1 comments/ 26709 views/ 1 favorites Phoned By: sr71plt I should never have been flip when Vincent asked me about that photo of Phil and me I kept on the shelf in my cubicle at work. I didn't really want to talk about Phil. We'd been roommates at the university. He'd been the star athlete and I'd been the quiet, studious geek. Still, we'd gotten along real well. Night and day we were called at school. But I'd had no trouble with his color and he'd never expressed having trouble with mine. He'd been destined for the NFL, and I'd been teased I'd have made my first million off of some dot-com enterprise before I was twenty-five. It hadn't happened that way—for either of us. The dot-com revolution collapsed before I could grab my brass ring, and the best I could do was doing "pretty good" as a stockbroker. Phil decided that a tour in Iraq would toughen him for professional football. But all it did was kill him. That's why I had a picture sitting on the shelf in my work cubicle of the two of us, half looped at a frat party, arms draped around each other, and silly grins on our faces. Sort of a shrine to not taking life for granted, for going with the moment, in case there are no more moments. But when Vincent, the broker in the cubicle next to me, asked, I was flip. I said the other guy in the photo was my boyfriend. I have no satisfactory idea why I said that. I think mainly it was because Vincent was so crude at the office, always cracking dirty jokes and making with the sexual innuendo—and I didn't want an intrusion like that in the tragedy I saw in my link to Phil. I just wanted to shock Vincent and make him stop asking about the photo. And especially, maybe I told him that because I had a hard time looking at Vincent and not seeing Phil. Vincent was a real good looker, just like Phil had been. He said he was Jamaican. And maybe he was. He had a build just like Phil's, and he was always flashing a winsome smile and was so self-assured, just like Phil had been. All the women in the office ate him up despite what any one of them could claim was sexual harassment, if they'd wanted to—if someone not as hunky as him was doing it, maybe. But I also might have blurted it out with half-way wishful thinking. There had never been anything real between Phil and me, but I'll have to admit that he aroused me and I'd had a crush on him that I never got up the courage to fully acknowledge to myself, let alone to Phil. And now that would never happen. Any possible moment of it happening was gone for good. From the moment I'd blurted that flippant response out, though, Vincent had turned his innuendo onto me—asking me if I liked him, pointing out that Phil was black too. Asking me if I was especially attracted to black men. And, in time, asking me if Phil and I were still doing it, and, if so, which one of us topped. Always whispered and in passing, at first covered so that I couldn't tell if he was just joking, trying to get a rise out of me. Maybe baiting me for an office joke. But it continued, and when he moved on to touching me when and as and where he could do it when no one was looking, I knew he wasn't joking. He suggested we go for a drink after work, he complimented me on my clothes, and then on my physique. He even started dropping notes on my desk, asking me to meet him in the men's room, the notes becoming increasingly more explicit. Saying we should compare cocks. Saying he was built especially long and thick. Asking me what Phil was swinging. I don't know if I could have stopped it. I just know I didn't try. I tried to hold back, but it was arousing. I'd never had attention like this before. I could have just told him exactly who Phil was and why that photo was on my cubicle shelf. But I didn't. He got my home phone number somehow and he began calling me—almost always at about the same time in the evening, so I'd know it was him. One phone call after another, progressively more suggestive, more demanding. "Hey, Jeff, I'm bored. Let's go play some pool." "Hey, guy, it's me. What'yer doing. Want to do it together?" "Thinkin' about you, Jeff. What are you wearing right now? Know what I'm wearing? Nothing." "Hey, guy. I'm all alone and lonely. I've got something for you. It's long and thick and hard, and it wants you." A phone call entirely of heavy breathing and the whispering of my name. "You have it out, don't you? You are stroking it, aren't you." And, of course, I was. ". . . A big black, hard cock churning around in your tight white ass . . ." It had been weeks. Almost every night. A phone call almost every night at just about the same time. I could have changed numbers, gotten an unlisted one. I could have arranged to be out three evenings in a row and see it if stopped. I didn't. I started clearing everything away so that I could sit by the phone. Waiting for the call. Being disgusted when it came. But disgusted with myself, not with the call. Being frustrated when there was no call that night. Wearing less and less as the calls progressed. Something loose; something that didn't hinder access. A Saturday night. Just about that time. Me, sitting by the phone. Naked. It rang. "Something special tonight, Jeff. I have Manuel here. Say something, Manuel." A groan in the background behind Vincent's smooth, velvety, baritone voice. "Manuel's nice, Jeff. I met Manuel at the gym. He's cut and oh so nice." Moaning in the background and a distant voice, "Gawd, Vinny. Oh Gawd. Ahhh." "You and Mani have something in common, Jeff. You know what that is, Jeff?" "No," I whispered down the line. I had rarely responded previously, not after my initial attempts to tell him to stop got nowhere. But I was mesmerized. I already had my hand wrapped around my cock and was stroking. This was way beyond any of the previous calls. "Mani loves black cock, Jeff. Just like you do. I'm fucking Mani now, Jeff. And he loves it. Listen to Mani, Jeff." The other voice no longer distant. Heavy panting and groaning, "Oh, fuck, Vinny. Oh gawd. Yes, like that. Harder, deeper. Oh Fuccckkkkk." The phone back to Vincent. "Mani can't stay, Jeff, and I'm still horny. In fact I'm even more horny now. It's time, Jeff; it's time for you to come for your big, black cock. You know where I live." The phone clicked off. I was stroking, but not anywhere near completion. This was too much. I let out a long sob. I knew where this was going. I certainly wasn't fooled. I put on just a loose T and baggy gym shorts. Something had to give here, though. Either it was all a big joke and I'd be the laughing stock of the guys at the office Monday morning, or something would explode. But one way or the other, something was going to happen. I stood at Vincent's door and knocked. The door opened to a room that was dark except for strobing lights in blue and red and a blast of sound. Some sort of primeval recording resounding around the room; heavy breathing and panting and moans and groans, evoking high heat and lust. Directly across from the door, hung on the far wall, a giant flat-screen TV, screaming out the image of muscle guys fucking. Between the door and the TV some sort of black vinyl cube, not really a chair, not really anything but a waist-high black vinyl cube. An overwhelming cacophony of sound and sensations of high heat and lust. No time to think, the images and sounds pushing all reason out of my mind, making my heart pound. And out of the darkness, a big, black, naked Vincent pulled me into the room, and the door closed behind me as if on a spring. Bulging, shiny muscles. Gorgeous musculature. Everything that was boasted of, promised, swinging between his muscular thighs below and full chest V-ing down to a tiny waist overlaid with a hard slab of belly muscle. The spitting image of Phil in all his athletic glory. Vincent pulled my T-shirt up and off my torso and, while my arms were lifted for that, another set of arms, behind me, caught me in a full Nelson, trapping my arms above my head. I flinched and squirmed, trying to pull free. "Just relax, Jeff," Vincent said in a low, hoarse voice. "It's just Manuel. He decided to stay. Don't fight it. You came to be fucked. You decided. Let's all just enjoy it." Before I could respond, Vincent had leaned in close and had taken my mouth with his big, thick lips, pushing my lips apart and inserting his tongue. Taking my breath away. The moaning sounds of lust reverberating around me. The flashing lights, the swirling images on the far wall of men fucking. Vincent's hands were on my hips, insinuating themselves under the waistband of my shorts, hot palms on my hips. Manuel was holding me close from behind. And I knew he was naked too, I could feel the heat of a cock pushing up my lower back, the heavy pectorals against my shoulder blades. His lips and teeth buried in one of my arm pits, licking and nipping and licking. Vincent slowly kissed and nipped his way down my chest and belly, and he nibbled in my thatch as he slowly pulled the shorts down until my cock popped out—and into his mouth. In one movement, he stripped off my shorts. I was overwhelmed with sensations as never before. I had no idea that cock sucking could arouse me this way. Manuel pushed his hardening