lips through the material. If Nikki had really looked even more
closely, she would have seen a small damp spot towards the bottom
of the cloth, confirming that while Lauren had superficial control of
her emotions, other forces inside her had a different agenda. Nikki
inhaled the sweet stickiness of the chewing gum wafting up from her
warm pussy until she realised that she had been staring at her friends
pubic area without doing anything for rather too long. She was about
the take hold of the material when Lauren tilted Nikki's face upwards
to look at her, pushing back her friends hair out of her sweet face and
behind her ear in the gentlest of manners.
"Be careful. I don't .. " Lauren trailed off. She didn't know if she
wanted to make light of the situation with a joke or say thank you for
being here to help or whatever. Nikki stood up straight and leaning
forward, kissed Lauren lightly on the forehead. Nikki smiled and
crouched back down to resume her work. She rested her left arm on
top of Lauren's leg so that she could hold the cloth and scissors
without tiring too much. Starting at the top, she pulled gently at the
cloth, snipping between her knickers and Lauren's skin, releasing a
little each time. After a few seconds, Nikki could clearly see that
Lauren's pussy had opened to reveal the pink folds of her inner lips
with the hood of her clitoris standing slightly proud above her young
virgin tunnel.
After a couple more cuts about half of the material had been
removed, and Nikki was well aware of the young dusky scent coming
from between Lauren's legs. Whether this was as a result of her
escapade in the showers, or their discussions about the problem page,
or Nikki's tale of the erotic video or Nikki's ministrations or even a
culmination of all was hard to tell. However, Nikki was quite sure
that Lauren was aware of the view she presented to her friend, and
decided that she would make this experience one of the utmost
pleasure, making up for the discomfort and embarrassment that she
had been forced to suffer that afternoon. Nikki moved her left hand
down so that her fingers moved over Lauren's clitoris and into the
ever-widening valley between her moist lips. She kept her fingers
there while pretending to attack a particularly stubborn lump of gum.
Lauren stiffened noticeably, involuntarily increasing her grip on
Nikki's shoulder. Nikki quickly decided that there was still some
work to be done, and that sitting up there beside the bathroom sink
was not the place for a girl's first orgasm. Snipping more quickly
now, she moved her hands back to the cloth and had the whole piece
off within a minute.
"There, that wasn't too bad, was it? Now I'll get rid of the rest and
you'll be back to normal. Coffee time, I think," said Nikki, offering
one of the mugs to Lauren. They drank in silence, remaining in their
respective positions. Lauren noticed that she could clearly see
Nikki's nipples through her school blouse, and was convinced that
she had not seen them in such an aroused state since they had both
played with each other's breasts last summer. The thought vanished
from her mind as Nikki started to shake up the can of pasteurised
cream. Nikki squirted a little onto her hand and rubbed the cream
over the patch of stubble above Lauren's vagina, noticing to her
satisfaction that her state of arousal had reduced while they had
coffee.
"Hey, that's cold!"
With a smile, Nikki used the tips of her fingers to massage the cream
over Lauren's pussy lips and down towards her anus, bringing her
fingers back again between her pussy lips and up to Lauren's mouth.
"Have a taste" said Nikki, enticing Lauren with a mischievous smile.
Lauren's tongue slowly curved up as she lowered her head towards
the cream-covered hand and licked Nikki's middle finger, from the
bottom to the top, to the bottom, and then all around as she took it in
her mouth. Once the finger was cleaned of cream, Lauren leaned back
on the medicine cabinet and giggled in an almost drunken fashion.
"Oh God, this is so ...." She smiled, her head inclined slightly to the
right as she looked at Nikki through half open eyes.
Nikki sprayed a little more cream and administered it to the stubble
again. Taking one of the razors from the sink in her right hand, she
checked Lauren's posture. She was still sitting approximately how
she had been earlier, but Nikki pushed her left foot tightly in against
her bottom to make sure that she had the best possible access to her
vagina and the patch of cream that seemed to have covered much
more skin than necessary. Lauren's right leg continued to dangle over
the edge of the surface, while she propped herself up with her right
hand, and again placed her left hand on Nikki's shoulder.
With a cautious sweep from left to right, she removed a swathe of
cream and a little of the stubble. Lauren was pleased to note a
number of things, namely that she still had two legs, she hadn't
screamed and that the razor seemed to have cut through cleanly.
Nikki continued for a couple more strokes until the majority of the
upper stubble had been removed. She rinsed the razor in the basin
and stood up to survey the scene. It looked as one would have
expected. There was a very young girl with a happy face, beautiful
breasts, sitting by the sink, legs apart with her vagina covered in dairy
cream. Nikki saw Lauren looking down at the area where her pubic
hair had been, and noted the sweet face with such a look of innocence
in her eyes. The little mound of cream over the entrance to her vagina
looked so inviting, and Nikki felt her own body trembling slightly as
Lauren again ran a finger through the cream and tasted it with her
tongue. She would have loved to do the same, but there first came a
real test of dexterity where she had to shave the tiny amount of hair
that usually covered the upper reaches of her young pussy.
Changing razors, she bent down and pulled Lauren's left pussy lip
across her moist tunnel entrance using the thumb and forefinger of her
left hand at the bottom and top. Slowly, she ran the razor down
shaving the lip and turning it at the bottom, shaved her inner leg. She
repeated the process for the other lip. Taking a flannel, she rang out
the warm water and very gently placed it over Lauren's vagina.
"Hold that in place. Go and lie on you bed and I'll finish it off and
clean you up", she said, watching Lauren's little bottom wiggle as she
left the room. Nikki took a towel and placed it on the worktop. She
opened the medicine cabinet and helped herself to some small
scissors and a bottle of Baby Oil, wrapping them in the towel. She
went quickly next door to the toilet, and lifting her skirt, pulled down
her knickers and sat on the toilet. Looking down, she could see a
large damp patch in the gusset, evidence of her afternoon of fun. She
took the Baby Oil and dispensed the smallest amount onto her
fingers, guiding them to her pussy and around her clitoris. She wiped
her fingers on the toilet roll, flushed the toilet and left with her toys.
She found Lauren lying face up on her bed wearing a new blouse
although she had not bothered to fasten the buttons. The fading
sunlight of the early evening flooded the room, causing Lauren's tan
to be contrasted even more strongly by the whiteness of her blouse.
Her small breasts caused the material to rise slightly either side, and
her left nipple was just visible underneath the fabric. Her legs
stretched to the end of the bed, with her hairless pubic mound
between them beckoning invitingly. Lauren's head was inclined
towards the door, her lips were parted in the beginnings of a smile
and her eyes looked longingly at her best friend. Nikki placed her
towel on the bed and sat on the side as she had done less than an hour
ago, facing Lauren. Glancing at her bedside table, Nikki was pleased
to see that her small torch was as usual resting on a shelf.
"I'm going to make sure that all the little bits have gone, then I think
we had better make sure that when I put your knickers back on they
won't irritate you", said Nikki, glancing up and down Lauren's body.
Her gaze rested on the hairless vagina of her friend, and moving
Lauren's legs across to the far side of the bed, indicated that she
wanted to lie down alongside her to get a closer view. Lauren lifted
her bottom off the bed, pushing her pubic mound way into the air
(and much higher than necessary) and then let herself down again,
giving Nikki enough room to join her on the bed. She guessed
correctly that Lauren's sole purpose for the rest of the evening was to
reach orgasm - a desire that was growing into an obsession as
evidenced by the natural parting of her outer lips and the display of
her pretty pinkness. A copious quantity of lubrication had already
seeped out of her pussy, glistening in the evening sun.
Taking the torch, Nikki bent Lauren's legs and pulled her knees
apart. She flicked the switch on the torch, took hold of the small
scissors and positioned her head between Lauren's legs so that
Lauren had to put her right leg over Nikki's shoulder. She trained the
torch on her newly shaved pussy, noting that in fact she had done a
remarkably good job. There was no chewing gum to be seen, but she
had missed some small hairs above Lauren's clitoris, which were
easily accessible thanks to her aroused state. Moving Lauren's right
outer lip to the side, she gently snipped a couple of hairs, making a
few little noises to ensure that Lauren appreciated the effort involved
while preparing her for the stimulation that she was about to receive.
"There are some tiny bits of gum that we ought to get rid of if
possible. Hang on, I'll see what I can do" lied Nikki, putting the
scissors out of the way.
Very lightly, and very slowly, she ran her middle finger along the
outside of her labia, caressing gently her inner thighs, teasing with the
suggestion of more intimate caresses to follow. Down the right hand
side and up the left, then around the bottom. Nikki repeated the
movement a number of times, until she was both convinced that
Lauren's orgasm was gathering momentum and that Lauren realised
that this was pure sexual arousal rather than anything to do with the
gum anymore.
Lauren indeed understood what was happening, and her senses
focused on the light touch of Nikki's young fingers as she caressed
the smooth skin of her inner thighs. Her vagina felt heavenly as she
anticipated that longed for touch between her legs. The fingers drifted
slowly closer, moving from her thighs to just above her clitoris,
moving so gently around the outside of her pussy as Nikki teased,
aroused and excited her, promising to touch her very centre in a way
that nobody had ever touched her before. Lauren thought she would
scream any minute as her need to feel Nikki's fingers on her swollen
clitoris overtook all rationality she may have possessed. She moved
her whole body forward to engage her fingers only to sense Nikki
move out of the way, prolonging her foreplay as she began to tremble
slightly, her legs wobbling as her stomach fluttered delightfully. Nikki
watched as Lauren raised her legs, desperate for deeper stimulation
as she pulled her knees towards her chest.
Nikki reached beside Lauren for the Baby Oil and flipped the cap.
She let a small quantity drop onto the fingers of her right hand.
Resuming her position, she pulled the hood of her clitoris up and
exposed the little bud in all its splendor. She allowed a drop to fall
over it and again, delicately, massaged all around it. Taking a few
more drops, Nikki ensured that both inner lips were coated in the
magic potion causing them to glint in the torch light. Slowly, but
absolutely surely by now, Nikki inserted her index finger between the
folds of skin into her vagina, causing Lauren's legs to tremble once
again and move together. She withdrew her finger and again returned
to massaging her, waiting to discover whether this was either a shock
or a moment of intense pleasure.
"Nik, something's.....God, I feel so trembly..."
Nikki discovered a small, young hand exploring the area just above
her own knee. Nikki bent her right leg, allowing instant access to the
knickers inside her open skirt. She took the wandering hand and
pulled it gently up, allowing Lauren to feel the wetness from her
vagina, and run a finger between her own labia to give a sense of her
arousal. Shortly, she kissed Lauren above her pussy and slid her legs
around so that she was sitting facing Lauren, directly between her
legs and out of the reach of Lauren.
Nikki reached over Lauren's head, took a pillow and placed it
doubled up under Lauren's bottom. This extra-exposed view afforded
all the access she needed. Lubricating her right hand again, she
placed her left hand on the top of Lauren's pubic mound, and gently,
slowly, inserted two oil-covered fingers into the depths of Lauren's
pussy, this time pushing firmly all the way until her little finger lay
along the hot sweet valley of Lauren's young pussy. Lauren let out a
gargled groan as new sensations flooded her body, registering the two
fingers exploring deep inside her pussy. Nikki was convinced that
Lauren needed very little artificial lubrication, given the thick, slick
tunnel that she had encountered. With all the thoughtfulness of the
caring child that she was, she allowed Lauren to grow accustomed to
the sensations between her legs, before pushing slightly harder into
her, increasing the rate of stroking with her fingers as she employed
her other hand over her engorged clitoris. Nikki marveled at the
tightness of her pussy, and the grip on her fingers on every stroke,
which coincided with a now regular moan from Lauren. Slowly, she
withdrew her slippery fingers and took a swollen outer lip between
her thumb and finger, running up and down the length of it. She
swapped to the other lip, gently squeezing as Lauren twitched on her
bed.
Looking up at Lauren, she saw her running the palms of her hands
over her breasts, tweaking the nipples occasionally and massaging the
small cones in fevered activity. Her face was contorted seemingly in
pain, possibly because she felt she might not achieve orgasm, but
hopefully because the feeling of lust and sexual abandon had now
swept away her modesty, inhibitions and reserve in a tide of
unbridled desire for release. Nikki slipped two fingers back inside her
young friend as they both reveled in the new experience. Nikki took a
good look at Lauren's vagina, the position of her little brown hole,
and the secret folds of skin that were now fully exposed to her view.
Lauren raised her bottom in time with Nikki, and although the
syncronisation was (as to be expected from two young schoolgirls for
the first time) less than perfect, the effect when they did connect
served to provide deep penetration inside Lauren's pussy. Nikki
looked down at her fingers moving quickly in and out of her friend,
and parted her own legs in sympathy for her own pent-up desires. She
felt the walls of Lauren's vagina suddenly relax and then contract just
as Lauren screwed up her eyes and brought her hands from her
breasts down in between her legs to rest the palms of her hands either
side of her virgin pussy. Lauren grabbed her feet and pulled them
wide and back above her body, in the process giving Nikki maximum
room to administer her therapy.
Lauren's thrusting was curtailed by her position, but her whimpering
gave Nikki the timing cue she needed, understanding from her own
efforts how close her friend must be at that moment. Deciding to take
her the rest of the way, she increased the depth and rate of her finger
fucking, turning her fingers on the way in and out to stimulate every
conceivable surface inside her beautiful friend.
"Oh, Jeeze!..... Something's going to happen!" panted Lauren, a look
of shock across her sweaty face.
She bucked violently on top of the pillow, pushing herself high off the
bed, maximising the power of the thrusting fingers that penetrated
her. Sensing the final hill, Nikki pushed deep into her and put her free
hand underneath her bottom, grabbing her cheeks while she
maintained her rate of finger fucking, pushing hard on each down
stroke to enter as far as possible. Lauren started to say something, but
no words followed, even though Nikki could see she was trying to
speak. Her orgasm engulfed her as she felt the walls of her vagina
pulsing and gripping the fingers rhythmically at first, giving way to
random seizures of pleasure in sympathy with contractions of her
vagina. After what seemed like eternity, Lauren exhaled loudly and
took in a deep breath, releasing her vice-like grip on her feet and
allowing her knees to bend slightly into a more relaxed position.
Nikki slowly removed her fingers, and helped Lauren to lower her
legs onto the bed. She then pushed Lauren onto her side and arranged
her in a fetal position. Laying now the correct way on the bed, she
maneuvered herself alongside and put her right arm around her waist.
Nikki kissed the back of her head and pulled Lauren tightly to her,
cupping her right breast. A feint smile passed across Lauren's lips as
she drifted into the arms of Morpheus.
End of Chapter 2b
Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (3-4/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 17 Jul 1997 16:46:30 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 3
It was over an hour before Lauren woke up, finding Nikki still
cuddling her and breathing gently. She carefully moved her arm, and
slid off the bed. From a drawer she took a pair of knickers and slowly
pulled them up and into place. She was relieved to discover that there
was no particular pain or chaffing as she could have expected. She
buttoned up her blouse, picked up her skirt off the floor and made her
way to the bathroom. Nikki had evidently cleaned up before they
went into the bedroom as it was perfectly neat and tidy. Lauren was
aware that while she could feel her now hairless pussy, she really
wanted to know what it looked like. The bathroom afforded no means
of discovery, and so she padded out down the passageway into her
parents room.
The largest bedroom was also the brightest, and even in the late
evening sun was bright enough for her purposes without switching on
the light. Lauren walked across to the wardrobe and looked at her
image in the big mirror that covered one of the doors. As she parted
her legs she concluded that superficially there was no difference in
her appearance. She watched her right hand move across her stomach
and down between her legs, searching for any new feelings or
sensations that might be found as a result of her misfortunes. Lauren
considered that she was very lucky to have been able to get rid of the
gum so quickly, but even as this thought passed through her mind, her
attention was grabbed forcefully by the `apres-shave' that had taken
place with Nikki. There was definitely, in her mind, some
rationalisation that was required with respect to their love-making.
While for someone ten years older the act of masturbating with a
friend would have been a major turning point in that persons life,
Lauren had no such considerations. She knew that other school
friends were doing something similar, and moreover, there was no
long-term agenda attached to their playing. And so her feelings
towards Nikki were separated from the afternoon activities they had
enjoyed and Lauren felt inwardly reassured that she was simply
growing up rather than embarking on a course into dangerous
territory.
Lauren put her thumbs into the sides of her knickers and pulled them
down. She kicked them over into the corner of the room, and sat
down in front of the mirror. Sunlight streamed through the window,
illuminating her legs and providing her with a perfect opportunity to
view Nikki's efforts. She bent her legs and parting them to expose
her vagina, put her feet up against the mirror and leaned back on her
left hand. Strangely, the first thing that Lauren noticed was that she
had a freckle just above her clitoris. She rubbed her thumb over it and
proved to herself that it was real. Looking at the view in it's entirety
caused her to grin widely. What a fabulous sight she thought, noting
that yet again, her pink inner lips were pushing their way out allowing
a view of the inverted V of the hood over her clitoris. Lauren noted
that there was probably some of the Baby Oil inside her as it
glistened still in the sunlight. As she ran her finger over her inner lips,
she quickly gasped. Lauren realised that she was a little tender.
Lauren dressed and went back into her own bedroom to find Nikki
still asleep, but now curled up tightly facing away from her. She put
her hand on her thigh and gave her a little shake. Nikki stirred, and
rolled over onto her back. Lauren didn't bother to move her hand,
which was now in between Nikki's legs. Nikki slowly opened her
eyes and smiled at Lauren. She followed Lauren downstairs into the
kitchen, noting that it was now seven o'clock.
"What are you doing tomorrow evening?" asked Nikki as she took
plates from the cupboard. Lauren was reading the instructions on the
microwave packet for their meal that she had taken from the freezer.
"Don't know, nothing much. I expect I'll talk to Mike and find out
what he's been doing. After all, I only see him when he comes home
for the school holidays, and we had quite a good laugh last time he
was here at Easter". Lauren remembered that they had exchanged
confidences about their loves (he had many, and Lauren had none)
and Lauren had felt that at last she could now talk to Mike without
him treating her like his baby sister. Lauren was also pretty sure that
Nikki had designs on her brother after the looks that passed between
them the day they met. As Lauren mentally ran through her Friday
schedule, it suddenly dawned on her.
"Oh Shit, I've got that doctor's check-thing!" squealed Lauren,
frozen to the spot.
