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Lauren Gisal Volume Two
The following fiction portrays events that will be considered
offensive to some people. Graphic scenes are described of sexual
intercourse by teenagers, adults, with and without their consent.
Later chapters deal with punishment. If you are offended by such
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Chapter 35
Gustav called the next morning, suprising Lauren since it was
usually Elizabeth's job to deal with household matters. He stated, in
a very business-like manner, that Lauren had been given control of
settling all bills, household accounts, credit cards and would be
contacted by their bank in the next few days for specimens of her
signature. He had also written to her to outline what they thought
were the best routes out of the country if trouble struck.
Twice he launched into a speech of how grateful they both were,
how special Lauren was to them, and how they were delighted to
have her in the family. Lauren felt touched by his remarks, although
was embarrassed by the end of his second monologue, wishing they
could discuss more mundane matters. Gustav gave her a brief
update on the election, realising that she would not be able to
follow the news in Spanish. He and Elizabeth would be traveling to
Geneva for talks in two days, but would call before they went and
let her know when they would be back.
She had only just rung off when the phone rang again. It was her
mother, the line perfectly clear.
"Well, how are you?" asked her mother, clearly pleased to speak to
her.
"Fine. We're all fine." What else was there to say? She was hardly
going to tell her all the detail on the news, although she was fairly
sure that CNN would have broadcast it around the world anyway.
"Dear, I have some sad news, I'm afraid."
"What?" She dreaded this. Early in the conversation, clearly why
she had called. Perhaps father was ill, or her brother. Three
thousand miles from home.
"Jim's been in a car accident. Seems he was pretty banged up.
Happened last week"
"How is he?" The truth sank in slowly. He was a very good driver,
and Switzerland had tough driving tests and strict laws. Her chin
trembled. She was determined not to cry.
"Not good. I visited him in hospital. He recognised me but his jaw
was sort of fixed." Her mother's voice wavered, Lauren catching
the emotion.
"I'll write to his Mum, she can forward the letter"
"That would be nice, dear. I'm sure he'd appreciate it. He's been so
miserable since you left, you know"
Lauren frowned. "How do you know?"
"I spoke to his mother"
"Ohh, yeah!"
"He's such a nice boy, Lori. Such a good friend to you!"
"Mum, he's just about the one and only boyfriend I ever had." Her
sorrow turned to anger, a hard lump in her throat hurting as her
breath shuddered with pent up tears. "We both agreed that we
would be free to do whatever we wanted while I was out here!"
"That Claudette has been spreading more rumours, you know. I just
don't know what to say" Ever since high school, Claudette had
insisted that Lauren and Nikki had been 'partners", as she insisted
on terming it. Her mother picked up the rumours in the village and
strenuously defended her daughter. But Lauren knew it was
difficult when her mother was ninety-five percent convinced that
Lauren and Nikki had been lovers, not for a matter of days but
years.
"She can say all she likes. I really don't care" A tear fell to the floor.
She covered the receiver as she sniffed.
"Lori, just be good, right. Look after those children." The
implication hurt beyond measure, calling into question her
competence. She dearly wanted to tell her just how strong she had
been, how she had rejected, fended off temptation. But she was
crying now, her mind tortured by the unkindness of Claudette's
gossip and her inability to retaliate or even defend herself.
"Is Dad OK?" she stuttered.
"We're all fine. I'll write to you tomorrow, OK?"
"Hmm, OK. Bye"
She ran to her room, through into her lounge and stared out of the
window, seething, shaking at the injustice of life. Her gaze took her
thoughts over the horizon, almost due east, and hoping that she had
suddenly been blessed with supernatural powers, imagined a bolt of
lightning striking Claudette dead.
Chapter 36
Lauren had barely stuffed the plates and cutlery from the evening
meal into the dishwasher when the patio door squeaked open.
Lauren glanced at the clock in the kitchen, wondering if one of the
staff had returned for something. Emma skipped off to answer it,
and Lauren was surprised to hear her high-pitched delight and the
voice of Felix. As she washed her hand she smiled, hoping that he
would perhaps stay for a while.