cock down to between my butt cheeks and I writhed and whimpered. Both wanting it all and being scared shitless at what was happening to me. The sounds and lights and the sudden sexual stimulation was overpowering. There were three men fucking on the TV. A black and a white and a Hispanic, the black and Hispanic sandwiching the white. This couldn't be some coincidence. I nearly fainted when I realized that this was no professional movie. The black on the screen was Vincent, there was no doubt. And if the Hispanic was Manuel, he was every inch the hunk that Vincent said he was. It was all just too much too fast for me. I came in a fountain of semen across Vincent's face. He merely laughed and went down deep on me, sucking me dry. Manuel had forced my head to turn with pressure from his enslaving bicep and his mouth was now attacking mine, possessing me fully. Big brown eyes, what I could see of the face was chiseled and handsome. Straight, silky dark hair of at least shoulder length. The pressure of his cock between my legs had forced me into a wide stance, and he was dry fucking me rapidly across my perineum, pushing my ball sac and the root of my cock up. Vincent was sucking my balls into his mouth and rolling them around against his inner cheeks. The sounds of the moaning and groaning from the stereo system were becoming more stereo like. Or so I thought, until I realized that it was me who was adding to the moaning and groaning. Vincent moved from in front of me and Manuel frog marched me forward—onto the vinyl cube. I was pushed over onto the cube on my belly, and Manuel released my arms from the full Nelson. But as quick as he did that, Vincent was grabbing my wrists and tying them off on plush-lined leather restraints at each side of the cube. On the screen, the white guy was bent over the arm of a sofa. The black guy was on the sofa cushions on his knees and was stuffing his cock into the white guy's mouth. The Hispanic was hunched over the white guy from behind and plowing his ass vigorously. But that had barely registered with me when my view was blocked by a close up-and-personal of a mammoth black cock, which was forcing itself between my lips. Vincent took my head between his hands and was guiding me on giving his cock a tour of my mouth cavity and the back of my throat. Manuel was restraining my legs in a wide stance at the base of the back side of the cube, and then I felt the wet roughness of his tongue on the rim of my ass. He was squeezing and lightly slapping my ass cheeks and pulling them apart with his fists and seeing how far, first, his tongue, and eventually, his lubed fingers could get inside my ass. I was gurgling and sobbing and whimpering at what both of them were doing to me. I was overwhelmed with the surprise and the threat of it. But I also was steeped in the arousal and lust of it all. I tensed and lifted up as much as the restraints on the cube would allow as Manuel started working his cock inside me. He was murmuring to me, though, advising me to relax and go with the fuck, that I'd enjoy it. When I was able to relax, after Vincent had pulled his cock out of my mouth, I found that it was at least somewhat closer to enjoyment than to intense pain. Manuel was stroking faster and faster and getting noisier and noisier about his enjoyment of my ass canal. Vincent left, leaving me to watch the white guy on the TV get just about the same thing I was receiving—which, I have to admit, I found to be quite hot. As Manuel was in the last throes of his fucking, however, Vincent came back into my vision. He stood there, purposely in front of me, giving me that "I got you" smile of his, letting me watch as he split open a condom packet and rolled the transparent film onto his tool. It didn't roll back much more than half onto his cock and it was straining at the thickness of him. "Manuel's real nice, Jeff," he murmured to me. "But, you know, he's no horse like I am. He fucks, but he doesn't FUCK, If you know what I mean. Is your Phil a stud like me, Jeff? Have you had nine thick inches before? Do you know that I fucked a guy for forty-five minutes once?" I heard Manuel cry out and felt his condom bubble out inside me, and he bent over and kissed me on the shoulder blade and mumbled something about a nice, tight ride. And then Vincent disappeared from view, and I felt Manuel sliding out of me. And I watched the Vincent of the TV video slowly working his cock into the white guy bent over the sofa arm. And I saw the white guy on the TV open his mouth wide and yowl to the ceiling, all of his muscles and veins straining hard at the invasion. And I felt the heaviness and thickness of Vincent's cock head at my entrance, and I opened my mouth wide and yowled to the ceiling, all of my muscles and veins straining hard at the invasion, as a far superior club to Manuel's started its digging into me. The moaning and groaning of the sound system changed to cries of overstretched taking and groans and heavy panting, begging for release, begging for deeper, faster taking. All of which was matched from the TV screen and the vinyl cube. At length, at great length, I both sensed and heard Vincent tense and give up the rhythmic plowing and a burst of release. I felt him relax down on my back, covering me close, his chest expanding and contracting close against my back, and his hands running down the length of my restrained arms. He kissed me at the nape of my neck and whispered, "You done good, Jeff. That was worth the investment." My whimpers subsided into sighs, just as what seemed to be happening on the screen flickering in front of me. I'd done it. I'd thought about doing it. I'd worried about doing it. I had fantasized about it—nothing like this, of course—but about doing it. And I let it possess me and control me. But now it was done. I felt slight embarrassment and triumph. Which was disconcerting. I should feel anger. But I didn't. I sighed, in almost contentment under Vincent's trembling, sheltering body. I sensed a change in the air; a new sound. The ring of a telephone cut through the other sounds still circling around the room. I heard Manuel answer it. "Yeah. That's right. OK." Then he came into view in front of me—and I saw for the first time what a hunk he really was. "That's the other guys. They're on their way up from the lobby." The OTHER guys?! Phoner Last night I had an intense sexual episode with my boyfriend even though he's many miles away, but he doesn't know it also involved another man. I'm working a long way from home and I've been here for over two months. I talk to my boyfriend back home every day, but sometimes that only makes me more horny. Here, a whole group of us are living collectively and there are cute guys everywhere. They are doing a lot of the physical labor, and it's warm, so at night they often have their shirts off. Some of them hit on me; often I feel their eyes on me. I don't think I'm anything special but I'm tall and slender and I know I have a nice figure. They especially seem to notice me when I wear tank tops and tight jeans, but you know guys-- they are always looking. One problem is we share just one shower here, so I often see them coming and going wrapped in a towel. I try not to look, but when I was passing by a tent recently when a really cute guy had just got back from his shower. He dropped his towel and was standing sideways to me inside his tent. I don't know if he saw me look or not, and I quickly glanced away, but his little round ass and large limp dick definitely made an impression on me. I'd kind of like that to happen again sometime. I like men's bodies, and especially I like their penises. It is fun to touch them and make them get hard, and even more fun to suck them and give them hand jobs. Lately I've been fantasizing about that. Having a whole group of these guys line up at my tent and working them off one by one. It gets me off, as I lie in my tent alone night after night, touching myself. Although I consider myself officially "closed for business" I have to admit these close quarters are getting to me. I smell the men, they brush past me, or touch me, they joke or flirt with me. I do my best to stay aloof but sometimes I find my eyes following them as they walk away, or even at the front of their pants, too. I'm no angel, and a girl gets horny in a place like this. My boyfriend is older and he knows all about this kind of stuff. He had affairs when he traveled before he met me, and he's told me about them. One time, overseas, he banged his translator night after night. She screamed loudly during sex, he said, so everyone else in their party knew what was up. (The hotel walls were like paper, he said.) Another time, he had sex with a stranger after meeting her on a beach. I don't mind his stories, because they were well before my time with him, and I know he stays true to me, or at least I'm pretty sure he does. But they do contribute to my tendency to daydream and imagine similar things that might happen to me. So, back to last night. Being as we have to be apart so long, my boyfriend has started complaining that he is horny and wants to have some sort of sex with me. Yesterday he said