Message-ID: <2152eli$9707192203@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Francis Dashwood Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (16/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <199707191636.KAA11210@shaman.lycaeum.org> Lauren Gisal ****Warning - Disclaimer for your protection **** The following fiction portrays events that will be considered offensive by some people in that graphic scenes are described of sexual intercourse by teenagers, adults, with and without their consent. Later chapters deal with punishment. If you are offended by such material then read no further and delete this file. You will note that by way of the plot and characterisation that there is no intent to condone or encourage similar behaviour. Indeed, it is clear that the story serves as a warning. The author hereby permits the redistribution of the attached material on the understanding that it is not for financial gain and it is credited to the author, Francis Dashwood. Chapter 16 Sunday 2nd August Lauren entered the clothes room, closing the door behind her. She walked to the end and looked at herself in the mirror, delighted with her makeup from Simone and equally excited about the afternoon. She looked into the box, took out a white blouse, and held it against herself so she could gauge it's fit. The second one seemed about right, so she dropped it on the chair, glanced at the door, and after kicking off her sandals, unzipped her dress and let it fall to the ground. She could see her little naked breasts in the mirror and white knickers, so cheap and crude in comparison to the look and feel of the clothes she was about to wear. She felt rich, opulent even, as she pulled on the blouse and fastened the buttons. It fitted well, and finding a skirt on the nearest rack, she dressed and left the room. She looked around the studio, walking in the direction of the dressing table. She scanned the room and noted that it was deserted. She helped herself to the drink that had been refilled, and wandered slowly over to the two cameras now set up, pointing to the brightly lit central area. Two white umbrellas had been mounted on tripods either side of the cameras, with a small spot providing a visible circle of bright light on the floor in front. Marlene strode back into the room. "Hey, that looks fine! Not too big is it?" she asked, effervescing with enthusiasm. "It feels great. It's so comfortable" replied Lauren, feeling the material on her arms. "Good, let's get cracking then. Take a seat on the stool, usual pose to start with." And so Lauren sat while her picture was taken, not once or twice as she had expected, but at least ten times in a couple of different poses. It was a painless pleasure, sitting there in her expensive clothes, surrounded by the accouterments of the jet-set. She returned to the room to exchange her skirt for a pair of jeans. As she unzipped the skirt she smiled to herself, reveling in her moment of stardom and running her hand across her chest as she experimented with the feel of the material against her nipples. Her right hand moved between her legs and withdrew, confirming the beginnings of the tell-tale dampness that nowadays was an indicator to Lauren that her dreams and fantasies were mingling with reality. The second pair of jeans fitted superbly, pronouncing the young curves of both her buttocks and her thighs. Still leaving her sandals in the corner, she left the room to find her glass beside the stool. "Hey, now they fit fine! Allright, standing by the stool. Great. That's it ......." And so it continued. Marlene enthused over everything, making Lauren more and more confident. She lost herself under the lights, barely hearing the instructions from behind the camera, dreaming that she was lying up in the mountains in the sun, watching the clouds cling to the snowy peaks of her wonderful country. "Lauren? Lauren? Wakey wakey! Next change. Try and find white shoes and the white fairy-tale dress. You might also put on the knickers marked GK0012 to save time. Got that?" Lauren floated back into the clothes room and took off the jeans and blouse, carefully folding them on the chair. She rummaged through the box until she found the knickers, and unwrapped a pair of shoes that promised to be a reasonable fit. She then removed the cover from the dress in her size and felt it's silky texture, noting that it had layers of petticoats underneath that gave it a great deal of volume. It fitted like a dream, zipping up snugly to hug her upper body, while hanging loosely below. She took the knickers and brought them up to her face, feeling their softness and inspecting the embroidery that no doubt contributed to the price. Facing the mirror she removed her own knickers, leaving them on the chair, and pulled on the Hardenberg pair. They too fitted well, and she hiked up the dress to take a closer look. Lauren stepped into the shoes which had generous heels, and took a final look at herself before she left the room, beaming. "Oh wow, that's really