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The New Laura Pt. 00

By: Reefkeeper



Laura reflected on the corner she had painted herself into. It hadn't been such a bad corner for the last five years but, like any other corner, it certainly limited the directions she might go. 

She was rather popular, had bright red hair which reached the crack in her ass, and except for her tits, which were a little too large, had a trim, athletic figure. She had a swimmer's body, hardened by more laps swam in swim meets around the state than she could possibly have counted. She had been 28 days old the first time her mother had dropped her in the family pool to be quickly scooped up by her dad and cuddled and loved. She was, according to her parents, a reasonable swimmer long before taking her first step.

Her grades were excellent and she had already been accepted to Cornell University. In addition to the swim team, Laura was active in fundraising for the Sea Shepherds, her favorite charity, and had beat out three other girls for the title role in her school's production of "Annie Get Your Gun".

Almost every aspect of her life was just as she would have wished it except in one little area, sex. In four days she was about to turn eighteen and she was still a virgin. In fact, she was the only virgin she was aware of in her entire school. This fact was actually rather funny if you thought about the number of times over the years that she had been sought out by girls seeking sexual advice.

Five years ago, when all her friends were experimenting with giving their first head, she discovered that she couldn't stand the idea of being an amateur at something. She was so very, very good at so many things; she couldn't admit that there was something she might not do well. So she invented an imaginary boyfriend. Overnight Laura developed a certain mystique. As far as all her seventh-grade friends were concerned Laura had been having sex with a high school boy from Irvington for months. The only reason she'd had to keep it a secret was because he was Asian and his parents would have been furious if they ever discovered their son was seeing a white girl.

As the years passed, Laura wore her lie like a pair of comfortable shoes. She still would hang out with all the popular kids and even went out with a few boys, but everyone knew that she wouldn't go any further than a little light petting because she was true to her guy.

Then she got to know Seth. Seth was everything remotely good about the male sex without most of the bad things. She knew he wanted more out of their relationship but respected her boundaries. She wanted more, too. Every day that she spent with him made her want him to ravage her but to cross that bridge, she felt, would be like exposing her entire life to be the lie it was. Her comfortable shoes had walked her into a corner which severely limited her options.

She reasoned that she had only three choices. She could do nothing and maintain the status quo. This meant remaining a virgin until she went away to college next year. Of course between now and then Seth would probably find a girl to be with and Laura found that idea completely unacceptable.

Her second course of action would be to give herself to Seth. Half her brain thought of this as being ideal. She'd acquire the sexual experience she'd wanted for years, and she'd receive it from a boy she really cared about. In addition, he'd know that she was giving him something she'd never offered to any boy before. She sighed to herself. It also meant he'd know that everything she'd allowed him to believe about her was based on a lie. They had often said to each other that a relationship based on trust was most important to them. The truth would destroy that trust.

So she decided on the third course of action. Option three involved giving herself to Seth next Thursday, but acquiring enough sexual experience with a total stranger between now and then, so as not to have her lie discovered. Not wanting to waste any time she went online and started searching, looking for the catalytic situation which would help her plan become a reality. It seemed like she had accessed the websites of almost every college calendar in New England when she found her target.

Boston College was on the bubble as far as entry into the field of 65 for the NCAA Basketball Tournament and this weekend was "selection Sunday". ESPN would be broadcasting the show at the same time as a symposium on "Small Polyped Stony Coral Morphology" at Woods Hole Oceanographic Institution on Cape Cod.

It was perfect! She was absolutely sure she could talk her parents into allowing her to drive to the Cape for the symposium, they already knew her passion for coral reef ecology and she could further sell it as an 18th birthday present to herself. She also knew her father's belief that it was safer to drive the morning after an event, so he'd insist she stay in a hotel Sunday night. All Laura had to do was to divert to B.C. for the day and use the party atmosphere at the school as her stage for some anonymous fucking. Boston College would become her personal sex-ed laboratory. Her target probably wouldn't even remember her name (as if she'd offer a real one!) the following morning.

--

The only thing noteworthy about her drive north that weekend was the fact that she couldn't stop playing with herself. She masturbated most of the way starting on the Cross Westchester and continuing to do so up Route 95, only stopping for an occasional orgasm on the side of the road. It was as if her pussy knew what was coming at the end of the trip and was begging her to "get me ready, get me ready, get me ready".

She and her father had picked out a hotel for her to stay in Boston as opposed to the Cape because of the greater variety of things to do in the city. Laura had checked in around mid-day and had been roaming around discovering favorite student haunts. She wound up in a sports bar nursing a beer some student had bought her as the selection process unfolded. She had picked out her target a little earlier and had been waiting for the right opportunity.

Then the head on the TV announced the 16 seed in the western division to be Boston College. The room seemed to explode. Many were screaming, a few were crying and about half the room had grabbed the closest member of the opposite sex and were kissing. Laura strode purposefully over to her target, raised her arms in a loud scream, and jumped onto him, wrapping her arms and legs around him and kissing him. The boy's name was Denny Leonard and as far as he was concerned it was a pleasant, normal, celebratory kiss...until he felt the girl's tongue snake its way into his mouth. What had started as a tribute to their team's victory had become pure heat. He felt her hand in the back of his jeans squeezing his ass. When the kiss broke the girl said, "Hi, I'm Elle. This is all so wonderful. I see us celebrating this one of two ways. We can stay here and get drunk or we can go someplace and come up with a more..." Laura pinched his nipple. "...creative method of celebrating."

When the implications of what Laura had said finally sank in, it was Denny's turn to raise his hands and yell. He took Laura's hand and said, "Come with me." They worked their way through the mass of celebrants to the club's manager.

"Stan, can we open the lounge?"

The manager rolled his eyes at the request. "Come on, Denny, look around! The place is wall to wall people and the extra bartenders and wait staff don't show up until 7 o'clock. I can't spare the help. The second floor opens at seven, not before."

"Stan, we don't need waitresses. We don't need bartenders. We need the sofas up on the second floor to celebrate our getting into the Tourney with a good fuck!"

Stan tilted his head. "Actually, that makes sense! Okay, I'll tell Bonnie to stick her head upstairs every 15 or 20 minutes to get drink orders. I can't have people taking up space and not contributing to my bottom line. On your way up tell Lou I said it was okay, he and some girl from Walpole were looking to get it on a little earlier. Oh, and when you go up be sure to rehook the velvet rope behind you unless you want a dozen spectators interrupting you every 30 seconds!"

Denny led her to a staircase with a velvet rope stopping traffic. He unhooked it and motioned her upstairs. Laura got very close to him and whispered in his ear, "I'm very excited about this but I feel it's only fair to warn you that it's my first time."

He pulled his head back. "You're kidding!"

"Do you mind so very much being my teacher? I promise you that being inexperienced doesn't mean being shy. I'm up for whatever you want to do." She bit his ear.

If Denny's grin had gotten any wider it would have split his face. "You go on up. I'll be there in a minute."

Laura put on a demure, little girl look and said, "Yes, sir." She walked up the stairs, swinging her hips and unbuttoning her jeans as she went. The second floor room had a large horseshoe shaped bar surrounded by what must been forty or fifty pairs of loveseats, each pair with their own low table. Laura assumed that occasionally the place must have live music as a stage was at one end of the room. A couple came up the stairs.

Laura said, "You must be Lou!" The guy was startled and nodded. Laura continued, "And you must be the horny girl from Walpole!"

The girl laughed. "Barbara, and you must be Elle." She shook Laura's hand. "Denny told me to tell you he's making arrangements for tonight to be very special for you, that he'll be along shortly and that I'm supposed to get you ready. Arms up!"

Laura was taken aback as Barbara pulled her shirt up over her up stretched arms and began fondling her breasts. "Hey Lou, come here. You've always been a tit man, say hello to a pair of 34Ds."

As Lou unhooked her bra and started sucking her nipples, Laura stammered. "I thought I was going to be with Denny!"

Barbara said, "You will be, darling. I already told you we're supposed to be getting you ready. Now no more talking! You're not to speak unless spoken to." Lou pulled Laura's panties down and started gently blowing on her unshaven pussy. They led her to one of the sofas and Barbara produced a red satin blindfold which she tied on Laura. "Are you really a virgin?"

They had Laura on her back on the sofa while their four hands gently roamed and explored every inch of her flesh. She was enjoying experiencing, not participating, so it was with some degree of difficulty that she said. "Yes I am, but I haven't really wanted to be for quite a while. It's a long story."

"Which we're not interested in hearing." 

Barbara put her tongue in Laura's mouth and as she was kissing her and fondling her tits Laura could feel Lou's breath and tongue on her pussy again. As the two tongues were administering to her, Laura could still feel the four hands barely touching her body. As Lou's tongue awakened her clit, Laura's legs were hooked over his shoulders, her ankles locked together.

Laura felt as if she was going into sensory overload. It seemed as if her entire body was a single amorphous erogenous zone. Fingers and lips, everywhere she felt fingers and lips, exploring and caressing her every part. Fingers intertwined in her hair massaging her scalp, lips on her lips, a tongue in her mouth, another set of lips on her other lips, a tongue caressing her clit with increasing urgency, hands under her buttocks, squeezing her ass, lips on each nipple, nursing as if... Her brain floated up a bit closer to rational thought and she recounted... No, she was quite sure there were now four pairs of lips ministering to her body parts.