he might start writing erotic stories, as one form of outlet for his frustration. I got intrigued and asked to see them. With all of this on my mind, once night rolled around, I felt really restless. As I came back from my shower, I noticed several guys eying me, and I realized my skimpy T-shirt and boxer shorts didn't really offer much in the way of my normal modesty. Somebody whistled, I blushed, but kept going to my tent. I knew they could see my taut nipples pushing against the damp T-shirt, and that my long legs were still damp also, so probably my buttocks were pretty clearly outlined for their view as well. My towel was wrapped around my wet hair. At my tent, I altered my normal habits a bit. This time I left the door ajar – usually I zip it up tight. Then I started drying my hair, listening carefully to gauge whether anyone might be walking nearby. I should describe the scene here a bit. The tents are arranged around a large area in a semi-circle, very close together. There are barriers and walls and various obstructions, so you actually have a bit of privacy – you can only see a few of the tents at a time. As I was drying my hair I heard steps outside. Not daring to look, I just kept drying. They stopped and I sensed that someone might be looking in at me. I don't know why, but I suddenly felt very excited at this thought. I was shaking a bit. I felt myself doing something that shocks me now. I stripped my T-shirt right over my head, and turned my body sideways, shaking my breasts free. I didn't know whether my silent watcher could see them clearly or not, but I pretended to be drying them very carefully, first one tit then the other. I really was getting excited by my display. But then I could hear some other people approaching and I think whoever had been watching me probably slipped away. I turned into a corner of my tent while a couple passed, then stepped back into the middle and waited. I felt I could hear my heart beating and my mouth felt dry. I didn't really hear anything but I could sense he was back, my secret watcher. Out of the corner of my eye, I sort of saw him or his shadow but I didn't want to know who he was, that might wreck it. I felt my fingers slip into the elastic of my boxers and start to pull them down. I turned away from him and slipped them down over my hips. I let them fall to the floor of the tent and just stood there, fidgeting with my hair. Now he could see my naked bottom, one of my best features, according to my boyfriend, and I know it is pretty cute. I imagined what this display must be like for this unknown man, one of my colleagues, but which one? Next I faced a dilemma. I solved it by turning around and walking across my small tent. Really, it was three steps, but it was enough for him to see my shaven pussy and my whole front. I have nice legs and nice breasts and I know I look great from this angle, too. As I felt his eyes still on me, I bent over to pick up my PJs. After all, I had to pretend I didn't know he was there, so I had to keep acting like everything was normal, even though what I really wanted to do was to start stroking my hot, swollen pussy lips, since they were already dripping with excitement. The idea that a strange man, or maybe a familiar man, I didn't know which, was watching me naked really was turning me on. I fiddled with my PJs, before pulling them on. I decided this couldn't keep going, because sooner or later more people would come by and my watcher would get caught – not the outcome I wanted. I have to say here I had no desire to get fucked by this man, whoever he was, none at all. I just wanted him to see me, desire me, and get turned on by me. Then I wanted to work myself off in another way. So, once I was dressed, and I sensed that he had moved away somewhere, I zipped up my tent and lay down on my bed. I thought I heard the zipper of the tent next to me soon afterward and I couldn't help wondering whether my witness was my neighbor as well. Who knows. I had my computer in my tent, and since there is wireless in here, I emailed my man to say good-night. He told me he was working on an erotic story that very night. I was so worked up I asked him to send it to me, so he did. It was about a couple having phone sex. I demanded that we do it ourselves, this very night. I think I caught him off-guard. But he readily agreed. In fact, he was having a dinner party back home, but he excused himself from his guests, and went downstairs in the backyard to call me. I already had my cellphone on "vibrate" and it was between my legs, against my pussy. I was extremely hot, as you can imagine. I love it when my boyfriend touches me and he often speaks to me in a low voice while he is doing it, asking me what I like and how it makes me feel. On this night, given what I had just been through, I was sopping and ready to try and get to orgasm over the phone. When the phone started vibrated I almost jumped off my bed. I grabbed it and whispered, "hello," and then he started talking. "Pull up your shirt." I did as I was told. "Touch your breasts. Feel my hands on them, cup them, stroke them, feel them every way. Twist your nipples, pinch them, now draw your palms every so slowly over them, baby." All of this sounded so sexy I was twisting around and, I am afraid, moaning out loud a bit, even though my neighbor was close by and I tried to keep quiet. My boyfriend didn't know how badly I had been behaving, so he had no idea why I was suddenly in such a horny mood. Next he told me to lift up my bottom and slide down my PJ pants. I did as he instructed. Of course the night air felt wonderful again on my naked body, which was by now coated in a layer of sweat. As I obeyed him, I heard a rustling from the tent next door. He kept talking in a low voice. "You look so beautiful, baby, you look so delicious. Now spread your legs wide (I did so) and imagine me looking at your pink pussy, all wet and open and waiting for me to enter you. I want to kiss you and suck you. Imagine my lips, my tongue..." By now, I was really rubbing myself and making all kind of noise. I whispered responses to his every question or command, but I could hear someone breathing next door and it scared me. It also excited me big-time. He kept talking, I kept rubbing, and we went on and on. Finally he told me it was okay to moan out loud and I did. I just gave in to the excitement. I came soon afterward. I told him we better hang up, so he did, and then I lay there quietly, trying to recover some dignity and sense of composure after what had just happened. I've never done anything like this before and truthfully it embarrasses me a lot. The biggest problem is that the rustling in the next tent didn't stop for a while. I could be wrong but it sounded like a man rubbing himself and then I heard some grunting, probably as he came. I imagined it was my secret watcher (I really don't know) and I also imagined his sweet cum spraying all over his stomach and legs, and this immediately provoked another wave of tightening deep inside my pussy. The next morning I kept my head down and returned to my daily tasks. I still don't know who watched me. I don't even know for sure who my neighbor is. It probably sounds strange but the situation here is somewhat chaotic, and I try to keep to myself. In my dreams each night I see that lovely man naked as I glimpsed him in his tent, and I see myself naked in my secret watcher's eyes. I imagine my boyfriend touching me. I think I am being driven crazy by lust. Who knows what will happen next. Shall I write more? Phonesex "Hello, Simon Watts speaking." "Good evening lover." "Hi Sarah! Why on Earth are you calling me now? Is something the matter?" "No, not really. I was a bit bored though." "So you decided to call me to relieve your boredom, I suppose." "Actually, no. That's a nice idea, but it isn't why I am calling you." "Well, why are you calling then? I am a bit busy you know." "If you'll give me a minute I'll tell you. I popped out to the video shop and rented a DVD. And now I'm just sitting here watching the film I hired. I wish you were able to be here to watch it with me." "Good film, then?" "Exciting anyway. I'd like to be doing to you what that woman's doing to her man right now!" "Oh, I see. That sort of film eh? So, what's she doing?" "Sorry, I'm not going to give you a running commentary. Besides, you are supposed to be working aren't you?" "That's true I suppose I ..." "But, if you were here watching the film with me, I'd be able to rub your cock through your trousers and then undo your fly and dip my hand inside your trousers and hold your cock and balls as we sat together until you were nice and hard." "That sounds good. Mind you I wouldn't be able to just sit there, you know." "Tell me what you'd do." "Well, I'd work my hands under your top, so I could caress your body and then I'd slip your tits free from your bra so I could fondle and squeeze them. I'd rub your nipples for you and pinch them gently. Finally I'd lift your top up so I could suck your boobs and nibble your nipples." "Mmmm! I wish you were. I'd just have to slip your trousers down and take your cock into my mouth so's I could suck it