"So what, we've all got to have them" replied Nikki. Half the class
had already visited the local clinic for their pre-teen well-woman
checkup which had been mandated as part of the area's health policy.
"Yeah, but how do I explain what's happened down here?" said
Lauren, pointing to her skirt.
"Relax, just say you are on the swim team, or gymnastics or
something. That's what Elena did!" offered Nikki in a tone that
assumed there was nothing left to discuss.
"How do you know she said that? I didn't hear about it. Do you think
they will believe me?"
"Of course. And what if they don't, they can't do anything, can
they?" answered Nikki as she laid the table, clearly amused at
Lauren's concern about her unavoidable denouement at the hands of
the local doctor.
Lauren silently ran through the possible scenarios and her responses
to awkward questions. She decided that if asked she would say that
she was on the swim team and leave it at that. Dismissing further
thoughts from her mind, she served the meal and the two girls sat
down to eat. There was no mention about their previous intimacy, and
the main topic of conversation concerned Lauren's forthcoming day
as bridesmaid to the girl who used to be the household baby-sitter,
AnneMarie. They discussed dresses and styles, and eventually
determined that it was worth a visit to Interlaken to choose a suitable
pattern. The dress itself would be made by a friend of Lauren's
mother, Kristal.
After the meal Nikki asked if she could be excused the washing up
and leave for her house. Lauren was happy to let her friend off the
chores and the two girls hugged each other on the doorstep. Lauren
lightly kissed Nikki on the forehead and whispered `Thank You' as
they parted.
Her kitchen duties only took a few minutes, and Lauren then went
back upstairs into her bedroom with her mothers magazine to prepare
for a bath. Stripping off all her clothes she raised her hands above her
head and stretched. In the bathroom, she ran the water and added
some essence to provide a soothing scent and a great deal of bubbles.
She lay down in the water for a few minutes, relaxing with her eyes
closed and running through the evenings events. There were aspects
of their intimacy that she found very suprising, not least that she had
allowed it to happen, but secondly that she had enjoyed it so much.
The warm water, bubbles and her thoughts all served to content her to
the point that if she had been a cat, she would have purred loudly.
Stirring from her reverie, she opened the magazine and continued to
read about the problems that afflicted, it seemed, every reader of the
publication. Of particular interest was the article from a woman who
complained about the taste of her husbands cum, and her nervousness
about allowing him to come in her mouth. The article explained that
the husband came all over her face, hair and breasts, which was not a
problem. But for Lauren, this was a revelation in that she had heard
that boys produced a lot of sticky stuff when they orgasmed, but she
was unaware that it could be so much. She also gleaned from the
story the methods the woman used to bring her husband to climax and
the most sensitive areas of his cock. Her thoughts drifted back to
Mike, and she wondered if he had had sex with any girl since they
last spoke. He had confided last time that a girl in the same town as
his school had played with his cock but she hadn't asked about
whether he had orgasmed. She would have to find out.
Lauren knelt in the bath, and with the soap, cleaned her stomach and
between her legs. Her soapy hands roamed over the little mounds of
her bottom, running between her cheeks and, as she parted her legs as
far as the bath would allow, she introduced her little anus to the
pleasures of a soapy finger. She was so surprised by the effect to the
point of being shocked as to why she had never really experimented
before with her bottom. Gradually, and with a finger renewed with
soap, she slowly pushed her finger into the crinkled little hole. The
completely new sensation was tempered by a feeling of acting dirty
and improperly. However, it was clear which emotion gained the
upper hand as Lauren stood in the bath and, holding onto the
medicine cabinet with her left hand, she placed her left leg on the side
of the bath.
The view between her legs would have been stunning to anyone who
walked in at the time, the cheeks of her little bottom separated by the
position of her legs, and her shaved pussy lips parted to reveal not
just her inner folds but a wonderful view inside her as her whole
tunnel opened as though begging for attention. Her clitoris stood
proudly out from underneath its normally protective hood as her
fingers slid underneath her, over her stomach and felt that total lack
of hair between her legs. Taking the soap, Lauren explored every
possible source for new feelings and sensations, again coming to rest
at her anus. She dropped the soap into the bath and massaged the
hole, probing slowly but further and further, deeper and deeper until
she was sure that she was not doing herself any damage. The feeling
of guilt subsided into one of pleasure, not as intense as that produced
by Nikki, but nonetheless very satisfying. After a couple of minutes,
she made her mind up that she would bring herself to orgasm, and so
she let half the water out of the bath and sat down again just in case
she fell over.
The room was warm as she leant her head against the towel she had
placed at the end of the bath. Her fingers again found her clitoris and
ran around the delicate little bud in slow, light circles. Her legs
involuntarily parted to accommodate her attention, and she felt her
anus more forcefully now, a warm glow emanating from her newly
discovered source of fun. Lauren really wanted to use both hands, so
she moved the towel to the side of the bath and turned to face the
wall, causing her to squash up into the width of the tub. But now she
could rub her clitoris with the fingers of her left hand while pushing
firmly into her bottom with her other hand.
Her legs were straight, stretched pointing to the ends of the bath, and
her head was right back on the towel so she would have had a view
of the ceiling if she had opened her eyes. Instead, she had visions of
Nikki and Mike, alternately, as she fantasised and masturbated
wildly. She felt the signs of her orgasm approaching as her stomach
muscles tightened and her face screwed up. Her finger was now
simply pushed as far as it would go into her anus, while her left hand
continued to flash across her clitoris and now and then her fingers
would disappear into her pussy, only to re-emerge with a slight
slurping noise, covered in thick secretions, to return to their duty. Her
fantasy finally conjured up a picture of Mike coming over Lauren and
Nikki's naked breasts as they both had their hands on his enormous
cock. As the orgasm reached her, she had the presence of mind to
keep quiet just in case anyone had come home without her knowing,
but the sound she might have made with her open mouth was
exchanged for a violent movement of her head in time with a final
push into her anus with her finger. She lunged forward and back
against the bath, hitting her head on the side covered with the towel
as she grunted. Although she was dimly aware that she had banged
her head, she was not going to stop as the waves of pleasure took
command. She stopped rubbing her clitoris to roughly place her hand
over her pubic mound as though to grab it all and squeeze it together.
Her leg muscles ached badly, but there was a rapidly increasing
warmth as her body spasmed in the throes of ecstasy for almost a
minute. As they subsided, she slowly pulled her finger out of her
anus, causing another wave of pleasure to ripple though her as beads
of sweat formed into rivulets and trickled down her face.
Eventually, she turned and stretched out fully in the remainder of the
water, soaking up the last of the magic, eyes closed again. For almost
ten minutes she remained motionless in the water, as waves of
pleasure subsided and a feeling of calm and contentment carried her
to a lofty plateau of peace and tranquillity. At last she returned to
reality and stepped carefully out of the bath, noting that she felt a
little light-headed as she wrapped the towel around her shoulders.
She saw in the mirror that her hair was matted and feeling the ends
confirmed that it needed drying. As she explored her hair, she
encountered the bump she had sustained, and marveled not at the
slight pain to her touch but at the energy released during her orgasm.
Lauren wondered if everyone felt the same way during sex and
decided she would probably never know.
She dried her hair and let the hot air stream play across her breasts,
legs and over her pubic mound. It tickled slightly and she stopped
when she realised that it was making her too dry between her legs.
Taking a little Baby Oil, she remedied the situation by rubbing the
tiniest of amounts onto her pussy lips. Noticing that she was, yet
again, becoming aroused, she stopped and after clearing up, went into
her bedroom with a feeling that she was becoming a slave to her
sexual desires. While this was not strictly true, it was hard for her to
feel any other way given that today she had had the first orgasm of
her life, followed by another, all in the space of a few hours. So
Lauren arrived at the conclusion that she was in an experimental
stage and there was no harm in finding out as much as she could,
especially as everyone else was doing the same. It was therefore with
some satisfaction that she pulled on only a T-Shirt that barely covered
her bottom, and went downstairs whistling a tune.
Lauren made sure that the plates were put back in the cupboards, and
standing again on the bottom rung of the stool, she reached up and
put away the dishes that they had used. As she stretched the true
shape of her legs was displayed through the back door for anyone to
see, along with a perfect view of the cheeks of her bottom and the
delightful valley of her pussy.
Switching off the light, she passed the stairs and opened the door of
the lounge. She checked that everything was in order, shut the door
and went upstairs to bed. She would talk to her mother and Mike
tomorrow and get an early night. Indeed, it was an early night, and
probably she slept as soundly as she had ever done before, content in
the knowledge that she was rapidly progressing from a giggly
schoolgirl into a blossoming teenager.
Chapter 4
Friday 10th July
Lauren woke at 7 o'clock, switched off her alarm and went through
her daily routine of preparing for school. Over breakfast, she
mentioned the visit to the doctors and said she would be a little late
that evening. Her mother fully agreed with the medical program that
was available and wished it had been introduced while she was
Lauren's age.
School was uneventful that Friday, with the exception of the dinner
queue, when Nikki pinched her bottom and grinned mischievously as
usual at her. Unspoken words were exchanged that served to cement
the bond between the two girls and confirm that their intimacy the
previous evening was neither forgotten nor was it likely to be an
isolated event.
After school, Lauren made her way past the Bus Stop and on down
the hill towards the doctor's surgery. The cobbled little streets that
led off the main road through Andleburg echoed as she strode along
the narrow pavement. Away from the traffic, she could hear the
voices of children playing in the courtyards behind the front doors of
the apartment buildings. Cafes and delicatessens along the road
offered traditional Swiss food until late at night, their aroma mingling
in the afternoon air. Old men sat outside, sipping beer as they played
dominoes or simply watched the world go by, the distinctive smell of
Gauloise hanging in the air as the occasional dog ferreted around
underneath the tables. Lauren hurried along, walking quickly, anxious
to get the medical examination over as quickly as possible.
She entered, confirmed her name with the young receptionist and,
moving the copy of Bild off so that she could sit down, took a seat in
the corner, concerned that she was the only schoolgirl in the reception
area. She clasped her hands tightly together over her crossed legs,
well aware that she not only hated the doctors but that nobody (with
the exception of Nikki now) had seen her most private parts (except
in the showers), for many years. She had seen Dr. Bonner about two
years ago for a throat infection, but apart from that, nothing. And so it
was with some trepidation that she entered his room when he called
her name.
The doctor's office was white. Everywhere. Even his desk in the
corner was white. A bed ran along the length of the office on the
other side, above which was a light and some tubes which Lauren had
never seen before. There was an eye chart next to the door and a big
poster of the blood system. Food and diet information alongside the
poster completed the decorations on the walls. Dr. Bonner was
probably 60 years old and had a great shock of Einstein-like white
hair. Lauren did note however that his shoes were brown as she
nervously looked at the floor.
"Hi Lauren, how are you today?" he asked, motioning to the seat next
to his desk. He tapped a couple of keys on his terminal and read her
medical history while nodding sagely at the screen.
"I'm fine. How are you?" responded Lauren, immediately thinking
that that was a really stupid thing to have said.
"Oh, I'm very well" said Dr. Bonner, smiling broadly at her. "Now,
we're going to make sure you're OK inside. Has anyone explained
the importance of these little check-ups?".
Lauren said that the school had outlined the process some time ago
and so the doctor launched into his standard speech about female
well-being, the need for regular vigilance and the fact that there is
nothing to worry about. He mentioned about the actual internal
examination that he would do, that it was very quick and painless and
completely confidential, as was everything in the surgery. Lauren
relaxed slightly until she heard (again) about the internal examination,
in much the same language as she had heard at school, but not with
the same words as had been relayed around the playground. Dr.
Bonner proceeded to take her blood pressure and satisfy himself that
she had some. Lauren stared at her white socks and little blue skirt,
feeling the pressure of the band around her arm as she heard him
pump up the bulb and then let out the air.
"Good, so, when you're ready, take off everything including your
knickers, and jump up onto the bed over here. You can leave just
your skirt on if you like. We'll have a quick look and have you out of
here in no time" said Dr. Bonner, standing up and making sure there
was a sheet on the bed. Lauren obligingly turned away from the
doctor and slipped off her knickers. She dropped them to the floor,
kicking them once again when she noticed signs of the day's wear
uppermost. She removed her blouse and bra and dumped them
unceremoniously with her knickers before climbing onto the bed.
With her legs firmly together, she let both her hands rest firmly over
her skirt. Dr. Bonner took his position at her head and slowly moved
the end of his stethoscope over her chest. The cold end made her
jump slightly and the doctor apologised with a smile. It was clear to
Lauren that he was finding the whole episode as difficult as she was.
"Hands behind your head, please. Any dizzy spells, or feelings of
nausea? he asked, listening to her breathing.
"No, I don't think so" said Lauren, conscious of her racing heart.
"Any feelings of cramps in your tummy, burning sensations when you
go to the toilet?" He pulled the stethoscope from his ears and
proceeded to feel her breasts, circling around the little mounds. He
brushed the slightly erect nipples with his fingers and felt around her
armpits.
"No" said Lauren, watching his fingers wandering over her.
"What about here. Any pain from your nipples, or strange feelings
from your breasts?" His fingers probed and kneaded around her
stomach, descending slowly towards her skirt.
"Deep breath, please. And out again. That's fine, now shoot down to
the end here and bring your knees up" he said as he moved round to
the foot of the bed. He felt his way along her thighs, and parted her
legs slightly as he probed closer to her sex. He brought up the
stirrups, placed Lauren's legs into them and dropped away the end of
the examination table. She had been maneuvered into the position so
quickly that she had little time to react and therefore found it to be
less distasteful that she had imagined. Her skirt still covered much of
her pubic region, although as the doctor adjusted the stirrups further
apart, her skirt rode silently up her thighs until Lauren felt sure that
even though the doctor was standing, he could see every intimate part
of her.
"Now, I'm going to open you up a little and take a quick swab. It
might tickle a little", he said as he sat down again and trained the
light in between her legs. Lauren suddenly remembered that she had
recently lost her pubic hair and strained her head upwards to see if
there was any expression of disgust on the doctor's face. He
continued to nod and chatter to himself, and Lauren assumed that he
had probably done this thousands of times and was bored seeing
inside women. She certainly hoped so as she stared at the ceiling and
braced herself for the intrusion.
Dr. Bonner had a view right up from Lauren's anus all the way to her
head, with her skirt hiked up to reveal the whole of her pubic region.
Her pussy lips were now slightly open in a very mild state of
arousal. He moved closer to her thighs and pulled on a pair of latex
gloves. First he spread her outer lips wide apart and touched all
along them. He gently pushed the hood of Lauren's young clitoris
back and forth before pushing it all the way up to fully expose her
clit. Lauren jerked up involuntarily and squirmed under the touch.
"Does that hurt?" he asked.
"No, just a little, er you know" stuttered Lauren, thinking that of
course it damn well affected her.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked, returning his fingers to the
sweet valley of her vaginal lips and the little treasure beyond.
"No"
Taking a tube of KY Jelly, the doctor spread copious amounts around
her lips, ensuring that there was sufficient at the entrance to her
vagina to be taken by the speculum as it entered.
"Have you ever felt any lumps or spots inside you?"
"Er, no."
"OK, now I'd like you to just relax while I take a sample. This will
feel just like it does when you put your own fingers inside you. Do
you do that?" he asked.
"Er, now and again, you know" said Lauren, blushing.
"That's OK, you'll find it quite pleasant, but keep your fingers clean,
won't you. All girls your age experiment, you know" he said,
presenting the KY-covered device to her entrance and pushing it
gently into her.
"Ohh" she squealed as she felt it entering her. It's steely hardness
caught her by surprise as she closed her eyes and held her breath. Her
hands gripped the side of the bed tightly as the cold device plowed
into her.
Turning it, he quickly opened the speculum and looked inside. Lauren
was not enjoying the sensation of being examined, but in the back of
her mind there was something about it that fascinated her, if only she
could determine what it was. She felt the strangest contrast between
the warmth of her insides and the coldness of the speculum, much
like she had felt with Nikki had shaved her. Then it had been the
incongruity of the slick razor and the warming feeling that had been
born within her for Nikki. She smiled as she remembered that the two
feelings had merged together later in her bedroom when she came
with such force that she thought she might have wet herself. Lauren
felt a stirring deep inside.
"That's it. All done!" he said, releasing the device after a minute and
pulling it out of her. He took hold of a box of tissues and wiped her
carefully, removing as much of the lubricant as possible from the
swollen lips of her vagina. He took a second tissue and wiped the
area from her vagina to her anus, ending with a swift circular motion
around her little hole. He peered down closely at her anus.
"Ever have any swelling here, and spots or discomfort?" he asked,
probing her hole with his gloved hand. He inserted his finger very
slightly, and removed it, watching the muscles dilate.
"No, no problems at all" replied Lauren, now sure that she must be
obviously aroused, especially after her thoughts about Nikki and the
attention the doctor had paid to her pussy and bottom.
"That's good, you can jump down now and get dressed. Use more of
the tissues if you need them," he said, removing his gloves and
dropping them into the bin.
Lauren swung her legs over the examination table and jumped to the
floor. Turning away from Dr. Bonner - who was now busy typing into
his terminal - she wiped herself clean with the tissues as best she
could. Lauren was more anxious to get her knickers back on rather
than completely get rid of the remainder of the KY jelly from her
vagina. She pulled her knickers up and sat back down on the chair
next to his desk.
"Right Lauren, everything seems to be fine. We'll get the results back
from the lab pretty soon, but there's no reason at all to believe that it
will be anything except negative". He paused and looked back at the
terminal. "Lauren, do you mind if I ask why you have removed the
hair from your vagina?"
"Someone at school put chewing gum on it" she said immediately,
abandoning the swim team excuse.
"You should be careful that you don't cut yourself, it's very difficult
to do it yourself" said Dr. Bonner, indicating that he had seen such a
problem before.
"Someone helped me" said Lauren and then added, quickly, "A
girlfriend - she was very careful". Lauren looked at the doctor hoping
for a smile or confirmation that this was acceptable.
"When you shave around your vagina you must use clean equipment -
and throw it away if you can afterwards. Any dirt or rusty blades
could cause a very serious infection which might affect you all your
life. You should also be careful not to introduce germs from your
anus into your vaginal area - it's easily done if you're not careful.
And you shouldn't do it too often or you may make the area very
sensitive. Apart from that, your friend seems to have done a very
good job. You're lucky to have someone to help you out like that - it
could be quite an embarrassing situation"
"I know. She was so kind about it. I'll repay her somehow,
sometime" said Lauren, somewhat lost in thought.