Lou shifted his body and began running his tongue around her navel while his hands still squeezed her buttocks, but that didn't make sense because his hands were actually massaging the soles of her feet while his tongue was seeking the entrance to her vagina. She felt gentle blowing of the hairs on each forearm as... No, that's not a tongue! That's a...

The sharp pain told her that she had lost her virginal status. A penis, and if her senses were in any way accurate a very large penis, was slowly gaining more and more territory in its quest to completely bury itself inside of her. She also lost her spectator status as she grabbed the ass attached to the intruding cock and started grinding her pussy against base of that cock.

She felt something hit her on her left cheek. As she turned her head that direction she realized that it too was an erect penis. Laura opened her mouth enough to allow her tongue to emerge and begin to snake its way tentatively around the head of this new challenge. Nearly her entire attention, however, was fixed on her vagina and what was happening down there so she was having some difficulty giving head. Finally she detached one of her hands from Jerry's (she assumed it was Jerry's) ass to hold the base of this new cock. This allowed her to steady her aim enough to take it deep into her mouth until the head touched the back of her throat. She tried to get some semblance of a rhythm going while sucking it but knew that the primal pelvic penetrations were occupying nearly all her focus.

Laura noticed in passing that her left nipple had become erect and almost painfully sensitive as it was being rhythmically brushed by her own knee, her legs still trapped between her body and that of her lover.

As the pace of the stroking picked up she could feel the orgasm building within her. Her partner had one hand on her belly and his thumb was furiously rubbing her exposed clit. Laura felt the cock begin to convulse just as the tidal wave of feeling broke over her causing a bite response. She didn't bite the cock in her mouth hard enough to do any damage, but she did pinch some skin causing her second partner to yelp. Suddenly her attention was diverted by the sound of cheering and applause. She realized she had been fucking before an audience!

Laura wrapped her arms around her partner's neck and a voice began whispering in her ear, "None of them know who you are and because you're wearing a mask no one would be able to recognize you if you should bump into them in Mike's Bakery in the morning. Now, shall we continue or would you rather stop?"

Laura needed no time to think about the answer to that question. She pushed Jerry's chest so he sat up, his penis still inside her. Her legs, no longer trapped, dropped on either side of his hips and she locked her ankles behind him. She propped herself up on her elbows and turned her head in the direction she supposed the crowd was concentrated and began slowly nodding her head in the manner of a monarch bowing to her subjects, all the while saying, "Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you..." The crowd quieted down and Laura continued. "I'd like to thank you all for assisting in our celebration of our Eagles making the tournament!" The crowd roared.

"I'd also like to especially thank..." The crowd quieted down. "I'd also like to especially thank these wonderful folk who aided in my... Is deflorination a word?" 

The crowd cheered again. Occasional shouts of "Hell yes!" were scattered around the room. Laura continued. "Anyway, thanks to those who helped me pop my cherry, and..." She reached out with her right hand, blindly feeling the empty air around her sofa. "and there's a cock out here somewhere that I owe an apology and a blow job to!" The crowd exploded. It took less than a minute before there were three erect cocks vying for position, impatiently tapping her face. Laura held her hands up in a gesture for silence. "I do believe we have a couple of cheaters in the crowd! Don't worry though everyone, I'm reasonably sure I can remember the flavor of the cock I'm indebted to!"

Laura had the three candidates line up in a semicircle around her and proceeded to take the first of the three, kiss its tip and take the entire length of it into her mouth. She took two or three strokes up and down its length, each time burying her face in the candidate's pubic hair. She called out, "Ladies and gentlemen I believe we may have a winner!" 

The crowd cheered but there were scattered cries of "imposter" floating through it. Laura continued, "The flavor's not quite familiar but the length is just right. Every time I take it all it hits the back of my throat in the same place I was hit earlier this afternoon, but to be fair I'll still interview the other candidates." She proceeded to repeat the process with the second cock. After the third stroke she withdrew it from her mouth and tilted her head with a puzzled look on her face. She reinserted the first cock for a stroke or two and then alternated, licking each shaft and sucking first one, then the other. She muttered, "Difficult, very difficult!"

Laura then took the third entrant in her hand. Everyone could tell that it was significantly larger, both in length and girth, than the other two. When Laura tried to take it all, her lips only made it down two thirds of its length. She called out to the crowd, "Hold on now, I can do this. I've read about how it's done!" She went down on the third cock again and pushed it in until it hit the back of her throat. She paused, tried to relax her throat muscles, and felt it slide down her throat until she had the entire cock inside of her. She repeated the process three more times and once again held up her hands for silence. She took the first cock in her left hand and the second in her right.

"All right everyone, the judge has made her decision! Contestant number one, as I said earlier, doesn't taste quite right but the length is perfectly as I remember it should be. Contestant Two on the other hand," She stroked it with her other hand, "is exactly the flavor I remembered but doesn't hit my throat in the same place!" She released the first two and took the third penis with both her hands.

"Contestant number three not only was too long to be the original cock, but I when I took it all in I was getting nervous that it might be getting stomach acid on its tip!" The crowd laughed and applauded.

"So! It is my decision that contestants one and two are 'too close to call' and should both deserve blow jobs. Contestant number three is obviously a fraud." Laura was still holding it as the crowd applauded. "But the judge deems it a horrible travesty of justice for this magnificent beast to go to waste. So while I'm making the presentation to the winners I want this bad boy deep in my pussy!"

Laura couldn't believe the things she was saying, the things she was doing. A few hours ago she was a virgin, and now this. It wasn't that she'd had sex with so many partners, she'd expected that. After all, that was the purpose of the trip! What fascinated her was how the pleasure of the sex acts was so dramatically heightened by doing them before an audience. She was about to provide sexual pleasure to three men she'd never met and that sounded to her like fun, but that she was about to do them before this crowd of 20 or 30 onlookers made it wonderfully exciting. She was a sex performer, almost a porn actress, and it was thrilling!

Laura moved Number Three to the sofa and had him sit. She straddled his lap, facing the crowd and holding her pussy's lips just touching the erect cock. She turned toward him. "Now after you penetrate me I want to control the tempo, all right? I haven't quite figured out this business of setting the lower half of my body to one rhythm, while my head, mouth and shoulders maintain a completely different pace. In other words, I haven't quite figured out how to suck and fuck at the same time. At least, not so my partners both have a good time!

God! How great would it be if I could get us all four to cum at the same time, or at least three out of four!" She turned to the crowd. "Now there's a skill which could come in handy, ladies!" She lowered herself onto Number Three while holding Number Two in her right hand and sliding Number One into her mouth. She discovered that if she tilted her head forward so she was blowing vertically, rather than horizontally, she could use the stroke generated by her legs to service both cocks. She got pretty good at using the upstroke on one cock and at the peak of the stroke switching to the next cock on the way down.


The New Laura Pt. 00



Number One was having trouble controlling himself so she increased the speed of her gobbling efforts while maintaining the same pace in her fucking. She discovered that it was hard to do with a randomly fast stroke, but she could do it quite well if the pace of her blow job was exactly double time the pace of the fuck. When One started to orgasm, Laura swallowed the first two ejaculations and then allowed the rest to squirt at her tits as she rubbed that cock across her nipples and switching her mouth to Number Two. It was wild!

--

Afternoon turned to evening. As seven o'clock approached Stan came upstairs and told Jerry that they'd have to wrap it up as he needed to open the second floor on time. Laura was led, naked and blindfolded, back to her clothes which had been put in Stan's office. Their journey was interrupted several times by fans who wanted to enthusiastically kiss her. One such admirer put a huge tongue into her mouth as his hands picked her up by her butt cheeks. Laura wrapped her legs around him as one of his fingers found her pussy. When the stranger put her down Laura turned to Jerry. "Remember this guy! I think I'm going to want to meet him later this evening!"

In the relative quiet of Stan's office Laura removed her blindfold. Jerry stood before her, his head lowered with a mock "hang dog" expression. "Well? Was it over the top, too much or just right?" Laura walked up to him, took his face with both her hands and kissed him gently on his lips. "Near as I can count I was fucked by at least five different men and one woman in every orifice of my body when we were out there. Do you think Stan'd mind if I made love to you just once in here?" Jerry kissed her back, just as gently. There were no sofas or places to lie down so she had him lay on the floor. Laura straddled his hips and started kissing her way around his entire face. Her breasts hung over him and rather than touching or squeezing them, Jerry started lightly tracing circles around her nipples.

Laura reached down and positioned the head of his cock just inside her. She rubbed it front to back, back to front until Jerry grabbed her hips and thrust himself fully into her. Once he was fully within her he stopped thrusting, allowing Laura to control the tempo of their lovemaking. Her hips started grinding, but movement could be measured in fractions of inches rather than long thrusting strokes. Jerry started rotating his hips so the head of his cock was nearly motionless, a fulcrum for the shifting shaft which applied rotating angled pressure to the sides of her vagina. Their bodies were learning from each other and in no time their hips were moving as if parts of a single well designed machine.