"Hey, what's cookin'?" he asked, sauntering into the kitchen,
followed by Emma who grinned at Lauren over his shoulder. "Hey,
you look nice!" he said, admiring her pale yellow summer dress.
Lauren grinned at the unexpected compliment and shot a glance at
Emma. "Thanks! Not much, I didn't expect you tonight!" she said,
clearly pleased however to see him. She smoothed down her dress
so that it clung to her thighs. He sat down at the table, Emma
quickly occupying the seat next to him, pulling her knees up against
her chest and wrapping her arms around her legs. Lauren had no
doubt what was going through her little mind.
"Hey, don't get settled. I was going to make some coffee"
suggested Lauren. Her mind though was on the dress, and the
feeling she had had earlier that told her to change for dinner and
have a rest from the T-Shirt image. The dress was light, pure cotton
and she always felt very comfortable in it.
"Great, can we see the news?"
"Yeah, let's take it into my little lounge, is that OK?" asked Lauren,
thankful for a maneuver that would get them alone without Emma.
"Course" said Felix. They carried their drinks off to the other end of
the house and left Emma alone in the kitchen. In the back of
Lauren's mind was a voice suggesting that she was making a bad
move, but the thought of continuing her goal of one man, one
persuasion outweighed any other concern as her shoes echoed
down the cold marble hall.
They settled on the sofa and sipped slowly as the local TV station
once again brought bad news. Grain supplies had been halted, bread
was not available even a hundred miles to the north of them, and
the film clips showed mountains of food rotting in the hot sun
because of a lack of delivery vehicles.
More shots showed army trucks and soldiers unloading food and
distributing it to the poor and needy. Felix and Lauren laughed
together at the implausibility of the scene, hungry people lined up in
an orderly fashion, quietly waiting for great packages of supplies,
then thanking the soldiers courteously before walking slowly away.
Remarkably, there were interviews with the government candidates,
but none with the opposition. Nor was there any mention of the
opposition platform, their issues or manifesto. Lauren cuddled
closer to him, shielding herself from the onslaught of news that
annoyed her sense of fair play.
The lounge itself looked like a battlezone, with old newspapers and
books lying over the floor. Lauren noted that two pairs of knickers
lay down by the television that had been washed in the bathroom
but hadn't quite made it to her drawers. Shoes dotted the floor.
Finishing her coffee she rose and gathered the clothing, well aware
that each time she crouched down her dress rose over her thighs
and revealed her tanned legs. Perhaps that was the reason she had
always liked the dress, along with the feeling that it hugged her
figure at the waist and breasts yet retained the little schoolgirl
freshness as she twirled in it.
Felix put his coffee carefully on the floor by his feet and stretched
out his arms towards Lauren, silently beckoning her as he sat on the
sofa. She angled her head to one side enquiringly and slowly took
the couple of paces across the floor, dumping the collected clothes
in a new pile where they would not doubt lie untouched for yet
another week.
He smoothed the material over her buttocks and caressed the back
of her thighs as his hands felt their way over her legs. She swayed
as he pulled her closer, steadying eventually as he kissed just below
her navel. Lauren took his head in her hands and murmured
appreciation, feeling his lips and hands exploring her body. She
clenched the cheeks of her bottom together, stretching in delight at
the feeling of his attention.
His hands slipped under the hem of her dress, gliding over the backs
of her thighs and delving deliciously between her legs. His thumbs
found the elastic of her knickers and he quickly lifted the material to
allow his fingers entry and access to her buttocks. Warmth flooded
her mind as she felt her arousal growing below. Felix pulled at her,
twisting her onto the sofa so that his lips could seek hers. She
pulled him closer, closing her eyes as they embraced gently. His
insistent hands fluttered over the tight material covering her mound
causing her stomach to reciprocate while their kisses became more
passionate as his exploration grew bolder. He flicked at her lips
with his tongue, pecking at her upper lip before turning his
attention slowly to her neck and shoulders.