Flamboyantly pressing a key on his terminal, Dr. Bonner stood up
and smiled.
"Treasure her, she sounds like an angel" he said, indicating the door.
Lauren left the doctors office and went out into the street. She was
confused as to how she ended up telling him about Nikki and what
they had done. But she also felt reassured and comforted by his kind
words. She caught the usual bus back home and went indoors. During
tea she confided in her mother about the doctors visit and confirmed
that she had been given an internal examination. Her mother stated
that she had to have one about once a year and didn't like them
either. Lauren felt very pleased that she had been able to discuss such
adult matters not only with the doctor but also with her mother.
However, she didn't see any sense in mentioning to her the chewing
gum episode.
Lauren watched television for about an hour, then went to her room
to do her homework. At about 9 o'clock, she heard that Mike was
staying at his schoolfriend's house who happened to also live in the
same area, so she had a quick wash and went to bed.
End of Chapter 4
Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (5/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 17 Jul 1997 16:45:32 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 5
Saturday 11th July
Nikki rang the doorbell to Lauren's house at precisely 10 o'clock the
next morning, to be greeted by Lauren's mother, who informed her
that Lauren was not yet up, but Nikki was welcome to take a cup of
coffee up to her and throw her out of bed. Obligingly, Nikki made a
cup of coffee and went upstairs. Lauren was curled up in bed, facing
the window with the curtains still drawn. Nikki placed the coffee on
the bedside table and pulled the curtains open, allowing the day's
sunlight to enter the room, and causing Lauren to stir.
"Hey, it's three o'clock in the afternoon - time to get up" shouted
Nikki.
"Do what?" said Lauren, squinting in the light at her clock. "Stupid,
it's only ten. What are we going to do today? Shall we go to town?"
she asked, stretching so that she touched the wall above her bed.
"Don't know, is there anything you need to buy?" asked Nikki,
sitting beside her.
"No, I'd like to see what Mike is doing. I haven't seen him yet, is he
downstairs?" asked Lauren drinking her coffee.
"Lori!" shouted her mother from the stairs, "Do you want to go
swimming today with Mike - he's going to the pool at about midday."
"I don't know. I'll have a think" shouted Lauren, and then to Nikki,
"Well, that answers that, shall we go?"
"Yes, definitely, it'll be a laugh, and I like the pool, it's better than
the one at my Dad's hotel."
"OK, we'll go too" shouted Lauren.
And so, eventually, Lauren got out of bed and went to the bathroom
while Nikki sat and looked at Lauren's attempts at her homework.
Lauren was quite a conscientious worker at times, even though her
head seemed to be in the clouds for most of the day. Lauren returned,
shut her bedroom door and pulled off her over-sized T-Shirt that she
slept in to reveal her naked body. Nikki looked at her and grinned.
"Bet your brother finds you a turn-on" mocked Nikki.
"You're crazy, and anyway, your tits are bigger than mine. I know he
fancies you from the way he looks at you," replied Lauren, facing
Nikki while she pulled on her bikini bottom. "Here, you'd better
borrow this" she added, throwing a blue bikini to Nikki. While
Lauren finished dressing, Nikki took off her own T-Shirt to reveal a
small lace bra that had little to do with providing support and much to
do with presenting a sexy image. Reaching behind, she unclasped it
and dropped it on the bed. Provocatively, she turned towards Lauren
and undid the top button of her jeans, followed by the zip. Lauren
could see her text-book breasts as they bounced very slightly. As
Nikki lowered her jeans, Lauren saw an expanse of skin which would
normally have been covered by her schoolgirl knickers. Today
however, she was wearing a deeply cut pair of lace knickers, quite
over-the-top for shopping in town. Nikki removed her jeans and stood
there in her knickers and white socks, with her thumbs hooked into
the waistband, ready to pull them down. Although Lauren was trying
not to look, she was envious of both her friend's underwear and her
figure. Nikki pulled down her knickers to her knees and absently
scratched her bottom as though an itch had interrupted her. Slowly,
she moved her legs up and down while itching so that the knickers
fell to the floor, leaving her naked. She took the bikini bottom and
pretended to look at the material closely.
"What's up?" asked Lauren with a puzzled look on her face.
"Just checking for gum. You can't be too careful!" joked Nikki.
"Stupid. Hey, that's what the doctor told me" said Lauren with a grin.
"Oh, tell me, tell me!" whispered Nikki, sitting on Lauren's bed, still
holding the blue bikini.
And so Lauren recounted her tale of the doctor's surgery, while using
the opportunity to take a good look at Nikki's breasts and compare
them with her own. They were indeed a couple of sizes bigger,
probably 33 inches at least, and had elegant nipples which were in
perfect proportion to her breasts. When she told her that she hadn't
used the swimming team excuse but had told him exactly what
happened, Nikki collapsed back onto the bed in laughter, staring at
the ceiling and shaking her head from side to side. Lauren had a
perfect view of Nikki's mound and could just see the top of the slit of
her pussy lips through her pubic hair. Lauren stared at the sight, and
found her eyes wandering over her protruding pelvic bones, past her
ribs as they stuck out, up to her friend's breasts which looked like
two little hillocks capped by her erect little nipples. Lauren seized the
moment, much to her own surprise, and knelt down by the bed to talk
to Nikki more closely. She put her right hand on Nikki's leg, just
above the knee.
"Hey, I didn't tell him your name or anything" said Lauren in an
apologetic voice, looking over Nikki's breasts at her broad smile.
"That's OK, what else did he say?" said Nikki after a long pause.
"Oh, that you did a good job and took a lot of care", said Lauren,
running her fingers higher up the little girl's leg in increasingly larger
movements. Nikki's breathing became deeper, more regular as she
stretched out, letting her hair tumble down over the other side of the
bed. She flexed her toes and fingers. Nikki waited several minutes
before speaking again.
"Did he ask you about boys?" she said, as her stomach muscles
rippled and her left knee moved imperceptibly away as she bent her
leg.
"No, but I expect he got all the information he needed with the thing
he put in" said Lauren, whose hand was now resting on Nikki's
pelvis. Lauren moved so that she was above Nikki's knees and had a
better view of her friends aroused sex.
"I had to lie on his couch naked, and he covered my pussy with this
jelly stuff. Then he put the speculum inside. God! It was really cold,
and bigger than I thought!" explained Lauren. Her hand slowly
circled around her stomach, using her belly button as a center and
then wandered down, brushing the top of her pubic hair. Nikki
murmured several sounds of pleasure as Lauren worked back down
her legs, and then started to caress the inside on the way up, causing
Nikki to part her legs very slightly again.
Nikki pulled herself up to sit crossed legged and guided Lauren's
hand with her own down to her vagina. Lauren gasped as she felt the
soft folds of her friends inner lips, and felt a quivering within her own
body as Nikki took her middle finger and ran it down through her
pubic hair and over her clitoris.
"Lori, I think we should stop. You make me so wet, but I don't want
you to do it yet, not while your mum's here. And I want to make it
very special".
Lauren looked at Nikki dejectedly. "I want you to have the same
experience. I want to know if it's as good for you as it was when you
did it to me, that's all" said Lauren, feeling like an unwanted pet.
"We will, but not now. Let's get dressed and have some breakfast"
Nikki said, pulling on the bikini bottoms. Nikki smiled. She seemed
pleased, maybe even flattered that Lauren had genuine desires for
her. She paused momentarily as though she was reconsidering her
decision, but then continued to pull on her clothes. Once the girls
were fully dressed, they went downstairs to find Mike eating
breakfast with their father and reading the newspaper.
Lauren bounced out of her dejected mood when she saw her brother,
and he came over to give her a hug.
"You look good! Hi Nikki!", said Mike with his arm around Lauren's
shoulders.
"Glad you're home. We're coming with you today", grinned Lauren
looking up at her brother. He had grown, again. Every time she saw
him he seemed to be bigger. The strange thing was that while Lauren
had wavy hair, Mike's was tightly curled even though it was roughly
the same colour. He too had a naturally tanned face, accentuated by
his obvious participation in outdoor sports. He wore a stripy rugby-
style shirt, with the sleeves rolled up and blue jeans with white
trainers. And for once, thought Lauren, they really were white rather
than looking like he had had them for several years.
"I like that idea", said Mike, looking in turn at both girls. "Mum said
she would drive us there before they goes on to Aunt Francie's place
for lunch. I'm going to get my trunks". And so Mike bounded
upstairs and into his bedroom.
"Be careful down at that pool. I'm still worried that they don't have
any proper people looking after you even though that girl drowned
last year." said her father, looking sternly.
"Come with us! It would be fun, Daddy!" said Lauren, holding his
arm.
"Go on Maurice, why don't you go with them? asked her mother.
"Oh no. I'm too old for that sort of thing. Maybe when I was
younger"
"When you were a boy, you mean"
"Yes, we did have swimming pools, you know. They're not a recent
invention!"
Her father went into lounge and through into the dining room. The
dining area had rarely been used, and would soon resemble a library
rather than a place to entertain friends. He was a bright man, clever
with words and possessed an agile mind. He was pleased to see that
Lauren had inherited the same capacity for thought even though she
rarely exhibited it due to her constant dreaming. Mike, he thought,
received his good grades and achieved success through sheer hard
work.
Ever since he changed job and joined Internal Research, the reading
and writing element of his work had increased without the
corresponding decrease in other duties. He loved his job, relished the
constant learning process that occupied his mind, and craved for the
occasional detective work that required initiative and deep thought
when tracking down the most elusive of clues. His investigative
powers were sometimes turned to finding the source of illegal meat
imports, or fraudulent users of government resources. He had even
quite recently been asked to investigate vote rigging in one of the
local referendums. He ran his finger along the shelves of books that
were divided between work related and recreation, and pulled out a
couple - light reading for the journey. Maybe possible reading
material while at Aunt Francie's. Now there was a thought. Maurice
took a look at his diary for the coming week and nodded to himself.
Lauren and Nikki had their breakfast in record time, and almost
willingly helped with the dishes.
"Why do we have to dry the dishes, we could just leave them to dry
themselves." moaned Lauren, knowing the answer.
"Because they dry all smeary, that's why. Why do you always ask?
said her mother.
"Do we have to do the frying pan as well?"
"Just do it. Then we can get out to the pool" replied her mother.
"Mum, can you lend me thirty francs?"
"Lend? When will I see it again?"
"Dad will repay you from my pocket money. Oh go on!" whined
Lauren.
"Speak to your father then. Why do you need so much?"
"Oh, just in case I see something. Or we have to get the bus home"
said Lauren, playing the safety card.
"I'll see. Come on. let's get going. Have you got your towels?" She
fussed around the children, pleased that Mike was taking Lauren out
to the pool, and that Nikki would be joining them. She had seen the
glint in her son's eye when he heard Nikki would also be going and
hoped they could become friends, even though they would have very
little time to get to know one another during the summer holidays.
All three children bundled into the car and set off for the pool, Mike
carrying an inflatable beach ball. Lauren once again reminded
everyone that she could not get her ears wet because of the headaches
it caused. While her mother was unconvinced that this was the real
cause, she agreed that Lauren should not go diving in at the pool.
They listened to some of Mike's school tales during the short car
journey and learned that he had been a co-star in the end of term
school play.
As they passed through the white ticket hall, the girls descended the
green and white steps into the female changing area as shouts and
whistles echoed and locker doors slammed around them. Giggling,
Lauren and Nikki stuffed their clothes and towels into a single locker,
the latter slipping the key with the big rubber band over her ankle.
Nikki managed to push Lauren into the cold water trough intended to
clean their feet as they emerged into the daylight, squealing and
laughing. Mike was waiting by the exit to the men's area and both
girls peeked through the doorway hoping for a glimpse of something
interesting, without success.
The open-air pool was 25 meters long and surrounded by grass with a
shallow end for babies and children and a deep end with diving
boards for those who were proficient swimmers. By the edge,
equidistant between the two ends was a tower for the life-guard.
Lauren was surprised to see a particularly attractive blond girl sitting
there, watching the crowd through her sunglasses. She noted that
Mike was already looking at her as he walked towards the diving
boards, dropping the ball on the grass near the ladders. Lauren and
Nikki made their way to the shallow end and walked into the water,
splashing themselves gently to get accustomed to the temperature.
However, the sun was beating down and the air temperature of 30
degrees meant that the water was very warm. They swam slowly
from the shallow end to roughly the middle, and held onto the edge as
they looked for people they knew.
Mike dived into the pool and surfaced on the edge opposite the life
guard, pulled himself out of the water and walked back to dive again.
"Your brother looks good. He's so strong!" said Nikki, clearly
enticed by the sight of him diving in. Both girls watched for a while
as Mike tried out different boards. "Bet you're feeling hot for him"
said Nikki smiling, and in her usual direct manner.
"Stupid". But she had to admit it, she found it hard to take her eyes
off his swimming trunks and the cute bulge that was clearly evident.
She must have been watching two or three dives when she realised
that Nikki wasn't there. She looked around, hoping to find out where
she had gone. Suddenly, she was pushed away from the wall, and felt
one hand and then two around her waist. Petrified of getting her ears
wet, she tried in vain to reach the ledge. She twisted and turned
frantically, eventually managing to grab hold of the side of the pool,
but not before the lifeguard had seen her and stood up. Lauren waved
causally to the lifeguard and saw her sit down again. Then she
realised what had happened. Nikki burst up to the surface with a
maniacal grin on her face.
"Give them here or you're dead!" said Lauren, trying to reach Nikki
without letting go of the edge.
"They're down here, inside mine" taunted Nikki, clearly enjoying her
discomfort.
Lauren was aware that she couldn't get out without her bikini
bottoms, nor could she chase after Nikki without getting really wet.
And if her brother came over, he might see that she had nothing on
down there and God knows what would happen.
"You can have them back if you help me" said Nikki, moving closer
to her.
"What?" said Lauren with a heavy trace of annoyance.
"I want to see your brothers cock when we get home, that's all" said
Nikki as though she was asking her to pass the sugar.
"No way! How can I help you do that?" moaned Lauren, although she
realised that even if she said no that Nikki could find ways and means
without her.
"Just don't say anything to anyone. I really, really want to see him
come. In fact, I'd like to see him come on you and me. Wouldn't
you?" Nikki whispered as though she feared the pool might have
been bugged.
Lauren and Nikki both looked towards the diving boards and noticed
that Mike seemed to have finished and was swimming slowly in their
direction.
"OK, OK, just give them to me" pleaded Lauren.
"Want me to help you put them on? asked Nikki hopefully.
"Yes, please". And so Nikki held her black bikini bottoms for her as
she stepped in, first the right foot and then the left. Nikki pulled them
up around her waist, managing to run her finger along her little slit in
the process.
"Wow, who's a hot little baby then?" remarked Nikki, feeling the
slipperiness on her fingers as Mike stood in front of them. He threw
the ball in Lauren's direction, who caught it and threw it back.
"Me, me!" shouted Nikki, jumping up and trying to intercept it.
"Come and get it then", smirked Mike, again throwing it to Lauren.
Nikki moved towards Mike but turned towards Lauren, waiting for
the ball. After several throws, she showed her frustration by putting
her hand around Mike's shoulders and trying to climb up onto him.
Her breasts, deliberately of course, were just below eye-level, giving
the best view possible. She also made sure that she wrapped her legs
around his body to give him some idea of how uninhibited she felt.
Lauren groaned inwardly at the flagrant exhibition, and was amused
when Nikki slipped off and fell back into the water. Nikki however
emerged from her fall delighted. Lauren guessed that on her way
down she had rubbed against his body and feet his hard cock poking
through his trunks. It had caught her eye almost ten minutes before
Nikki had clambered up onto her brother.
"Why don't we go and do some diving, Mike?" asked Nikki
wickedly.
"Er, not at the moment, I think" replied Mike, painfully aware that he
could not leave the water for a few minutes at least.
And so they continued for almost an hour, playing catch, swimming,
and watching the world go by. After another thirty minutes drying off
in the heat of the afternoon, they left and took the bus home. Once
there, Lauren made some cold drinks which started off as iced
lemonade but ended up under Mike's guidance as Spritzer with more
white wine than anything else. With their mother out and father stuck
in Geneva formulating the next set of questions to put to the populace
why shouldn't they enjoy a glass of wine this fine summer afternoon,
they thought.
The girls headed, glasses in hand, for the bathroom to shower and
change while Mike went into his own room to do whatever it is that
boys do at these times.
End of Chapter 5
Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (6/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 17 Jul 1997 16:48:17 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 6
Saturday 11th July
The girls locked the bathroom door behind them, and looked at each
other conspiratorially. Lauren was aware that Nikki wanted to play
with her brother's cock, and had no real objections, but she found it
difficult to commit to being a part of the frolicking. Perhaps she
would just watch. She assumed that Mike would have no objections
to that. She reached behind and undid her top, letting it fall to the
floor. It was still damp and had made her nipples firm without being
erect. She touched her breasts and liked the squeaky clean feeling
that the chlorinated water gave them.
"Can you undo me" requested Nikki, facing the shower with her back
to Lauren.
Lauren undid the hooks at the back and let go. Nikki turned round,
holding the material over her breasts until she could see Lauren
watching. She pulled it away to reveal her nipples standing to
attention, crowing her breasts. She rubbed them with her hands.
"Oh, I think that was a bit too tight, my tits have gone to sleep!"
whispered Nikki with a smile, aware that Mike could probably hear
what they were saying.
"Don't be dumb. They look fine to me. Do you want a shower - I'm
going to wash my hair as well and get the chlorine out" said Lauren,
opening the medicine cabinet and retrieving a bottle of shampoo.
"Yeah, I think I'd better" said Nikki, pulling down her bikini bottoms
and stepping out of them. She took a towel from the rail and placed it
on the sink so that it would be within reach. Lauren removed her
bikini bottom and pressed the shower control. She stepped into the
warm stream and held out a hand to assist Nikki over the edge of the
bath. They had to stand close to each other to ensure that the water
washed them and much of the time therefore was spent holding onto
each other as they tried to soap themselves down. Nikki asked
Lauren to help her wash her hair, so while Nikki stood nearest the
shower wetting her hair, Lauren leaned out of the bath and took the
shampoo bottle. With a little in her hand, she massaged Nikki's scalp
until it was covered in bubbles while Nikki looked at the ceiling in an
attempt to keep the soap from her eyes. She rinsed her hair and again
soaped it until she was happy that Nikki's hair was free from the
smell of the pool.