They approached the edge of orgasm at least three times before changing either speed, rhythm, or pausing entirely to back away from the precipice. When the wave finally struck, it was with more pulsating force than any others of the afternoon.

They lay wrapped in each others arms, his cock still inside her. In a voice barely above a whisper Jerry asked, "Stay the night with me, please?"

Laura propped herself up on her elbows and looked deeply into Jerry's eyes before gently kissing each of them. She shifted her hip slightly to ensure against his cock sliding out. "My sweet darling Jerry, my fuck of the barroom, my lover in here, and what we did in here was to make sweet, tender love to each other; I'm not looking for a boyfriend." She kissed each cheek. "I think I've already got one.

What I was looking for today was a measure of sexual training so that when I give myself to him this Thursday, he'll be pleased. I was looking for a sexual mentor and in you I found the best. You're everything I could imagine a lover to be, but I'm not in love with you."

She walked over to the desk where her clothes were neatly folded. As she was putting her bra on she said, "After I leave here I may wind up fucking the guy who grabbed me on our way in here. He might very well be my last fuck partner in Boston, but you'll remain my only lover. When I'm ninety and holding a great-grandchild on my lap, I'll still think of you and everything you gave me today."

Laura bent over Jerry's still naked body, kissed the head of his penis and then gave him a warm, tender kiss on his lips. She then let herself out down the back stairs which led into the alley behind the bar. She circled around front and as she had her hand on the bar's doorknob she realized that she had forgotten to ask Jerry how to recognize her final fuck buddy. Her hand dropped from the door and she started walking back toward her hotel. She then turned again and went in anyway. Maybe she could get someone to buy her a beer. A cold one would just hit the spot!

She wasn't in the bar two minutes before a cute blonde boy offered to buy her a drink. Laura said, "Thanks, make it a Coors Light. I'm headed for the ladies room and I'll be back in a minute."

When she got back, her beer buyer was in an animated conversation with a couple who obviously knew him. The blonde handed her the beer and said, "I'm Jimmy and this is Jack and Cindy." There were perfunctory "Hi"s coming from the couple and then Jack continued the conversation.

"No, I don't think they were. I think most of them were regulars from the bar. I know I've seen two of the guys in here before."

Cindy interrupted, "I agree. I mean, of course the whore must have been a professional, but everyone else seemed like regular people!"

Jimmy asked, "That all sounds wild but why didn't you come down and get me?"

Jack said, "I wanted to! I almost left twice but I was afraid the show'd be over by the time I got back! I didn't want to miss anything."

Laura spoke up. "I take it you're talking about the show upstairs?"

"You saw it too?" Jimmy stamped his feet. "I'm totally bummed! I must be the only guy in the place who missed it! Was it as wild as they said?"

Laura grinned. "It was pretty exciting!" She turned to Cindy. "Kind of makes you want to try it yourself!"

"No way! That girl knew just what she was doing. If she wasn't a hooker she was some other kind of sex worker." She turned back to Jimmy. "At one point the girl, her name was Elle, had five people working on her at the same time! Kissing her, sucking her nipples, eating her pussy; she had to be a pro!"

Laura asked, "Are you sure it was five? I thought it was four."

"No, no, it was definitely five! Don't you remember? There were three guys sucking on her, then there was the girl kissing her, and then that guy Jerry was the one fucking her. How could you have missed it, didn't you see?"

"Actually I didn't see any of it."

Jack turned to her. "You said you thought it was 'pretty exiting'. How would you know if you weren't there?"

Laura smiled. "I didn't say I wasn't there. I said I didn't see anything. You see, I was wearing a blindfold!"

"Ohmygod! It was you?"

"Yep, and Cindy, even though you may not believe me, all I wanted was to get rid of my cherry." She shrugged her shoulders, "I just did it rather flamboyantly!

Good-night!" She waggled her fingers over her shoulder as she headed for the door. 

 --

Seth's parents had gone into the City for a performance at the Met and they would be staying at the Pierre after a late supper.

So Laura found herself in his arms, on his bed as he reached behind her to remove her bra. He said, "God, I've been dreaming about this for so long.

I really want to please you and I'm a little nervous because I'm not all that experienced."

Laura realized what a huge deal it was for a guy to admit something like that and she felt all the closer to him because he'd said it. "Me too! I've only had one lover in my entire life."

"Right, your boyfriend from Irvington. Are you going to tell him about this?"

"I don't see him anymore, Seth. I'd never cheat on any man. Besides, I think I'm about to make love to my new boyfriend."

Seth buried his face between her breasts and she hugged him to herself. Her pussy started to get more than a little wet as she thought about Jerry's cock.

As Seth began sucking her nipples her mind drifted to thoughts of how difficult it might be to convince Seth to do this before a crowd.



The New Laura Pt. 01



(I wrote this with all the appropriate historical references so it can be read as a stand alone, but I think it reads better for the reader who's already read "The Truth About Laura" listed in the "First Time" section.

Hope you enjoy it, 

Reefkeeper)

*

Seth was sweet. Laura couldn't possibly imagine a better boyfriend. He was kind, generous, considerate, a wonderful sexual partner, and best of all, a patient listener. She couldn't count the number of times he'd meet her when she came home from school on weekends and allow her to rant on about some perceived injustice. He would just sit, quietly listening, only speaking if Laura solicited his comment. He was truly an amazing friend.

She turned her car into the parking lot of the mall. She was meeting her roommate, Marjorie Marx, for lunch and a little window shopping. Laura had just bought a pre-torn T-shirt when Margie mused, "I wonder if they save enough material from all the torn out sections to make another shirt with?"

"Maybe, how was last night with Russ? I nodded off before you came in and you didn't wake me."

Margie sighed, "Sorry, I didn't much feel like talking last night. Russ and I are so over. It's too bad; too, I just got tired of all the constant arguing. I need to find myself a Seth! You did say he didn't have any brothers, right?"

Laura shook her head as she slid into a booth at the restaurant they were having lunch at. "Nope, no brothers, but stick around, before too long you might be able to get the original!"

"Yeah, right!"

Laura didn't respond, she just grabbed a menu.

Margie leaned forward. "That's not possible! You guys are the Thelma and Louise of heterosexual couples! You're supposed to grow old and rich and have...horses and stuff!

What's going on?"

"Got time for a long story? I'll try to make it as short as I can."

"Of course!"

"God, all the old clichés about lies growing and growing over time? They're all true.

When I was thirteen I basically had it all. I was popular, got great grades, and basically liked the way I looked, although even then I could tell that these bad boys were going to get out of control." She pointed to her D-cup sized tits. "But all the boys liked them, so who was I to argue?

Remember when you were 13? Well, we were all the same. Most of the girls practicing giving their first head, then half the class would get the blow-by-blow in school the next day. The kids made fun of the inexperienced girls who did something stupid. On the other hand, the very experienced girls were called sluts and whores and the kids made fun of them too. I didn't want to deal with all that shit so I made up a boyfriend who was in high school in the next town and told a few girls that I'd been having sex with him for months. By the next day the whole school knew and I had gained some kind of star status.

By the time I met Seth everyone thought of me as very experienced even though I was still a virgin! We became really close buddies who made fun of all the kids who were always playing games and lying to each other. When I'd finally decided I wanted to be with Seth I just knew I couldn't tell him the truth. I'd been lying to him, to everyone!

So I went to Boston with the express intention of gaining a lot of sexual experience in a short period of time."

"You're kidding, with whom?"

"I had no idea when I left home. As it turned out I wound up losing my cherry to four guys and a woman in a bar downtown."

Margie slapped the table. "You never do anything halfway, do you girl?" She shook her head. "Girl sets out to get laid and winds up in a goddamn orgy!"

"Yeah, but I haven't told you the best part yet. When I said we did it in a bar I meant it. We had about 50 people in the audience, cheering the show."

Margie mocked a TV announcer, "And now, direct from Tarrytown, New York, that new star, fucking for your pleasure, Lauraaaaa Enders!"

It was Laura's turn to slap the table. "That's exactly what it was like! The sex was great, but it became secondary to the show! A few times I even talked to them! 'Now everyone, which of these three cocks should I suck next?' Stuff like that! It was completely wild and I discovered that performing for the crowd significantly increased my pleasure!"

Margie leaned back and said, "And now you've discovered that even though you love Seth and really want to be with him, you miss the excitement factor in your sex life."

"I guess that's about it."

Margie rolled her eyes and spoke to the ceiling, "Why does everyone always give me the easy problems to solve? Just once couldn't I work on something challenging?

Let me sum it up for you. You want to recapture the excitement you felt that night but you're afraid to act all slutty with Seth. So rather than have him think of you as some insatiable whore, you're thinking about breaking up with the only man you've ever loved.

You idiot! The solution's so simple, cheat!"

"Oh, I couldn't. We've always taken pride in the honesty we've had with each other. I'm sure he could tell if I started keeping stuff from him."

"And then he might break up with you."

Laura bowed her head and said, "Yes."

"So to protect yourself against the possibility of a breakup with Seth, you break up with Seth. Good solution, Laura!

And of course you've never lied to him in the past, right? Oh wait, didn't you say something earlier about starring in an orgy in Boston just to keep Seth in the dark about a five year long lie? Or was that someone else?"