something. You look like an angel my dear. Take a seat in the armchair." Lauren floated back into her pose, legs draped over the arm of the chair, and turned to where should through the camera was positioned. Marlene took several photos, asking her to move slightly now and then. "Don't you feel sexy in their clothes? I guess that's what you pay for, isn't it?" said Marlene, flashing away. "I feel like a million dollars. God, I'd love this dress!" "Where would you wear it? "Oh, some desert island as I walked along the sand." "With a young boy on your arm and the sun shining down on you, the waves washing your feet as the spray tingles on your lips?" "Yeah, oh yeah!" laughed Lauren at the excessive imagery, her thoughts as usual needing only a little push before they left her present surroundings for imaginary destinations. Lauren felt so warm under the lights, and so comfortable in the chair that she thought she might like to curl up and sleep. She wondered where Jim was and remembered that he was supposed to be part of this session. "Let's do the knickers quickly, you don't have to change. Just stand up, and take the dress way up as high as it will go. I just need to see from the waistband down to mid-thigh." said Marlene, watching Lauren rise slowly. Lauren pulled the dress up high, almost covering her face, as she heard Marlene ask her to bring her legs together, then slightly apart, and then to return to the armchair. "Now, sit straight in the chair, open your legs and put your hands on the dress, between your knees. Look up!" There was a flash. "Want to do a sexy one?" "Like what?" asked Lauren keenly. "Like that, but bring your dress out from under your bottom so that it's all behind you, and move the front of the dress so I can see your legs. That's good, move the dress further back, I need to see the knickers. Lovely." Flash. "OK, slide down in the seat, legs still apart, lots of knickers, and..." Flash. "There, that was good. Sexy shots are fun sometimes, they help to amuse everyone and relieve the boredom of doing thirty pairs of black shoes or something like that. I'll find Jim and he can stand next to you in his evening outfit. Same designer, same price!" And with that, she left. Lauren let her dress fall back down a little towards her knees, looking towards the door for her young man. She had waited for less than a minute when he came over to her and knelt beside the armchair. Lauren smiled warmly as he kissed her left arm, offering the glass of wine to her. They toasted each other, glad to be alone. She approved of the black tuxedo jacket and trousers that he had on, although she thought he might have found a tie to go with the formal dress shirt. Even though, she thought he looked wonderful as he knelt beside her. "Marlene has had to go to the station with Simone to collect more stuff. Seems stupid to deliver it on Sundays. They really do seem to work so hard, those two" said Jim, "But she said she'd print some of the pictures if she had time and let you take a look. And ....." he trailed off, his tone requesting that she finish the sentence. "And what?" asked Lauren, looking at him in mock suspicion. "She's going to pay you!" "What, I haven't done anything!" she exclaimed. "She's grateful, it means she can get the Hardenberg prints out early next week, ahead of schedule." Lauren looked at his kind round eyes, and emptying the glass, gave it back to him. She touched his face with her fingers, moving closer to him. "Thank you. I've had a lovely time. It's all so new but so exciting. Did she tell you what we did? "No" "I don't know if I should tell you. It's so naughty!" giggled Lauren. "Go on, tell me!" he said, pretending to bite her arm. "She took some pictures of me - like sexy pictures - just for fun. I might let you see them." teased Lauren. "I don't want to" "Why?" "The real thing is better!" Lauren pulled him round the edge of the chair so that he knelt between her legs, making sure her dress was pulled down to cover her knickers. He rested his hands on her knees as she leaned forward to kiss him on the lips, taking his face between her hands. She felt his tongue, darting between her teeth, searching and probing as her pulse quickened. His hands moved down her legs to her shoes, caressing her as she responded urgently with her own tongue. "Your legs are beautiful, Lauren. You look so good in these clothes." She leaned back in the chair, pulling him with her as his hands went behind her bottom. Her neck bent so that her chin was close to her chest, causing Jim to rest on her as they continued to explore each other. She felt her legs being pushed wider by his body and brought them up onto the arms of the chair. They kissed for some time, hands roaming uncontrollably, his cock pressing hard against the chair while Lauren's pussy began to prepare for a welcome visitor. "Are you sure they're out? "Yeah, saw the car go off!" he said, without breaking contact with her lips. Lauren ran her hands inside his jacket, pushing it from his shoulders. He shrugged it