She knew where he was going and was only too happy to guide his
mouth over her breasts, down along her stomach and to feel him
nuzzling against her hips. To her surprise and delight he lifted her
dress and disappeared underneath the pale fabric, touching her
thighs lightly as his warm breath marked his progress towards her
damp pussy. His fingers touched so lightly that on occasions she
thought she would giggle but her mind would allow no chance of
interruption and she parted her legs and slipped down on the sofa to
allow him easier access.
His tongue found the elastic of her knickers and tried to push
underneath without success. She then felt him push his hands
underneath her bottom and start to tug at the material, success
coming slowly as he pushed his tongue towards her pussy and
swollen labia. Lauren allowed herself a glance between her legs and
could only see the movement of her dress accompanied by the
rustling of the material and the sound of his breathing. The
sensation of being attended to by an unseen force excited her to
such an extent that she brought her feet up onto the sofa and lewdly
parted her legs, pushing down on her thighs with her hands to
ensure he had maximum freedom.
"I'm going to eat you out!" he said, gripping her thighs. Lauren
opened her eyes again, surprised by his words and unsure how to
respond. She was unused to discussion during love-making and was
embarrassed by his commentary. She gripped his head and pulled
him closer. He pulled her knickers down slightly more so that he
could easily get his tongue inside her hot vagina. "Oh, God, you're
so wet, and so warm"
Lauren responded, cautiously, with a heartfelt groan, shifting to his
ministrations as she felt his stiff tongue pushing inside her. "Mmm,
yes!" she said, wondering what to say.
"Oh, yes, you love that, don't you? Jeeze, you taste wonderful!"
"Oh, Felix, don't stop, please!" she said breathlessly. Her initial
inhibitions overcome, the discussion was just one other stimulation
affecting her body. Part of her wanted to rip her dress off so that
she could be totally naked in front of him, while another restraining
force dictated that she enjoy the new sensation of being eaten while
fully dressed. While she caressed her thighs lightly with her fingers
he slipped a wet finger down from her pussy and circled her anus.
"I'm going to make you come. God, you're so beautiful, so sexy!"
The words had a heady sound to them and as he pushed into her
anus her cares and reluctance vanished with his finger.
"Oh yes, deeper. Lick my clit, please!" Her heart pounded at her
words. She had never spoken in such a way before, not even with
Nikki. But her orgasm continued to build as the warm, deep feeling
of his finger grew and fed the wash of pleasure that built in the
depths of her womb. "Oh Felix, I'm coming!" she shouted. He
increased the rate of stroking in her anus and pulled at her clitoris
with his lips before pressing hard against it with his tongue, circling
and lapping as she shook uncontrollably. Pulling her legs back, she
came with a wash of pleasure that made her want to laugh, her anus
gripping his finger as she threw her head back against the sofa. He
held on, licking and probing as she squirmed and reveled in the
release of their loving, her legs snapping shut around his head,
trapping him in the softness and warmth of her sex.
"Oh, I can feel you coming on my tongue! Oh, that feels so good!"
he mumbled, licking hard along the length of her inner lips, pushing
the gusset of her knickers away as best he could. Lauren vanished
in the warmth of her orgasm, pushing back hard against the sofa
while squeezing her thighs together, sucking the last vestiges of
pleasure from her trapped lover. His tongue pushed hard into her
sweet sex bringing on a second wave of pleasure that wrapped and
rolled over the first, making her anus pulse around his finger as he
pushed further into her. She felt the palm of his hand against her
buttocks, his thumb teasing at the entrance to her vagina. Slowly,
her thighs relaxed their grip and she heard him breath loudly,
coming up for air before he drowned in her pleasure.
Lauren reached down, wrapping his head in her dress, guiding him
away from her vagina and towards her thigh. His face slid against
her, saliva and cum mixing over her silky tanned skin. He nibbled
her, darting occasionally back to her labia, flicking at her as he
planted delicate kisses. Lauren regained her senses, her heat
pounding, leg muscles taut and complaining. She looked down and
smiled to herself at the almost comical sight of a pair of trousers
and two feet protruding between her thighs and beneath her dress.