"All right, all right, you've made your point."

Margie was on a roll, "Okay, here's what you want to do: You want to improve your sex life and hang on to Seth.

Here's what you don't want to do: You don't want to fall for your fuck-buddies or have them fall for you. That would make things just too complicated.

Now, you trust me, right?"

"Yes, very much."

"And you'll do whatever I say?"

Laura responded hesitantly, "Okay?"

"Good, give me your phone." 

Laura handed Margie her cell, which she handed right back. "Sprint, I thought so. Come on." She grabbed Laura by the hand and pulled her at a very quick walk toward the other end of the mall, straight into a Sprint store. "My friend wants to add a second phone to her account. What's the cheapest phone and the cheapest plan you've got?"

Laura looked inquiringly at her friend. "I do?"

The clerk and Margie talked about features and charges until they had settled upon a purchase. Margie said, "Give him your card." Laura handed the clerk her Visa and signed where he indicated.

Margie led Laura to a different restaurant, saying "God I'm starving, but that other restaurant didn't have any outlets." They slid into a booth and Margie unpacked the phone and charger. She plugged the phone in and ordered lunch. Then she dialed on her own phone. "Kenny?...Okay, I found a girl for you and you owe me one...Got a pen?...Okay, write this down." She read Laura's new phone number into the phone. "Hold on..." She turned to Laura. "What name did you use in Boston?...For your orgy, I know you didn't use your own."

"Elle, I called myself Elle."

Margie was speaking back into the phone. "Her name is Elle and she's expecting a call...I meant it, Kenny, you owe me! Have Mark call her as soon as possible."

Their food arrived and they started to eat. After two or three minutes of silence, Laura couldn't take it any more. "Should I assume that was your brother Kenny? And who the hell is Mark, and what are you getting me into?"

The new cell phone rang. Margie answered it. "Hello?...Yes, this is Elle...Oh, hi Mark, I was expecting your call...Sure, tomorrow night is fine. I'm looking forward to it. Where should I go?...Which one? There are two, aren't there?...Okay, and the address?...Wonderful, see you tomorrow, bye"

Margie resumed eating, but said between bites, "Yes, my brother Kenny, he goes to Syracuse and a friend of his, Mark something or other, is the best man for another friend of his whose name I don't remember." She chewed a bit and continued, "Aren't you hungry? Anyway, it falls under the responsibilities of the best man to arrange the bachelor party. You, Elle, just agreed to be the entertainment at the party. Kenny asked me if I knew how to find someone as they hadn't a clue. God I love these pepperoncinis they add to the salad dressing!" 

"And what is this entertainer expected to do?"

Margie had just taken a bite of the warm bread and spoke while chewing, "Oh the usual, I expect. Dance around, strip, give the groom-to-be a lap dance, and probably fuck every one who wants to. It's at the Hilton, not the one by the University, the one out by the airport."

It was Laura's turn to take a few bites, mulling over all the data Margie had just entered into her. The more she thought about what had been said... "Okay. It sounds like fun!"

"I thought so, too. If my brother wasn't going to be there I might have done it myself! Oh, did I mention that the gig pays $1,000?"

"No, you left that part out. So now I'd no longer be just a whore, I'd be a hooker." She forked some salad. "I wonder if that's a step up or a step down."

"Do'no, but didn't you say you could use a bigger skimmer for your saltwater tank?"

"True, and Seth did say he didn't have any cash to help me and that I should try to earn the money. It'd be like I was following his advice."

"Okay so you're supposed to be at the hotel at eight o'clock. Call from your car as you get close and they'll give you the room number. The room'll be under the name of Mark Taylor."

The check came and Margie handed it to Laura. "You can have this. After all, you're the working girl here."

It was precisely eight o'clock when Laura knocked on the door to room 342. The drive had taken just under an hour. A nice looking type with sandy hair answered the door. "Elle? But of course you must be. Please come in." He indicated a bedroom to the right of the foyer. "You can get ready, or change or do whatever you need in here. What should I do?"

Laura handed him a CD she'd recorded earlier that day. "Give me about ten minutes and then put this in the CD player. Have the groom sit in the middle of a sofa and I'll come out when I hear the first cut start playing. Can we do the money part now?" Mark handed her the ten crisp hundred dollar bills which she put in her purse. "Remember to give me those ten minutes, please!"

As she opened the large shoulder bag she'd brought, Laura smiled. The profitability of this trip wasn't quite what Margie had expected. The new matching bra and panties, along with the garter belt, hose, negligee, makeup and a pair of 5 inch "fuck-me pumps" had set her back over $400, but Laura didn't care. On the drive from Ithaca she had masturbated non-stop. Her pussy knew what was coming and had been in a near constant state of wetness for two hours. Last year on her cherry-busting Boston trip she was already naked when the crowd began to gather to watch her perform and fuck. This would be her first time stripping before a crowd of horny men and all her systems were ready. She had goose bumps on her flesh, her nipples were hard as erasers and her pussy was still wet. Even her already big D-Cup sized breasts felt bigger to her, or maybe it was just that they'd never been stuffed in a push-up bra before.

The music changed. Laura pulled open the door, stepped just into the room and stood there with her legs spread wide enough to pull the negligee open and display her body. The crowd went wild. She put one hand to her cheek in a gesture of mock surprise and with the other made an obvious attempt to count the crowd. There were fourteen men focusing on her every move, her every gesture. Laura was in heaven. She strode across the room to where Bill, the guest of honor, was seated and thrust her hand out to shake his hand and congratulate him. She hadn't planned on performing as a mime but seemed to just fall into it. She loved the exaggerated gestures and Betty Boop facial expressions.

She swayed her hips to the beat of the music, her legs straddling his. Suddenly she arched her back and threw her shoulders back. This caused the negligee to fall back down her arms to the floor while thrusting her ample chest out so her tits were practically resting on Bill's head. She smiled to herself at how ridiculously large this bra made her tits look. She was already quite large to start with but the bra had transformed her breasts into weapons! She pulled Bill's head forward and nestled it between them for a quick two seconds them leaned over and gave him a big kiss. Just as she had coaxed his tongue into her mouth she stood, her body still dancing with the beat of the music. 

Laura strutted an eight foot circle around Bill, pirouetting as she went so she could display her ample wares and tantalize the other thirteen onlookers. Hands reached out and fingertips grazed her tits and ass as she danced passed the crowd. She timed her circle so that she once again stood in front of Bill as a drum solo built to a crescendo. The lace panties she was wearing had Velcro fasteners on either side so that just as the crescendo broke she snapped her arms down to her sides and brought them rapidly back up having ripped her panties off.

Bill wasted no time so he reached out, grabbed Laura's ass and pulled her to him so he could lick her freshly shaved pussy. She could feel her heat rising as his tongue quickly found its way to her sheath.

As much as Laura wanted to start fucking Bill, she thought that the performance would be better if she put a little more "tease" in her "strip tease" so she crouched down, kissed Bill again, and stood up and continued her dance. She reached behind herself and unhooked her bra, holding her arms at her sides so it wouldn't drop. She held Bill's hands and pushed her chest forward indicating that he should remove her bra with his mouth. He grabbed it with his teeth and twisting his head, threw it to one side. Laura put one nipple, then the other to his mouth for a quick suck before dancing away again.

Laura did her circle again, this time with one finger tapping her lower lip as if she was trying to decide. She looked over each of the guests until she saw the one she was looking for. She'd never met Margie's brother Kenny, but this one had her eyes and overall coloring. He had to be Kenny. Laura strode over to him. She touched him on his lips and then touched her pussy with the same finger while tilting her head as if asking him if he wanted to eat her pussy.

Kenny understood right away and immediately started nodding his head. Laura took him by the hand and led him over to the sofa and had him lay on the floor, about two feet in front of Bill. She stood back to examine the tableau she had created and then grabbed three throw pillows from the sofa and stacked them under Kenny's shoulders. She then straddled Bill's legs and proceeded to unbuckle his belt, unzip his fly, and pull his khakis and boxers to the floor. She spread his legs and kneeled between them with her own legs spread so her pussy was just barely above Kenny's face.

Laura took Bill's cock and began to kiss her way up one side of the shaft and down the other. She hadn't completed her first circumnavigation of its girth when she felt Kenny grab her hips and pull her pussy to his face.

Laura took the head of Bill's cock into her mouth and licked and sucked it as she slowly gobbled her way down its shaft until the head hit the back of her throat. It still had two more inches to go. She raised her head until it was almost out of her mouth and then began blowing him. After about ten strokes she took the cock up against her throat, paused, and then began deep throating him until she had him all inside her.

Between Kenny's excellent tongue work and her own pleasure at swallowing Bill's entire cock, Laura began her first orgasm. She shocked herself and delighted the crowd when, for the first time in her life, she squirted. The first shots from her pussy landed on Kenny's chest and soaked his shirt before he could get his mouth back in place to drink the rest of her cum.

Laura withdrew Bill's cock from her mouth, turned and kissed Kenny a profound Thank-you. She then raised herself and got onto the couch with her knees straddling Bill, her pussy suspended just above his cock. She rubbed its head back and forth to lubricate it with her juices and slowly sat down. She could feel herself accepting inch after inch of him until it was about half way in. She raised herself up and came back down, gaining an extra inch with each stroke until she had the entire cock buried inside of her.

