Message-ID: <2158eli$9707192207@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Francis Dashwood Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (20a/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: <199707191637.KAA11276@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 20a Saturday 8th August On Saturday morning, the whole family trooped round to the Renzer's house, knocked on the side gate and went through to the back garden singing `yoo-hoo'. Claude Renzer came through the large sunroom and out onto the patio to welcome them warmly. He was a tall man, thin with greying hair, and certainly older than Maurice Gisal. Celestine Renzer, who joined him almost immediately, looked radiant, almost too well, petite to the extent of being dwarfed by her husband. Lauren and Mike looked around after the pleasantries. "Becky will be down soon, Lauren, she's just finishing off some homework. Or that's what she says she's doing!" They all smiled politely at each other, avoiding eye contact as they studied the intricate patterns of the stonework. Mike looked up at the bedroom windows expectantly. He had caught glimpses of Rebecca and knew she had bright red hair, but that was about the limit of his knowledge. Unknown to everyone assembled there on the patio, she had featured many times in his fantasies between his sheets at night, anonymity and ignorance being wonderful catalysts in the processes of a fertile imagination. He turned to look at the spring board on the side of their pool where she had been tied mentally many times in the past four weeks since he had been back home while he took her from every conceivable angle. "Hi, sorry, calculus homework. I'm Rebecca!" she said, offering her hand to Lauren. The girls smiled warmly and Lauren felt the girl's eyes examining her as though she might be concealing a weapon behind her back. Her hair was a perfect ginger colour, falling straight over her shoulders with the slightest curl over her forehead. She wore an elegant blouse tied in a knot over her stomach and her yellow bikini provided a stark contrast to her bare legs, which were as pale as her freckled face. As Rebecca introduced herself to the remainder of the visitors, her brother, Stefan, emerged from the house and shook hands with the guests. He was clearly an athlete, Lauren feeling a little knot of excitement in her stomach as she took his hand to feel his strong grip as his muscles flexed. His eyes, she thought, were out of this world. He was slightly taller than Mike, but only by a couple of inches, and Lauren and Rebecca exchanged glances as it became clear that the two boys were obviously going to get along very well indeed, needing little introduction before they launched into a lively discussion about music. "Why don't you youngsters play in the pool. You won't be able to swim after lunch for a couple of hours while your food goes down, so I should do it now." advised Celestine. The adults took their allotted positions on the patio, their view of the pool restricted by the small heathers and shrubs of the patio border. Drinks were ordered and brought out while huge splashes shot into the air from the water. "Stefan is on the school swimming team. He's swum for Thun and Zurich in the past, but has to concentrate on his exams now. Next year is his last before his finals." said Celestine, glowing with pride. "How old is he, twenty?" asked Maurice Gisal "Yes, that's right. Studying to be a surgeon. University is only the beginning. Something that he tries to forget, I think." "And what's Rebecca doing, didn't you say something to do with computers?" asked Maurice "Computer Science at the local sixth form college. Doing well." They all peered through the shrubbery, trying to see who was responsible for the splashing. It was clear that Mr. and Mrs. Renzer had no worries about the children's safety with Stefan in the pool. The small talk continued for a while as they discussed places of mutual interest, and it seemed likely that they had both had a vacation in Lugano during the same two weeks the previous summer. Mr. Renzer lit the barbecue at the edge of the patio, allowing the charcoal to smoke heavily as heat built up. The smell attracted Rebecca and Mike, who came over to see what was happening. "What do you want to do when you leave school, Mike?" asked Claude Renzer. "I'm not sure, I haven't really decided yet. Maybe something to do with computers" "Well, you should ask Rebecca to show you all her equipment. There's enough upstairs to compete with NASA." "Want to see?" she asked. "Er, sure. What, now?" asked Mike. "Sure, I'll show you Airline 2. Then we can have lunch." Rebecca hurried him into the house and up to her room. To Mike, it was the strangest girl's bedroom he had ever seen - even though he could count those he knew on the fingers of one hand. Directly in front of the door - so close that the door wouldn't open fully - was her small bed. Climbing straight over the bed, she led him to her desk along the window wall which was packed with screens and keyboards. And to the right of the window, all along the wall, was what appeared to be a shrine. A table was covered in a simple sheet, with a Bible, five unlit candles and a small vase of flowers. A number of pamphlets were also on the table, and Mike decided that it was best to leave any questions until later. Anyway, he was a lot more interested in the computers. "Here's my birthday present, a 486 66Mhz multimedia