Nikki returned the complement, lathering Lauren's wavy hair into a
white ball on her head and guiding her back towards the shower head
to rinse off. While Lauren's eyes were tightly shut, she watched the
stream of white soapy bubbles flowing from her hear and over her
back and breasts. Nikki finally guided her backwards again to rinse
her hair for the last time, pulling it to make sure that all the soap had
been washed away.
"There, that's our hair washed" said Lauren, putting the shampoo
back on the sink unit.
"Uh uh" said Nikki, shaking her head slowly.
Lauren, for once, understood immediately and reached for the soap in
the dish at her end of the bath. She palmed it and gently ran it up
between Nikki's legs, applying a little pressure to the side of her leg
to encourage her to part them more. Nikki reached round and turned
off the shower. She held onto the shower's curtain rail and closed her
eyes. Lauren extended her middle finger and ran it along the length of
her slit. It felt wonderful to touch it at last, and she put her hand on
Nikki's neck and pulled her closer. She brushed her lips against her
friend's as gently as possible, delighted that there was no resistance
at all. Slowly, Lauren introduced a finger into her vagina, but found
the angle awkward. She settled for simply rubbing her fingers from
Nikki's clitoris down along her now fully exposed inner lips and up
to her anus. She gradually spent longer and longer probing her
vagina, taking each lip between her fingers and feeling along the
length of it, until Nikki turned around and leaned forward, offering
her a perfect view. Lauren took the soap and pushed one corner
between her swollen lips, pushing them apart and exposing the hint of
the entrance to her vagina. She noticed that Nikki was helping,
spreading her lips with her hand, giving her a perfect view of her
clitoris underneath the thin covering of hair.
Now Nikki had her legs as widely parted as the bath would allow,
and Lauren dropped the soap. She put her index finger at the entrance
to her vagina and pushed firmly, introducing about an inch into her
little passageway.
"Yes" was all Nikki said.
Lauren gradually, slowly, probed deeper and deeper, completely
uncaring that even a week ago she would have found the whole idea
quite abhorrent. She moved to Nikki's left side so that she had one
leg either side of Nikki's left leg, and could put her left hand around
the very top of her left thigh, giving her some leverage and support.
She extended one of the fingers to stroke her mat of hair and the top
of the little hood over her clitoris. Now she increased the rate of
stroking, synchronising it when she remembered with the stroking of
her clitoris. She was suprised that she knew, or felt that she knew
what to do. It all seemed so obvious. Just then, Nikki's legs began to
close, trapping her left hand over her clitoris. Lauren could feel the
muscles in her vagina tightening perceptibly, and guessed that she
was about to come. She exchanged her index finger for her wider and
longer middle finger, and roughly introduced the new tool, screwing it
around as she pushed and pulled, faster and faster, deeper and
deeper.
Nikki came, grabbing Lauren's right hand and pulling it even deeper
into her so that Lauren couldn't continue her stroking. She remained
like that for some time, slowly relaxing first her grip on the hand in
her pussy and then spreading her legs to allow Lauren to remove her
hand. Nikki lay down, pulling Lauren with her. There was just about
room for the little girls to lie in each others arms without discomfort,
while they gathered their senses and held each other closely. Nikki
sat up eventually and turned the taps on a little. She soaped her hands
and, taking Lauren's fingers, cleaned them for her. She turned of the
water and stepped out, clearly still very wobbly. Nikki helped Lauren
out and draped a single large towel around them both.
"That was beautiful, I can hardly walk. Let me dry you" said Nikki,
patting the water off Lauren's breasts and stomach. She dried her all
over and then turned to herself, noticing that the towel was too wet to
have much effect.
"Got any more towels? she asked.
"Have a look in the cupboard in the spare room, that's where Mum
puts them" replied Lauren, "Get two so I can dry my hair, can you, as
there's only the big one and this little thing in here" she said,
indicating another smaller towel on the rail.
Nikki wrapped the bigger towel around her, unlocked the door and
headed for the spare room. The cupboard was easy to find but the
towels were on the top shelf. Nikki looked around for something to
stand on and found an old three-legged stool. Balancing carefully, she
stretched up and took the nearest towel. As she made a reach for the
second, the stool moved from under her and she came crashing down
to the floor, landing on her bottom. Suffering from no more than a
loss of dignity, she was about to stand up when Mike appeared in the
doorway.
"Are you OK, it sounded pretty bad?" said Mike, offering Nikki his
hand. The towel around Nikki had come unknotted and although she
held it against her chest, when she stood Mike had an enticing view
of her legs and bottom. In between the cheeks of her bottom, Mike
saw her cute little bottom hole and a hint of her vagina. The very
sight caused his stomach to turn somersaults as his imagination and
extensively tested library of fantasies took over and instructed his
cock to rise to the occasion. Nikki stood and was about to thank him
when she noticed a very slight bulge in his swimming trunks.
Determined to reap the rewards of the encounter, she feigned a
possible sprained ankle by grimacing and holding out her hand for
support.
Ever the gentleman, Mike showed genuine concern on his face as he
allowed her to put her arm around his shoulder and walk slowly
round the room, still clutching the towel which have having less and
less effect the further they walked. Mike suggested that she should sit
on his bed so that he could massage her ankle, and they made their
way slowly to his room across the passageway, leaving Lauren with
her small towel and no knowledge of what was happening.
Nikki wasted no time. Her ankle, receiving the expert attention of
Mike, who had never of course treated a sprained ankle in his life,
felt fine but of course she had to be sure, and she let him continue to
kneel in front of her and play with her foot. Gradually, she allowed
the towel to slip, either down from her breasts or off her lap to reveal
more leg than Mike had ever seen, except in magazines of course.
Occasionally, she would bend over, closer to Mike than necessary, to
inspect the damage and make sure that the bulge in his trunks was
still there. Finally, she raised her foot as though to test it and allowed
it to brush heavily against Mike's erection.
"Oh, my, what have I done?" asked Nikki innocently.
"Don't worry, I think you're OK now" said Mike, embarrassed by
his lack of control.
"I would like to thank you" said Nikki, pulling Mike towards her, still
keeping him kneeling in front of her. She edged forward on the bed
and pulled him against her chest, letting go of the towel. She kissed
him on the lips and ran her hand over his bottom, slowly moving
round to the side of his trunks. Mike's eyes bulged in his head at this
sudden change of events, and his cock jerked up even straighter
against his stomach. Nikki pulled him tightly to her so that there
could be no doubt that she could feel his cock against her chest. Mike
looked down and saw her naked breasts and marveled at their shape
and beauty. He was convinced that he was going to come in his
trunks in no time at this rate, and pushed his body against hers.
She pushed her thumbs into the side of his trunks and pulled them
down to reveal his cock. The look in her eyes suggested that it was
far bigger than she had imagined. Slowly, as she watched the
expression on his face, her hand inched closer to his shaft.
Triumphantly, she wrapped her right hand around it to get an idea of
it's size and pulled down roughly. Mike made a squealing sound
which Nikki took for pleasure, so she continued to move her hand up
and down, gripping his cock as tightly as she could, just like she had
seen in the film. Faster and faster her hand traveled up and down the
length of his red cock until Mike took her hand and made her stop.
"What's wrong? Are you OK?" she asked.
"I'm fine, it just hurts a bit like that, you know" said Mike, keen to
ensure that she continued but at a different pace. Taking her hand, he
placed it lightly towards the top of his cock and moved it up and
down slowly, showing her how he moved his thumb over the top in a
circular fashion now and again. Nikki learned quickly. She took her
time to look at his cock, noting the way the skin moved over the inner
body of it, and how it seemed to be particularly sensitive around the
top. She also looked at his balls, dismissing them quickly with an
uninterested look on her face.
Lauren meanwhile was stuck in the bathroom, waiting for her new
towel. She had heard a crash a few minutes before but since then only
footsteps and then nothing. She opened the door and looked down the
passageway. Venturing further, she made her way to the spare room,
but never got that far. The glimpse she caught of Nikki through the
crack in her brother's door caused her to stop so quickly that she fell
against the wall in astonishment. Nikki had Mike's enormous cock in
her hand and a smile on her face. His bulging red weapon looked
ridiculously big that Nikki could hardly get her hand around it.
Lauren stood at the doorway, covered by the small towel, and
watched fascinated as Nikki continued her rhythmic stroking. Nikki
didn't really seem too be sure of what she was meant to do. Mike
seemed to enjoy having his cock stroked but they didn't seem to be
getting anywhere. Her hand appeared to be tiring and the way Mike
moved now and again suggested that his knees probably hurt from
kneeling for so long.
"Lauren!" shouted Mike looking towards the door to his bedroom. He
tried to grab the sheets on his bed to cover his rampant cock, but only
served to amuse both Lauren and Nikki.
"I didn't mean to interrupt, don't worry about me, I'm just looking
for a towel" said Lauren, her eyes riveted on her brother.
"Lori, come and help me, please" said Nikki, pleading in all honesty
for some assistance.
"Er, hang on, this doesn't seem right", said Mike as Lauren stared to
enter the room.
Nikki took Mike by the hand and pulled him onto his bed so that he
could lay down, his stiff cock still rigid and straight to attention. In so
doing, Nikki lost the last of her towel and therefore lay down beside
him naked. Lauren joined them, sitting down on the floor at the head
of the bed beside Mike, and helped Nikki to pull off Mike's T-Shirt.
The girls noticed several small hairs around his nipples and down the
center of his chest.
Mike's left hand moved over Nikki's chest exploring her firms
breasts and tweaking her nipples with unnecessary force until Nikki
asked him to be a little more gentle. Lauren's gaze was still fixed on
the first live cock that she had ever seen as it bounced against her
brother's stomach. Nikki took hold of his cock again, raising her right
leg to allow him to move his hand from her breasts down between her
legs. The feel of a boy's cock in her hand and a boy's finger over her
slit had obviously persuaded her that it was time to let him try and
enter her. But Lauren knew she would be concerned that he might
come inside her as she was approaching the middle of her period.
Mike needed little encouragement, and as Nikki shifted herself into
the middle of the bed, he took up position in between her legs. Trying
to look like a natural-born stud, he plunged painfully into Nikki's
bottom, followed by another stoke that hit her leg.
"Lauren, please, can you help him in?" asked Nikki, this time in
desperate need of assistance.
Lauren moved down to the middle of the bed, exchanging frantic
glances with Nikki as she questioned the request.
"Nik, it's not right!" she protested feebly.
"Look, just guide it in, that's all. Please?"
Reluctantly, she slowly reached out and took hold of her brother's
cock with her right hand. She marveled at it's strength and thickness,
and noticed that it was quite difficult to aim it into Nikki's vagina.
She therefore used her left hand to spread Nikki's pussy lips,
reducing the risk of Nikki's first male penetration being in her anus.
The towel fell away from her body, revealing her small breasts to
Mike who had, in Lauren's opinion, a stupid grin on his face as he
slowly pushed forward under Lauren's guidance and let his purple
knob rest just inside the entrance to her hot sex. Mike stroked gently
for almost a minute, entering further each time until he had all his
cock buried inside her. Lauren let go and rested her hands on Nikki's
legs while she watched her brother pumping in and out of the girl that
she had just brought to orgasm herself in the bathroom.
"I think I'm going to come" he said looking down at Nikki.
"Get out then and we'll do the rest" instructed Nikki and she shuffled
up the bed, thereby releasing his cock from her grip. "Come on, give
me your hand, sit here" she said to Lauren as she again gripped his
cock. Lauren sat on the bed with her legs curled up underneath her
bottom. Nikki sat cross legged as Mike knelt on the bed, making his
cock about mouth level with the girls. They each held part of his cock
and moved slowly up and down as he had shown Nikki, their hands
gliding smoothly over his tool due to the lubrication from Nikki's
vagina. Mike looked at his sister for some time before staring
between Nikki's legs and the dark triangle of hair that covered her
enlarged slit.
"Look, watch me" said Mike interrupting. Nikki's efforts had been
with the best intentions, but they were both painful and frustrating.
He also hoped that a brief pause for their education would calm him
down and make him last a little longer. He took their hands off his
cock and held himself with four fingers towards the top of his
manhood. Rubbing up and down slowly, he showed the girls that
gentle movements focused around the purple head were the most
effective (for him, he added) and he let first Nikki and then Lauren try
for themselves, correcting them until it felt right. While Nikki
practiced, he sneaked a look at his sister's legs, and the hairless area
that existed between them. His cock jerked and swelled involuntarily,
releasing a little blob of white cum as Nikki let go and Lauren took
her turn.
Mike then held the tip of his cock with his thumb and index finger,
and moved the foreskin backwards and forwards, no more then half
an inch. The little girls watched fascinated as clearly his cock
stiffened again, turned a deeper shade of red and the dark veins
bulged along the length of his weapon. He let go, and Lauren was the
first to resume, taking hold gently of his cock and slowly running her
finger around the head. Nikki took her cue, holding him further down,
and began gently stroking.
Lauren could smell Nikki on her hands and took a moment to record
the smell in her mind for her own fantasies. And then it dawned on
her that this was indeed one of her most played out fantasies, that of
Nikki and Mike together. Lauren uncurled her legs and sat cross-
legged like Nikki. Although she was looking at his cock, she knew
that Mike had seen her shaven slit. He placed a hand on each of their
shoulders, steadying himself as they slowly increased in speed and
Lauren's pussy lips parted to reveal her inner folds and budding
clitoris.
"Is that good?" Nikki asked Mike.
"Mmm" he replied, taking Lauren's left hand and placing it under his
balls. Lauren was surprised but didn't make a move to take it away.
In fact, she explored a little, finding out that his balls were quite
squishy and could be moved around easily. She took her right hand
away from the tip of his cock, allowing Nikki more room to stroke
him.
Mike's breathing became heavier and Nikki noticed tremors running
through his stomach and legs. His cock looked as though it was
getting thicker and longer, and certainly the head seemed to be
bulging. Mike grabbed hold of his buttocks as his hips started to buck
gently back and forth. His breathing became shorter and shorter.
Nikki responded by increasing her stroking and holding the back of
his thigh. Lauren gently squeezed his balls causing him to buck hard
and grunt loudly as he came in a crashing orgasm. Lauren saw
something fly over her head, and then felt something land in her hair.
She then saw, as Nikki continued to pump up and down, more and
more cum spurt over her breasts and into Nikki's face. Nikki didn't
stop, but just kept pumping as the liquid continued to rain down on
the little girls. Eventually, Mike took away Nikki's hand and moaned.
He slumped back onto the bed, facing away from the girls. Lauren
and Nikki looked at each other wide-eyed and giggled quietly to
themselves. Both girls had cum in their hair, and traces were running
over their breasts. Nikki wiped her finger over Lauren's left breast
and put it to her mouth, shrugging her shoulders as she tasted his
seed. She scooped a little more and put her finger to Lauren's lips. A
tiny tongue flicked out and back in again. Lauren nodded, picked up
her towel and made for the bathroom.
Nikki took her large towel, covered herself and knelt down to kiss
Mike on the cheek. She joined Lauren in the bathroom where they
washed quickly and returned to Lauren's bedroom to dress.
"Well, did you like the taste? Alysia said it was always salty" said
Nikki.
"How does she know? It didn't taste too bad. How did his cock feel
inside you, it looked massive!" said Lauren with a pained expression
on her face.
"It hurt a little, but I was just worried about getting pregnant. I'm
glad he didn't come inside me. Anyway, it was fun to see it shooting
out." offered Nikki.
"How did you know what to do to make him come? Have you done it
before for someone?" asked Lauren, dying to know the secrets.
"Don't be dumb, I saw the film like I told you from my Dad's hotel.
They do it all the time on there" said Nikki, remembering some of the
scenes.
"I'd like to see it. Can I? What about tomorrow, my folks are out at
Grandma's!" bubbled Lauren, eyes wide in anticipation.
"I don't know. We ought to invite your brother as well, so that it's
more fun. I bet he'd like to see it!" suggested Nikki.
And so Nikki mentioned, casually of course, that she happened to
have a film that Mike might be interested in and would he like to join
them tomorrow morning after his parents have left for Grandma's
house because they were going to watch it. Not surprisingly, Mike
accepted immediately, and even as he said the words, his cock sprang
into life again in anticipation.
End of Chapter 6
Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (7/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 17 Jul 1997 16:47:14 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 7
Sunday 12th July
Lauren managed to make it out of bed at about 9 o'clock, probably a
record for her on a Sunday. However, there was so much banging and
clattering going on that any further sleep was impossible. Her father
had returned last night from Geneva and was now behind schedule in
loading the car for the trip to Grandma's house. Her parents had
promised to go every weekend to decorate the place and get it
finished for the winter. Once they had finished the spare bedroom,
they intended to stay there on Saturday nights to look after Grandma
and continue their decorating. However, until the room was ready,
they had to make daily trips which was a nuisance, and as her father's
workload had increased, so the regular trips had become fewer and
fewer.
Lauren made her way to the bathroom and locked the door. She felt
embarrassed about what had happened the previous afternoon with
Nikki and Mike, and cross with herself that her morals had lasted
such a short time. It was in this bathroom that she had determined
that she would not touch Mike's cock, and then, half an hour later,
she was in his bedroom, naked, holding his balls as he came on her
face and tits.
She showered, remembering that Nikki was due round some time
with her film. Taking the soap, she pushed a soapy finger into her
anus, pulled it out and rinsed it under the jet from the showerhead.
She repeated it a couple more times, making sure that she had
cleaned her vagina as well in preparation for what was sure to be a
naked morning. She had seen Mike's gaze lock on to her hairless
pussy and was sure that he would want another exhibition. Shit, she
thought, more morals out the window. However, she again
rationalised her feelings by convincing herself that she was only
experimenting like everyone else.
Lauren had breakfast with her Mum and Dad, Mike joining them
later. They avoided eye contact to start with, until Mike grinned like a
Cheshire cat and Lauren could only smile back. No harm done, it
appeared, and so they both looked forward to the arrival of Nikki,
who would no doubt be a fashionable fifteen minutes late.
Her father was not really looking forward to the sixty mile drive,
especially as it involved going over the mountains through the tourist
belt which was always slow. He came and went, carrying tools and
decorating stuff until he stopped for another coffee, leaving his
paintbrushes by the kitchen sink.