Bill was enchanted by Laura's breasts. He broke the silence of their fucking. "Darling...these...are the finest...finest...tits I've...I've EVER played...played with in...in my entire...life and...and your pussy..." Bill grabbed the cheeks of her ass so he could meet Laura's every stroke and drive himself deeper into her. "Being in your...pussy is...being in your cunt is like...like a Catholic must feel being in the Vatican...you...you're a perfect...perfectly designed sex machine."

Laura could feel his pulsating cock getting ready to explode causing a wave to crash over her as she came along with him. They continued rocking until his dick slipped out.

Bill yelled in triumph and called out, "After that, I need a drink! Would you care for one, Darlin?"

"Actually I do have a bit of a thirst. All I've had to drink is cum, and it taste's great but does nothing to quench a thirst!" As she walked toward the bar they had set up, she detoured and pressed her naked body up against Kenny. She threw her arms around him and as she nibbled his ear she said, "And I haven't forgotten that you and I have some unfinished fucking to do! I'm just getting myself a quick drink, so be ready!"

Kenny picked her up by her ass as he kissed her. Laura felt one of his fingers stray into her pussy as he said, "I'll be waiting, and Elle, I'm always ready!"

Laura went to the bar and Bill asked her what she'd like. "Scotch rocks please, and although I realize this is a formal party, does anyone mind if I get comfortable?"

Laura sat on the coffee table, slipped off her heels and rolled her thigh highs down her legs while pointing her toes in the air. She was now completely naked. Bill brought her her drink.

Laura thanked Bill, took her drink and went over to lead Kenny to the couch. "You and I have some unfinished business, I believe." She knelt down in front of him, unbuckled and unzipped him. His cock flipped out of his Jockeys in a semi-hard state and Laura immediately gobbled him up.

Male or female, almost everyone loves to be eaten. It's a dominance thing. Laura could tell, however, that for Kenny it was simply a means to an end. After about 20 strokes he pulled her up and as he was kissing her he twisted her around and pushed her down on her back on the couch. He lifted her legs and started kissing and sucking her toes, one by one.

Kenny leaned forward, one hand holding each foot, her legs spread, and trapping her legs against her chest his cock started probing for the spread open lips beneath him. Laura took his cock and guided it's head into her. He began with the smallest of strokes, expanding the lubricated area with each thrust.

The pace had barely picked up when Laura felt herself cumming. She pressed her hands palm down at her sides to give herself additional leverage as she thrust her hips upward to meet his every stroke. Kenny's cock slipped out of her on several occasions but he was able to find his way back with ease as Laura had leaked her own lubricant everywhere. She started to cum a second time, and a third, or maybe it was all part of a long continuous orgasm. As Laura came she knew without a doubt that were it not for Kenny's being on top of her she'd be squirting her cum all over the lampshade across the room.




The New Laura Pt. 01



Kenny said, "Damn, wench! You're cumming so much you're almost full up! Maybe I need to find a new place to make my deposit!" He let his cock slip out of her and he inserted it into her ass. The initial entry was easy since everything down there was drenched with her cum, but it took two or three strokes before Kenny could get the entire length of his cock into her.

Laura let out a forceful O scream through her tightly clenched teeth. Her fingernails dug into Kenny's shoulders. She came again.

Both Kenny and Laura were aware of the force with which Laura's projectile cum hit his lower belly, just above his pubic hair. They looked into each other's eyes and cracked up laughing. "God DAMN, girl! That thing should be classified as a lethal weapon!"

Laura pulled him forward and kissed the tip of his nose. "You bring out the best in me, I guess!"

Kenny said, "Hold on, hold on, I want you to hook your ankles behind my thighs and push your palms into my chest. I'm going to roll off the sofa onto my back on the cushions on the floor. It's your job to make sure my dick stays inside of you and you wind up sitting on top of me, okay?"

"I can do that!"

Kenny yelled, "Hey Bart, come here!" He rolled to his left and they wound up, just as planned, with Laura on top.

"Now Elle, don't let my dick out but spin around so your back is to me. Bart, take those pillows and prop them under my shoulders. No, no, not just them, stack 'em all!"

With his back reclined against the stack of cushions, Kenny said, "All right wench, if you perform well in this action I'll promote you to Lieutenant Wench. Now lean back against my chest and hook your legs under mine so your ankles hit my ass."

He called out, "Married guy, hey married guy, come here!"

Bill came over. "I'm not married, yet!"

"Technicalities, technicalities, get over there and sit on the floor facing us." Kenny had started rocking, moving his cock in and out of Laura's ass.

Laura had leaned her head back, resting it on Kenny's collarbone so they were cheek to cheek. He said to her, "Okay get your nipples erect...No, no, belay that order. I'll do that, besides I've got another use for your hands."

Kenny started to knead Laura's breasts, squeezing her nipples between his fingers. He said to her. "Nobody knows your pussy like you do. Start playing with your clit, but be sure to tell me if you feel yourself getting ready to cum." His cock was now thrusting more rapidly in Laura and she was beginning to whimper.

Kenny squeezed Laura's breasts together and held her nipples so they were barely 1/2" apart. He put his cheek against hers and sighted down the length of her body, between her nipples and between her legs. "Now when you start to cum, be sure to pull your hand away, quickly!"

Laura could only whimper in response, but louder now. Kenny brought each of Laura's nipples in turn to his mouth, licking the erect tips like a hunter moistening his gun's open sights. He put them back in position just as Laura started to scream, dropping her hands and grabbing Kenny's hips.

Kenny arched his back and hips in a wrestler's bridge and aimed down between Laura's nipples so the pulsating vulva was in line with Bill's open mouth.

Laura's scream was accompanied by a stream of cum, the shot hitting Bill squarely in the face. Knowing that Laura had at least one more bullet in her weapon, Kenny shifted his hips suddenly so the second stream flew across the room hitting Mark in his nose, just as he was about to sip his drink.

The crowd exploded with applause. Amid cheering and high-fiveing, one member of the crowd ran over to Kenny and Laura. He yelled, "Sorry, by all rights this should be Champagne!" He proceeded to pour Scotch over Laura's mound, eventually putting the neck of the bottle between her labia to catch any leakage. Laura obliged him with another squirt.

Kenny yelled out, "Scotch and Elle's cum! Breakfast of Champions! Give me a drink!" He took the bottle and took a large swallow before handing it to Laura.

Laura had decided earlier that she shouldn't drink much while performing but she figured that with her cum in it the Scotch bottle had been transformed into sort of a health drink. She took a good pull and enjoyed the burning sensation in her throat.

Over the course of the rest of the evening Laura fucked seven more groomsmen or whoever they were. She stopped counting the blowjobs at ten.

She must have dozed off because at six o'clock, the time she normally awakened, she opened her eyes. She found herself lying on top of a man who was in turn spread out on the mattress Mark and Eric had pulled off one of the beds and dragged into the living room for Laura to perform on. She realized that the stranger's limp cock was still in her pussy.

Their combined juices had dried in the night and when Laura pushed herself up it was like opening a partially sealed envelope. Her belly stuck to his belly, her thighs to his thighs, and her pussy to his cock. She tried to arise quietly but several of the guests started to stir as she went into the master bathroom. She showered, dressed and had almost finished packing when she realized her costume from last night was still spread around the living room. She grabbed her bag and went out to retrieve them.

When she got in the living room she saw that everyone was up. Bill asked her, "I made coffee, want a cup?"

"Mmm please, but make it half a cup. I've got to rush." She stuffed her heels, stockings, and the rest of her outfit in the bag.

Mark picked up several envelopes on the kitchen counter. "Some of the guys had to leave last night but they left these for you."

Laura tilted her head questioningly.

Bill replied, "Tips. In fact..." He reached into his pocket and peeled off three hundred dollar bills. He handed them to her and kissed her cheek. "You were so much better than I could possibly have hoped for. I've been to a lot of these parties so I know, you're the absolute best. I'll make it a point to mention you to anyone I know that's planning this sort of thing."

She finished her coffee and then saw, stretched between her and the door, a line of guys had formed. It was like going down a receiving line, each of them kissing her and saying, "goodbye...I had a great time!...You're the best...never been fucked like that before...have a great one...best tits I've ever seen...", and so on. Each of them pressed money into her hand which she pushed into her purse.

Kenny was at the end of the line, closest to the door. He hugged her and said, "I've been standing here trying to think of something clever to say to express what an awesome time I had last night. I couldn't, so I might as well just say what I feel in my heart." He looked Laura in the eyes, "This world became a much nicer place the day you decided to become a whore. You provided us with so much pleasure, and I'm glad it's being shared." He kissed her. Rather tenderly, she thought.