box. This is my old 386, and there's even a 286 stuffed under there. Cabling's a bit of a mess! The three screens are only used for this simulator. Want to see it?" she asked. "Oh yeah, I played that once at school last term." Rebecca peered out of the window, looking around the garden, and reached down to the wall to switch on the system. Fans whirred into action followed by a number of beeps. She sat down at the chair wedged between her bed and the table, and brought up the aircraft simulator while Mike leaned on the desk to her right, fascinated by the technology that this girl had to play with in her bedroom. The title sequence in the middle remained while the two side screens flicked into life with scenery. She started to explain the airport rules, and the joystick controls, finally deciding that the easiest way to explain would be to take off and let him use the controls. She took off from Zurich airport, climbed to the right and leveled at ten thousand feet, ignoring pleas from Ground Control to reduce speed and follow the flight path. She set a course for Paris and flicked the autopilot. Mike was engrossed, his eyes flicking over from the right hand screen, to the middle, then to left, and finally down between the buttons of her blouse to her left nipple which was just visible above the top of her bikini. He had no real idea about her breasts, but knew they were larger than Nikki's, and that they seemed to have a different texture. He could feel the beginnings of an erection, and brought himself back down to earth as she cruised through the clouds. "So, I've got it up then, haven't I?" she asked. Mike's heart leapt, trying to glean the minutest inflection from her voice which would have distinguished her remark between a perfectly natural comment and a leading question. "Beautiful, very graceful" "Want to try? I'll set it back in Zurich and you can take off for Paris like I did" Mike sat down in front of the screens while Rebecca pressed keys until the plane was ready for flight, then took her position on the floor by his side, her legs curled up underneath. "Ease the throttle forward and pull back on the column when you reach about one hundred and eighty kilometers per hour. That's it. Gently, ease it up there. Nice and gently." Mike found that the plane flew quite easily if you didn't make any crazy movements. His heart was beating quickly as his eyes scanned the instruments for signs of impending doom. "Don't wander around the sky. Try and keep it straight!" "I'm trying. It wants to turn" Rebecca bent down and put her hands on his feet, pushing slightly on his right foot to straighten out the aircraft. He giggled at her action, feeling her fingers in between his toes as she watched the screen. She flexed her back from side to side, grimaced a little and moved her hands to his knees to continue, brushing her elbow against his damp trunks as she made herself comfortable. Mike had no idea where he was or what his course was. His cock however knew it wanted to go up, and up it went as he sweated, staring blindly at the scene in front of him. He could feel Rebecca leaning over his thighs, and realised that her breasts were rubbing on his right leg. He could even sense her eyes, alternately watching the screens and then his trunks. Mike frantically tried to think of dying cats or hospitals on fire, anything to take his mind off the bulge that now was obvious and would have spelled trouble if someone had walked in at the time. Rebecca stood up, went over to the window, and looked out over the garden. She sniggered, turned to Mike and motioned him to join her. He squeezed over, avoiding any contact between her bottom and his bulging trunks. "Look, your sister and my brother!" she said, turning to make sure he could see. He looked out towards the pool, where it looked like Stefan was teaching Lauren to float on her back. "So? My sister has a fear of getting her ears wet. It gives her headaches." he whispered, unsure who could hear below. "Yeah, but look where his hands are, and watch your sister!" Mike stared at the two of them as Stefan continued to support her bottom with his hand as Lauren floated gently on the surface. Slowly it dawned on him that Stefan was brushing her breast with his left hand, and judging by the way Lauren's legs were parted, it looked like his other hand was entertaining her down below. "Can't they be seen down there? asked Mike, peering over her shoulder. "No, the patio wall is in the way. We can't be seen up here either!" she grinned, pulling him into her bottom. Mike's cock burrowed between her legs, resting against her bottom. "Are you sure?" "I'll prove it" teased Rebecca, pushing him down onto the carpet. "Turn round so your back's against the wall. That's it." Rebecca moved towards him as he braced himself against the wall below the window. She took his head and pulled him into her crotch, pushing his mouth against her bikini which now showed the outline of her pussy. "Hey! Er, just a minute..." mumbled Mike, already finding it harder to breath as he lapped at her. "Take them down and kiss me. And if you stop, I'll scream!" she giggled, moving as he dutifully pulled at the sides of her bikini. His cock was straining against his trunks but happily they afforded him more movement than a normal pair of underpants. The damp material also felt sexier in a strange way, adding to his increasing sense of pleasure as he pulled her panties over her knees and