and lick it all over after you'd done that." "Well, you've got me hard anyway and having it in your mouth sure is nice. Would you do that until I'd cum, or just as a warm-up?" "Hadn't thought about that. If I said a warm-up what would you do after?" "That's easy! I'd slip between your open legs and lift your skirt out of the way. Next I'd nuzzle and lick your pussy through your panties. Then, when you were nice and wet ..." "Ten seconds then!" "... I'd take your panties down so I could eat you properly. You know how I love your taste. I'd want to do that until you came all over my face." "Oh, yes please! That's so nice, I'm touching my pussy as you speak. I'm pretending it's you doing all that to me. Mmmmm. Now I'll get you to sit back on the sofa beside me and I'll ease your beautiful, hard cock into my aching wet pussy, stopping when the tip is just inside. I'm going to hold your cock in my hand so I can move up and down on you so you enter and re-enter me." "Oh boy! That would be amazing. You know how I like the feeling as my cock parts your lips to slip into you!" "Steady on, There's more!" "Well?" "I'd then sit right down on you, so your cock fills my cunt and your balls are squashed against my ass. ..." "And?" "Hmmmm. ... I was just enjoying the feeling of you inside me, filling me. But since you ask; I'd gently rock to and fro so that you work even deeper inside me and my clitty is rubbing against you, I'd lower myself further so my tits rub on your chest and you can suck them for me. I'll come again that way. Now, do you want me to keep this up 'til you come too, or what?" "Keep going! Sounds good to me! You do know I'm working this evening? Or trying to at any rate." "Oh, I haven't disturbed your work have I?" "You could say that. I don't think I'll be able to concentrate on work any more this evening. I want to put 'theory into practice' too much! I'm feeling as horny as hell and I really want to fuck you now!" "Good, I want you fucking me now. You've got 20 seconds to get here." "Only 20 seconds?" "Surely you can make it from the study to the lounge in that time, dear, at least if you run!" Phonesex & More I met Sarah in Portland Chat—big surprise there—in late winter 1999. The Internet is the easiest way to meet people. "Does anyone want to talk on the phone?" she asked the room. Bored and a little lonely, I Instant Messaged her. We began chatting. She emailed me her picture. She was chubby and cute. I gave her my phone number, and five minutes later we were talking away. "Hi, Rod. How are you?" "I'm great. How are you?" "I'm good. What are you doing?" "Oh, I'm playing with myself." Silence. I laughed. "Haha! Just kidding! I'm sitting here at my computer playing solitaire." Sarah laughed along with me, a good sign. I take risks with humor. Some people get it; some don't. Fortunately, Sarah got it. We talked more, going into greater detail about our lives, what we wanted, where we were going. Our respective love lives became a subject of conversation. We were quickly becoming more intimate. I imagined making love to her, a pleasant daydream. For the hell of it I asked if she had ever been in a threesome. Sarah answered yes, she and hubby had gone camping with a friend of theirs and screed their brains out. Sarah recalled the details fondly. Naturally, I began to envision myself in a threesome with her and hubby, him plugging away at one end, me at the other. What the hell. In my own charming way, I steered the conversation to what if Sarah and I were to make love? That subject excited her. Hell, it excited me. She was a horndog too. Her breathing grew fast as I told her all the naughty things I would do to her, until she was gasping into the phone. Then she went into great detail as to how she would please me, evoking a hot little fantasy in my mind's eye. I stroked myself while she described doing all manner of delightful things to my phallus. I saw, I conquered, I came. It was crazy. Call it phone sex. I did. On a what-the-hell whim, a few weeks into our acquaintance, I asked Sarah if I could listen in on her and hubby's lovemaking. He knew 1) we were friendly, and 2) we were having phonesex. I was an OK guy in his book because I was a friend to his wife. Sarah called me later on that evening. "How are you, Rod? "Great. How are you?" I was electrified with anticipation. "Great. I'm sitting here in a T-shirt and undies. I'm caressing my boobs, thinking about you touching them." "Oh, my god." She had a nice pair of breasts. She had sent a photo. I badly wanted to fondle them. I am a breast man from way back. Then I heard hubby's voice in the background. Sarah giggled. "He's waving his cock like it's an elephant trunk. It's pretty funny." They made husband-wife pre-bed small talk ("Did you lock up?" etc.) before segueing into nookie-time. He gave her instructions. "I'm on my back and Brad is sucking on my tits. He has a finger in my pussy." I would watch ESPN if it had commentary like that. My mouth puckered involuntarily and my member stiffened as I envisioned her hubby mouthing her mammaries and doing other naughty things to her, the lucky bastard. I listened to her moan. After a minute or so of foreplay he mounted her. "His cock is in me and it's stroking in and out," she informed me. You don't hear that every day. The world would be a better place if you did. At least my world would. Especially if the cock in question was mine. I held the phone in one hand; in the other hand, my member. As Brad stroked in and out of Sarah, I stroked said member. The lovebirds changed positions a few times before I climaxed. And then they climaxed. Hubby dropped right off to sleep. He had had a hard time, after all. Sarah and I talked for a bit before she was ready to sleep. After I hung up the phone I cleaned up. The cat glanced at me with a bored look, then went into the living room. Sarah called the next day. We talked about our phone menage a trois. "Did you get off on hearing us fuck?" she asked. "Oh yeah, baby. It was hot," I replied. "We'll have to do it again." "Mmmmm. I'm getting wet thinking about you listening to us." "Oh yeah?" "Yeah." Hmm. This was an intriguing and naughty new chapter in my life. I was breaking a societal taboo. "Chapter 19: Rod Has Phonesex with a Married Couple." I felt like a bad boy. One evening I was online when she Instant Messaged me. She asked if I wanted to have phonesex with her and hubby. I explained that I would love to but my phone was dead. Aw, too bad, she said. But then I had a brainstorm. There was a pay phone across the street. I wouldn't be able to masturbate, as the phone was on the street, but at least I could listen to them make love. "Give me five minutes and I'll call you," I said. "OK," she replied. I grabbed 35 cents and rushed down to the pay phone. A bus stop was right next to the pay phone, and someone was waiting for the number 75 bus After I deposited the money into the pay phone, I noticed the person, a young male in his 20's, staring at me. I stared at him back as I listened to the phone ring on the other end. After two rings Sarah picked up the phone. I covered my other ear with my hand to block out the traffic noise. 42nd was a busy street. Sarah and hubby got right to business. As I listened, I tried to ignore the stares of the occasional passerby. I kept my back to the building and an eye on the street. I had run into a few crackheads, but they pretty much left me alone. I kept a scowl on my face and kept to myself. I had not seen or experienced any violence, so I was not terribly frightened. Just wary of anything untoward. "Who you talking to?" asked the kid at the bus stop, with the boldness of the young and cocksure. With an inward smirk at my naughty behavior, I told him. Give myself a rep in the neighborhood for being a hip bad boy. What the hell. "Damn," he said. As I listened to the sounds of lovemaking on the phone, I saw the kid stop passersby. Then they'd both stare at me. Then the kid called over to a friend across the street. "Lakeesha, this guy is having phonesex right here!" "Damn," I heard the friend exclaim. It was a proud moment. Finally, the sex ended and Sarah and I bade each other good night. I returned to my apartment. The cat looked at me funny. Sarah called the next day. Her voice had an excited edge. Something was up. Something good. "How would you like to do a threeway with me and Brian? she asked. Hot damn! There was a God. "Does a bear fuck in the woods?" I replied. Sarah giggled and said "Can we come over tonight around 8ish?" "Yes." My cock was twitching in anticipation. I puttered around the apartment until I heard a knock on the door. My heart was pounding as I opened the door to see Sarah and Brian. Brian and I sized each other up like two roosters in a hen yard. I let him know he was the cock of the walk where his wife was concerned but I was not going to play sissy. That was fine by him. Ever the congenial host, I offered them wine. They gracefully declined. "Allrighty, then," said I. "Let's get down to some serious sex." I motioned for them to head into the bedroom. They sauntered in. Sarah squeezed my cock as she passed by. Humming to herself, Sarah crawled