Laura stopped for gas just before getting on the highway. While she was filling her tank she called Margie. "Hey girl, I just wanted to tell you I'm on the road...It was pretty wild, but I had fun, and guess what?...They gave me the thousand as soon as I got there, but as I was leaving they all started handing me tips...An additional eighteen hundred! Oh, and I've GOT to tell you about your brother!...I don't care if you don't want to hear it, when I see you I'll sit on your chest and force you to listen if I have to...no, no, it's nothing bad!...Oh yeah, he fucked me, twice, but that's not it...Yeah, he was very good. I thought you didn't want to talk about him?...I told you, I'll tell you when I see you. Besides, I want to think about something he said some more. Oh, and I already have bookings for two more parties, another bachelor party and of all things a birthday party!

I'll see you when I see you!"

As she got up to speed on the Interstate, Laura thought, "I like making the world nicer. Especially if it makes my pussy feel the way it does now!"



The New Laura Pt. 02



This is actually the third installment about Laura Enders. I had a few formatting problems with the first, "The Truth about Laura" and I wish I knew then what I have since learned. For example the proper use of italics and bold type, where it ordinarily should have been called for would have helped the story. 

Anyway, we learn, we grow. The one remaining item I'm not completely happy with concerns the use of putting references in the stories concerning events which occurred in the past. Obviously I did this so each story could, more or less, stand on its own. In the future I'll put all such references in an introduction like this one.

So once again here is Laura Enders, submitted for your consideration and (hopefully) approval and enjoyment. She's a very bright, hard working, popular, sexy almost 19 year old freshman at Cornell University in Ithaca, New York, attempting to come to grips with a healthy libido which had been suppressed for five years before Laura allowed it its freedom the year before.

As always, I would invite your constructive criticism and comment, so I can do some more learning and growing.

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The drive back to school was uneventful. Laura spent most of it thinking about the events which had transpired the previous evening.

Laura had been lamenting her lack of an exciting sex life to her college roommate, Margie Marx. Margie made a suggestion. One of the students at Syracuse University was getting married. His best man didn't know how to find a girl to "entertain" at the bachelor party he was organizing. He asked a friend, Kenny, for help and Kenny asked his sister Margie. Margie thought Laura would be great for the job.

Laura smiled as she remembered asking Margie, "And what is this entertainer expected to do?"

Margie had answered, "Oh the usual, I expect. Dance around, strip, give the groom-to-be a lap dance, and probably fuck every one who wants to."

Laura agreed to do it. She wasn't doing it for the money, although the $2,800 felt happy in her purse, she did it because she loved the idea of being the focal point of so many men's lust. By the end of the evening she'd had sex, either oral or conventional, more than a dozen times. What excited her most about the evening was that all her couplings were performed in plain view of all the other men at the party. They had pulled a mattress off one of the beds and Laura took on all comers in front of the whole crowd. 

Twice during the course of the evening her next fuck-buddy was next to her, waiting on his knees, so he could climb aboard the moment the previous guy withdrew. More than several times she had multiple dicks in her at the same time. Laura'd really had a great night!

Margie had planned Laura's foray into the whore's life with an attention to detail that protected Laura's true identity as best she could. Laura had two cell phones, one for Laura's calls and the second one for Elle's calls. Elle was the name of her alter ego. Elle the whore.

Elle's phone rang as she pulled into her dorm's parking lot. "Hello, this is Elle."

"Hey Elle, I wanted to thank you again for an absolutely fabulous night."

Laura smiled; the voice belonged to Margie's brother Kenny. "Well I'm glad you had a good time, Kenny. It always makes me feel great when I'm told I did a good job."

"Anyway, they're having a Retro weekend here next weekend. You know, ZZ Top, Kenny Logins, a few other groups, anyway I thought you might like to come up for the weekend."

"Oh Kenny, it sounds like fun but I've already got an appointment scheduled for Saturday." Laura frantically searched for the right way to phrase what was coming next. "Listen Kenny, I'm really glad you enjoyed me last night. I know I had a really great time with you, but...

But Kenny we weren't on a date last night. You and your friends paid me to entertain you. I was hired to be your special whore for the evening and you helped make it easy for me to do my job well. I loved being fucked by you. You brought me to more orgasms than I thought I had in me, but...but I enjoyed pleasing the other guys, too. I get pleasure from giving pleasure and the reason you all thought I did such a good job was because I was having fun at my job.

Will you keep a secret for me?"

"Sure, Elle, anything."

"Your friend Eric? The one with the huge shoulders?"

"Yeah, I know who you mean."

"Well Eric was about the worst performer I've ever been with. He fumbled around and until I got him calmed down I thought he was going to shoot his load before he ever got it in me. Even after we started fucking it took everything I had to help him last a short three minutes. But Kenny, all you have had to do was look in that face of his, see the unbridled joy he was having for those three minutes and the afterglow after; well I almost cried I was so happy. He may not have been able to fuck me great, but it was a great fuck, you understand?"

"I told you this morning. The world became a better place when you decided to become a whore."

Laura sighed, "Well thank you and I sure hope you're right 'cause this body's sore, tired and in desperate need of my bed. I want to sleep thinking that I'd accomplished something that's appreciated!"

As soon as Laura dropped her bags and flopped down on her bed, Margie immediately said, "Girl, you've got a problem!"

Laura groaned and rolled over, pressing her face into the bedspread. "Ohhh, I don't need any problems. I just need my pillow!" She sat up.

"Okay, what's the problem?"

"My brother has a major crush on you and we're going to have some serious problems between us if you hurt him!"

Laura pulled her feet up under so she could rest her forearms on her knees. "I know. I just got off the phone with him."

"And?"

"He asked me out for next weekend. It's kind of sweet actually, but, as gently as I could, I reminded him about our respective roles. Sort of a 'You college boy, me hired whore' kind of thing. Maybe my little speech did some good, I don't know."

"Have you eaten? Are you hungry?"

Laura thought for a moment and laughed softly. The last solid food I had may have been here, before I left, but around three a.m. Kenny and I shared a protein shake."

"My brother Kenny? Kenny Marx? About six foot with brown hair Kenny Marx? Health food? Now I know you've bewitched him. He's never eaten healthy in his entire friggin' life!" Margie took a sip of her coffee.

"Well it was just Dewars and a few squirts of my cum on the rocks."

Margie sprayed her mouthful of coffee all over the wall and spilled the cup on her sheets. She stood and surveyed the mess she had made and then stripped the sheets off the bed. She left the room, went down the hall and returned with a sponge and bucket of soapy water which she used on the painted wall and any furniture which had been hit.

After returning the bucket, Margie remade her bed and sat on the neatly pressed sheets. She spoke for the first time since the accident. Her voice was soft. "Girl, you are out of your friggin' mind if you think you're getting away with that one, Scot-free! Your ass is in for a world of hurt, trust me!"

The two of them glared at each other. They lasted about ten seconds before both burst into laughter, rolling off their respective beds, coming to rest on the carpet with the tops of their heads inches apart. When the waves of laughter subsided, Laura rolled over, gave Margie a quick kiss on the lips with just a little tongue, and said, "Get your ass of that floor. It turns out I am hungry and we're going to Pop's for breakfast, my treat!" Laura pecked her again on her cheek.

"You better be treatin', you with that rich bitch Ho roll in your pocket! Sheet! I figure every sip of coffee I'll be havin' at breakfast was prob'ly paid for by about two or three thrusts o' that skanky pussy o' yours."

"Skanky? You're just jealous 'cause you prob'ly couldn't find fourteen guys who'd even consider fuggin' that hole of yours."

Laura opened the door and said over her shoulder, "And although my math skills may not be at their best this morning, I'd say the accurate ratio is closer to twenty-five to thirty thrusts per sip of coffee. I did a lot of fucking last night, Margie!"

Margie rested her hand on Laura's shoulder as they walked down the hall. "At least no one would ever be able to accuse you of not earning your money." They bounced down the steps leaving their dorm. "Fourteen! Really? Wow!"

"Yeah fourteen, but there wasn't enough time to fit them all in."

"I hear that. But at least you did fit a lot of things in."

"Oh yeah. But I just remembered, two of the guys were married and didn't want me so I guess we shouldn't count them."

"Hell, girl, the way I heard it from Kenny none of the guys really wanted you, they were just fucking you to be polite to the groom!"

"Except Kenny, I know he wanted my ass!"

"Yeah well we're not going to talk about Kenny. Not until you get your little problemo straightened out.

Oh, I forgot to mention to you, Larson announced in class on Friday that there'd be a quiz tomorrow on Chapters 14-17."

The banter continued as the two girls walked on to Pop's Diner.

Laura easily got back into the routine of classes and exams. The only other interruption to her schedule was the second bachelor party she'd scheduled for Saturday and that went off without a hitch. The following Wednesday she drove back to Syracuse for the birthday party that was in her Blackberry. She parked gave her car to the valet at the Carriage House Hotel and went in wearing her new Marc Jacobs suit. She'd never spent this much on an outfit in her life but she adored the way she felt when she was wearing it.

The hotel had a cocktail lounge which was sort of a knock-off of the famous Oak Room in the Plaza. As Laura walked into the room she was acutely aware that every male eye was riveted on her. As Laura walked to a table she noticed, using her peripheral vision, a girl at the bar take her date by the chin and re-aim his face toward her. He had been trying to look down Laura's cleavage from 20 feet away. Laura felt a little wet.

A waiter came over and "Laura said, "Dewars with a splash, rocks, please."

"And may I check the lady's I.D., please?"