off, running his tongue from her lips to her ear lobe. She held his arms tightly, finding the new sensation unbearably sensuous as his tongue explored inside her ear. As if in need of any confirmation, she pulled him higher so that his trousers rested on her knickers, delighted to feel his stiff cock against her pussy and now determined to let it have it's freedom. Her hand ran down over her nipple and towards her vagina, as she rubbed herself with the back of her hand while trying to find his zip. After a frantic and lengthy search, she found the metal tag and slowly pulled it down, the little vibrations adding to the pulsing of his weapon. The tip of his cock protruded from his underpants, and she undid the button on his trousers and let them to fall to his knees, allowing his cock to move more freely. She ran her thumb over the top, feeling the first slippery signs of the boy's cum. Jim slid down her body, giving a little attention to her breasts through the dress as he headed for her knickers. He ran his hands under her bottom, so that combined with her legs over the arms of the chair, she provided him with a perfect view of her expensive lace knickers and taunted his imagination with what lay beyond. Without any hurry at all, he ran his tongue over her legs, moving slowly to her inner thighs as she held his head, ensuring that he didn't stray too far from her wet pussy. She could smell her own juices now. The heavenly scent of a young girl mixed with expensive wine under the hot lights caused another small drop of cum to appear at the end of his cock. He moved deeper between her legs, licking now the edge of the knickers where it covered her wet sex, hardly daring to breath as he pulled the material away slightly and pushed his tongue underneath. Lauren could just imagine his reward, the sweet taste she had experienced with Nikki as he probed her outer lips and washed over the hood of her clitoris. He continued for several minutes, evoking groans of pleasure from his girl and causing her to grab hold of his curly hair, pulling him closer and closer into her. Her hand moved from his head down onto her stomach, rubbing lower and lower as her fingers disappeared into her lace underwear, meeting his tongue as she touched the little bud of her clitoris and exhaled deeply. Jim read her thoughts, helping her pull down the knickers as her legs came together. He stopped her hand at her knees, gripping her legs with the other and bending down to lick her vagina and down towards her anus. Her sex was squeezed together by her legs, pushing her inner lips out into the open, just allowing him to reach her clitoris with his hot tongue. Saliva dripped from her, down both sides of her pussy lips and around her little brown hole. Jim followed the trail, licking gently until his tongue encountered her anus. He circled it teasingly, probing slightly each time, coaxing it to allow him to push further and sample the delights of the thirteen year-old beauty. Lauren thought she couldn't take anymore without coming and decided that it was her turn to do some exploring. She lowered her legs, wrapping them around his neck, and pulled him towards her, watching the look of disbelief on his face as he covered himself in her juices. She sank lower in the chair until he realised that she wanted to lay on the floor. Breaking away from her lock, he took one of the floor covers and spread it beneath her, removing her knickers and pulling her further down until she lay on the ground, her dress falling down to cover her naked pussy. She reached out to him, pulling at his underpants until they freed his rampant cock, leaving him wearing only his white shirt and socks as he positioned himself between her legs, running his hands from her shoes over her knees and along her inner thighs, pushing outwards slightly as moved higher. Lauren pulled him towards her, desperate to feel his cock inside and have him on top of her, pounding away as her first boyfriend made love to her. Her vagina throbbed almost painfully as she felt the tip of his cock teasing her, probing for the entrance to her warm haven. She took him in her hand and positioned him, opening her eyes to watch the lovely face of her boy as he entered her gently. She knew he was big, probably bigger than Mike, but was not prepared for the searing sensation that shot through her, causing a panic reaction within the pit of her stomach and alarm bells to ring in her head. She took hold of his cock as it sank back into her, and heightened her fears as she discovered there was even more waiting to enter. Her nails dug into his shoulders as her breathing quickened. "So big, Jim, please be gentle" she panted, the words floating out of her mouth as she tried desperately to control her breathing. He stroked slowly, lengthening now and then but never until the look on her face told him that she was ready. It was fully three minutes before he was able to push into her all the way, and Lauren's hands moved to his arms, revealing deep scratches on his body. Her legs