Message-ID: <3384eli$9708261036@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Francis Dashwood Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 2 Chapter 35-36 of 59 (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: <199708252342.RAA11246@shaman.lycaeum.org> 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 material, or if you are considered a minor in your country, then delete this file. 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. Please do not request reposts of this material. Constructive criticism is welcomed. 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. -- +--------------' 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> /