Laura handed him her $300 work of art. She had been told that it was the Rolls Royce of phony I.D.s. At least it worked with this waiter.

A man at the bar had been staring at her since she walked in. Laura could tell he was considering approaching her so she deliberately avoided looking his way. She may have been a lot of things, but she was definitely not a hotel hooker!

She was so busy avoiding his eyes that she hadn't noticed the one who had come up behind her.

"May I join you?"

Laura's head snapped around. It seemed to her like a shark feeding frenzy she'd seen on the Discovery Channel. At least this shark was a definite hottie! "No, thank you but I'm meeting someone here for dinner, but thank you."

He sat down anyway, saying, "At least I'll protect you from the lions which abound hereabouts." He signaled the waiter, "Two of whatever the lady's having." 

This guy has huge balls, Laura thought, and probably a cock to match. "Lions? I think sharks, actually!"

The guy was really good looking and Laura had already noticed that his suit was hand stitched. He held out his hand. 

"I'm Tony Maldonado."

Laura looked at the hand but made no move to shake it.

He left it out there and said, "This is the part where nice girls shake my hand and tell me their name."

"No, this is the part where nice girls run and hide. Hadn't you heard? Sharks can be dangerous."

Tony's gaze never wavered and the hand remained extended. "Okay, this is the part where girls with itchy cunts shake hands. I saw you rub your thighs together when the blonde at the bar got on her boyfriend for sticking his tongue up your dress. You were ready to cream in the middle of the room.

Let's begin again, shall we? I'm Tony Maldonado."

Laura shook the hand and said, "And I'm still waiting for someone." The drinks arrived and Laura picked up her new glass, gesturing a toast to Tony. "And you're very observant!"

Tony took a sip. "A scotch drinker! I knew there was something I liked about you."

"Besides my tits? You've spent quite a bit of time staring at them."

Tony downed the rest of his drink and signaled the waiter. "There are two kinds of girls who look like you and have tits like those. There are those who know that they're always the center of men's attentions and are pleased as hell about it. 

And then there are those who know that they're always the center of men's attentions and are pleased as hell about it, but pretend they're totally unaware that that anyone in the room is thinking of them as being anything other than their plain Jane second cousin from Philadelphia."

Laura arched her eyebrows as if to ask which kind she was.

Tony put his hand on her thigh under the table. "You don't pretend."

Laura didn't attempt to move his hand. She continued to stare into his eyes as she said. "My date's just come into the hotel."

Tony turned around and spotted a young man in the lobby, looking around as if to orient himself. Tony rose, signaled to the waiter for their check, and dropped a few bills on the table. He also handed her a business card. "I'll be in town all week."

Laura extended her hand, "Bye, Tony."

After taking her extended hand, Tony didn't release it. He just tilted his head inquiringly.

Laura smiled. "Elle."

Laura was just leaving the bar when Bart came up to her. "Elle! You look positively ravishing."

Laura kissed his cheek. "You look great, too. So good to see you. Happy Birthday!"

"Look why don't we go to the party after a bit. I made a reservation in the Dining Room."

"Oh Bart, I was hoping the party was already in progress so I could start performing right away." She giggled. "I'm feeling a little horny."

Bart looked temporarily disappointed but smiled. Well, let's go up to the room. I guess I shouldn't want to wait to unwrap my birthday present."

Bart slipped his keycard in the lock and they entered the room.

Laura looked puzzled and asked, "Bart honey, where is everyone? I thought you said the party began at eight?"

Bart looked pleased with himself. "Well my friends had originally planned to take me to Scores in the City for my birthday, but after Bill's bachelor party I knew I'd rather be with you! You're my Birthday Date!"

Laura took Bart's hands and had him sit with her on the end of the bed. She looked in his eyes and stroked his cheek with the palm of her hand. "Oh Bart honey, I thought you knew! I'm sure I remember telling you.

I don't date, ever! I perform at parties and special functions for groups of guys, but I'm not a hooker! I know it may seem like a pretty subtle point to you but it's important to me. If I want to go out on a date, I see my boyfriend. If I want to earn my living I entertain guys, lots of guys."

She cast her eyes to the ceiling. "Oh honey, how do I explain to you the difference between a hooker and a whore? Or at least the way I see it? Okay, look, if I fuck a guy it's very personal. Two people sharing a special moment together, loving each other.

But when I walked into the room at Bill's bachelor party I was facing 14 strangers. I can't love 14 strangers! I was working, I was entertaining. I fucked a lot of guys and made quite a few intensely personal connections, but it was work, just work!

There are a lot of guys who don't really like women very much. Oh they like fucking them, but they could care less if they ever actually got to know them, and that's okay! But it always seemed to me that if a man liked women...if he really cared about women...then being with a hooker must be really confusing for him. Spending this intensely personal time with another person when you know that the rules say you're not supposed to care what happens to her after you get your rocks off. Does any of this make sense?"

"I'm not sure, but what do we do now?"

"Can't you call some friends and share your birthday present with them?"

"Oh, they've all made other plans, by now."

"Well let's think about this, honey." Laura was still holding his hands when an idea occurred to her.

"Bart honey I told you I never date. I promised myself that I'd never break that rule. I've also never made it with only two people, either, but technically that wouldn't be breaking the rules now would it?"

"But I just told you. I wouldn't know who to call!"

"I might!" Laura started rummaging around in her bag, removing Tony's card. "Now honey, when I was waiting around for you in the bar tonight, this guy tried to pick me up. I told him that I wasn't interested but he gave me his card anyway.

Would you consider sharing your birthday present with him?"

Bart grinned. "If it's going to help me get into your pussy I'll share you with King Kong!"

Laura laughed and picked up the hotel phone. "Mr. Maldonado's room, please." The phone kept ringing until it rolled over to the answering service. "No, no, no message thanks."

She dialed the cell number on the card. Tony picked up on the third ring. "Tony?...Elle...I know! Listen stud, I've got someone here who wants to talk to you." She handed the phone to Bart.

"Hello, my name is Bart Leacock and I'd like to ask a favor of you if I might...Well I sort of barely know her too! A friend of mine had a bachelor party at the Hilton..." Bart went of to explain his entire history with Laura. Pretty much everything up to that moment was laid bare. "...So because of her rules I don't get my birthday fuck unless I can find someone else to join us. I'll pay for everything, the room, Laura, drinks, whatever you want."

Bart listened on the phone for a minute or two and hung up.

Laura couldn't contain herself. "So what'd he say?"

Bart looked down at her. "He's not coming."

Laura's heart sank. She was surprised, she asked herself, "I wonder why? I was sure..." She almost didn't hear Bart when he added. "He wants us to come up to his suite. He's in 1204."

Laura blinked, "Say what?"

"You heard me. Wanna go?"

Laura did a reasonable imitation of Marilyn singing to JFK. "Happy Birthday to you...Happy Birthday to..." She unzipped his fly, grabbed his cock and started to lead him down the hall toward the elevators. As the elevator doors opened a man and his very young daughter were in the car. She looked to be around ten. Laura stood in front of Bart to conceal his hard on, but she didn't let go. "We're waiting for someone, we'll take the next car thanks."

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When they got to the twelfth floor they discovered the door to 1204 wide open. They went in.

Tony walked up to Bart and handed him a parcel in a bag from the hotel gift shop. He said, "Happy Birthday Bart! I guessed at your size but if it's not right the hotel will exchange it."

He looked at Laura as she walked past him. "Well isn't this interesting, Miss Itchy Cunt."

From the moment Tony had started talking to Bart, Laura was aware that this might be a big mistake. She had started to get really wet and she was sure that her panties were already stained. As she turned her upper body to answer Tony's crude greeting, she flashed back on how moist she had gotten in the bar and the fact that he had noticed. She simply said, "Hello to you, Mr. Maldonado."

Although Bart didn't know it, he had just been reduced to background noise. Laura was breaking her rule about not dating. She knew it, she could see in Tony's eyes that he knew it, and whether or not Bart would ever become aware of it was completely irrelevant.

She kept her back to the men as they were talking, pretending to look out the picture window. She remembered what Tony had said about her not pretending. She realized that she agreed, so she turned around to face them, leaning back with her shoulders against the cold glass. She opened the top button of her Marc Jacobs.




The New Laura Pt. 02



"So what's she costing you, kid?"

"A thousand plus tip, but I already told you I'd take care of it, Tony."

Tony put his arm on Bart's shoulders and patted him on the back. He reached into the breast pocket of that $10,000 suit and pulled out his wallet. "Bart, I insist. Let's call her my birthday present to you.

Why don't you play bartender and get the drinks started while I pay the whore. Make it scotch rocks for the two of us."

While the men were talking, Laura had continued to unbutton her suit jacket. She pushed her shoulders away from the window so the jacket could fall to the floor. She had worn new matching pink lingerie and although she thought the effect created by the push up bra on her already overly large tits made her look silly, she knew the effect it had on men. She could see the fire ignited in Bart's eyes as he stared transfixed at her. Tony's eyes revealed nothing and it annoyed her.

It was all about control. It was always about control and she fully intended to turn this tough guy into one of her disciples. Just as, she knew, he intended to dominate her. The great thing about this game was that if she succeeded, then she won. She still locked eyes with Tony knowing that if she failed, she still won! Her skirt fell to the floor and she began to walk toward Tony.

