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By the time the phone on the night stand starts to ring I'm already balancing on the edge of orgasm for the fifth time. My girlfriend gave me implicit instructions that I was to fantasise and masturbate as much as I wished, so long as I didn't cum. My lube-smeared fingers fumble the phone from its cradle and pull it to my ear, my hand trembling as I hear her smooth, satisfied voice.
"Heeeyyy baby~" She coos, a long exhalation that makes the hair stand up on the back of my neck. It's getting real late now, so I know they've already had sex. My girlfriend and the boy she's been sending nudes to all week. I turn to look at the bright red digits of the alarm clock to my side. Already past midnight, she'll be getting ready to come home soon. "How're you holding up back there?"
I try to gulp down the phone to stall, but my throat's so dry I just end up choking a little bit. My dick's drooling in my fist, pre-cum almost free flowing into the fur of my thumb and wrist. "Y-yeah.. Doing great, Koppa. I'm on my fifth edge, it feels great." I'm ready to burst, all she has to do is give the word.
"Ha! Jeez, you're pacing yourself tonight." She chuckles, her voice sickly sweet. It serves to make her playfully bitter words easier to drink down. "Listen, I want you to wait for me to get back before you blow it all, okay?" I respond immediately, her word's law, and she gets to pick when, where and how I cum these days. I don't mind, in fact I find it an absolute thrill for my sexually-charged bunny babe to control such a natural part of me; my orgasms. "I want you tonguing it out of me, moaning like a slut before you splatter your tum'."
"Y-yeah. S-sure, anything you say." I whimper, having to let go of my dick before the mere warmth of my fist sets it spilling, her demands demeaned me, each word like a long, sensual lick from furry balls along my tensing, throbbing dick. I watch the head bead with a huge wad of pre-cum, which dribbles into my pubic fuzz. "He's not.. There, right? Not listening?"
"Oh, no. Matty's gone to grab some drinks for us while he takes a break, thought I should call and check up on ya'." My heart starts to race, they were just taking a break? She was meant to be back in half an hour, then I could indulge in my filthiest, guiltiest pleasure.
"Wh-what? But, you're coming back tonight right?"
"Oh man, you know I'd love to Joshy." Ugh, Joshy. She always calls me that when she's determined to win. It makes me feel small, helpless. I suppose I'm both of those things though. "But we're barely half-way done. He reckons he's got another two in him, so long as he can chill with a beer first." Her voice changes, from that sultry post-orgasm drawl to a playful little purr, I can see the stupid, lovable grin on her face now. "Maybe you can listen to me suck him hard again while you edge for the sixth time?" Six? I was finding it hard to come down from fifth's high! "Twice as big as you. You've seen the pictures." I had. His penis was a beautiful, veiny staff of horsecock; subtle flare, pink and brown mottle, fat medial ring, testicles like a velvet pouch packed out with a pair of juicy lemons. "I can barely fit my mouth around it, I just end up drooling and slurping. I bet it'd sound great."
I want to plead, the words are on the tip of my tongue. All I had to do is tell her it was too much, that I loved her and needed her home. She'd coo down the phone, reciprocate my feelings and make her apologies to the equine stud. I don't though, because this sweet denial, the torture is what has me so painfully erect, and I want it to last all night. I want to wake up with aching blue balls tomorrow morning to her coming through the door, still reeking of sex with another man. I want to smell his sweat on her back from when they did it doggy-style, and the rich aroma of his seed smeared along her thighs. I want her to stroke the insides of my ears as I clean her with my tongue, knelt at the foot of the bed, and listen to every sordid detail. Life with that girl is bliss for a boy like me. I know Matthew's balls are going to be aching later too, but instead with how impossibly empty and drained they'll be.
"You're staying over?" I reiterate, she never did answer.
"I'm sleeping with Matt overnight, Joshy." She sings back softly, her voice musical and ringing in my ears. My stomach flips and my cock lurches, but I'm only fast enough to pinch the base after a single pearly bead of semen rolls from the glistening hole pointing right at my face. I hold my breath and hold my dick, stunting the relief I sought, eyeing the ruined cumshot as it clung to my thick white pubes. I don't say anything for a long while, and there's silence from her end too. She likes to hear me squirm, my breath ragged down the phone. There's motion from her end, and I listen to her sweetly whisper "I love you." The phone clatters as she pushes it on to the lamp stand next to Matt's double bed.
"I love you too." I say quietly, straining to hear the male half of the distant conversation down the phone. There's a deep, bassy rumble of approval down the line, and then I hear the hot, wet slurps of Koppa's tongue winding along his dick, getting it hard again. Pffscht. There's the cap from his beer bottle levered free.
Easy now, Josh. Just gotta let it cool down a little before starting on number six.
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