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Telescapade

By: meko



His name was Lennox, but I called him L. We met online in June of this year. We hit it off immediately. Truthfully, we didn't have a lot in common, but the things we shared felt good - temporarily. Now, when I think back on our short-lived (3 months) friendship - if it had a label - INSTANT YET TEMPORARY GRATIFICATION would be stamped on our hands or foreheads.

By the way, my name is Ruby. I have to tell this story for two reasons. First, it was crazy. Secondly, it was orgasmic. Very orgasmic. The rollercoaster dynamic to our conversations created in me mixed feelings of hurt and lust, pain and passion, and dread and desire. Odd, right? Same thing I thought while I went through it. Somehow or another, it all helped bring forth some of the most powerful orgasms I ever had without another person's hands touching me.

Let me give you an example of a typical rollercoaster

conversation between L and me. We lived in two different states. I

usually called him most of the time. Usually I called after midnight since I worked second shift hours at my current place of employment. 

One early Friday morning, it was around two a.m. Along with the soft moans and erotic intonations strategically peppered throughout our conversation, I would also bend his ear from time to time about the vicissitudes of my life - both past and present. He was an excellent listener; he managed to throw in some encouraging words to life my spirit when I needed it most, as well. This particular night in question was no exception. His phone rang. For some reason or another, after two months of talking on the phone to him, I still got nervous when I called him.

His voice a bit raspy from sleep, "Hello?"

"Hey," I responded in a dry, pissed off tone of voice.

"What's the matter?" 

"My mom.she has to say something to get on my nerves all the time. I get tired of her talking to me like I'm a kid, you know?" 

After two months, L became accustomed to my rants and raves about family members, co-workers, and friends that worked my last good nerves. This leg of the conversation was as instrumental to our friendship as the sensual part of it. "It's all right, girl. Mothers are like that some times. They feel they should be able to say whatever they want to, however, they want to," L responded in a soothing tone. His voice no longer raspy, but back to its usual deep sexiness with each syllable spanking my ass as if they were his hands. YES! His voice sounds that damn good!

I shook my head 'yes' and said it simultaneously as I adjusted my position on the bed from my side to my back. I always called him late night wearing nothing but a smile and full-figured, fine brown frame with my eight-inch cream-colored dildo in a plastic bag already cleaned next to my bed, either on the floor or in my desk drawer waiting to be used in my tight brown pussy, which hadn't been fucked right in a long while. I have to admit on some nights I called L with the intentions of fucking myself with the dildo, which I affectionately named Pepito, while listening to him jack off on the other end of the phone to the sexy moans and groans - oohs and aahs coming from deep within me into the whole atmosphere of my bedroom beyond any and all phone lines into his psyche helping him release his hot cum all over himself.

It became addictive after awhile. I really did love him as a friend. However, the other part wanted to fuck the shit out of him. His favorite sexual position was a modified doggy-style. He wanted me on my stomach, legs spread open just a little, and his hands on my shoulders while he pumped either my pussy or my ass. 

Oh yeah, L is an ass man in a major way. Before I met him I wasn't that turned on by anal sex or even the thought of a man's hardness penetrating my ass, nevertheless after talking to him -- I'm ready for someone who knows what he's doing to ride my ass. 

The typical night of phone bone between us was usually a mutual exchange of fantasy sharing, but on this night, I felt like describing one of my fantasies including him and a woman. Therefore, I began my story for him. He anticipated every word from my mouth as I took my time and deliberated over every single point of my fantasy.

We are in a hotel room. Nothing sloppy, very nice suite. I know you're looking forward to our first time together, but I decided to throw in something for you to add a little spice to it. I see you sitting on the edge of the huge bed completely naked waiting on me to come close to you. I stand in the doorway of the bathroom adjacent to the suite. I see you staring at me. My 180-pound medium brown-colored body-dripping wet from the shower I just took a few minutes before. You lick your lips as I walk towards you; you see drops of water falling from my hard nipples and running down my thick, soft thighs. You look down at my hairy pussy and start to touch my wetness. Your fingers gently part the lips as you play with my clit at the same time. I take a blindfold lying on the nightstand next to the bed covering your eyes with it. You don't try to fight me. You succumb to me. You submit to me. I know you want me to submit to you, but I don't just yet. Not yet, slow down. You can't finger fuck me yet. I didn't tell you to do that, did I?! Sit here and wait! I leave you by yourself on the bed with a blindfold over your eyes and my pussy juice lingering on your fingertips. You're uncertainty of the next few moments gets you even harder than you already are, yet you're still a little nervous because you've never been with me. You don't know what to expect. You hear me walking towards you. You feel my weight on the bed behind you. I am lying down between the legs of a beautiful sista who has agreed to please us both for the night. "Take off the blindfold and come to me." You comply without hesitation. You throw the blindfold across the room as your jaw drops when you see the two of us waiting for you. The surprising part of this entire situation is that she isn't into men physically, but she loves to watch and vocally participate. You smile as she fondles on my nipples, twisting and rubbing them. I lean up towards you, kiss you gently on the lips, and ask, "Do you want my ass?" You rub your face on my sweet lavender smelling neck, then up to my face, kiss me back ,and say, "Hell yeah, I want that ass, girl." The sista with us speaks up and tells me to, "Turn over, so he can get it." She lies on her stomach underneath me as I lie on my stomach underneath you. You remembered that I told you how I enjoy rubbing my wet pussy against the plump, juicy ass of a woman until I come all over her. I can smell the jasmine-scented perfume she's wearing as I lay my face against her back. I can feel your hands holding on to my shoulders as you've described to me so many times in your fantasies. Now, you're getting ready to live out what you've been wanting all this time. I can hear you lubricating your stiffness. You rub my ass with one hand just getting me and you even more aroused than we already are now. I feel you leaning into me. I moan in agony at first as I feel the large tip of your dick enter my ass. You slowly ease about four inches of your seven-inch manhood into me. You moan harder when you hear me groaning in both pain and pleasure. I hold on to my sexy sista lying underneath me and start grinding my pussy against her. She begins to moan. All of us sounding as if we're a group singing 3-part harmony. Suddenly, I stop grinding turning to you, "Wait a minute," then I look at her and say, "Turn over and open your legs." You wait until she adjusts herself to my liking, then you continue wearing my ass out. You trade a variety of strokes back and forth driving me totally out of my mind. For a little while, you pound the hell out of my ass. Instantly, you ease in and out of me with deep, slow strokes making sure I feel every single inch in me. I begin to eat sista's pussy. I'm licking on her clit, penetrating her pussy with my tongue, and fingering her at the same time. You're watching us as you pump me from behind. Your moans and yells, "Eat that pussy, girl! Damn! Give me that ass! Shit!" Suddenly, all of us come harder than we ever came before. My face buried in sista's pussy as she came, your hand on my pussy as I come, and your dick deep in my ass as you come. Our three bodies lift from

the bed in ecstasy, and then drop to the bed in exhaustion. 

Next thing I know we're both announcing the arrival of our orgasms while on the phone. He breathes so deeply and rhythmically that it helps my pussy throb even harder as I come to the sounds of his voice. I wished I could be there to swallow all of his come. "Are you all right, Ruby? Damn, I don't know what else to say. You always leave me speechless, girl."

I smiled on my end of the phone and respond, "I'm okay. I'm glad I made you feel good. Thanks." I could feel his smile knowing he could feel mine, as well. Both of us out of breath and physically drained, we tried to continue a "regular" conversation. Yet, we ended the call to comply with our bodies' plea for sleep. 

Now, do you see why I had to tell this story? It makes my pussy throb every time the phone rings. 

THE END