Tony walked up to the coffee table and dropped a pile of bills on it. Laura stepped out of her shoes, swung her legs over the sofa back, grabbed a throw pillow, and came to rest kneeling on the pillow atop the cash. She unzipped his fly and reached in for Tony's cock. As she began to run her tongue around the head of his member, Tony reached down and rubbed the wet spot on her panties. They were soaked and he brought his fingertips to his lips to wipe her on his tongue. Their eyes hadn't yet broken contact.

Laura was frustrated that her pussy had betrayed her. It had been like wearing a campaign button declaring "We Want Tony" on the front of her thong. She broke eye contact and set about properly lubricating his cock. Round One went to Tony.

Bart had already undressed. He came over to the coffee table and put the drinks on the marble top. He got behind Laura and pulled the thong to one side. Rubbing the head of his penis across her labia he realized how wet she already was, so he began to enter her.

Laura's concentration was momentarily broken when she felt Bart's entire cock bury itself into her in one stroke. She thought to herself, addressing her pussy, "Blabbermouth! Do you have to tell everyone how hot this guinea makes me?"

Laura had thought she was going to give Tony a blow job, but it wasn't working out that way. After a very few strokes he had grabbed her hair and was pretty much orchestrating the whole thing. He was fucking her face, pretty much masturbating into her mouth and throat instead of any velvet glove.

Actually that was okay with her since, much to her own surprise, her attention was focused on what Bart was doing to her. He had leaned forward, almost lying on her back, with one hand across her breasts and the other in her panties expertly rubbing her clit. He seemed to be timing it all so that she felt every thrust in her nipples, her clit, and her vagina simultaneously. She could feel herself on the verge of cumming and she remembered from past experience to guard against her normal bite response when experiencing an orgasm. No sense ruining Tony for the rest of the evening!

Wave after wave crashed over her while Brad, who seemed to be imitating the frickin' Energizer bunny kept pounding away at her pussy. Somehow this performance of Bart's emboldened Laura. She grabbed the base of Tony's cock with one hand, used the other to milk his testicles, and, ignoring Tony's hand in her hair, doubled the pace of her sucking. 

The change of pace was having its effect on Tony. Laura could hear little grunts escaping his lips and nostrils even though he tried to maintain his composure with clenched jaws.

Finally his resistance collapsed and, like a route horse in a long race, picked up his pace to match Laura's as he neared his finish line.

He exploded and Laura was swallowing as fast as she could, thinking, "Oh no little mister, you're not getting out of this mouth unless you're dead. You leave when I've slain you and drained the last of your blood!

Damn, though, I think they replaced your prostate with another bladder. You're still squirting pints!"

Round 2 went to Laura. 

Just as Tony's spent cock was sliding from Laura's lips she felt another wave building in herself. Bart was still pounding away, conducting his own personal orchestra of nipples, clit, vagina and cock. She wanted to turn and kiss him but she didn't want to interrupt the glorious rhythm.

Finally the waves crashed over both Laura and Bart together. Laura tried to keep count of the number of contractions she felt but finally concluded that these weren't multiple orgasms, this was the humongo grandmother of all orgasms. She was still cumming when she realized that Bart had fallen back on the sofa, exhausted. She rolled off the table onto the floor. Her labored heavy breathing was mixed with peals of laughter.

"Wow! I think...I read...I read somewhere that...that a crayfish orgasm lasts...lasts 20 hours. I...I think I..." Laura was still trying to catch her breath.

"If I ever decide...decide to go for the record..." Laura pointed at Bart. "You're my partner!"

Laura jumped to her feet and grabbed Tony by his hand, dragging him into one of the bedrooms. She was still laughing.

"And you, Mister...I want to fuck you...on a bed!" She pushed Tony backward and he fell back on the bed.

"And you're not going anywhere until I explode like that again!"

Laura got on the bed and started sucking Tony's cock back to life. In very short order he was up and hard. She swung her leg over his supine body, preparing to mount him, when she noticed she was still wearing her stockings, garter belt, bra and panties. She rolled on her back and pushed her thong down.

Tony was on her like a big cat attacking some poor gazelle. His knees spread her legs open and he grabbed the front of her bra, ripping it off her. He lubricated the head of his cock with Laura's cum which was still leaking from her and began pounding her like he had a score to settle.

Laura began cumming almost immediately. Whether it was a new orgasm generated by six strokes of Tony's cock or whether it was a continuation of Bart's performance she had no idea. She just knew she was losing control and swept up in every moment of it. She was totally aware that every thrust of his was draining her of...what? Was it cum or energy? 

She thought, "Probably both!" She didn't care; all she knew was that the crayfish better start looking over his shoulder because Laura was coming. Just as Elle was cumming!

Tony pulled his cock out of her and Laura couldn't decide whether she was upset or relieved! It turned out not to matter as Tony rolled her over and poked his cock's head into her ass. He thrust his entire length into her rather abruptly.

Laura screamed, but she wasn't sure whether it was pain or the new series of breakers washing upon her beach. She still felt unable to catch her breath; the cock thrusting in her ass seemed to occupy her entire focus. The tiniest twinge of doubt crept into her mind as to whether she could outlast Tony.

But like a seeing eye single with a man on third in the bottom of the ninth of a tied ballgame, the struggle was suddenly over. With a bellowing roar, Tony could control himself no longer and he exploded into Laura.

Tony rolled off Laura and lay flat on his back covered in perspiration. Laura didn't want to move. She lay face down on the spread, her ass still raised up as if awaiting the next entrant.

A small chuckle escaped Tony's lips as he shook his head. "Damn, bitch, you're really good!"

Laura's laugh was closer to a single snort. "The names's Elle, and fuck the crayfish, he can keep his record!"

Bart entered the room, and like a divine delivery man started passing out towels and frigid Heinekens. Laura tried to drink her beer without lifting her head from the comforter and wound up spilling as much as she drank.

Tony raised the bottle as a toast to Bart as he toweled himself off. Bart leaned up against the wall, sipping his Heineken with the third towel hanging from his very erect cock.

Laura noticed and groaned as she rolled over onto her back. "Nooo, this will never do! No erect penises allowed! Especially on the birthday boy! You have two choices: 

One, you can have that erection dispatched by a sticky, smelly, sweaty whore.

Or Two, I'll run, no, make that crawl, into the shower so you can get laid by a smiling, sweet smelling teenaged nympho. Your choice!"

Bart chugged the remainder of his beer. "How about door number three? That's the one where I pick you up, carry you into Tony's huge shower, and you get laid by both of us."

Laura rolled over and grabbed Tony's limp dick. "What d'ya think, sport? One more time?"

Tony snorted. "Any time, any place!"

Laura threw her arms in the air sending the beer bottle across the carpet as she squealed, "Then I pick Three!"

The next morning Bart took the elevator down to his room to retrieve his and Laura's clothes. Laura sat on a stool at the kitchen's island drinking her morning coffee. Tony came out dressed to face the world. Laura admired his hand stitched Italian shoes, thinking that they probably cost more than she had earned with her last two performances.

He looked at her and said, "You know, I see you sitting there naked and I feel a sense of normalcy exists in the world. You should always be naked and available."

"Impractical, that's why Bart went downstairs to get my clothes."

Tony went over to the coffee table and retrieved Laura's money. He dropped the bills on the counter, reached into his pocket and added an equal amount to the pile. "I've gotta go. Say goodbye to the kid and if you ever decide to trash your rule about not taking on a single as a client, give me a call, you're pretty good."

Laura thought, "Cocky bastard!" He had left, but she said to the closed door, "Baby, it's guys like you that're the reason I don't want to break my rule."

Laura was feeling cheap. It didn't matter that there was a couple of thousand on the counter, payment for one evenings work, she still felt like a trivial whore, part of the flotsam of life. She continued to feel badly until Bart came into the room. She could see in his eyes that it made him happy just to see her. She was equally sure that he would have worn the same expression had she been fully clothed, he was just glad to see her.

Laura jumped off the stool and ran to Bart. She forced the bags from his hands and they fell to the floor. She then jumped into his arms kissing him as deeply as the depth of pleasure his smile had brought her. She pressed her naked body against him and said, "Oh Bart, thank you! Thank you, thank you, and thank you for my potlatch!"

She showered twenty more rapid kisses all over Bart's face. He supported her by grabbing her naked butt and asked, "Potlatch, what's a potlatch?"

She tried to articulate her answer with her tongue in Bart's ear. "In the pacific northwest, particularly in British Columbia, a lot of the Indian tribes threw these parties called potlatches. They'd be thrown for almost any reason, like a birthday or a good harvest. The wealthiest people, to prove they were a big deal, would give away, rather than receive, the birthday presents. The more you gave away, the more power and influence you gathered.

This was your birthday celebration, and I hope I was a really great gift for you, because however much you enjoyed me, you've given me the biggest present of all, just by being you!

Do you have time for one more fuck, on the house?"

"Yeah but let's do it in my room downstairs. I don't want to be where Tony might interrupt us."

Laura kissed him again. "Crayfish man, you read my mind."