She recalled a centerfold from a magazine that her brother had
'found', with a girl, dressed similarly, with her shoes on the sofa, her
fine, tanned thighs spread. Perhaps that what the shoes were meant
to signify, a rush to orgasm with no time for the preliminaries.
Lauren recalled thinking how staged that picture had seemed.
Her mind turned back to her man; she realised he was
accomplished, aware that it had taken Jim almost two years of
trying before he could make her come with his tongue. But this
young man seemed to be able to do it to order, adding variety as
well into the bargain. He moved his finger, pulling inexorably as it
slid from her anus. The sudden sensation of heat glowed again
within her, causing her to shudder slightly as he gripped her
knickers and tugged. With her legs together they came down only a
few inches before he stopped, emerged from between her legs and
kissed his way back up to greet her.
"You're so gorgeous!" he said, nibbling her breasts beneath her
dress. The urge to rip her clothes off returned but instead she
leaned forward and flicked the buttons on his shirt. He shrugged it
off and knelt in front of her, presenting a large bulge and a probable
damp spot next to the metal zip of his trousers. Lauren wrenched
his belt to one side and allowed him to assist as his trousers
dropped to the floor. She felt his cock beneath his underpants and
confirmed the dampness beneath. Suddenly, with great strength, he
gripped her wrists and held them over her head against the back of
the sofa. Her breasts pushed hard against the thin fabric of her
dress, making the buttons pop as he quickly revealed her white bra.
He pushed the material to one side, allowing both breasts to burst
out. His free hand went behind her back, pulling her towards him
and he sank onto her nipples, licking and nibbling as she once again
closed her eyes, wondering if she had any capacity left to orgasm
that night. Her arms stretched above her head as he feasted on her,
his ardor gaining as his stiffness rubbed against her leg.
"Turn over!" he said, releasing her wrists and pulling at her hip. She
obliged, feeling the coarse material of the sofa on her stomach and
upper thighs. One hand found her breasts while the other caressed
her stomach, exploring down further over her dress and under her
knickers to her pubic hair. His cock nestled into the valley of her
buttocks, still restrained by his pants but nonetheless hard and
demanding. He pulled her further away from the sofa so that her
buttocks were free and pushed his knee between her legs, spreading
them further apart. "Do you have any oil?" he asked impatiently.
"What like?"
"I dunno, any Baby Oil?"
"In the bathroom, on one of the shelves." Lauren realised that it
was next to the gloves she had used on Lauren, but the thought
trailed off as he returned and dripped the wonderful liquid over the
taut area of her buttocks. She sensed his pants being removed and
felt his cock at the entrance to her oiled vagina, amused by the way
her knickers strained against his insistence. He rubbed himself along
her length, probing her vagina and anus as he leaned against her,
pushing her into the sofa. She turned her head to one side, vaguely
aware of him behind her and his slippery hands as they explored her
breasts. He rested the head of his cock against her anus and Lauren
held her breath. She felt an exploratory finger again teasing her
wrinkled hole, entering maybe an inch before turning and leaving.
She was astounded. Nobody had ever taken such liberties with her,
or been so forward or in such command. And yet it was giving her
so much pleasure. She felt secure, safe with him and so infatuated
with his style and willingness to experiment that she knew they
were destined to try many new variations in their relationship.
He pushed against the entrance to her vagina, splitting the lips
slowly as she gripped his greasy length. Deeper he went, plowing
into her firmly as he tweaked her nipples. Now he had found his
target, he moved over her again, kissing around the back of her
neck and licking her earlobes as his stroking began. His stroke was
short but sure, pushing between her labia, into her vagina, pausing
in the heat then pulling out all the way. Then returning, splitting her
again, steadily, surely. Lauren slid her hands down underneath her
stomach and gripped her thighs, cupping her pussy, ensuring that as
he slid into her he found the target each time. She could feel the
wetness as her fingers slid easily around his length, touching his
balls at the end of each stroke. She caught her clitoris between two
straight fingers and squeezed gently, sending waves of pleasure and
increasing the expectation and the accompanying bubbles of
excitement within.