"Don't forget this suitcase, it's got our painting clothes in it" shouted
her mother. Dutifully, her father picked up the case and loaded it into
the car, just as Nikki arrived clutching a shopping bag.
"Off shopping, are we?" her father asked Nikki.
"I've got to return this video, it doesn't play properly" stated Nikki
coolly.
"Well, we're going down through the town, do you need a lift?" he
asked.
"No, we'll leave later I expect, but thanks" responded Nikki.
Lauren's parents set off an hour later than they had planned at about
eleven o'clock. Mike peered out of the front window to ensure the
car disappeared down the hill. Nikki carried the tape and coffee into
the lounge, slopping a brown trail as she walked so that she needed to
wipe up afterwards before she ceremoniously handed the tape to
Mike.
The lounge was the largest room in the house, and could have
accommodated two sofas if required. Opposite the lounge door was
the TV and video, pointing to the center of the room. On the far wall
was the single, large sofa, pulled away from wall a couple of feet to
allow the radiators to function properly. There was an armchair on
either side of the sofa, and a coffee table right in the middle of the
room.
"Probably a good idea not to get this jammed in your Dad's machine,
eh?" said Nikki smirking.
Mike loaded the tape and drew the curtains together, leaving only a
slight gap in the middle. He sat down on the sofa, while Nikki sat on
the floor in front of him. Lauren was still in the kitchen as the credits
and titles started to roll against a background of a very young girl
walking on a deserted beach.
"She doesn't look very old. What's this film called? asked Mike not
really caring but hoping that some conversation would help his
embarrassment.
"School Daze. It's about some school that helps people get their
memory back" said Nikki, turning to her right to look at Mike.
"Oh, right" said Mike, none the wiser. "Where's Lauren?"
Nikki got up and went into the kitchen, returning after a while with
Lauren. The young girl in the film was still walking along the beach
and the credits were still rolling. The picture then faded into the scene
of a car, traveling at speed, and then there was a scene of a badly
reconstructed accident, involving the young girl. Then darkness. As
the picture came back, there was a shot of her lying in bed with a
doctor saying not to worry, her memory will come back. Following
some obvious pictures of her generally mending, she was joined in
her bedroom by a young girl and boy of about the same age, sixteen
or seventeen. They sat either side of her as she lay in bed. The boy
gently kissed her on the lips, pulling the covers down to reveal her
silk nightie. The girl then leaned over and placed her hand over the
injured girls large breast (who's name it appears was Jane). She told
Jane to relax and they would start the therapy.
The boy jumped out of his jeans, and pulled his T-Shirt over his head
so that he stood next to Jane in just his underpants. The camera
panned round to the girl, who proceeded to unbutton her blouse to
reveal her ample breasts straining against her bra. She also pushed
her jeans down over her legs and stood in her underwear, showing off
her hour-glass figure. The both pulled Jane's sheets down, the nightie
hardly covering her thighs. The camera crudely showed Jane's legs
full screen from feet to her knickers. The boy took his partners hand
and placed her kneeling on the bed at Jane's head, facing her feet.
Mike looked around, feeling his cock searching inside his trousers for
somewhere to expand but to no avail. Nikki caught his discomfort.
"Hey, do you want me to take your jeans off?" she asked.
"Yeah, that would be good" said Mike with a grin.
Nikki sat next to Mike and undid his zip and the top button on his
jeans, allowing his cock to burst upwards. Mike raised his bottom
and let Nikki pull his trousers down to his ankles. Lauren was
watching from her armchair, her legs pulled up to her chest giving the
television a great view of her kickers underneath her skirt.
The film continued as the two therapists removed Jane's nightie and
ran their tongues along her legs towards her vagina, the girl leaning
over Jane. Jane's legs parted willingly to allow them to lick either
side of her vagina. They both took hold of her knickers and tugged
them down over her ankles. The girl returned quickly to licking the
top of her thighs, darting her tongue momentarily over the entrance to
her vagina, causing Jane to moan loudly as her clitoris popped into
view. She had exceptionally long, shapely legs that accounted for at
least some of Mike's throbbing erection. Jane's breasts were full,
classically shaped orbs that rested perfectly as she lay down. The
dark nipples were alive, responding to Jane's touch as she ran her
hands from her breasts down over her stomach and around the top of
her pubic hair. The camera obligingly showed her vagina in close-up,
the tanned skin now folded away to reveal the pinkness of her
insides. The lack of tan lines over her body enhanced the wonderful
contrast in tones, giving Jane a look of luxury and well-being.
The boy took off his underpants, and obligingly pulled his partner's
knickers to her knees, exposing a very wet clitoris and inner sanctum.
Taking his position between Jane's legs, he plunged into her while
the girl pulled Jane's ankles towards her as she rubbed her vagina
over Jane's face. Mike couldn't believe his eyes as he watched the
display. How could they allow this on video, he thought? And they
looked so young. What if they got caught doing it?
Lauren still had her legs up against her chest, but her right hand had
found its way around her bottom and was stroking her vagina very
lightly in time with the action on the screen. Nikki had her left hand
inside the gusset of Mike's underpants, massaging his balls and
occasionally touching his stiff cock. Enthralled, they watched the
threesome as the boy suddenly withdrew and shot his cum over
Jane's breasts. Before he had finished coming, he entered Jane again
and continued pumping away until it appeared that Jane had an
orgasm. Not content with that, though, they then swapped positions
so that the young girl was between Jane's legs, and she began to lick
Jane's pussy lips. The camera zoomed in close to record every detail
and Lauren and Nikki watched in rapt attention as the girl's tongue
probed further and further inside her vagina. Jane's legs were high
above her head, and held in place by the young boy. He brought them
down to rest them on her lovely chest so that she was doubled up,
and still the girl continued to lick her pussy.
Lauren let her legs stretch out as her hand moved in between her legs.
Nikki had the same idea and put Mike's hand over her sopping wet
knickers. He tugged at them, and Nikki assisted him in pulling them
down her legs. She took his T-Shirt and pulled it off over his head,
and finally removed his underpants, leaving only his socks.
"Lori!" whispered Nikki, beckoning her over to the sofa. Lauren
crawled over to the sofa and sat at Nikki's feet. Nikki pulled her up
and took hold of her T-Shirt, easing it over her head. Lauren wasn't
wearing a bra and Nikki's hands glided gently over her back and
down to her skirt. Nikki found the little zip and removed the skirt,
letting it fall to Lauren's knees as she knelt in front of her. Lauren
returned the favor, pulling Nikki's T-Shirt over her head and running
her hands over her breasts. The real prize, though, was waiting for
her below, and she was determined, if Nikki was going to have Mike,
that she was going to have a taste of Nikki. And so, parting Nikki's
legs, she ran her tongue over her stomach and along her inner thighs,
just as they had done in the film. Nikki knew what she was going to
do and was delighted, as her attention returned to the screen.
Lauren licked very slowly along Nikki's thighs as she held Nikki's
legs up and apart with her hands. Nikki slid a little down the sofa,
exposing both her pussy and her anus. Mike was watching both
performances, amazed at his sister and her sudden lack of inhibition.
In between the screen and the show on the sofa, Mike happened to
glance out of the window.
"Shit!, Shit! Move it, Dad's back!" shouted Mike, grabbing some of
his clothes. "We'll have to hide down here, he'll see us going up!"
"Where?" shouted Nikki, switching off the TV and grabbing clothes
wherever she found them. She had a look of absolute panic about her.
"Quick, behind the sofa!" whispered Lauren, pushing Nikki to the
back of the room. The children piled down behind the sofa, not caring
how they landed as long as they were out of sight and quiet. They had
just crammed themselves in when they heard their father's key in the
front door.
"It's me! Hello?"
They heard his footsteps going into the kitchen and a number of
cupboard doors banging. Lauren was petrified, and felt her sphincter
tighten uncontrollably. God knows what would happen if they were
caught. She heard distant banging and clattering from the kitchen, and
simply waited for the second shout of `Hello', or the sound of
footsteps coming into the kitchen or dining room that would signal
disaster. Her heart thrashed wildly as she tried to get comfortable,
caught between Mike and the sofa and almost lying on top of Nikki.
She closed her eyes, letting all her mind concentrate on the noises
from downstairs, analysing whether they meant good or bad news.
When it became clear that her father was not going to search for
them, Lauren again took stock of where they had all landed. The
space between the sofa and the wall was such that only two people
could really squeeze in there, and the sofa was only pulled away from
the wall to let the radiators function during the winter. However, it
had become a useful place to store junk out of sight. She and Mike
were head to head, while Nikki was the other way round. She could
see a similar concern written all over Mike's face, and smiled weakly
at him. Mike silently brought his hand up and placed it on her neck,
reassuring her. Almost immediately, Lauren felt something prodding
between them, and realised that his erection was regaining it's
strength. Mike ran his hand across her cheek, pulling her lips gently
towards his own. His kissed her upper lip very romantically as he
stroked her face, his hard cock now searching out her hairless pussy.
Nikki was squashed between the sofa and Lauren's bottom. She
could see between Lauren's legs since her face was only a couple of
inches from her vagina, and so she was also amused to see Mike's
cock regaining it's potency and head for Lauren. As the noises from
the kitchen continued, she moved her right hand in between Lauren's
legs. Mike's cock then, for reasons unbeknown to Nikki, grew fully
erect, pushing into Lauren's leg. Nikki took his weapon and re-
directed it towards his sister's vagina. Both Lauren and Mike
twitched, not sure who was doing what to whom. Lauren gently let
out a long breath as she moved her head slightly to return her
brother's kiss. Nikki knew that Lauren was becoming aroused again
by the way she ground her hips against the floor, positioning herself
very slightly to accept the rigid pole heading for her vagina. Lauren
sighed quietly as they heard the front door slam shut.
They all waited for the sound of the car engine starting, then Mike
extracted himself from the pile of bodies and tiptoed across to the
window, confirming that the car was again heading down the hill, and
that there were two occupants. His cock stood proudly out in front of
him as he looked inquiringly at his sister, still squatting behind the
sofa.
"Shit, the video was running all the time!" blurted Lauren, looking at
the VCR under the TV.
"Let's see a bit more, then I think Mike needs to go to the Chemist
and get some protection." instructed Nikki, taking her seat again on
the sofa. Lauren sat the other side, with Mike in between.
Whispering in her ear, Mike said somewhat embarrassed "Why don't
you have any hair down there?"
"Nikki had to take it off. Someone from school played a trick with
chewing gum" replied Lauren also in a whisper.
"Oh" was all Mike could say, although it was clear within a few
seconds that his cock fully understood what must have happened.
When the TV came back on, it was clear that poor Jane still hadn't
been able to remember anything before her accident. She still had
very few clothes on, looked beautiful, but managed also to present a
perfect portrayal of the dumb bimbo. Either she hadn't ever done
anything with her life before the accident, or the medical staff would
just have to try even harder. And of course, they chose the latter,
deciding that some good fresh air might help her.
The next scene found her lying on a sunbed out buy a private
swimming pool. So private that the only people around were her and
two doctors wearing white coats and sporting stethoscopes to add to
the atmosphere. One of the doctors took a bottle of suntan oil and
asked her to lie on her stomach while he proceeded to rub it over her
back, loosening her bra strap in the process. The second doctor
joined in, but from the other end. Within a few seconds, they had her
panties off and were administering the oil between her parted legs.
Jane clearly found it exciting as evidenced by the pink lips of her
vagina parting to reveal the beginnings of a dark tunnel. Lauren also
thought that it looked as though she could see inside her anus, but
presumed that was a trick of the light.
"Why don't we stop it here?" asked Nikki, ever practical and not
averse to being a party pooper.
"OK, shall I make some lunch then, I think there's stuff in the
fridge." said Lauren
"Good idea, while Mike goes down-town" encouraged Nikki.
And so, and to the surprise of the other two, Lauren stood up, pulled
on her T-Shirt, and walked into the kitchen, not caring who noticed
her bare legs, and unconcerned that her knickers were on the lounge
floor. Nikki dressed similarly, while Mike prepared for his quick trip
to the Chemist.
"Back in about thirty minutes you two" he shouted, slamming the
door. Although he had an air of bravado about him, inside he was
rehearsing the lines to be delivered at the chemist.
"What would you do if your Dad found you naked?" asked Nikki.
"I know what he'd do. He'd kill me."
End of Chapter 7
Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (8-9/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 17 Jul 1997 16:49:18 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 8
Sunday 12th July
Mike was very proud of himself, having purchased ten condoms
without having to ask for twenty-seven other things beforehand,
without dropping his money at the till, and without blushing too
profusely. Indeed, a triumph and milestone in his life. He bounced
along, whistling and looking at the mountains either side of the valley,
and considered himself very fortunate to be home with two pretty
girls who were so keen to learn. Which brought him to his senses. He
was intrigued how they seemed to be so knowledgeable and
uninhibited. He had always shied away from girls in case they found
him lacking or wanted him to do something he couldn't, but this was
so easy. And Lauren, she had changed in the past six months from
being a little brat, in his opinion, to a sexy little girl who seemed to
have a very intimate relationship with Nikki. In fact, it was clear to
Mike that those two conspired together every hour of the day with
respect to boys and sex and their quest for knowledge.
He walked up to the back door and entered the kitchen. Lauren was
sitting on her favorite stool facing the back door, with her arms
around Nikki, who also faced him and had managed to find a little bit
of the stool to sit on as well. They were simply cuddling and talking
quietly, although Lauren's arms around Nikki's waist caused her T-
Shirt to ride up, revealing her dark pubic hair between her shapely
legs and a hint of the top of her little pussy. He would have loved to
run his hand between Nikki's legs to discover whether they had been
talking about boys. Perhaps, he thought wickedly, they had been
talking about girls.
"Well, did you get them?" asked Nikki, pulling away from Lauren.
As she did, Mike caught another glimpse of his sister's shaved pussy
just before she closed her legs. His glance was not missed by Lauren
who might just have allowed him a longer look if they had been on
their own.
"Easy, look" he said, holding up his trophy.
"Hey! Did they ask you any difficult questions?" joked Lauren.
"No, not even what flavour! The girl behind the counter sounded like
she sells them all day" quipped Mike.
"You can't get them in flavours stupid, you don't eat them!" said
Lauren
"Er, I think you can, Sis. I'll explain later!"
"OK! Lunch time. Oh, there's a new house rule, by the way" giggled
Nikki, looking at Lauren.
"Yeah, T-shirts only. Go and change!" added Lauren, grinning at
Mike. The girls laughed loudly as Mike went upstairs to `change' for
lunch.
Five minutes later, he reappeared and took his place at the kitchen
table. His semi-hard cock bobbed under his shirt, and each time the
tip rubbed against the material, it bobbed again, refusing to lie down
or become fully erect. Lauren had poured some wine to go with their
meal, and they toasted each other to a happy summer, even though
Lauren and Nikki still had school that next week.
They ate quickly and Lauren made some tea. Once finished, Lauren
took her position at the sink to do the washing up, while Nikki and
Mike waited to dry the dishes. Nikki made a number of deliberate
attempts to bump into Mike, just to make sure that things were still
active under his T-Shirt, once making a direct grab for his cock and
holding it briefly. In response, while Lauren's back was turned, he
ran his fingers between the cheeks of her bottom as far as his hand
would go, causing her to rise on tip toes and draw in a sharp breath.
A little surge of excitement ran through them both as he removed his
hand and took another plate.
As they returned to the lounge, the effect of the wine and food was
apparent, as Mike slumped onto the sofa while Lauren and Nikki
each took an armchair.
"Shall we start the film off?" said Nikki eagerly.
"Go on then" encouraged Mike. "Rewind that bit to the beginning
where she gets the sun tan stuff".
"Hold on, shouldn't you get you things ready? Let me have a look at
them. How do they work?" asked Lauren.
"God, honestly, sometimes you're so innocent, you know" said
Nikki, even though she too had never seen a condom, let alone put
one on a boy's cock But at least she knew what they were for, one up
on her little friend. Mike took the packet and pulled out a condom,
then another two and distributed them to the girls who now sat at his
feet in front of the sofa.
"Yeah, so now what?" asked Lauren. "What does it say on the
packet?"
"Er, Extra Safe, and Electronically Tested, and Anatom, hang on ....
er, Anatomically Shaped Condoms" offered Mike, reading the words
on the pack of twelve. "Oh, here you are, holding the teat, roll a new
condom completely over the erect penis before contact. Carefully
remove after ejaculation, taking care to avoid any spillage. Use once
only."
"Sounds easy. Turn the film on then!" Nikki said, twisting around so
she could see the TV. Lauren sat up on the sofa, debating whether
she would watch the film (probably) or curl up and fall asleep
(probably as well). She stretched out with her head on the arm of the
sofa at the other end from her brother, and allowed her feet to wander
across his legs.
Jane was back on the screen, having her back massaged and oiled
again. Lauren shifted slightly to get more comfortable, accidentally
brushing her foot against her brother's rigid cock. She thought that
would be an interesting game to play, and so as she lay there, she ran
her toes idly up and down his cock providing just enough stimulation
to keep it stiff without any fear of him coming.
As Jane lost her bikini bottom, Lauren again noted the larger than
normal hole she had for her anus, and attributed this to the way she
was built. The doctor at her feet opened his white coat to reveal a
massive cock pointing in the direction of Jane. The second doctor had
also undone his coat, and with his hand behind Jane's head, pushed
his cock into her mouth. The camera zoomed in to show her lips
around the monster cock, and how she used her tongue around the
swollen member. Meanwhile the other doctor wanted to take her
from behind, and had spread her legs, lubricating her pussy lips with
large amounts of sun tan oil.
Nikki took a deep breath. Her fingers were sticky from playing with
herself, and she licked them, tasting her youthful scent. She dearly
wanted Mike's cock inside her and thought about how she would like
to do it. The sofa was the best bet, and she wanted to watch the film
and let Lauren see what was happening at the same time. She decided
that if she got him to do her from behind that might work, and so with
Plan A conceived and mentally agreed, she turned to look at Mike
who was fixated by the scene on the TV. Kissing his knees, she
slowly parted his legs, noting that Lauren's foot was moving up and
down his cock.
Jane, still on her stomach on the sun bed, had moved so that her head
was hanging over the end, and below her sat one of the naked
doctors, presenting her his cock for sucking. The second doctor,
naked as well, had parted her straight legs to a seemingly impossible
degree, and the scene cut to a close-up of his frightening weapon at
the entrance to Jane's sopping wet pussy. Placing his hand in the
small of her back, he expertly aimed his cock and teasingly pushed
slowly so that only an inch disappeared inside. Mike nudged Nikki,
pointing to the screen. Lauren was already glued to the set.