onto my queen-sized bed and lay on her back. Brian crawled on top of her and they kissed. And they petted. Heavily. After a few minutes of this Sarah pushed Brian away. They took off their clothes and threw them into a heap on the floor Now that they were naked they resumed making out but took it a step further. Sarah's hands were caressing Brian's hardening cock and his fingers were sliding in and out of her wet pussy and over her clit. Soon they were breathing hard as they writhed on the sheets. Sarah cried out as she orgasmed for the first time that evening Hell, I was breathing hard too. Sarah whispered something to Brian, and he slid down 'til his face was in her pussy. He began to eat her out, eliciting soft moans from her. She crooked her finger for me to come over. I trotted on over, kissed her and played with her tits. As I sucked on her hard nipples Sarah reached out to play with my wide-awake cock. She pulled it closer and flicked the tip with her tongue before opening her mouth so I could slide my cock in. She dug her hands into my ass while she sucked hard enough to remove the white from rice. Before long Brian had impaled his wife's pussy with his cock, and he was plugging away, making her grunt while she blew me. After several minutes of this Brian and I switched places. I thrust hard into Sarah's hot pussy and watched her tits jiggle up and down, back and forth. Then I watched her blow Brian, whose fingers were entangled in her long brown hair. I proposed we have Sarah get on all fours. I would fuck her from behind while she continued sucking off Brian; then we'd switch places again. It sounded good to both of them, so I fucked Sarah doggy-style while her face was buried in Brian's lap. After awhile we switched places and Sarah's mouth was playing my skin-flute again. I felt an orgasm building in me. Then I was spurting my cum down Sarah's throat. She sucked it all down. Sated for the moment, I kissed Sarah on the lips and sat in a chair to watch Sarah and Brian fuck. And did they. They fucked fast, slow, fast again, hard and in many different positions before Brian pulled his cock out of her pussy to cum on her tits. After he'd stopped spurting Sarah coaxed his cock into her mouth and sucked him clean. They kissed deeply and passionately. "Anybody want a beer?" I offered. "Yeah," they both replied, so I went to the kitchen and brought us back three brews. While we drank we talked about sex experiences past. Brian talked about a swingers party they had attended a month before, where they'd hooked up with another couple and fucked like wild animals. Sarah added how it was the first time she'd had a cock in her pussy and one in her ass at the same time, and how she'd never orgasmed so hard. Brian and I looked at each other. We were thinking the same thing. I layed down on the bed and Sarah straddled me, guiding my hard cock back into her pussy. Brian lubed and loosened up her ass before inching his cock into her back door. Brian and I worked out a rhythm and fucked Sarah until we all came again. After we'd had as much fun as we could take, Brian and Sarah got dressed. I didn't see a point in putting clothes back on so I lounged in my birthday suit. Before they left we promised to play again. A week later I got a call from Sarah. "Are you busy tonight?" she asked. "Yes," I replied. "I plan to help a man named fuck his lusty brunette wife Sarah. Why?" Sarah laughed and said, "We'll be over around eight. Fuck you soon." Sarah kept her word. Boy, did she ever. Phonesex Series Vol. 01 Usually, she would talk to him online but this time was different. There was something completely sexual about the way they were typing out their usual role-play, a classy term for cyber. Since it was actually more descriptive cyber, she didn't exactly mind, he had even shown her a new thing or two during their conversations. Except this time, he was being very graphic, a little different than usual, and she had the greatest urge to hear him speak those words to her just like he had been typing out for about an hour now. It became too mundane to wait for the words to appear on the screen as she sat there, her pussy pulsating and her heartbeat quickening as the first few words send flashes of hot ripples through her pussy, encircling deep within her womanhood and throbbing it until she brought her hand down to sop up the juices leaking through her panties from in between her tight lips. All of the sexual energy that she had saved from all these years was grinding in her muscles, leaking out of her and spilling forth with the movement of her fingertips. And then there it was, the offer that he always presented. him (10:00 PM ): He dug his nails deep into the flesh above your hips and pulled you forcefully to his cock as it stood erect out of his unzipped and unbuttoned pants. The way he dragged your wet pussy to hover over it was without real strength, your light body held there as you begged for him to make you cum. Shaking his head, he almost snorted, released a little chuckle. "You can fuck off over my dick, but I'm not fucking you, whore." [ let me call you? ] Now a borderline was being crossed as she started to type out a response but then deleted it, tapping her itching fingertips, itching to touch her clit that was now soaked, thinking she had better now. All of the reasons that she had ever maintained her distance was because of this, because of the will to submit to hormones and pleasures and then more would be wanted. What if that was all she wanted from him? He was a good writer, she was a good writer. The idea was very enticing and as she continued to look at the screen, she licked her lips and her pussy lurched over the idea of hearing his voice speaking those words that were now producing images inside of her head, images that made her hot with sexual tension and rough intercourse. Biting down on her bottom lip, she licked over it once more and whispered to the empty room, "What the hell." And with that, the stage was set, she had his number, because she was always going to be in the control of her fate, and she was going to call. Setting the phone in her lap, she looked at the screen and hit the numbers, settling back into the cushions of her bed, her heart pounding now because she didn't know what to expect. From what he had told her, he was a 34 year old male, dark hair, blue eyes, strong build 6'1, and about 200 pounds.. The 'about' part is what scared her, he could quite possibly be about 400 pounds and 50 years old, but did that really matter? They were just on this phone to surrender to their carnal desires since he lived about 10,000 miles away from her. She had sent her pictures willingly to him, it always made it better when you had an actual face to write about. So, she knew that he knew she was unbelievably gorgeous and innocent, which she was, but not so innocent seeing as she wrote about her desires and needs more and more lately. Maybe it was the motivation that he was providing, after all he was a damn good writer. Finally, his hoarse low voice answered with a, "Hello?" And she responded in her regular voice, figuring that she could sex it up later if they did choose to go through with it, which she knew they would. She could already tell by the way he talked that it was heading there. He couldn't seem to get off of the fact that she was also a good writer. He had never met someone that could write like that and get him so horny over the images that she could produce for him. That made her giggle, and in turn, made him laugh. She was thinking, 'get to the phone sex' but she didn't say that, she kept it low-key, didn't want to seem all about one thing, especially that, even though she thought this was what that was going to be. "So, James...does it bother you that I'm 19?" "Not at all, not that I'm a pervert, but younger girls are always nice." He spoke matter-of-fact, as if every word he spoke was a piece of intelligence. She knew that everyone she knew would get on her case about being so sexual with someone a decade and a half older than her. As long as he didn't care, it satisfied her inner evil. "So..." That was the long pause she had been counting on to get this started, thinking that it had better start and end just like the way he wrote or she was going to regret this whole thing. "So, can I chase you now?" His chuckle was just like she had imagined it, mocking and wicked, but still playful, causing herself to laugh nervously, but she was becoming more relaxed as he talked, began to talk about the story they had been depicting an hour earlier. "I see you in the concert, your legs are the first thing I notice because of how long and tan they are underneath that short little skirt you girls like to wear to tease us guys. Tilting my head as you jump, I can see the bottom of your ass cheeks slightly with every bounce you make. I bite on my lip and raise my head to think about how I could get you back to my car." "I am focused on the band and not concerned with what is going on around me, just having a good time and getting wild. I rock my hips back and forth raising my hands to scream and shout. I laugh a little bit and smile big as my