Suddenly, his strokes became insistent, random, almost painfully
fierce until he stopped, catching his breath. She knew he had picked
up the oil once again, confirmed by the warm trickle down between
the tight globes of her buttocks. He withdrew from her pussy and
re-positioned himself behind her, one hand spreading the cheeks of
her bottom roughly apart.
"No..." she whispered.
"Shh!"
Very gently, he rested his stiff cock against her anus, rubbing
around the tiny opening. She could feel the muscles spasm,
alternately celebrating and rejecting the intruder. He groaned
quietly to himself, entering her no more than half an inch. Lauren
felt the burning sensation immediately as the strong muscles were
stretched apart. The moment of truth. Years of thought, fantasy and
expectation distilled into a brief moment. Lauren had determined
that it would feel just like a man's thumb inside her. Just as stiff and
hard. Bathtime had offered the opportunity to experiment. Lying on
her side, her dark hair trailing in the water, she had rested a leg on
the side of the bath, giving her room to soap herself, teasing her
anus with her fingers.
Slowly, she had inserted her index finger, surprising and revolting
herself the first time, wondering if she had done herself some
damage. But at fifteen, revulsion had turned to curiosity, intrigue at
the depth of feeling and the tight grip that her muscles had on her
finger. At sixteen, she fancied she must have introduced objects into
her anus as part of her masturbatory fantasies, slowly inserting her
middle finger while she carefully pushed the beloved hairbrush
inside her pussy. She knew definitely that she was eighteen when
she had stayed at a hotel with her parents just over the border in
France; on one of those hot, summer evenings, she had laid in the
shower, squirting water with the shower head into her bottom, then
dashed to the toilet, holding back as long as possible until she let
the water gush into the pan.
"Please, please be careful......" she whimpered, pushing her buttocks
high into the air to lessen the pain.
"Just relax. Relax your muscles!" he said, running his hand around
her hip and over her oily thighs. She felt him kiss her shoulders, just
as her anus admitted defeat and allowed him in deeper.
"No, please!" Lauren dug her nails into the fabric of the sofa as her
face screwed up in pain. She felt him easing out slowly, slipping
away from her, leaving a void. Once he was all the way out, he
again positioned himself at her entrance and pushed slightly, easing
himself into her depths an inch. She gripped again, the feeling this
time more severe, the expectation of pain overcome by the agony of
reality. He pushed harder, gripping her hips with his hands, pulling
her high into the air as his length plumbed her depths.
Her fantasies with Felix had developed rapidly, the thought on anal
sex with him occurring to her after their first sexual encounter. His
long, thin cock seemed ideal to her, and the perfect tool to
experiment with in relative safety.
So Lauren was at a loss to explain the intense pain she felt, the
feeling of tearing, ripping that accompanied his attempts at
penetration. The devil in her encouraged further tests, while her
natural defences screamed in alarm. Her anus glowed red hot, the
walls of the dark tunnel stretching, sending any thoughts of pleasure
into oblivion.
"Felix, ....."
"Just relax yourself!" he said, pushing very slowly into her. Her
anus felt as though it would split in two, and Lauren was genuinely
worried about doing permanent damage to herself. Summoning her
courage, she rolled onto her side, quivering on the sofa, shaking her
head quickly from side to side. "Hey!" he said, soothingly. "Sorry, I
thought you wanted to try it." He curled up next to her on the small
sofa and caressed her face.
Lauren nodded, avoiding eye contact. "Mmm, I did. Or I do. I
mean, I don't know, I just thought it would be, you know..."
"Less painful?" he asked, returning her kisses.
"Yes." She looked up at him. "It's so nice normally, so different."
"I know, perhaps we'll try again another day, slowly and gently?" he
suggested.
Lauren didn't reply, simply kissed his lips and dwelt in the comfort
of his arms. The novelty of having a house and a lover of her own
had not worn off and she considered herself lucky at the age of
nineteen to have both. Girlfriends back in Switzerland had talked
about renting rooms in Zurich or Geneva, away from their parents
for University courses and the delights of the night, but she had
found it hard to appreciate the freedom until her own fortunes
changed and she made her big trip west.