Pulling his cock back out, he took it in his hand and gave it a couple
of strokes, and then replaced it, pushing deeper and deeper until
finally, to the children's amazement, it was in to the hilt and their
pubic hair met. Jane continued to suck on the cock in front of her,
holding his balls with her right hand. The movement of her head was
assisted, it seemed, from the pounding she was receiving from the
rear. As the moans grew louder and the pounding more intense, the
climax approached as the camera moved to the side of the doctor in
her pussy. The doctor was frantically stoking into her like a dog,
holding her waist to give himself maximum leverage. And suddenly,
he withdrew and shot cum over her back, then way over her head,
and finally over the cheeks of her bottom. Again, after a few seconds,
he replaced his cock in her red pussy, rubbing the cum from her
bottom into her anus. The camera cut quickly to her face, just as the
second doctor exploded in her mouth, and cum dribbled from
between her lips down his shaft and over his balls. The doctor held
her head tightly as he came, roughly pulling her head back when he
felt satisfied. The other man then slowly withdrew, entered her slowly
and withdrew again.
"Freeze it there, please" implored Nikki, as the head of the man's
cock disappeared into Jane's pussy, which had a tell-tale dribble of
cum running from her hole and down her leg. "Jesus, I haven't seen
this bit before".
Mike stopped the video, running his hand over Lauren's legs as a
way of saying thank you for playing with his cock which by now was
absolutely rigid and hurt him a little. He pulled Lauren towards him
causing her to bend her legs, the right one flat on the sofa while the
other knee pointed to the ceiling, giving Nikki a view of her wet
pussy. Nikki resumed her knee kissing, moving slowly up his legs
and arriving at his balls. Her tongue found the base of his cock, and
Lauren's toes. Taking her foot, she moved it to the top of Mike's
cock and started sucking both. After several minutes, during which
Lauren squirmed on the sofa while playing with her pussy, Nikki took
a condom and tore the corner off the foil packet. She had no idea
which way up they were meant to be, but Mike found the little bulb at
the end and held it for her. She took it between her thumb and
forefinger while Lauren watched. Unrolling it over Mike's cock, she
made sure that it went down as far as possible, while Lauren sat up
and slid onto the floor, allowing Nikki to use the whole of the sofa.
Imitating the film, she presented her bottom to Mike while on all
fours. His rigid cock hardly moved as he took his position behind her,
somewhat unsteadily at first until he managed to place his right foot
along her side and in front of her hips.
Nikki looked at Lauren, imploringly again, and Lauren shuffled up to
them, taking her brother's cock. She pulled Nikki's pussy lips slightly
apart with her left hand and again guided him so that the little teat
was touching her inner folds. Mike pushed and entered her, causing
Nikki to squeal when she realised that his cock felt bigger than it had
the day before. She reached out for Lauren, pulling her around so that
she could see her, desperate to kiss her beautiful friend on the
occasion of the loss of her virginity. Lauren responded warmly,
although with her brother's stroking it was difficult to kiss her how
she needed to without bumping slightly painfully. So Lauren sized up
the situation and contorted herself underneath Nikki so that her feet
went out between her brother's.
Nikki lowered herself using her arms to support her weight until she
felt her breasts touch Lauren's. The movement also caused her
bottom to be presented more favorably to Mike, who increased his
rate of stroking as he watched the two embrace. Lauren had her arms
around Nikki's neck, and the two girls were locked in the most
passionate of embraces. Nikki was shivering uncontrollably from the
effect of both brother and sister on her body, and as she kissed
Lauren's neck Mike took her over the edge into an intense orgasm,
not quite as powerful as she had had before, but certainly one for the
record books. She held Lauren tightly, sinking slowly between her
and the back of the sofa, her eyes closed with Mike's cock now only
half inside her but on full view as her left knee bent to expose Mike's
condom-covered cock gripped by the little girl's vaginal muscles..
Lauren cupped her left breast, toying with the nipple and comforting
her as though she had just been hurt.
"Oh, yes" said Nikki dreamily. Lauren saw that her brother had now
withdrawn his semi-stiff prick from her friend's pussy, and that it
appeared he had not come. She pulled the condom back down over
his cock, noting that it glistened in the light from the window and
looked like meat does in shrink-wrap in supermarkets. His foreskin
was pulled right back, and so she pushed it with her fingers back over
the top and down again, slowly and gently, pleased that his cock was
regaining some of it's strength.
Lauren looked over at Nikki, who appeared to be in another world.
"Come on me?" Lauren asked. "Not in me!" she added, sitting up
again on the sofa, and moving Mike so that he knelt in front of her on
the floor.
She took his cock and slowly moved the foreskin up and down so
gently and carefully that Mike took a last peek at Nikki's exposed
vagina and then closed his eyes, holding Lauren's knees for support.
As she gathered speed, her hand moved to wrap around the top of his
cock, each stroke making the condom crumple. It stared to get in the
way, so Lauren took the curled up bit at the base of his cock and
pulled it off. Running her hand from his balls up the top caused (to
Lauren's delight) a tiny spot of cum to appear on the head of his
cock. She rubbed it with her finger, using it to lubricate the crown.
Lauren dearly needed him to come, to prove to herself that she could
do it to a boy, and so she brought her feet up onto the edge of the
sofa, exposing her shaven pussy.
"Hey, perhaps this will help" she whispered.
Mike opened his eyes to discover the beautiful sight of his sister's
sex.
"Oh, Jeeze Lori" he mumbled. His cock pulsed from deep down as
she allowed her left hand to stray under his balls while still moving
rhythmically up and down his shaft. As he stared at her little clit, he
jerked frantically forward, shooting cum between her breasts, then
directly at her pussy. Somewhat unromantically, Lauren wondered if
the stains would come off the sofa, and there was so much of it. She
began to scoop it up even before he finished coming, wiping it on her
thighs, and then for a laugh, over her breasts. The scene caused her
brother to produce yet another streak of cum, hitting her stomach and
dribbling immediately downwards. Lauren stopped as Mike sank to
the floor and lay on his back, panting for breath. His cock now hung
semi-erect to one side. Lauren realised that she was the odd one out,
but didn't really mind. It was going to be an exciting summer with so
much to learn and she felt sure that this was the first of many such
occasions.
Turning to Nikki, she saw that she was still apparently asleep, her
breathing regular. She really loved her breasts and their shape as they
gave way to the flatness of her stomach down towards her pubic hair.
It was then that she noted the slightest trace of blood between her
legs. Lauren went to the bathroom and fetched a flannel, squeezed
out the warm water and gently wiped away all traces of her loss
without waking her.
Chapter 9
Saturday 18th July
A week had passed since their frolicking in front of the TV, and
Lauren and Nikki were now free from school for the duration of the
summer holidays - about eight weeks. The weather promised to live
up to all expectations in that cloudless skies were expected for at
least the whole of the next week, and Lauren had no commitments to
go anywhere or do anything, except for a school project which she
would start at the end of August. Lauren's affection for her brother
had consolidated without manifesting itself in any particular way.
They hadn't experimented any more, and after Nikki had taken the
video back home, the afternoon had not been mentioned again, even
by the girls at school. Lauren thought it unnecessary due to the tight
bond that now existed between Lauren and Nikki, evident even to
Lauren's mother, who knew something had changed. Of course, she
had no idea that their friendship extended into intimacy and involved
her son.
"So why don't you go up into the mountains with a picnic, that would
be fun, wouldn't it? asked Lauren's mother, trying to help her find
something to do. "You could invite Mike's friend, Patrik, that he
stays with. What about that?" she said hopefully. "or even Stefan and
Rebecca next door. Oh, and don't forget we're going to see them in a
couple of weeks for lunch."
"Yeah yeah yeah...I'll see what Nikki is doing" she said, pressing the
quick call button to ring Nikki's house. She heard her answer after a
couple of rings. "Hey, it's me, what's happening?"
"Not much, we could go shopping, it is Saturday after all. Thought
you needed a pattern for your dress?" said Nikki, hoping for
something better.
"My mum said she'd make us a picnic if we wanted to go up with it"
offered Lauren.
"I said I'd help, not make it all, miss" her mother shouted.
"Yeah yeah, shall we? Mike wants to go, and he might bring his
friend from school" added Lauren.
"What's his friend like, is he a big boy?" quizzed Nikki with a
seductive voice.
"How do I know" giggled Lauren. She thought that sometimes Nikki
was incorrigible.
"OK, let's do it. See you in five minutes. I'll bring some wine from
our fridge. Bye" she said, ringing off.
And so as Mike talked to Patrik on the phone, the picnic took shape,
Lauren making sandwiches while her mother packed some soft drinks
into a small hamper. It contained all the plates and cutlery they
needed, along with cups and a big tablecloth. Lauren had used it
many times, even on her own, when wandering up in the mountains
during the hot summers.
Nikki arrived with her carrier bag containing the wine and a blanket,
and the three set off up the hill to wait for Patrik at the bus stop that
dropped people at the start of the mountain trail. He arrived a few
minutes later, and after the usual introductions, the boys set off in the
lead, holding the hamper while the girls carried Nikki's bag, swapped
gossip and watched the boy's bottoms.
Patrik was roughly the same height with Germanic blonde hair cut
short around his handsome face. The hair made his skin seem more
tanned than the average schoolboy, and Nikki noticed that he seemed
to be built like Mike in that he had strong shoulders and his tight
jeans accentuated his form. However, Nikki felt she still preferred
Mike but was willing to wait and see. Lauren wasn't even evaluating
the boys, but instead concentrated on how should would fend off any
advances that Patrik might make while they were out in the
mountains. She was also damn sure that she wasn't going to do
anything with her brother while Patrik was around.
And so the party made it's way up the trail, deviating slightly off the
normal tourist route towards a small stream that Lauren and Mike
knew about a mile from the beginning of the track. As they climbed,
the dense firs thinned to give way to rough grazing suitable for sheep
and the odd goat. They could hear distant cow bells clanging from
below and the occasional bleating of a sheep from the craggy rocks
above them. The warm sun and the fresh air soon gave them a healthy
appetite, and so they were ready for lunch when they arrived at the
outcrop that provided both a turning point in the stream and a place to
set up their blanket.
Lauren readied the lunch in her usual domesticated fashion with some
assistance from Nikki while the boys took a look at the water,
disappearing from view as they explored the rocks and tracked the
water up the mountain. Lauren called them for lunch a couple of
times before she saw them re-emerge from behind the rocks. As they
all sat down, Nikki asked Patrik to open her wine and he obliged by
pouring it into a beaker for each of them. They munched in silence,
listening to the incessant warbling of a skylark way over their heads
and the burbling of the little stream next to them. The cars winding
along the roads below them were silent, as was the train that passed
through the valley on its way to Lausanne.
Nikki lay back, blades of grass poking in her hair as she watched the
cloudless sky.
"Your mum's very good to you, you know. Mine wouldn't have gone
to all that trouble, making all that food."
"She thinks you're underfed" replied Mike, smiling as he moved
slightly towards her and lay on his stomach.
"Rubbish" said Nikki indignantly, hitting him gently on the arm "I'm
not that bad. Parts of me are pretty good, you know" she teased.
"Oh, I know" quipped Mike, gazing at the small mounds of Nikki's
breasts.
Lauren was unimpressed. `Here we go again' she thought. However,
this time she had no desire to watch her brother having his way with
Nikki. Even the thought of Patrik and his strong body could not
complete with a feeling of serenity that possessed Lauren as she
relaxed after her lunch. She watched as Nikki strategically positioned
herself so that only Mike could see the little gap between her legs.
Lauren knew exactly what she was doing without having to see for
herself. She guessed that her brother, who took casual glances in
Nikki's direction now and again, could see plenty. Lauren watched as
he moved on the blanket, not just to get a better view no doubt but
also to give his expanding cock room to breath.
Nikki leaned back on her elbows, her legs gliding apart again slightly
so that Mike had an even better view of here little knickers and the
tempted darkened valley that her pussy made against the tight
material. Nikki licked her finger and pretended to rub off a spot of
dirt from her thigh, looking up suddenly to see Mike's big eyes
riveted to her underwear. The wicked smile on Nikki's lips betrayed
her true intentions, and so it was surprise that, as if on cue, Mike
suggested that he and Nikki should take a look at the river. Nikki
obligingly followed before he even finished speaking. She pulled her
skirt into place, smoothing down the back as she walked towards the
stream with him. Clearly, Patrik had been forewarned and made no
effort to follow them. Instead, he poured more wine for Lauren and
himself, and leant back on a rock to watch the view. He attempted to
make small talk but was unaccomplished and had nothing much to
say for himself.
Lauren could hear giggles coming from the rocks and hoped they
were enjoying themselves. She conjured up a vision of her brother's
lovely cock pushing into Nikki as she lay on her back for the whole
world to see. Patrik smiled at her. Lauren conceded that he wasn't
too bad looking, it was just that she didn't want to do anything to him
that might give him any ideas. As the giggling increased, she was
quite convinced that he was listening to the others just as she was,
and watched the expression on his face as he pretended to gaze over
the scenery below.
Lauren positioned herself so that she could talk to Patrik as well as
see the others in the background. Her bother, with his underpants
around his knees, braced himself above Nikki as she lay on her back
next to the stream. He had his shirt on still, and his shoes and socks.
Nikki on the other hand appeared to have lost her knickers, but
retained her skirt which had been hoisted over her waist. Lauren
thought she saw a little blob at the end of Mike's cock, and Lauren
assumed that he had already rolled a condom over his big shaft.
Lauren felt hot, her head swimming slightly not only from the effect
of the sunshine and wine but also from the heady vision of her brother
entering her best friend.
Patrik edged closer to Lauren, but she felt that she would have to
disappoint him, as she crossed her legs and commented on the
stunning view. To make her point undeniably final, she stood up and
walked around in pretense of seeing the valley more clearly,
managing in the process to gain an even better view of her brother
pumping madly into Nikki. She watched her brother finish off, and
concluded from his jerking and the care he took withdrawing that he
had probably come this time. Lauren sat down again, gathering her
legs underneath her. She could hear the hurried activity beyond as
they both dressed.
Returning after ten minutes to the picnic - as though they had only
been for a quiet stroll in the countryside - Nikki and Mike finished
their wine and the four of them sat talking together about school and
parents. Time passed so rapidly that they noticed that it was almost
five o'clock before they decided to make their way down the
mountain and back home. Patrik was disappointed with the lack of
success of his overtures to Lauren but said nothing. Equally, Nikki
and Mike said nothing about their riverside experience.
A warm glow was kindled inside Lauren, partially by the overhead
sun and the lunch, but also by a burning desire for both her brother
and her best girlfriend. Lauren was supremely happy that afternoon as
they walked through the trees and out onto the road, convinced
beyond any doubt that she was in love, and anyone who talked to her
would have been forgiven for thinking she was drunk.
She arrived home with her brother to find her mother watching
television quietly by herself, her father on the sofa, asleep. A book on
religious fanaticism lay on his stomach, spine broken, pages down,
moving in unison with his breathing. Another book, apparently spared
it's companion's fate, lay unopened on the carpet, titled `Waco and
Beyond'. Lauren guessed why he was asleep; she had found it
difficult to understand why he had wanted to move from the
governments Internal Affairs department across to the new section of
the National Bureau, concerned with organised subversion. He had
made it sound glamorous, even a bit of a James Bond role, until he
confirmed that he had an enormous amount of reading to do if he
wanted to really progress. The only perk that came with the new
position was a four-wheel drive car that promised to be very useful in
the winter.
She emptied the picnic things into the sink and tiptoed up the stairs
with Mike.
End of Chapter 9
Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (10/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 18 Jul 1997 16:51:50 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 10
Monday 20th July
Lauren had been waiting about ten minutes for Nikki when the bus
appeared from around the corner just as her friend arrived. They
boarded it and secured their usual back seats checking the occupants
for any boys. Lauren needed to get the pattern for her bridesmaids
dress and Nikki wanted to come and help select it. The only place to
get the pattern was Interlaken, and so they settled back for the twenty
minute journey.
The bus took them along the banks of the lake Thuner See, the
brilliant blue water dotted with pleasure craft. The ferries that plied
up and down during the summer months jostled for position at the
small quays, anxious to collect passengers along their routes. The
houses either side of the road huddled together, their roofs
overhanging several meters in places. Gift shops displayed their usual
trinkets, cow bells, Toblerone, postcards and cuckoo clocks. The
advertising was unobtrusive, elegant to the point of being refined, and
the natural wood and stone of the area had been used thoughtfully in
the design of the properties. The streets were spotlessly clean; graffiti
had yet to invade the country. Many of the villages had working wells
as a center point, offering a natural place for meeting, discussion and
the general contemplation of life.
Lauren and Nikki chatted about the wedding and where they would
go for their honeymoon if they found someone to marry. Lauren
confided that she couldn't work out how people get boyfriends.
"I mean, how do you know when you going out with them rather than
just seeing them and being friends?"
"I guess you kiss a lot and that does it. It's more than just going to
the cinema or something" advised Nikki with authority.
Lauren looked at her, noting the wisdom of her advice. "What if
someone just asks you to go out with them, though?"
"Oh, I don't think that counts!"
"Are you my brother's girlfriend?"
"I don't know. I suppose I could be. But we don't keep planning
when we're going to see each other."
"I just don't get it. And I really don't see how you can ever be sure
enough about someone to want to marry them. That means that you
spend all your life with them!" said Lauren.
"Yeah, I know, it must be really difficult. I could never do that."
Lauren was deep in thought as they passed Spiez Castle, its majestic
square tower standing out proudly against the deep blue of the lake.
The girls left the station and made their way up the High Street
through the middle of the town. They found a haberdashers on the
corner of the first cross street, where the door rang a little bell as they
entered. Lauren thought she had been in here before but couldn't
remember why, although she knew where the patterns were kept, and
made her way over by the window in the far corner. After very
lengthy discussions, they selected one and paid the owner fifteen
francs before leaving. Walking west, they bought a couple of
magazines before entering a coffee house and sitting down. Nikki's
mother had given her some money to buy lunch and they indulged
themselves in milk shakes and pastries while reading the articles in
the magazines and generally over-staying their welcome as the
proprietor paced up and down, fingering the bill and shaking his head
as they talked and giggled at the articles.