breasts jiggle underneath by low cut tank top." I spoke sexy, adding a thrill to my voice in a sultry manner, hoping to intrigue him to bring this to next level quickly. She didn't really know how long she had before her roommate would wake up and walk in on her half naked under the covers and moving her hand farther and farther to her wet pussy. Her fingers reached her pussy as she spread her legs open, the pointer finger sliding between her lips as she spread her legs even further to allow her lips to open. She ran her pointer fingertip over her hood then under to her clitoris, pressing hard on it and rubbing it around in circles. Rolling over with the phone in one hand, her pussy was drenched with cum and she had to get intense with it now. On her stomach, her face to the side and smashed into the pillow, she listened to him talk while she ground her clit onto her fingertip. "I push the knife harder underneath your jaw and push you forward to the back of the parking lot. I hold your right arm behind your back and the other pressed against your stomach with my left hand. My body propelling you to go forward as I whisper into your ear that you're going to shutup and be my whore." He paused for a moment. "Hey, not to interrupt you but what're you doing over there?" She guessed that she had been a little quiet, letting little moans escape her lips every once in a while, as she worked her fingertips around her clit in a circle faster and faster, her index and ring finger rubbing over her closed slit, loosening it up to where she could slide the tip of her ring finger into the squeezed hole. "I'm, um, on my stomach, playing with myself." "Are you really wet?" She could hear the eagerness in his voice with a mix of a power trip going on as she let out a little whimper as her pussy released some more juices. "Yes very." She replied breathlessly, another moan escaping her lips as she struggled to think of a response to his question but all she wanted to hear was him fucking her, all she wanted him to do was fuck her right then. God, if he was behind her, slamming his dick into her cunt, then she would be screaming instead of letting a few moans escape here and there. "God, I just want to fuck you." His chuckle was enough to make her just a little frustrated but then he started to talk again, not caring if she had thought of something to say back. "I get you to my house, way out in the country, where no one can you scream as I drag you out, tied now. I tied your wrists and ankles together before I put you in my Suburban. I bring you into the house and throw you down on the floor. Knife in hand, I cut off all your clothes, letting you the feel the blood along your cold sweaty skin across your stomach and then snapping through your bra. I love it when your little tits pop out and press the blade of the knife against them looking into your eyes of fear. I cut off the g-string and smack your ass hard hearing you cry out. God, you're making me so horny, moan louder, baby...." He commanded her after telling her the story, and she obeyed getting herself to go as loud as she could as he encouraged her. She took out her ring finger from her swollen pussy and lifted her ass up in the air so that she could push her middle finger in to fuck herself better with while continue to pinch her clit between her thumb and pointe with her other hand. She had the phone pressed against her turned ear into the mattress. He started up again after telling her that he was jerking his cock. "Keep moaning like that. Getting some more rope and hog-tying you so that your tits are squeezed out more by the tight ropes and your ankles and wrists are also together. Your back is arched so that your ankles and wrists are behind you, and you're laying there underneath me. I undo the button of my pants, and pull down the zipper and pull out my hard dick in front of your face because I kneeled before you. I grab you up by your mane and push your face against it, 'Kiss it, slut. Just kiss it, fuckin' kiss it.' I reach back and smack your ass that's high the air behind you. 'That's it, good bitch, kiss it for Daddy.'" A loud moan escaped her lips as he said that and falling back onto her torso, she spread eagle and started fucking herself harder, getting all worked up over him talking like this to her, like no one ever had. "Oh God James, GOD." "No, call me Daddy!" He demanded after she had cried out his name. She obeyed him through the line and he said, "That's a good girl, how does your pussy feel, wet, does it feel good baby?" "Yes Daddy," she managed to whimper loudly as she worked her middle finger within, hooking it in and pumping the milk out of her. "But you're not cumming yet are you? You better not have cum," he told her still in his matter-of-fact controlling manner that only turned her on more. She had already came twice really large times, the others small, but she couldn't help it. He must have fucked so many girls like this on the phone to know how to talk to them like that. He was a mastermind. "No I haven't cum yet." She was lying of course, but oh well, she was getting him back for being a phone whore. "No, what?" He asked and she heard the distinct smacking of skin against skin as he breathed hard into the phone. She was focusing on slowing down the momentum of her pussy, trying to tease herself before she came again, but he still was waiting on her and so he said louder and more commanding, "NO, WHAT?!" "No I won't cum yet, Daddy!" She cried out then stifled herself into the pillow knowing that had been way too loud as she still tried to control the pleasures of the fingers working within her tight virgin hole. She was even contemplating about using two fingers as she pushed her other hand's fingers down to rub intensely over her clit, hitting it again and again and again while fucking herself with her middle finger, cum splattering everywhere onto her legs as her moans grew rapid and scattered between whimpers and stifled cries of pleasure. "I tell you to suck on my cock after rubbing it on your cheek for a little while and stroking your hair, being nice to you. You don't oblige right away and so I push the head of my dick into your tightly shut lips. 'SLUT, IF YOU DONT SWALLOW MY DICK, I'M FUCKING YOUR ASS, SO SUCK IT!'" His voice yelled and she moaned loudly pushing that middle finger deep into her and curling it, thrusting her hips up into it and wiggling it around into her g-spot. The smacking sound of his cock was growing louder and louder as her own grew louder and louder. "I need you to fuck me right now!" She breathed loud into the phone, her voice breaking into a whimper as she hit a sensitive spot within her. "No, you're not cumming yet. Don't you dare cum, and call me Daddy, slut." He demanded in his calm way, the tone of his voice still low and deep. "Daddy I need you to fuck me. Daddy, please." Shocked by him calling her a slut, she passed it off as him trying to get wetter and also trying to get himself off. She whimpered like a little girl as she stopped with her finger still within herself. Burying it there, she waited to hear what he would say. "Well I want to cum in your ass, can you help me out and finger it for me, baby?" He cooed in her ear softly, his tone changing to a softened one, trying to get her to do something that was considered gross by most people and herself included. "Ew, why?" She said, suddenly stopping as she thought about it, her desires waning in there intensity. He probably could have gotten her to do it at the height of her second orgasm but now she was halfway through trying to get the third, and that was harder than ever since she had already came. Now, he wanted her to do that...and they were just starting to talk. Cringing, she rolled on her side, shutting her legs and resting for a moment as she wiped her hands on the towel underneath her. "I don't think I can do that, haha." "But I need to cum too, dear." His voice grew a little cold and she felt the need to impress him, the need to give him what he wanted just like he had been giving her for the past 15 minutes. Frowning, she sighed in and then rolled back onto her back spreading her legs. She figured she would just shove her finger in her pussy hard and fake it hurting so badly like if she was fucking her asshole. "Well, tell me what to do then." She rolled her eyes thinking this was going quickly downhill as she rubbed her fingers along her pussy lips and then in between, up to her clit, just touching herself to make whatever he was going to say sound a little exciting however much it wasn't. "Alright, baby, can you suck on your middle finger for Daddy?" He asked hoarsely knowing all of her little fantasies since they had begun chatting online, knowing that she liked the word Daddy as well as being told what to do. She quickly brought her cum covered finger to her mouth, liking the way he had spoken those words as she put her finger through her wet lips after licking them. She sucked on them exaggeratedly so he could hear through the phone, her juices tasting so sweet. Phoning A phone sex scenario. Recorded by request... * * * * * Click Here to listen. (8 min/mp3) * * * * * Phoning A Friend