Sex and the Squirting Dwarf

Chapter 2

I met her a few months ago. We fucked a few times. No sleepovers. I was very strict with this rule. She did not mind. Her work kept her busy for the largest part of the week. She shared an apartment with three other girls. It was free of cost, provided by her employer. The distance from her place to mine was quite long so we could not meet often.

One day after we had finished having sex she came up with a story that she had just been fired from her job and had nowhere to stay. She said that she would be out of the way in a week or so. In one of those rare cases of generosity, I told her she could stay.

She slept in the bedroom and I slept on the living room sofa. We sometimes fucked in the shower. One day she asked me if I wanted to marry her. I kindly refused her offer. A couple of days later she said no when I tried to fuck her in the shower. She said that sex without true love was not worth anything. My only reaction was to shrug my shoulders and exit the room.

Every night I would watch films late at night and fall asleep in from of the television. I occasionally slept at another woman's place. I would come back only to find the dwarf in the living room scribbling on a notebook. She said she was going to write a novel. I wished her good luck and many international literary prizes.

Sometimes when I was in a good mood, we would talk about books and films. She was not the most informed person I had met but she was eager to learn from those around her. It was a win-win situation for both parties. You gave her your knowledge and experience. She gave you her vaginal fluids.

What worried me was that she did not attempt to search for a new job. One month later, she was still in my apartment. One day I returned from my classes only to find her fucking someone on my bed. This was the opportunity I was seeking. I threw them both out of the apartment.

A few days later, she sent a message telling me she would come over to get her stuff. I ignored her and after a while forgot about it. I had forgotten she had a key. Only when I heard the sound coming from the door did I remember ever giving it to her. My next thought was about how devious a little bitch she was. I hated her for squirting all over the damn apartment. It was impossible for her to fuck without unleashing a geyser of warm water from between her wet puffy pussy and now she was ready to storm into the apartment.

What came out of her pussy with such high pressure was not urine. It was more like warm water, odorless and colorless. It represented a hidden function of the female body that had yet to be scientifically defined. We humans know everything about piss, cum, and shit, because we know very well the body functions associated with them but what to make of something that comes out of a wet vagina with the pressure of a garden hose and bears a striking resemblance to ordinary water? The lack of smell makes it all more unfamiliar and impossible to categorize. Was it a sign of a more refined type of being? How could it be? She was only a dwarf. A half-woman. I had not done much research into the bodily functions of short people but I remember stories I used to hear about the neighborhood dwarf when I was a kid. That his penis was so long he had to tie it with a rubber band around his thigh.

Was this nature's way of compensating those who were disadvantaged? Giving a heightened sense of sexuality to those with shorter bodies. A distorted anatomy could possibly create new bodily functions.

I had to admit it. Every time she did that squirting thing, it was like witnessing the mystery of creation. You could see God in her eyes the moment her pussy exploded like a bottle of champagne.

Problem was, every time the tidal wave came I was never paying any attention to her face.