were wide apart, her little bottom squashed by his weight, as he gradually increased his pace, withdrawing almost all the way before plowing back in to her, each stroke causing a muffled groan to come from deep inside her. Lauren wrapped her legs around his back, locking her white shoes together, pulling him in tighter to her now burning pussy as he placed his hands either side of her. Her stomach was turning somersaults, and she had a strange notion that she was either going to come explosively or she would be violently sick. The decision was made for her, as she felt her orgasm gathering strength, felt her vaginal muscles pulling him further in as her own juices flowed freely, his balls banging with a slap against her bottom. Lauren looked up and backwards, arching her back as she continued to hold him, listening to his grunting, just anxious now that he didn't stop but just kept pumping into her. His arms were locked straight, a pleasure machine, pumping, pumping, in and out as the sweaty sweet smell of sex engulfed her, pushing her to the precipice and over, drifting on a wave of ecstasy as it carried her off to another plane, causing her to loose all contact with the real world. Wave after wave lapped against her, moving from her feet up her legs and through her sex until even the fingers on his arms tingled with pleasure. As she regained control of her limbs, she realised that he was approaching his own climax and so started bucking gently in time, giving him every encouragement so that he would fill her as she so dearly wished. His pummeling continued, reaching fever pitch until he withdrew and came in great spurts over her thighs and gaping pussy, spraying her with shot after shot of cum, his frame jerking in a fit as he emptied his pent-up lust over her. Slowly he managed to control his body as the spurts of cum became fewer and weaker. A little stream of cum had formed on her body that flowed over her pussy, traveling down slowly to her anus. Jim kissed the tiny strands of pubic hair, and watched his seed as it dripped over her clitoris and onwards towards the floor. He moved to lie alongside her, kissing her lips as she kept hold of the dress, trying to prevent it sticking to her body. They smiled, happy to look again into each other's eyes. "You could have done it in me, it's safe" "I wasn't sure." He paused, pulling her closer to him and kissing her. "We ought to get cleaned up, I don't think we want to get caught just here!" He wiped Lauren with the cloth from the floor so that she could stand up without ruining the dress and showed her to the toilet by the front door. Jim dressed and tidied the studio, making sure that everything was back in the right place. They finished just as Marlene and Simone returned, Marlene carrying more cardboard boxes of clothing while Simone brought up a small packet and some larger envelopes from the garage below. Jim offered to help and went below with Simone, while Lauren sat on the sofa, talking to Marlene. "I have even more of the stuff now from them. What you modeled was only part of it. Oh! I must pay you and thank you" said Marlene, walking to the reception desk and taking out a small cash box. "Honestly, I don't need paying, I really enjoyed it!" protested Lauren. "Nonsense, here you are" she said handing her four hundred francs. "This is so much! My parents will question me for a week if they find out!" "Then do what other boys and girls do and keep the money here. Look!" she suggested, unlocking the large drawer to the desk. Lauren joined her and looked inside. There were several other tiny cash boxes with initials on them. Most of them were closed, but one or two were open and clearly empty. "What colour?" "Blue, please" "It's yours!" Lauren put the money in the box, turned the key and put the box back in the desk. "Keep the key. Then only you can get into it. I know how much should be there because I keep records of my costs. That way we won't go wrong." As they closed the drawer. Lauren heard Jim talking on his way up. "Were the others that good?" "Shh" whispered Simone, as they gained the top step. "What `others'?" asked Lauren. "The other designer clothes" said Simone quickly. "Sometimes they rush them over to us half finished so we have to repair them or sometimes send them back." Lauren looked at her, noting the silent exchange that appeared to take place between Simone and Marlene. "Now, Simone, be a dear and print off some of the photos from this afternoon, I'm sure Lauren is dying to see what she looked like!" said Marlene. Simone smiled at Lauren as she opened the door of the darkroom, and disappear inside. The red light above the door came on, reminding everyone in the room: `Do Not Enter'. Lauren thought that Simone was so beautiful, even though she had not really had a chance to talk to her so far. She felt at ease with her as though she had met her before, although she was absolutely convinced that that was not the case. She glided about the room with such elegance and poise, her figure showing off