Many of her thoughts in the previous few days had been centered
on their relationship, her concerns that he would never stay the
night, didn't want her to call at home in case she woke his mother
who was ill. On the other hand, he made her laugh, made her feel
secure, adult. And so what if half their relationship concerned sex.
She had learnt a great deal in the past few weeks, the difference
between Felix and Jim enough to make her wonder why she had
gone out with him for so many years. Her train of thought caused
her to wonder whether she was 'behind' other girls of her age in
sexual technique. Perhaps that was why Emma was experimenting
so much, perhaps such activity is considered normal at thirteen. She
knew that although she had made love to less than five different
boys, she still had many things to learn. At school, some of her class
had talked - at length - about oral sex and sucking boys. She had
never been able to work out why she had never sucked a boy. The
thought didn't repulse her, she thought she would find it quite
exciting. She just didn't know where to begin and was afraid that he
would yelp in pain. Perhaps she would take the plunge next time.
She felt his chest and worked her way down to his cock. He was
still rock hard, slippery with the oil and his balls felt wonderful
between her fingers. He slipped his hand around the taut globes of
her buttocks and pulled her knickers further down past her knees.
She slipped them off, making sure she threw them towards the
bathroom, out of sight. The slipperiness of the material astonished
her, raising her curiosity to such an extent that she quickly felt her
pussy, her middle finger running along the length of her labia. Felix
sensed her experiment and raised her leg, slipping it onto the top of
the sofa, opening her. Lauren groaned with delight as her finger
slipped inside her pussy. She closed her eyes, knowing that Felix
was watching but not caring.
Felix slid round and positioned his cock between her legs. Without
ceremony, he pulled her finger from within and sucked on it as he
plunged into her soaking vagina, slipping the whole length inside
her as she arched her back and grabbed the sofa cushions once
again, the muscles in her young body flexing, her vagina
sypathising, tightening as she gripped his cock. She felt him bulge
almost immediately, signaling the imminent orgasm. His stroke was
sure, determined and regular enough for her to concentrate on her
own satisfaction. She brought the leg on top of the sofa closer to
her breasts, the other wider so that her foot touched the floor. Her
surrender excited her as his penetration quickened. She reached
down, playing with her clitoris, summoning her relief as he jerked
and moaned frantically.
"Oh yes, I'm coming!" he cried, grabbing her shoulders in
desperation. She felt the hot stream of cum filling her, pulsing into
her as his cock expanded and pushed against the walls of her
vagina. His rhythm returned as he pumped, still spurting into her.
Lauren raised her bottom, his cock rubbing against her clitoris with
every slippery stroke, her climax on it's glorious way but still in
need of help. He took her legs, pulling them up so that he could
brace his arms behind her knees, then took up again with his sweet
action. Lauren grabbed her feet, pulling her legs way back towards
her head. She trembled with the thought of how they must look as
he pummeled into the young girl, bent double on the sofa. She
came, delightedly, guttural noises coming from her throat as she
screwed her eyes tight. His cum oozed from inside her, dripping
down her buttocks and onto the sofa.
Their activity subsided as he collapsed onto her, easing her legs
down either side of him while his cock returned slowly to its normal
size. As he slipped out, Lauren reached down and ran her fingers
over her pussy, scooping up a generous trail of cum. She smiled,
attracting his attention, and wiped it over her breasts. Felix gazed at
her in astonishment as she pouted sensuously, licking her fingers as
though in a cheap sex film. His cum tasted of very little although
the consistency surprised her with its thickness.
"Wait!" he said, smiling. He slipped to the floor and turned her
towards him, parting her legs slightly, a little unsure of her reaction.
His tongue found her thigh and traced the short path to her vagina.
"Oh Jesus, Felix!" she said, watching him, cleaning her pussy with
eyes closed. She lay back, opening her legs, sure that he would
realise that she was very sensitive. He lapped at her pubic hair,
avoiding her clitoris. Slowly, he rose towards her breasts and
cleaned them before kissing her fully. Together, they tasted their
love making and basked in the warmth of each other until Felix
made his apologies and dressed.
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