Lauren Gisal Book

Her dreams flitted from Jim to her brother, and their one and only love making session. She wondered what he was doing now, lying in the next room. Perhaps he was also staring out of the window, playing with his cock, running his hand up and down as he thought of Nikki or even herself. A surge of excitement ran through her stomach, reaching her vagina at the same time as her hand found the beginning of her sex. The little hairs had certainly grown back, not completely but enough to allow her to tweak them between her fingers. Lauren needed satisfaction and debated whether to risk going next door to her brother's bedroom and joining him for some fun. She looked at the clock beside her bed and saw it was past eleven, too late to prowl around the house without getting caught. Her middle finger explored the crevice between her pussy lips, teasing her clitoris and then probing down past her little opening towards her bottom. A wonderful idea came to her.

She pushed back the sheets and shrugged off her pyjama tops, followed by the trousers, leaving her naked in the moonlight. She walked over to her dressing table and took her hair brush, checking it's contours and imagining it inside her. She compared it's width to Mike and considered it quite thin. It was reminiscent of Kristal's vibrator although not as long and she giggled to herself as she wondered if there was such a thing as a vibrating hairbrush. She tip- toed across to the window, and ran her hand across her pussy lips, pleased to feel that there was the familiar sticky feeling of her inner lips already. She brushed the little hairs as though introducing her pussy to a new friend and slowly pushed a finger inside herself, checking that the handle of the hairbrush was not going to be too wide. The thought of someone being able to see a naked thirteen-year old in the bedroom window excited her, giving her extra impetus as she licked the handle liberally and offered it to her pussy.

Very slowly, she pushed it in, finding it difficult and somewhat concerning that she could not really tell how far it had entered. Her thumb rested halfway along the handle, and when she felt it touch her pussy lips, she judged that she had entered about two inches. She let the brush squeeze out, it's handle slick from her saliva and natural juices. Lauren experimented with the angle of the brush as she bent slightly in the pale light. Moving in and out was difficult, until she realised that by placing one foot on her desk, she could have all the room she needed. Steadying herself against the wall, she increased the speed of her efforts, producing a whole new feeling inside which percolated upwards, warming her and causing her stomach to flutter. She could feel her orgasm beginning inside her vagina, slowly but surely, even though she still had concerns about pushing the brush in too far. She pulled it out, moved over to her dressing table again and dripped a little Baby Oil on the handle. She administered a little over her hands and rubbed the lotion over her vagina in slow, lazy circles, ensuring that every inch of her sex was oiled.

Lauren realised that she would be unable to orgasm standing with one foot on her desk, so she lay back on the bed, spreading her legs, and parting the lips of her pussy with her left hand, as the brush entered again. She moved her thumb further down towards the bristles, breathing heavily as the remaining few inches disappeared inside her. The oil combined with her internal efforts provided a heavenly mix, the brush gliding smoothly in and out as her breathing increased. She thought of Jim, his kisses through her knickers, the exploratory tongue, and the gentle and loving way in which he had pushed his massive cock into her. How his stroking had built up once she was used to his size, and how he had whispered to her as she felt her orgasm build.

Her left hand dropped down to rub her clitoris, massaging the oil around the proud little bud, as her thoughts returned again to how he first entered her. Her orgasm was approaching, her muscles contacting involuntarily as she raised her bottom off the bed with her weight on her feet and put her left hand underneath her bottom to support herself. Her stomach muscles tightened as her thighs pushed her body up to meet the thrusting brush. Now past the point of no- return, she frantically pushed the brush between her legs, oblivious to pain, remembering how as she came with Jim, how he had nibbled her ears. The middle finger of her left hand found her anus and pushed firmly into the little hole The orgasm grabbed her consciousness as she collapsed back on the bed with wave after wave of pleasure. She pulled her legs tightly together against her chest, leaving the brush trapped, protruding behind her as she rolled onto her side and buried her face in the pillow. Lauren held the brush feebly, moving it sideways as she worshipped the intensity of her orgasm.

She lay there for several minutes, toying with the brush, before rolling onto her back and slowly extracting it. The plastic handle felt slippery to her touch as she explored how far the oil had spread over her sex. She was interested to feel the oil around her anus and rolled the handle of the brush over the little hole, noting the different feeling it created. Turning the brush, she offered it gently to the entrance, pushing slightly to overcome any initial reluctance. It penetrated only half an inch before Lauren decided that the handle was spreading her muscle uncomfortably and a dull pain threatened to protest against the invasion. She dropped the brush and put her middle finger against the hole, pushing until it was allowed access. A warm surge of pleasure met her finger, increasing as she pushed deeper. Lauren felt a mixture of revulsion and curiosity as she encountered resistance, then satisfaction as she realised that she could push her finger no further as her knuckles were against the cheeks of her bottom.

She removed her finger and wiped it on her pyjamas as she pulled her top back on. Naked from the waist down, she pulled the covers over her, leaving the trousers inside the bed by her feet. As she curled up on her side, the moon disappeared behind the clouds and she slept.


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