her clothes perfectly, rather than the other way round, and she had long slender legs that other women spent their life dreaming about. Marlene invited Lauren and Jim to join her for afternoon tea upstairs while they waited for the pictures to be printed and dried. Simone eventually joined them, announcing that the pictures were done and already mounted in an album in the reception area. Lauren was so excited, pushing the last of her sandwich into her mouth in an effort to return downstairs as soon as possible. Marlene sat between Lauren and Jim on the sofa, with Simone sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of them all, as they looked at the first page, showing Lauren in her pale blue summer dress. "You see, you look nervous here, you're sitting badly too. Even so, this is what I meant by your legs, see that they are placed perfectly, so that we know how big they are without being explicit. Nice dress, you know." They turned the page. "This is the one I like" said Simone, sitting up and pointing to a picture of Lauren standing next to the stool. "Yes, but again, you look stiff, rather than natural. Don't worry, everyone does to start with. Again, your legs are excellent. I should have asked you to turn away from me a little to give an idea of the shape of your breasts." Lauren looked at Marlene and then Simone. They were inspecting the photos from a purely aesthetic perspective, and she felt reassured about their treatment of her as a subject, even though she felt some of the criticism was likely to be unfair, given this was still her first attempt. Marlene turned the page as four more photos, at least ten inches by eight, showed her reclined on the armchair. "This one is marvelous!" said Marlene. "You managed to say exactly what a dress manufacturer would want you to say, just with your face and body. See, you're relaxed, carefree, happy and dreaming slightly!" she said, pointing to the top right-hand photo. It showed Lauren looking into the distance, her dress high up her thigh without showing her knickers as her sandals dangled from her toes. Lauren smiled proudly, her earlier blushes fading. Marlene turned the page, and gave her critique of the modeling of the jeans, blouse and knickers. "What about the two sexy shots?" asked Marlene. "I wasn't sure if you wanted them" answered Simone, nodding at Jim. "Lauren, do you mind if he sees them?" "No, I don't think so. They were only for fun, right?" "Sure, Simone, be a dear again, would you?" She returned with two photos and lay them on the coffee table. Lauren stared at the photos of herself in the beautiful dress and knickers, then turned her gaze to the assembled audience to gauge their reaction. The pictures were not dirty as she had expected due to the soft lighting and a hazy effect that made them dreamy. "This one is awful; this is OK, but nothing special." said Marlene. "The blues in this one are too high, in fact they all need a bit of colour correction to compensate for your skin colour. It's so difficult to do sexy pictures, you know. Look, both show your legs well, but the knickers here are all bunched up, and they're off centre over your vagina. Good finger direction here in this one." she said dispassionately. "Not to worry, they're fun pictures, that's all!" "Hey, I think they look really great!" said Lauren, clearly pleased with herself. "Don't get me wrong, they are good. If we do some more, Simone can help me to get you to pose and arrange your clothing properly." Lauren couldn't believe that she had just seen two photos of her knickers, had someone discuss her vagina, and not felt the slightest embarrassment. She had found herself analysing the pictures in a similar manner to Marlene, recognising a number of the technical issues in the photos even though colour correction was too much to digest at the time. As they congratulated each other on a good afternoon's work, Simone offered to drive them both to the station, so they could catch their train back home. Jim would be going in a different direction to his village but their trains left at almost the same time. Lauren and Jim thanked Marlene for their afternoon's entertainment, and joined Simone in the car. Lauren made a couple of attempts to engage Simone in conversation but with little success, although she did feel that Simone was genuinely happy to have spent her afternoon printing the films and reviewing the work. At the station, they waved good-bye to Simone as they made their way through the ticket hall, onto the platform. Lauren could see her train approaching in the distance, and turned to Jim happily as they embraced. He promised to call, even to try and set up another photo session, if she wanted. Lauren bounded over the bridge, and took her seat on the train, waving good-bye as the train pulled out. She stood and pulled down the window to look out and wave again, but Jim had just turned and she watched him as he disappeared into the ticket hall as the train headed east. 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