It's amazing how much fun, one can have with a phone when they are alone by themselves I was eighteen at the time, and it was summer, my parents were at work and I was at home, trying my hardest to play some game or another on the super play station. "Toad patrol" I assumed that it was, as that's my favorite game, and I was just bored out of my skull. Nothing seemed to have any kind of depth or any kind of fun to it, there was nothing. It was as if I'd just played the game for eons, never gaining anything and never getting anything in return either. I had thought about getting a job, my parents were constantly hassling me over that one, and I still hadn't managed to do that said thing. "You're eighteen, not in college yet (I'd already been accepted for that fall semester, and knew that I needed to get cash for the school time, yet there were no Jobs that seemed to scratch my interests at all Lets face it folks, I was bored out of my skull, and there was nothing that I could do about that except to be bored. The fan was on in the main living room and it still felt like ninety. I thought about calling a friend of mine. Ah what the hell, I thought to myself. I went out to the kitchen, and picked up the phone. I dialed my friend Debbie. The phone rang, once, twice, three times, and I almost hung up as I have a fear of getting on someone's answering machine, I know that its some sort of weird phobia, but I still hated the damned things. The instant I heard "Hello you've reached..." I started to put the phone down on the cradle, but then I heard someone with a very breathless hello into my ear. "Hi." I said back "How's it going?" "Fine, I guess who's this?" I had to laugh. "Debbie, it's me, Mike." "Oh Mike, how good it is to hear from you. Sorry I had to let the answering machine grab you, I know how much that you hate that." I laughed in spite of myself. "Its all right though I hate to admit that I was just about to hang up. "It's ok. I was just getting out of the shower." I pictured her naked and could feel as my throat began to dry out and my palms began to get sweaty. "Uh, come again." Now it was her turn to laugh. "I'd just gotten home from work, and was running the tub when you called." "Its not still running is it?" "What?" She asked me, utterly confused. "The tub, is it still running?" "No, I shut the water off." "That's good." I told her, "So should I let you off, and let you get back to your tub or something?" "Nah, it's ok, I can always run it again, besides, how often do I get to talk to you?" "True, I haven't seen you since school ended." I tried to remain calm and cool, but the thought of Debbie being nearly naked started to make me aroused. "What have you been up to?" "Not too much, my parents want me to try and get a job, but nothing seems like any fun. I know that I need one especially with my first year of College beginning to start, but I thought that I might just stay and have a little more fun, you know." "Yeah. I know how that is." "Mike, do you mind if I sit down?" "Uh, sure." I waited while Debbie at down, she came back on a few minutes later 'that's better." "Where are you?" "On my bed, naked…" She laughed and I felt my cock harden ever so slightly, "Where are you?" "In my living room, my parents are at work." I had locked the door and took the phone in with me to my room. "Where do you need me to be?" She laughed and I could almost hear the ringing of bells in her voice pattern, it was beautiful "Anywhere you want to be lover." What if I were on my bed?" I asked. "Go for it lover." I picked up the phone and took it to my room, locking the door behind me. "There we go, precious." I spoke to her, and I could hear as she started to laugh. "What's so funny?" "I haven't been called precious in a long time. Where are you, now?" "Just got to my bed." "Cool. Are you hard, imagining me naked?" As a matter of fact I was. "Yeah." "Do you want to take off your pants, would that make you feel better?" My mouth was dry and I could barely croak out that it might be a good idea. "Go ahead." I unbuckled my pants and let them fall to my knees, I slid out of my boxers and sat down bare assed on my bed. "What are you doing now?" Debbie asked me, God her voice was so soft that it nearly threw me into a faint. "I'm on my bed." I told her. "Take down your pants." She told me. I couldn't believe that this was happening, part of me wanted to tell her that she was nuts and that I couldn't do as she asked, and yet I felt my hand reaching for my belt and sliding it out of its little holes, and letting it open up completely. I stood up. My jeans were the baggy type and the fell at my feet. I carefully slid down my boxer shorts and let them fall to the floor. "Done." I told her. "Good man. Where are you right now?" I scooted back up onto my bed. "Back up on my bed." "Cool, what are doing?" What would you like me to do?" I asked her. "What would make you the hottest?" She paused for a moment. "Hmm, gently stroke yourself for me, can you do that? I think that I'd like that." "Me too." I said. I placed my left hand on my cock. "There. I'm touching myself." "How does that feel?" "Pretty good, how does that make you feel?" I asked, my voice already becoming horse, as I thought of her, naked, thinking of me. "It makes me feel wet." "How wet?" "Very." "Oh really what are you doing?" "I'm playing with myself, feeling as I touch my outer lips, gliding my fingers across my clit as I touch myself. Are you hard Mike?" She asked me as I heard her voice change. :"Very." "Would you like to cum for me, Mike? Do you have anything to clean-up with?" "I'm sure that I could find something." I kicked off my pants totally and walked out in just a shirt to the laundry room, I must say that it felt kind of good to have my cock, there, bobbing out in the open air. I grabbed a towel from the dirty clothes pile; I'd used it earlier that morning for my shower. "Yeah, I have something." "Ok, lay back down on your bed." "Sure hold on." I did as Debbie had asked me to. "There." "All right. I'm going to start fingering myself, start to jack yourself off, whenever you're ready." This felt so naughty, yet at the same time I thought that it was kind of cool. I could hear Debbie as she started to moan, and my fingers increased their pace on my cock. Her voice resonated through the phone lines and I could hear as she started to get close. I picked up my tempo, and I started to feel as my testicles got harder and harder. I knew that in moments I would be coming. "Debbie baby, I'm going to, I'm going to." "All right, lover, cum for me, cum for me." That was all that it took, and in moments I moaned over the phone letting my lover know that I had sprayed my seed all over my stomach. I could hear Debbie picking up her moans, and knew that she too was going to cum. She let go, and it sounded glorious as she came down from her cloud. "There, how was that?" Debbie asked me a few moments later. "Oh my god angel, that was wonderful, thank-you for sharing that with me." "You're welcome. Now, I hate to cum and run, but my folks are going to be here in a few minute and I need to get dressed again." "It's all good. When will I hear from you again?" "How about later tonight?" I smiled to myself, and hung up the phone, letting myself calm down from the experience. I wondered what tomorrow would bring. Phoning Foxy "Hello Foxy!" He called cheerfully down the phone. "Hello John. I thought you'd never ring me ever again." She told him, sounding all hurt. "Well yes, it was a pity we fell out, after all these years, but then when you asked me in a text message the other day, what it would take for me to talk to you again, I couldn't resist telling you to, just talk dirty! She giggled softy into the phone and went on, "Well here I am, ready to talk." "Dirty?" "Oh yeah." She laughed. "If you like?" "So what have you been doing, since we last talked? Have you been getting up to your thoroughly naughty ways? Getting perfectly pleasured on every conceivable opportunity? Shagged to a standstill? Are you even walking with a positive limp perhaps? Has dirty Dave still been calling around for his Sunday sessions?" She gave another of her wicked laughs, followed by a long silence. "I'll take that as a definite yes then?" He told her. " And what about the little slut who helps you with the horses," he went on. "Have you and her been kneeling on your bed and letting Dave go from one hot horny hole to another? Bring one of you off then plowing into the other. On and on till you all can't stand?" She cleared her throat nervously but still did not answer him. "Tell me, when he first brought her to your place, was she already broken in, well mannered and easily to ride, or did you make her sit and watch, until she couldn't stand it any longer, and start begging to let her join in the fun?" There was another dirty giggle from Foxy, well more of a snigger this time, but still no answer from her one way or the other, regarding her latest sexual activities. "When they arrive on the Sundays, are you already for them? Stripped off, waiting behind the door, naked, with your pussy panting, all wet and wanton? Have you been playing sticky finger