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Laura & Me, Reminiscing (MF, exh)
by The Light Within (shimmering1@hotmail.com)
(c) 1998

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[Some favorite memories of an ex-girlfriend]

As Laura and I got to know one another better, we became especially
attuned to eachother sexually. At least, we had a better under-
standing of ourselves than I've had with other girlfriends in the
past.

To me, there is a distinction between wanting to make love, and
wanting to get your rocks off because, hey, it feels good.  I've 
been with girls who couldn't separate the two, and it usually
contributed (at least in some small way) to the demise of the 
relationship over time. 

In any case, Laura and I didn't have this problem. We both knew we
could play with the other 99% of the time and neither would object.
Laura orgasmed easily, and loved it when I would make her cum 
whenever the mood struck. And she, of course, reciprocated with me.

For instance, once we realized what a thrill it was to try to hide
the fact that you were cumming your brains out from people and how
intense the resulting climax was, it became one of our favorite
games. 

One great example was the telephone. It was almost a competition 
between us to see if we could make the other one lose control on
the phone. It started one evening about two days after the incident
on the deck with the Girl Scout. Laura and I were just sitting down
to dinner when the phone rang and I answered it. It turned out to
be a telemarketer trying to get me to invest in some cable company
in the midwest.  Normally, I hate these calls and just hang up, but
the saleswoman sounded young and had a really sweet voice and I
was having a hard time trying to tell her that I wasn't interested. 
I had just about gotten her to stop spewing information at when
Laura walked up to me with a devious glint in her eyes.

The next thing I knew, she was kneeling on the floor in front of 
me (I was standing by the phone - the cord wasn't long enough to
go anywhere with it) and was taking my quickly swelling penis out
of my shorts.  As she took me into her mouth, I must've gasped. I
know my knees almost buckled with the pleasure she was giving me.

 "Sir? Did you say something?"

There's a spot just below the head of my penis that is wired directly
to the pleasure center in my brain. Rub me there, and you've got a 
friend for life. :-)  Laura had the tip of my penis in her mouth and
was gently massaging that spot with her tongue. I was in heaven! I
was so hot, knowing that she was going to make me cum while talking
to this young woman.

 "Uh, no. Sorry. What was it you were saying about the, um, market
 growth again?"

I figured that would keep her talking for a while, and it left me
able to concentrate on the wonderful things that Laura was doing to 
my body.  The saleswoman, who had introduced herself as Amy ("from
Sioux Falls!"), started telling me again about projections and 
surveys and I just let her ramble on as I slowly approached the
point of no return. 

I was doing fine, just trying not to pant or inadvertently moan
into the phone, when Amy finished her speech and started asking
me questions. Okay, I thought, I can deal with this. I'm getting
close, but I can handle it.

 "Are you currently investing in any other cable interests?"

 "Um, nope."

 "Do you hava a net worth of not less than $100K?"

 "Mmm. Yes."

I didn't want to say much, because I was starting to lose it
a little. On the other hand, I wanted her to stay on the line
until I came. I was already anticipating what it would feel
like to be cumming uncontrollably in front of this young woman,
hidden only by how well I could control myself.  My butt begin
clenching rhythmically as Laura stepped up the pressure a little.
God, it was wonderful.

 "Would you be interested in receiving literature from us?"

 "Um. Sure."

 "Great! Can I have your address?"

 "Sh..sure, it's 720 West ... aannh"

Laura chose this moment to decide that I was having too easy a 
time of it and started doing me for real. She deep throated
me a couple of times to get me slippery, backed off so just the 
tip of my dick in her mouth again, and then began jerking me off
as fast as she could with her hands.  

When she does this, there is basically nothing I can do. It will
make me cum. Period. There is only one other thing that will me
make me cum faster, and that's a vibrator held tight against that
pleasure spot I told you about earlier. *That* will make me cum
whether I'm hard or soft or unconscious. But that's another story.

Anyway, like I said, what she was doing to me makes me cum nearly
instantly. Apparently, it also makes me make noises, because Amy 
broke in.

 "I'm sorry? Sir? I didn't get that."

I was just on the edge, every muscle contracted. Back arched, 
pushing my hips toward Laura's face, not able to breath. Laura's 
hand was a blur, and I couldn't say a word.

 "Sir?"

Then I came. Hard. I tried to cover the mouthpiece, but I'm sure
Amy heard me. I nearly doubled over with the force of the initial
contraction.

 "Guu-u-u-uh... UUUUUUUUuuuuhhhhhnnnnnnn!"

I began pumping into Laura's mouth like nothing I'd felt before.
My body was responding only to her mouth and hands.  Usually, the 
head of my penis gets really sensitive as I cum. That time, all
I felt was myself spasming with every stroke of her hand and
every touch of her tongue.

 "Sir? Are you still there?"

My body was out of my control, and Laura wasn't letting the orgasm
fade.  I looked down at her and her eyes grinned up at me - she 
was going to milk me until I couldn't take it anymore. 

It was probably ten seconds (a long time when someone's waiting
for you to say something!) before I could get a word out, even
as I continued to spasm and pump against her mouth and hands.

 "Uh, S-sorry Amy."  (Oohhhhh God that feels good!)

 "Oh, that's okay! What happened?"

"It's still happening!", I wanted to tell her. It was such a turn
on to be talking to this sweet, unsuspecting young woman, while
waves of pleasure washed over me and I was spasmed madly into my
girlfriends mouth. There's just something about doing something
so... *lewd* in public that goes right to my sexual core.

 "I, uh, (Uuuuuhhhh), stubbed my toe... (gaaahhhh). I'll be okay
  in a minute."

 "Oh, I'm sorry. Do you want me to call back later?"

The orgasm was fading now, and I was beginning to to get sensitive. 
Laura took the cue and slowly stopped milking me. I savored the
last few spasms as she sucked on my softening penis one last time. 
My knees were getting too weak to support me for much longer anyway. 

 "Sir?"

I looked down at my lovely Laura, who was clearly horny after what
she had just done to me, and had an idea.

 "That's a great idea, Amy. Could you call back in a few minutes?
  My girlfriend would be really interested in hearing about the 
  investment potential..."


 -End.


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