As they left the coffee shop they parted, Nikki taking the return bus
while Lauren made her way to the north of town to get a bus to the
woman who was to make the dress, Kristal. She had already phoned
her to say that as she didn't know the times of the buses she could
only say that she would be there sometime in the afternoon. As she
walked, she heard music from what looked like a clothes shop across
the street. For Interlaken it was a large shop with a couple of steps up
from the pavement into the main door. Lauren crossed the road and
leaned on the black wrought-iron railings to look through the
window. It appeared that a fashion show was in progress, and she
could just see a makeshift catwalk and models showing off brightly
coloured clothes. Looking around, she saw an advertisement on the
window, announcing a free fashion show in aid of a local children's
charity.
Lauren entered the shop, and made her way to a space halfway along
the small catwalk which joined up to what look like the regular
changing rooms. She watched as children her own age skipped out of
the changing rooms in jeans and warm clothing in autumn colours.
The looked genuinely happy, probably she thought because they were
amateurs and doing it for charity. The music was upbeat and added to
the excitement. As she looked around, she noticed a boy on his own
on the opposite side of the catwalk, closer to the changing rooms,
also watching the parade. She was impressed. He looked about
Mike's age but that made him all the more interesting - she couldn't
imagine her brother being interested in such things. As he turned to
look at the far end of the catwalk his gaze passed over her and
returned in a perfect double-take.
Lauren looked down at her shoes as her heart beat wildly. After a
pause, her eyes followed the legs of one of the models from her shoes
up to her skirt. Glancing cautiously off to the right of the model, she
was relieved to see that his attention had returned to the show.
Relaxing, she looked around and found a spare program and noted
that there was the usual wedding dress at the climax and decided that
she would stay. Lauren felt very pleased with herself, even a little
grown up, and applauded in most of the right places. So involved
with the show was she that she didn't notice the boy again looking
directly at her, smiling, nodding as if to say that he thought it was a
great show. Lauren nervously smiled back and looked at her program,
glad to have the catwalk between her and the grinning boy. The
audience applauded as the models wearing the spring collection
appeared at the beginning of the catwalk but as she looked up she
was disappointed to discover that he had gone. She looked quickly
towards the door, but there was no sign of him.
"This is supposed to be the latest in children's clothes if you can
afford it!" said the young boy, standing next to her.
Her heart leapt as she glanced at his face and then back to her
program
"Oh, I, er I was just in here on my way to the bus stop" replied
Lauren, thinking that she didn't have to sound so apologetic, she
could watch if she wanted to.
"I should stay, they might give away free samples!" joked the boy.
"My name's Jim"
"Hi. Lauren." She paused, wondering what he wanted with her. As
they looked at the clothes, a very young boy tripped and fell, jumping
back up within seconds to the applause of the crowd. Both Lauren
and Jim clapped, exchanging smiles. Lauren's fear and trepidation
gave way to excitement as she relaxed in the knowledge that the boy
wasn't a mad axe man that her mother often warned her about.
"That's lovely. Look at that" shouted Lauren over the music as a girl
her own age walked in a carefree manner past her wearing a pale blue
summer dress. She was surprised that she was able to make
conversation with him as that had always been her greatest fear as
she imagined herself meeting boys in her daydreams.
"Can you spare a thousand francs?"
"You're joking. Nobody would pay that...would they?" she asked
with a look of astonishment.
"Sure.
And so when Lauren mentioned that she was interested in the
wedding dress and showed him the pattern the conversation (which
Lauren could remember nothing about when she told Nikki later)
turned to modeling and the skills required. Jim flatteringly said that he
thought that Lauren would do a better job than many of the models, a
comment she dismissed until he repeated it and confirmed he was
serious. Lauren watched the models and concluded that there was
much skill in professional modeling that she had seen on the TV but
not unexpectedly it was absent from there today. She warmed to Jim
and his easy manner, and after the final wedding dress she didn't
hesitate when he suggested going for a walk along the main street.
The crowds were thinning now as the shops began to close, their
shutters half way down to discourage further customers. As they
turned the corner by the river, the distinctive aroma of roasting coffee
filled the air, it's source easily identified from the smoke billowing
through an extractor fan twenty meters from them. Jim tugged her by
the hand, past the cafe window displaying pastries and bread, and
into the dimly lit shop as the bell tinkled above the door.
Lauren looked at him and noticed more than a superficial similarity to
her brother. Jim had dark curly hair, longer than her brothers and a
strong, dark face with brilliant white teeth in a firm jaw. He wore a
light leather jacket and dark green open-necked shirt with jeans. He
had an expensive but casual air about him and seemed at ease in
restaurants. It transpired that he too was on holiday from school, but
attended a boarding school in Grenoble. Lauren's nerves calmed as
she became more open and engaged further in conversation with him.
By the end of the coffee they were laughing and joking, and he teased
Lauren kindly about allsorts of things while at the same time paying
her compliments in an indirect manner.
He again brought up his thoughts that she should have been up on the
catwalk.
"Do you really think so? I don't know what to do" responded Lauren,
intrigued beyond measure.
"You're a natural, you're so calm" Jim said looking into her eyes.
"Well, I don't know."
"Why don't you visit my aunt? She's great with potential models.
She'll tell you if you've got it" he said casually.
Lauren wanted to know every detail about his aunt, and it turned out
that she was a friend of his family's rather than an real aunt, but they
treated her like one. She also had another lady assisting in the
business, and they worked from an old farmhouse outside Brienz, an
area she was not familiar with except as a final destination on one of
the bus routes. She was very busy but if she wanted, Jim would try
and get her an appointment. Lauren thought it might be fun, but was
sure her mother would kill her if she knew. Jim added that sometimes
she can get new models work doing catalogue photos. That did it for
Lauren, and giggling, she wrote her phone number on his hand,
asking him to call her when he heard from his aunt.
"Can I call you anyway? Perhaps we could go somewhere" he asked.
"Sure, that would be fun" said Lauren smiling back at him as she
blushed.
They left the cafe and briefly held hands in the street before going
their separate ways. Lauren was astounded. It had been so easy, and
her nervousness had disappeared quickly. Jim, she thought, that's a
nice name. She spent the whole of the journey trying to remember
what he looked like and was disappointed to discover that she
couldn't remember the colour of his eyes, or even very much of what
they talked about. All she really knew was that he had her number,
and she would die if he didn't call her again.
Lauren took the bus in her enhanced dream state to Kristal's house,
walking the last two hundred meters down the little lane to the last
house on the right. The tiny hamlet was deserted, the silence broken
only by the tuneless twittering of a lark high above her head. She
couldn't see the bird, even against the background of the rapidly
rising mountains that marked the end of the gardens for many of the
houses. A high-pitched squeak greeted her as she opened the iron
gate. She made her way slowly up the brick path, knocking on the
door as she inspected the formal flower bed around the front of the
house. Kristal opened the door and greeted her with more pleasure
than she had been expecting, even though she hadn't seen her for
almost a year. She hugged her on the doorstep before allowing her
into the lounge.
Lauren looked around and saw that most of the downstairs part of the
old house had been converted into her workshop since her last visit.
Kristal spread the pattern out on her cutting table and poured over it,
sighing and nodding occasionally as she took note of the shape and
features of the dress and bodice, glancing occasionally at Lauren as
she checked her shape with professional detachment. Kristal checked
the date of the wedding and her other commitments, nodding to
confirm that she would have enough time to do it. She held a tape-
measure up against Lauren's chest, noting down the numbers as she
moved to her waist and then her hips. She measured her breasts
again, pulling the tape tightly together to ensure that her
measurements were accurate.
"Want a coffee or something" asked Kristal.
"Something, but not coffee, I've had so much today" replied Lauren,
sitting down as Kristal motioned towards the sofa. She looked at the
large room, noting the pastel shades of pink and the darker reds that
gave the room a sense of style and purpose. It was clear that someone
had thought about the colour scheme carefully before starting and had
created a superb impression of opulence and space.
Kristal returned with some ice-cold lemonade and sat down with her,
placing her glass on the coffee table in front of them. Her long dark
hair swirled over the shoulders of her simple white blouse. As she sat
down, the long dark blue wrap-around dress fell open slightly to
reveal her thigh. The conversation continued with weddings and
marriages, and Kristal was keen to hear who was getting married.
"AnneMarie Grob, in our village" said Lauren.
"What? Does she have very long blonde hair, pretty face, medium
height?" asked Kristal quickly.
"Yes, that's her. Do you know her?"
"I used to, but haven't seen her for ages. I must give her a call and
congratulate her" said Kristal. Her smile faded from her face as she
looked down. "I must wash my hands, just a moment"
Lauren looked around for a new topic to discuss. "Does your
husband still work in advertising?" shouted Lauren at the kitchen.
Kristal returned. "He was a photographer, and we've been separated
for almost four months actually. Don't worry, I thought I'd told
everyone" said Kristal with a slightly embarrassed tone. She pulled
her skirt across her knees, covering her legs.
"I'm sorry, you were only married ..." stuttered Lauren, making it
worse.
"I know, less than a year. It was strange, when you're a little older I
tell you about it" said Kristal reassuring her.
"Oh dear, will you get back together again?" asked Lauren, not to be
put off that easily.
Kristal took a deep breath and launched into an edited version of why
they had separated. She had married after knowing him for only a few
months, during which time they had had a very passionate
relationship. Their work and her husband's sexual enthusiasm
(Lauren guessed that was what she meant by `drive') had made their
marriage more and more difficult. Lauren plucked up courage to ask a
really adult question.
"So he wanted to sleep with you all the time?" he asked, half
expecting to get her face slapped.
"No! Wait" smiled Kristal, warming visibly to Lauren. She walked
across the room and returned with an album of photos marked
`Wedding'.
"There, that's me on my wedding day, and there he is. I look quite
happy, yes? Now look!"
Lauren stared at the page. Kristal looked overweight and bored, far
worse than she did as Lauren looked at her to provide a comparison.
Kristal turned to her.
"The problem was that he couldn't satisfy me. Maybe some of it was
my fault for being so demanding, but the fun we had before we were
married soon disappeared. I'm sorry, you shouldn't have to hear
about this, I'm a bad advert for marriage!" said Kristal, touching
Lauren's arm in reassurance.
"No, I think I understand. It's just that so many things are happening
at the moment to me that I think sometimes my head will explode."
confided Lauren.
"It's not easy, you take your time. I'll tell you more if you want when
you come back for the first fitting. Shall we say three days? That
should give me time to cut it out and tack together the important
panels." suggested Kristal.
"OK" said Lauren, making for the door, "See you then, same time"
she said, waving as she went down the steps into the road to catch the
bus back to Interlaken, and from there another to Andleburg.
An hour later, she climbed the hill to her house. A large blue car was
parked outside the neighbour's house, and Lauren was even more
intrigued as two ladies got out, both very well dressed, and went
round towards the back door. Lauren though that one was Chinese
and the other from somewhere else, maybe the middle east or Turkey.
She raised her eyebrows as she meditated, losing her train of thought
as her magic carpet imagination whisked her off on another fantasy
ride.
End of Chapter 10
Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (11a/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 18 Jul 1997 16:53:09 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 11
Thursday 23rd July
Three days later, Lauren journey back to Kristal's house on the bus,
arriving at about two o'clock. She rang the door bell and was
interested to see that Kristal looked much smarter than she had last
time, wearing tights or stockings, an ivory coloured skirt and white
blouse with a small, matching ivory waistcoat buttoned down the
middle. Her shoes looked like her mother's which were made by
Bally. Her long dark hair was pinned up, allowing a few strands to
elegantly frame each side of her face. Lauren was about to ask if she
was going out, but Kristal read her thoughts.
"Had to see the solicitor. I need to look like I mean business until I
get to court, then I'll look poor! Anyway, a celebration is in order, my
ex-husband just paid part of the settlement" she said, showing Lauren
to the sofa.
Lauren wasn't sure how to react, assuming that Kristal was referring
to her divorce, but felt under-dressed for sure. She sat down while
Kristal went into the kitchen.
"Do you drink Champagne? Oh, please don't say `no'. Oh, or are you
still under age?" inquired Kristal.
"I'd like some" said Lauren, hopefully answering all her questions as
a dull pop came from the kitchen.
She emerged with a small tray, a bottle and two tall fluted glasses and
placed them on the coffee table. Kristal poured the champagne and
clinked her glass against Lauren's.
"Here's to us girls!" she said by way of a toast.
"Here here. Mmm. Oh, it's gone up my nose, it's so fizzy" giggled
Lauren, holding her hand against her nose as though she was about to
sneeze.
"Slowly, there's no rush. Once we've a little drink we can see how
you look in the dress. I'm quite pleased with it but I would like to
know if you intend wearing it afterwards, I mean as a summer dress
or something."
"I don't know, I hadn't thought about it. I suppose it would be a
waste to use it only once, wouldn't it" said Lauren, sipping her wine
again.
"And I think you'll look beautiful in it. You'll see. Better even than
my bridesmaids - you saw them didn't you?" asked Kristal, filling
Lauren's glass.
"Yes, did you keep your wedding dress?" asked Lauren,
remembering that Kristal had promised to tell her the details about
her ex-husband.
"No, I cut it up and cleaned my car with it! she said with a laugh,
covering her mouth with her hand, suppressing the beginnings of an
attack of the giggles. "Actually, I sold it. It cost quite a lot to make,
and I don't think I'll be needing it again, even if I am only nineteen".
"Surely you'll marry again?"
Kristal moved towards her, touching her arm gently.
"Lauren, don't worry. When I was your age all I wanted was to feel
sure that I'd find the right man and live happily ever after. Now, I'm
sure that it's possible, but I don't see it happening to me. Like I think
I said, I was so sure about my husband before we married, and he
sort of ran out of steam before we had been married a year."
Lauren stared at her drink and emptied it.
"I don't know what to think, life is beginning to get so difficult and
confusing." Her thoughts momentarily wandered off to Nikki and
Mike and the fun they had had together. Her desires felt so natural
and wholesome but then at other times they worried her. Kristal filled
both glasses.
"My trouble was that when I was your age, I experimented, as does
everyone I think, with boys and girls. But I didn't listen to what was
going on inside me and I didn't give myself time to find the right
person"
As the conversation continued, Lauren felt her head starting to swim.
She had had two or three glasses of champagne after a light lunch and
she was slightly hungry.
"How long before you chose between boys and girls then?" asked
Lauren, looking at her glass.
Kristal stood up and took off her waistcoat, leaving it on an armchair.
"Gee, I'm warm. How long? Oh, I don't know if I've ever made that
choice, not one against the other for ever. Lauren, I'm not sure if I
should be talking to you like this, your mother would be angry I
think" warned Kristal, as she sat back down curling her legs under
her, facing Lauren.
"I won't say anything to anyone, don't worry" said Lauren, resting
her head on the back of the sofa, noting that she couldn't quite see
between Kristal's legs.
"I trust you. You see, I found that it's so different when a man
touches you to when a woman does, you know?"
Kristal paused momentarily, but long enough to see that Lauren was
nodding very slightly.
"My husband and I used to have a very good sex life until just after
we were married and then it sort of stopped. If it hadn't been for a
friend of mine I would have gone mad. She satisfied me in a way that
I hadn't felt before, but that's not to say a man couldn't" said Kristal,
watching intently the expression on Lauren's face as she added
intrigue and mystery to her story. She continued.
"Sara was patient, she believed in and practiced foreplay and knew -
because she was a woman - how to treat a woman. I found that the
men I went with just wanted to get inside me and that was it. They
had no time for my feelings."
Lauren nodded. "What did she do, then?" asked Lauren, thinking that
she knew the answer anyway.
"We used to take each other's clothes off, but slowly, without a rush.
And when she touched me, she knew where and when and how hard
and all of those things that you've been doing to yourself for a few
years, I would think. She would kiss me all over and I would happily
do the same for her. And she always washed and made sure she was
clean. In fact that was the best bit sometimes, just having a bath
together, washing ourselves."
The frown on Lauren's forehead relaxed as her lips partly slightly to
give way to the slightest smile. She nodded.
"I'll show you if you like, but don't decide now. Think about it and
tell me after we've checked out your dress. Come on, take your shoes
off" she said, offering Lauren her hand.
Lauren was a little unstable on her feet, and felt worse when she was
asked to stand on a small box, about a foot high. Kristal brought the
dress over from her table and Lauren put her arms through the jacket.
Kristal went round the box and faced Lauren. Pulling the jacket
together, she made a couple of marks with her chalk and took it off
her.
"I think you'll have to slip your jeans down so that I can get a decent
measurement of your hips"
Lauren obeyed, unzipping her jeans and pushing them past her knees
so they bunched around her ankles, all the while holding on to Kristal
with the other hand. The skirt section was draped around her and
fastened at the front.
"I'm going to put some layers under it to give it more volume, let's
try some and see what you think" said Kristal.
Lauren wasn't exactly sure what she meant, but realised that it would
be like having many petticoats on under a dress to give it a very
traditional Swiss shape. Thankfully, Lauren noted that it didn't have
the gaudy reds, blues and greens that characterised many of the
traditional Swiss costumes. With the outer material in place, Kristal
worked a number of layers underneath, pinning them in place.
"OK, that's it. Down you get. Now, let me have this bit" she said,
taking away the lower skirt and the multiple layers underneath. "Have
you thought about whether you'll be wearing stockings at the
wedding?" Kristal asked, knowing that Lauren didn't possess a pair.
"Er no, not really."
"Well, sit down and try some on"
Lauren pulled off her jeans and sat on the edge of the sofa while
Kristal fussed about her, fixing a garter belt in place and then a pair
of dark blue stockings. She insisted doing it all for her, and all Lauren
had to do was stand and walk over the mirror. Lauren was delighted
with what she saw. She looked so grown up, and with her shoes on,
the stockings accentuated the shape of her legs. She twirled, looking
at the shape of her bottom and the crisp outline of one leg against the
other. When Kristal brought in a white pair, she wanted to do it
herself. Lauren returned to the sofa, and with one leg bent up against
her chest, she rolled one pair off and the other on, standing and fixing
the straps herself with much satisfaction. Kristal followed her this
time to the mirror and sat down at her feet. She looked in the mirror
at Lauren while pulling one of the stockings up higher to match the
other. Her hand came away from the material and caught her vagina.
"Oh, sorry" she said, looking up at Lauren.
Lauren smiled. She felt so sexy, even a little powerful, and
understood what Kristal was doing. She had already made her mind
up that she wanted to know more from this girl and so she turned to
her, her legs apart slightly more than necessary.