looked up between her legs. Even though there was little light down there, he knew full well that she had the most glorious ginger pubic hair, her little pussy lips spread slightly, confirming that she found the episode a pleasure. To Mike's utter amazement, she leaned out of the window. "Hey Dad, how's the barbecue going?" she shouted. "It's fine, love, how's the new pilot? Mike spluttered, convinced she was going to say something that was going to mean trouble. He took stock of the situation, searching for an alibi. `I'm sorry, Sir, but my tongue got stuck in your daughter', or `I'm just making sure that the colour from your daughter's panties hasn't marked her skin', or `We thought we'd work up an appetite before lunch'. None of these seemed to hold out much hope for him. "He's managing to keep it really straight. See you in half an hour?" she asked nonchalantly. "That should be about right." She leaned back in, lowering herself so that Mike could follow her pussy with his tongue. His head was pushed back against the wall as she thrust her body at him, grinding her clitoris against his nose as his tongue fought it's way between her spreading inner lips. Mike brought his hands up to her bottom, holding both cheeks in an effort to spread them as well as restrain her movements which were causing his head to bang against the wall. His finger traced a line from her cheeks down the deep valley and round to her pussy lips. He brought his right hand round to the front to ease the insertion of a finger into her vagina. As he pushed in and withdrew, the muscles in her legs tensed, sending a ripple through her body and making her breath out deeply. She slowly sank to the floor, making the stroking with his fingers difficult. She sat down in front of him, pulled his lips to hers and kissed him. Her hands dropped to his lap as she continued to kiss his lips, exploring his teeth with her tongue. She found his cock about to burst through his trunks, and pulled at the waistband as her head sank to greet it with her lips. Mike had never experienced something so sensuous and wanted desperately to cry out in pleasure. He looked down to see her red head rising and falling slowly as he felt his cock disappearing into her mouth. He put his hands gently on her head by way of thanks, encouraging her with every movement of her head. She pulled up, shifting so that he could now see his cock as her lips engulfed him and watch in awe as her tongue licked around the top of him. She slowly pulled his foreskin back, revealing the purple head, and lapped at the base of the bulb and below as it joined the thick shaft. She lifted her head and kissed him on the lips again. "Rebecca, that's beautiful. But, we, er... we hardly, you know. We hardly know each other." he said, as she continued to hold his cock. "Oh, you' be surprised!" she said, a glint in her eye. "No, I mean you haven't seen me like this before, and it's a bit, you know, a bit quick!" "But that's just it, I have seen this before" she said, smiling at him as thoughts raced through his mind. "What do you mean?" "In your kitchen!" "You've never been in it!" he said irritably. "Ah, but I've seen what goes on in there. Especially at the weekend. You and your sister seem very close, if you get my meaning!" It took a couple more seconds before the full force of the implications really hit him. Mike's mouth opened and closed as though trying to form words as he blushed, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red as though he had just been caught stealing sweets from a child. He tried with difficulty to work out how many times he had stood in the kitchen with his T-Shirt covering his body, and in addition, how many times Lauren had sat on the stool while they talked. The scene came flooding back of Lauren and Nikki pulling down his trousers and underpants. She looked at Mike as though she understood his embarrassment. "Hey, it's OK, Stefan and I have done it as well, although not for a while now. When we were both experimenting we used to pretend we were doctors and patients. That led to some great times!" "Lauren usually just watches, while I, you know, play with her friend." said Mike, watching the hand on his cock resume it's movement. "That's nice. I like it when someone watches." She paused, looking down at her hand. "I like your cock, it's a nice shape. My parents'll be going out later so we can play some more. What about in the pool?" asked Rebecca in the same voice she might have used to ask in the supermarket for a kilo of sausages. Mike looked around the room, feeling an internal tingle as a dribble of cum made it's way to the top of his cock. He noticed again the sort of altar or shrine that Rebecca had against the other wall, and saw the pictures and next to a five-sided star. "That's my religion. I belong to a local church known as the Residualists. There is an element of Buddhism, but mainly it follows the teachings of the Bible." said Rebecca, holding his cock with both hands. "How can you be religious?" asked Mike, raising his eyebrows and smiling. "Oh it's easy. The Buddhist element we follow teaches us to relax, and to accept things for what they are and the future for what it holds. The Christian element allows them to analyse the Bible for the path to happiness. All behaviour is accepted because it is inevitable, pre- ordained. It's fate." she said proudly. End of Chapter 20a -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /