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Laura by Barry Wagstaff
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Laura
by Barry Wagstaff
It was at a Christmas party that I took significant notice of Laura for the
first time. We had worked in associated departments in the hospital for
almost a year but I had been involved with someone else and so paid her not
terribly much attention. At the party, though, I was single and Laura was
particularly radiant. She had short blonde hair and blue, captivating eyes.
She was about 5'1" tall (love those short girls!) and probably weighed around
106 pounds. She had really pretty breasts, too, and large for her otherwise
petite size. Though not gorgeous by any stretch of the imagination, she was
definitely attractive. She was wearing a skirt and blouse - I definitely
prefer women in skirts and dresses. We talked together and with the rest of
the assemblage until about 1030pm at which time Laura announced that she had
to leave to meet some people at a club. Boldly, I asked if I could join her,
not expecting much of the evening. Willingly she invited me along. We made
our thank yous and departed, she in her car and me in mine.
We arrived at the club, a Greek restaurant, and waited for about an hour for
her friends who never arrived. During that time I watched my first belly
dancer do her thing. I found out, too, that Laura was about 3 years older
than I. An older woman... We had some drinks and I was feeling bold. She
said she needed to go so I suggested that we drop by my place which, it turned
out, was close to the house she shared with a roommate. It was quite cold
outside and I proposed to make a fire and we could listen to music and get to
know one another a bit better, even. She eyed me for a time, inquired as to
my recent significant other relationship and satisfied with the answer elected
to go along, again, she in her auto, me in mine. I led the way.
The house I was renting was sparsely furnished as my ex kept most of the
possessions we had. There was no couch, no tables or chairs, actually, there
was nothing but my bedroom and study sets made up of mix-and-match antiques,
mostly. There was my stereo which I had had for more than a decade and a
recently purchased TV. I grabbed some pillows from the bed for us to sit on
in the living room, built up a good fire and went off to the kitchen to fix
some spirits.
We laughed and carried on for quite a while - the booze was obviously working
on us both. It had begun to snow outside lending a romantic air to the late
evening. I had cranked up the heat quite high partially in the hopes that
Laura would be inclined to take off a fair amount of clothing. That wasn't
working particularly well, and we were really roasting with the fire and the
furnace blazing away. Laura was beginning to blink a lot, too. At about
130pm she said she had best be going, that her contact lenses were bothering
her and they needed to come out. I offered her two clean, empty shot glasses
into which she could put her contacts and asked if she would stay the night.
Laura agreed except that she did not have her night-things with her. She also
said that she did not have any birth control measures. I laughed and thought
to myself that there was no game playing here - she wanted to have sex as much
as did I, and with that I kissed her on the cheek explaining that I was
permanently baby-proof. I scurried around and rustled up a new toothbrush,
set of towels, and a scrub top for her to sleep in. She looked at everything,
smiled and suggested that I use the bathroom first as it takes women a bit
longer to get ready for bed - she winked at me. I buzzed into the BR and
finished in rapid order. She then headed for the bathroom. I hustled to the
door to listen to her pee. Gad, I thought, she makes quite a bit of noise
peeing - it sounded like it just gushed out of her. Moving to the bedroom I
removed my clothes and hopped into the queen size bed settling myself in the
middle. I left the bedside light on and the covers on that side of the bed
pulled back a bit so that Laura might take the hint to walk around the foot of
the bed to get in. I would get a good look at her in that fashion prior to
turning out the lights.
She came out of the bathroom and into the bedroom looking as I imagined she
would - an angel. With her dressed in just the scrub top and her panties I
was in heaven and I knew it. She pranced around the bed making a, "Brrrrrrr",
sound with her lips, and hopped in next to me. Her move toward the light
switch was countered with my, "No, don't, not yet - I want to look at you."
She smiled and shrugged her agreement. I wasted no time, bending down to kiss
her. She was lying on her back and I was on my left elbow - my right hand was
massaging her belly through the scrub top. I could see plainly her panties
and could follow the place where her legs came up to join and form her crotch.
Her panties were white cotton. I wondered if they were wet with anticipation.
My dick was stiff and secreting its lubricating pre-cum which I was wiping
on her right hip. She was lying there like a big piece of cake and I was
wondering where to start eating.
As I moved down her neck with my lips and tongue, Laura started moaning
seductively. My right hand touched her thighs and she uncrossed her ankles
and spread her legs a bit - enough so that I could run my fingers between
them. Massaging her thighs I worked my fingers up toward her pantied crotch
as I moved my mouth down to her covered breasts. She accommodated me by
pulling up the top so I could suck on her breasts. She twitched immediately
with the first sucking of her nipple. And she spread open her legs some more.
I touched her crotch for the first time and appreciated that her wetness had
soaked the crotch of her panties. My dick was twitching in anticipation. I
placed my right leg over hers and brought my knee up to place broad pressure
on her mons/clitoral area Laura squirmed against my knee. I sucked her entire
nipple/areolar complex into my mouth and she growled through gritted teeth,
"Harder!"
Removing my leg I slipped my hand into her panties, over her mound, and played
with her slit, labia and at her vaginal entrance. She was sopping wet and
ready, I could tell that. Moving my hand around to her butt I made the
familiar 'removing-the-panties' gesture and she lifted her hips to assist me.
I whispered in her ear, "Has it been a long time?" "Five years", she
whispered back. Gad, almost a virgin again, I thought. Climbing between her
legs which she flexed and allowed to fall apart granting me complete access, I
positioned myself with my penis right at her vagina which was now partially
open and waiting. I rubbed both of her breasts and allowed my dick to rub
itself around her wetness. She strained her pussy toward my cock, obviously
wanting it buried inside of her. Not wanting to wait longer I leaned forward
so that I could lie on her chest. My penis did what comes naturally and
slipped into her vagina. She was so wet that I presumed she could not be
tight - she was not tight at all. It was an interesting feeling pussy, not
quite like any I had been in up to that time. She had a short vagina, too, as
I hit her cervix before getting terribly far inside of her. I watched her
face for signs of pain with my thrusting. No such sign. I could feel my load
rising. Laura had her teeth clenched and was beyond wanting me to stop
anyway. With a sudden explosion I flooded her cavern and clenched her tightly
to me. She had drawn in a deep breath and was bearing down very hard, her
face contorted. This was a new one on me. About that time I felt something
warm bathing my pubic hair. It felt neat and wonderful and I wondered what it
was but was not about to interrupt what we were doing to find out.
My spasms began to subside and Laura started breathing again. I lay on her
with all my weight enjoying the enormous wetness we had created. I kissed her
all over and turned out the light. Rolling over I became aware of the size of
the wet spot we had made and which Laura was centered on. Puzzled, I snuggled
up to Laura and we both fell asleep.
It could not have been more than 2 hours later, and Laura awakened me by
straddling my waist and inserting my semi-hard dick into her pussy. "I just
gotta have more of this!", she murmured. My dick grew harder inside of her
and I could feel the familiar rising of cum begin. She humped me like it was
her last opportunity. Before I came I could see in the light reflecting off
the snow outside that she was beginning to contort up her face again, like
previously. She drew in a deep breath and bore down again, as before. I
could feel the warm wetness flowing out over my stomach and down my legs.
This for only seconds, then she collapsed onto my chest panting heavily.
"Nice one?", I asked. "Uhhhh huhhhh.", she mumbled. But I was not done yet
and continued to pound into her. "I'm gonna cum too, honey.", I said out
loud. She gripped me and said, "Oh, yes, please!" With that I drained my
load into her pussy again, right up against her cervix. I wondered if a
woman could feel the spurts inside. She said, "I'm beat and getting sore."
she rolled off and snuggled up against me and fell asleep again.
When next I awoke it was daylight outside - Sunday morning. I was determined
to find out what was making sex with this lass different than with any other.
Reasoning that if I entered her with me kneeling and she lying on her back
with her legs flexed up and over my thighs I would be able to see everything.
I only hoped that she could orgasm with me in that position. I reached down
and fondled her pussy. She stirred and was soon awake, protesting about her
soreness. Ignoring her faint objections I rolled between her legs and assumed
the above described position. My dick was hard again, but I doubted that I
would be able to muster enough juice for another squirt. I scooted forward in
the bed lifting her legs ever high over my thighs until my glans was partially
buried in her still-drenched slit. With my hand I rubbed it up and down her
slit - she moaned her approval over her soreness and pulled herself toward me
burying about 1/2 of my dick for a second. I watched her expression. During
that second she contorted her face but did not bear down. I pulled her toward
me so that I was buried completely inside her yet again and began a slow,
rhythmic in-and-out motion. To aid her orgasm I used my left thumb to massage
her clitoris. She wiggled and giggled. It was wonderful! She began to
contort her expression. I watched her pussy closely There was sunshine
pouring into the room and I could see quite clearly. With my other hand I
spread apart her pussy lips widely so that I could clearly identify her
clitoral hood, clitoris, urethral dimple and her introitus, now completely
filled by my cock. She was taking a deep breath and an interesting thing was
occurring - she was bearing down. The fingers of my clit-massaging, thumb-
hand could feel her belly tensing up. Looking at her pussy I noticed that she
was able to flatten out the folds of her pussy. It was as if she were trying
to push my dick out of her. She was not able to tighten her circumvaginal
muscles in a milking fashion, but this was interesting none-the-less. I
repositioned my fingers to keep her completely spread open. Then the water
works started. I looked closely at her urethra and sure enough, she was
pissing like crazy. She was able to push hard enough to change the angle of
her pee hole so that the column of warm, golden liquid was rising between us
and falling all around. Suddenly she relaxed and the pissing stopped. Laura
opened her eyes and looked at me and started sobbing. I lay down on her and
told her that I thought it was neat. She stopped crying and seemed to take
comfort in that.
I had never been with a woman who was either able or unable to control her
bladder during lovemaking. We laughed about it. Laura said that it happened
regularly when she masturbated with an object inside of her, but not if she
was just using her fingers to rub her clit. I asked if the magnitude of the
orgasm had anything to do with it and she said, "Sure!" I also wanted to know
if she could do it voluntarily and she said she thought so and that the status
of her bladder before sex had nothing to do with it. She could go pee and
then still piss during an orgasm. I asked if she wanted me to piss during
sex, too, and she said, "No - absolutely not! Not inside of my vagina." That
ended that.
Laura and I date for almost a year and an interesting year it was..
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