"That's OK, I'm a bit wet"
"I know. That's because you feel sexy. And that's because you are,
very sexy" she said quietly, trailing her fingers down the back of her
legs.
"Show me what she did to you?" whispered Lauren, swaying slightly
from the wine and the touch of the girl. Kristal smiled up at her.
"Lie on the sofa, I'll be back when the bath is ready. All we'll do is
wash together. Hey, and don't fall asleep on me." requested Kristal,
on her way to the bathroom. Lauren heard the sound of the water as
the bath filled, and heard a couple of drawers shutting, presumably
from the bedroom.
The water stopped, and Lauren heard the toilet flush, reminding her
the she needed to go as well. She had noticed a cloakroom by the
from door and made her way towards it. She returned inside a minute,
and lay back on the sofa just as Kristal entered the lounge. She had
changed into a short white silk dressing gown that fastened at the
front. Her hair was down, hanging loosely way past her shoulders.
She had removed her stockings and shoes. Lauren thought she had
probably removed her underwear as well, but didn't really mind. In
fact, as the room floated around, she cared about nothing at all.
Kristal leaned down and picked up Lauren in her arms like a baby.
"Relax, I won't drop you" she said reassuringly, carrying her into the
bedroom and placing her gently on the bed.
"Mmm, that's nice" said Lauren, feeling the cool cotton against her
thighs.
"Let's get you ready for your bath, then, shall we?"
Kristal sat next to her and eased her T-Shirt over her head. She
looked stunned as she looked at the little girl's breasts and seemed to
have to restrain herself from proceeding too quickly. Kristal leaned
over and kissed Lauren's stomach, causing butterflies to flutter
through her own body. Her lips pecked at her soft skin, slowly and
gently, just as she had described to her. Lauren closed her eyes and
sank deeper into the pillow, her right hand finding Kristal's head
where she played with her long, dark hair. Kristal's kisses traveled
upwards between her breasts, and as they reached her neck, Lauren
leaned backwards to give her as much encouragement as possible.
Kristal moved around to the side of her neck and kissed below her
ear.
Lauren's heart was pounding, her body torn between rapid
satisfaction and prolonging an exquisite experience at the hands of
the older teenager. Perhaps she could be satisfied many times this
afternoon. Without making any particular decision, Lauren resumed
her floating as Kristal's tongue licked around her ear. Lauren parted
her legs by bending the right knee, and moved her right hand down
between her legs. Kristal took hold of Lauren's hand, and allowing
her to feel her vagina through her knickers, whispered to her.
"Taste it"
Lauren dreamily brought her hand up to her mouth and licked her
fingers. Kristal moved over her and kissed her lips, letting her tongue
enter her mouth, licking her lips and fingers. Her hand moved onto
Lauren's stomach while she kissed the little girl passionately.
Lauren's hand returned to the long dark hair that hung over her
breasts, and traced a path from her head across her shoulders and
down inside her dressing gown. She cupped her breast, feeling the
erect nipple in the palm of her hand stiffen as she explored.
"Oh, that's it" murmured Kristal.
Slowly, as though they had all the time in the world, Lauren explored
her other breast, while Kristal kissed her lips, her ear, then traveled
down to her breasts, languidly running her tongue around in circles
before concentrating on her nipples. Lauren felt the tremblings of her
orgasm begin in the depths of her stomach, joining up with the warm
glow from deep inside her vagina. Kristal moved away from her
nipples, downwards, across the flat of her stomach to the inside of
her thighs. Her tongue ran along the inside of her left thigh, as her
long dark hair flowed delicately over her right. Each journey of her
tongue ended closer to her vagina, never quite reaching, always
turning back waiting for permission to proceed. In desperation,
Lauren tugged at Kristal's dressing gown, exposing her rounded
breasts. She looked across and finding the chord, pulled at the bow
and let the gown fall out of sight. Kristal understood only too well,
and pushed her hand underneath Lauren's bottom, taking hold of the
waistband of her knickers.
Lauren raised her bottom in anticipation and was rewarded as Kristal
slid her knickers down to her ankles. Lauren lowered her trembling
body back onto the bed as Kristal resumed kissing her thighs. She
made no comment about the lack of pubic hair, but Kristal quickly
put her left hand between her own legs, pushing a finger straight into
her drenched pussy. Her tongue finally made contact with Lauren's
pussy lips, at which point Lauren spread her legs and bent her knee,
knocking Kristal on the side of her head.
"Bath time, young lady." said Kristal
End of Chapter 11a
Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (11b/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 18 Jul 1997 16:52:29 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
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 11b
Kristal stood up and went to her chest of drawers, searching for some
new underwear. She selected silk underwear for both of them, and
had clearly decided that they would do without anything else unless
Lauren wanted to put the stockings back on. She turned back to
Lauren, leaning her head to one side, checking if Lauren had fallen
asleep. Lauren let out a long sigh.
"I'm not sure if I can walk. I really would like to do that some more
after we've had a wash. Please?" asked Lauren, getting carefully to
her feet.
"Oh, don't you worry, I'll make sure you enjoy yourself" she said,
taking Lauren by the hand and leading her into the bathroom. Kristal
got into the bath first, and helped Lauren to step in carefully and turn
round so that Lauren's back was to her. She sat down, and guided
Lauren between her legs. Lauren inhaled deeply, buoyed by the water
and the deeply provocative scent of the bath oils.
"Lie back on me. That's it." The bathwater gurgled out through the
overflow for a couple of minutes as Lauren leant back, her head
resting on Kristal's left shoulder. She could feel her breasts
supporting her back and the hard nipples on her shoulder blades.
Kristal brought her knees up and Lauren rested her hands on them,
letting out another sigh. The old bath was ideal for two people
without being so big as to lose any chance of intimacy. Kristal
swished the water around, splashing it against Lauren's chest. Lauren
looked up at Kristal and the two girls kissed, lightly at first, Lauren
this time introducing her tongue, running it along Kristal's lips and
searching out her mouth. Kristal brought her hand up onto Lauren's
breasts, massaging them and marveling in their young firmness.
"Is this what you did? It's so relaxing."
"When you're ready, we'll wash each other and then get dressed in
some nice clothes if you like" said Kristal, taking the soap in her hand
and applying a lather to Lauren's breasts. After she had rinsed the
soap off, she pushed Lauren very slightly forward.
"Stand up, I'll wash you now" she said, holding Lauren's arm to
steady her as she turned to face her.
Kristal picked up the soap, and taking each foot in turn, gently
applied the lather, washing each toe carefully. She then moved up to
her legs and thighs, again washing each alternately and rinsing it off
with the bath water. She pushed her legs apart slightly, looking
directly now at her vagina. Kristal could see her pussy lips widely
parted, and her clitoris almost hanging out of her. Soaping her hand,
she started washing her inner thighs and beyond to the cheeks of her
bottom, very gently massaging her pubic mound down and back up to
her anus. Soon, without any resistance, her fingers pushed gently
inside, exploring deeper and deeper into her vagina as Lauren
steadied herself against the wall, her head swimming with the delight
of the girls' touch.
"Turn round".
Lauren turned and felt Kristal push her forward. Kristal rubbed soap
over the firm mounds of her buttocks, gradually moving between the
muscular valley into the deep gorge that led to her anus. Lauren felt
fingers exploring, gliding gently over her skin as her little brown hole
received more attention than ever before.
"No, I don't think I like that" said Lauren, gripping the sides of the
bath as she leaned forward.
"It's OK, it feels different but you'll find it's very sexy."
"I..I don't know..don't hurt me!" pleaded Lauren, turning to look at
her.
"Shh, there there, open your legs a little wider. There, that's better!"
Kristal parted the cheeks of her bottom and soaped her little hole in
small circles, pushing against the strong muscles more frequently as
the hole pulsed with pleasure.
"Really, it feels, you know"
"Just relax, I promise it's a wonderful feeling!"
Gently, she introduced a little of her index finger into the little girl's
anus causing Lauren to gasp. She withdrew, rinsed her finger and
again applied it with soap once again, pushing further in this time.
"Oh God" she cried as her muscles pulsed around the intruder.
Lauren pushed back almost imperceptibly - just enough to indicate to
Kristal that Lauren did indeed find it a pleasurable experience.
Lauren dropped to her knees as she gripped the side of the bath. She
pushed her bottom into the air as her head dropped down and her hair
trailed in the water. Kristal pushed her finger in deep into her,
pushing and pulling rhythmically, stopping occasionally to lubricate
her finger with soap. She slowed down once she heard Lauren
groaning in time with her fingers, eventually withdrawing as Lauren
groaned both from pleasure and frustration.
Satisfied that she was clean everywhere, she pulled Lauren back
down into the bath, holding her against her chest. Her hand caressed
the side of her face and she kissed her on the lips as Lauren arched
her back and twisted round, desperate to meet her embrace. They
locked together in their embrace as Kristal explored her young
breasts, offering her own to Lauren as their hands ensured that their
bodies were wonderfully slippery.
"Now you need to wash me, just like I did" said Kristal, separating
from Lauren slowly and standing up.
Lauren's gaze followed the form of the young girl from her legs up to
her neatly trimmed pubic hair. Kristal stood with her legs together,
and as Lauren knelt in front of her, she could just make out the
beginning of her pussy lips, in between which was a hint of her inner
pinkness. Looking up, she saw the roundness of her full breasts which
separated naturally allowing her to see Kristal smiling down. Lauren
took the soap from Kristal's hand and dipped it into the water,
lathered her hands and positioned Kristal's right foot on her own
thigh. Lauren's hands trembled slightly as she rubbed the soap
between the toes, her eyes drawn irresistibly upwards to Kristal's
slightly parted legs and the water dripping from her vagina.
She finished washing the other foot and began to slowly soap her legs
and thighs, trying hard to mimic the caresses that had been lavished
on her moments before. Kristal positioned her feet further apart,
allowing Lauren to run the back of her hand over her vagina as she
washed her inner thighs. Kristal's muscles tensed as she felt the
young fingers exploring, kneading and trembling over her vagina,
anxiously seeking her clitoris. Then the small finger probed inside her
and withdrew, returning so gently that she opened her legs wider to
encourage deeper exploration.
Lauren slowly, nervously, explored the girl. She was very conscious
of her inexperience, and concerned that Kristal might at some time
scold her for being inept. But the pleasure she had recently felt at the
hands of Kristal gave her the encouragement she needed to return her
finger to her pussy, run the bar of soap over the delicate folds of skin,
and then push her index finger into her hot little cave. Lauren learned
quickly, sensing from her own attempts where Kristal liked to be
touched, and how lightly she needed to run her fingers over her lips to
produce such an intense reaction. She looked up at Kristal and saw
she had her eyes closed as she held on tightly to the shower fitting.
She moved slightly, signaling the end of the first phase.
"Do you want to do any more?" asked Kristal.
Lauren withdrew her fingers and explored further between her legs,
searching upwards until she encountered her little brown hole. She
brought her hands to Kristal's hips and after a moments thought,
turned her. Kristal lowered herself into the bath, resting on all fours.
Lauren ran her hand underneath the girl, rubbing her vagina with her
arm as she ran her hand over her stomach. With soapy fingers, she
covered her anus with bubbles, pushing the bar of soap against the
little hole in front of her. Kristal gripped the sides of the bath and
lowered her head, breathing in deeply.
"Lori, sweet, you don't have to do this for me, you know"
"I liked it after a while. I want to do it to you"
Lauren placed her index finger at the entrance to her bottom and
pushed firmly, entering almost an inch as Kristal gasped. It felt tight,
the muscular walls yielding under protest as she withdrew to wash
her finger and apply more soap. Pushing again, she felt the iron ring
of muscle relax slightly and remain open, inviting her to enter further,
harder. Lauren wasn't counting the number of times she pushed her
finger in and withdrew. She knew the feeling was exquisite for Kristal
and was intent on providing her with as much pleasure as humanly
possible. Her left hand moved down between Kristal's legs, rubbing
her pubic hair and clitoris in a circular motion. Lauren continued for
several minutes, maintaining a steady pace, causing Kristal's body to
tremble perceptibly.
"We should get out my sweet," said Kristal, slowly moving forward.
She looked back at Lauren, smiling to reassure her that this was not
the conclusion of the lesson. The girls rinsed off and stood together,
drying themselves.
"I've got some clothes for you to wear. Try these on with this"
Kristal said, picking up the pale blue silk French knickers and slip.
Kristal put her dressing-gown back on, this time pulling on a pair of
lace knickers. She took Lauren by the hand once more and led her
back to the bed.
"I want this to be perfect. Would you like some more Champagne?"
Lauren shook her head, smiling at her friend in the doorway.
"Music?"
Mmm, please, something quiet"
The silk felt wonderful; the knickers were almost the right size,
looking much too big but fitting snugly around her with the slip
covering her breasts and laying loosely down to her hips. She ran her
hand over her breasts, marveling at the sensuous feeling of the
material against her nipples. She curled up, pushing her face deeper
into the pillow, and closed her eyes, the faintest hint of a smile on her
lips. She sensed Kristal returning to her side as the bed dipped and
settled, warm breath on the back of her neck as an arm pulled her
closer to her lover. Lauren entwined her feet with Kristal's as a hand
moved slowly underneath the slip and searched out her breasts.
Lauren turned onto her back and opened her eyes to see Kristal
smiling down from above as she continued to caress her nipple with
her hand. A sound like pipes, South American pan pipes, drifted from
the lounge, lilting, murmuring their mystical message.
Her lips parted slightly in anticipation of the gentle embrace the
followed, Kristal kissing her upper lip, then her lower lip, and then
licking slowly all around her mouth while squeezing her nipple.
Lauren's heart beat faster as she stroked the side of her friend's face,
wandered down over her shoulder and again found the chord to her
dressing-gown. Kristal moved down her body, pushing the slip up to
reveal the soft skin of her stomach, and began licking in circles as she
had done before, around her stomach. Slowly, as though time didn't
matter, she descended, kissing her knickers, running her tongue under
the top, then under the material that covered her vagina. Kristal
moved the material to one side, exposing her wet slit and clitoris to
the ministrations of her tongue. Lauren squirmed in delight, opening
her legs and pushing her pelvis upwards to increase the sensation.
Kristal held her firmly, insisting on a slower build up as she continued
to lick from the entrance to her vagina, up over the folds of her inner
lips to her clitoris, and then down again.
Lauren could feel her orgasm bubbling, streaks of pleasure coursing
through her body as great bolts of excitement caused her to writhe
and muscles to spasm without her consent. She shivered and trembled
as Kristal continued to languidly lick her little pussy, up and down,
round and round, now probing very slightly inside or flicking the pale
pink bud of her clitoris with the tip of her tongue. She felt the girls
hands move under her bottom and pull the silk knickers, taking them
down past her knees, giving Lauren a wonderful feeling of erotic
freedom. Saliva, mixed with her own lubrication, dribbled down her
pussy lips and over her anus.
Kristal moved her legs so that she could offer her own knickers to the
little girl, lying with her head on her thigh in order to continue licking,
with her left leg bent to expose her pouting vagina. Lauren needed
little encouragement, pulling first one side and then the other in a
frantic effort to divest her of the lovely lace briefs. Even before they
reached her knees Lauren had pushed her head between Kristal's
legs. She bent Kristal's left leg again, pushed her tongue deeply into
Kristal's sex and marveled at the low moan that emanated from deep
within Kristal. Lauren withdrew her tongue, relishing the taste of the
girl on her nose and face. She continued to imitate Kristal, licking the
girl's pussy lips, probing her huge clitoris and pushing a finger into
her vagina. She became dimly aware that Kristal was turning her
attention to her anus as a probing tongue glanced over her little hole.
And then Kristal, in one fluid motion, pushed off her lace knickers
and straddled her, pulling her legs back and bracing them against her
arms. Kristal continued to lick her anus, resting her head on the bed
between her legs while Lauren looked up to see Kristal's clitoris
above her, covered in her own saliva, and her pink inner lips as the
valley disappeared up, out of sight towards her anus. Lauren held her
hips, pulling Kristal closer to her mouth, straining her tongue and
neck to delve back into her hot, wet sex.
After only a minute or so, it became clear that Lauren could not
concentrate on doing any more to her friend as the tell-tale signs of
her orgasm built again. Kristal had inserted a finger into her anus and
was moving it very slowly in and out. She had also resumed her
licking and probing, synchronised so beautifully that to Lauren it felt
like one action, causing sparks to shoot through her up to her breasts
as she tweaked her nipples and back down to her toes. Her breathing
rasped in her dry throat and her leg muscles ached as she fought
against the weight of the girl on top of her. In and out, the fingers
continued, building up their speed and force, generating heat within
her anus and vagina until she was overtaken by an intensity of
pleasure that made arch her back and open her mouth so wide
that she thought she had lost her mind. She froze as she stopped
breathing. Her heart pounded as Kristal continued to provide the
source of wave after wave of orgasm that she had so dearly needed. It
was several moments until, still locked in position, she could utter
even a guttural grunt, sure that she must be wetting herself.
Kristal gradually slowed her pumping, letting the little girl's legs
return to the bed as she lay down alongside her, slowly licking her
pubic mound and down over her thighs. Lauren inhaled deeply,
slowly, moving her right hand in between her legs to clasp her vagina
tightly. She thought she would cry with joy as the warmth of her
orgasm mellowed her. After several moments, Kristal turned and lay
down on the pillow next to Lauren, pushing her left arm around her
shoulders and pulling her tightly towards her body. Kristal noticed the
beads of sweat on Lauren's forehead, and licked them lovingly as
Lauren opened her eyes and smiled. She said nothing but simply
pulled Kristal tighter to her and hugged, nestling into her breasts.
"Time to get dressed, little one" whispered Kristal, several minutes
later.
"What about you?"
"They'll be other times. I enjoyed myself too, you know!"
And with that she stood and dressed again in a simple white blouse
and her dark blue skirt that Lauren had seen on the previous visit.
She left the room, leaving Lauren to dress alone in her own clothes.
"If you come back in about two weeks I'll have almost finished the
embroidery and decorations. Give me a call before you come round,
OK? And here, take a piece of the material and try to find some shoes
to match."
"Thanks," said Lauren meekly, resting her head on Kristal's shoulder
as she put an arm around her.
"Shh, it's our secret! See you soon."
Lauren caught the bus home, still savouring the smell of the girl on
her face and hands.
End of Chapter 11b
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