for the past hour, as you waited on tender hooks, watching out the window for their car? All sexed up for a good shagging?" "I have my housecoat on." She told him abruptly, finally breaking her silence. Trying to normalize her behavior with the fact that although she was indeed naked, the housecoat gave her just that veneer of decency while eagerly waiting for her Sunday shagging. "Right! So then do you help the little slut to undress while dirty Dave watches you?" There was a long pause, before she simply admitted, "yes!" "I bet he likes to watch you?" "Yeah." She agreed, thinking about how Dave would urge her on to strip the girl quickly, so that he could watch them play together. "And what about photos. Dose he take photos?" "Sometimes." "What about playing girlie games, do you do those for Dave?" "Yes, that too!" She blurted out, annoyed at having to admit to it all like this. "I bet you do. I bet you put on a lovely horny display of eating the slut's little kitty. Did you teach her how to do that? "No!" She paused, and then added, "She already knew about that kind of thing. She was very experienced when Dave first brought her to my place. I was amazed. She seemed to have started quite young, and been at it for ages." "What about sharing you with his friends?" John wanted to know. She thought for a few moments, and then asked. "Me, you mean?" "No Foxy, you and the slut. Did he bring any friends to play with you both?" "Once or twice, a couple of his buddies came round." She told him hesitantly, almost reluctantly. "And the three of them fucked both of you?" "Yes." "Did they take turns, or all of them together?" "I believe they did me all at the same time one or twice." She told him sniggering. Sending pictures of her kneeling and taking it like the good girl she was, flashing through his mind. Almost hearing her grunting like a bitch on heat as she got serviced almost to the point of, beyond the call of duty. "You were really well and truly fucked then my Foxy friend?" She laughed dirtily again and said she had been very well fucked, adding that all her holes had been filled beautifully. "Now that is something that I would love to have seen." He laughed. "I'd love to see you get a good seeing to, spunk everywhere." She sniggered some more and he felt her starting to relax now. She said how it had been too long since he had seen to her. She asked him if he remembered the last time he flagged her car down into his driveway? Getting her drive around the back of his house before taking he into an outbuilding and fucking her hard. Puling down her pants and making her bend over as she supported herself against the wall of the building and letting him fuck her fast and furiously, before anyone discovered them. "You like it like that don't you, unplanned, and taken roughly?" "Oh John!" She half groaned, half sighed. "You like to fucked like a slut, up against a wall, with spunk dripping from your cunt as you drive on home, don't you?" "Yeah, I love it. I love to feel you seeping out of me for ages afterwards. Dip my finger into it, and taste you. Relive our tryst all over again." "Remember all those days I picked you up from work in your lunch hour?" "And you drove me like hell, to that little wood." "Fifteen minutes to get there, thirty minutes to fuck you in, and fifteen minutes to get you safely back to work." He remembered with enthusiasm. "On dry days you did me on a rug on the ground, and when it was damp I gabbed onto a thin tree trunk and you fucked me bent over with the branches of my tree thrashing above us." She laughed. "And on odd occasions when it was pouring with rain I held an umbrella over us with one hand, while the other was forcing a sticky thumb up your arse. I even remember having to wipe the snow off your bare bum when we were caught in a snow storm once!" They both laughed and she sighed aloud, "Happy days." "Are you playing with yourself Foxy?" He wondered. "Yes." She whispered. "Shall we cum together then?" "Oh John, yes please!" "How would you like it then?" She thought for a moment then said, "On your garden table in the dark. I'm totally naked, laid on a blanket with my head resting on a cushion. All yours, just ready for a creaming." "Have we sucked each other off?" He wanted to know. "Oh yes, totally. Your tongue has made me cum over and over again." She told him excitedly, smacking her lips as though she could almost still taste his glistening hard cock as it had stuffed her drooling mouth. "Have you covered my face with your hot juices? Squirted them all over me, as you grabbed my hair and fuck my face franticly with each fucking orgasm?" "Yes, oh yes!" "Did I flip you over, and bum you?" Oh John, yes. Just like you always do. I loved it! I love giving you all my holes, especially my little tight one. God you make me cum so much I can hardly walk to my car some nights, when you've had to carry me, I was so legless." "So now I'm going to sink my cock as far up you as possible. Fuck those deep places you love to have fucked in your cunt. Let you lock your lovely bare legs around my neck as I screw you for the final time. Pin you down hard onto the table, just how you love it. No where to go except to cum on my cumming cock." "Yes, yes, oh yes John." She cried excitedly. "Are you finger fucking yourself really hard for me, Foxy?" "Really hard! I'm almost there." "Are you ready to be my spunk loving slut again, letting me fill you up with all my spunky sperm?" "Yes, oh yes!" She cried out desperately now. "Soon then, soon! Are you ready for me?" "Yes fuck me! Fuck me John, oh fuck me!" "Now Foxy, NOW! OH NOW!" He bucked wildly, and came with a great gush of hot seed flying free into the air, as he heard her cry out for him, cumming as always, right on cue. "Gosh, that was just like old times." She purred down the phone after getting her breath back. Sitting there with her twitching fingers still deep inside her swollen pussy lips. Saturated now, but still on a high and only needing one dirty word of encouragement and she'd do it all over again for him. "We must do that again Foxy, soon maybe?" He asked her hopefully. "Oh John!" she groaned slowly, squirming her bare arse around on the seat of her parked car, squeezing her bare legs tightly together, giving herself a little after shock and trembling with wanton lust. "Can I take that as a definite yes, then?" "Why don't I just come round for second helpings, right now? Say in five minutes time? What do you say John, would you like that?" Phoning Home Our nights together have been all too short and it is getting late. We both have to call the others in our lives, a difficult task to focus on after the escapades we have just put each other through. My call was uneventful, just a quick check in to be sure they know I am okay. Now it is your turn. You pick up your phone while still lying naked on the bed. Your head is propped up on the pillow and you are beyond bashfulness as you make no attempt to cover yourself with what little bedding is not on the floor after our last hour of lovemaking. As you dial her number, you notice that my erection is back at full staff as I stand at the end of the bed with a sly grin on my face. "Hello", you say then begin the sort of small talk common to these types of conversations. I crawl up toward you as you talk and kiss your feet, then raise one foot and slowly lick the ticklish area on the underside of your right foot. You wiggle it away from me, then place one finger over your lips to quiet me as you listen to her ask about your day. I am still smiling. I continue to crawl up, holding your ankles apart as I kiss my way up the inside of your thighs. You are trying to be proper and carry on a conversation but your eyes close slowly as I reach the junction of your legs and tickle the hair there with my tongue. You gently slap my bald spot and mouth to me what a naughty boy I am. I release your ankles and place my hands up inside your thighs as I use my fingers to separate your lips to find my target. You are talking about your shopping day and the new shoes you bought as I lick up the inside of each of your lips, stopping at the top to lick, suck, then lightly nibble your hard clit. You try to wiggle your hips to slide up and away from me but I grab around your thighs and hold you in place. You are taking about how much fun you and your sister are having as I continue to slowly lick down to your opening; using the tip of my tongue to make circles around the outside. My hands move closer as I slowly place two fingers into you, just barely penetrating you. Your conversation briefly stops as you look down at me, your lips makes a small O. I try to remember how you told me to please you as I slide my fingers in slowly at first then more quickly as you raise your hips to move away. I hook my fingers, trying to find your special spot deep inside. You keep asking her what she is saying. Seems you are having trouble paying attention as I start to move my fingers more quickly in and out of you. Your wetness makes this motion all too easy. You have quit moving away and are now raising your hips to meet my fingers. What a great night you are having with your sister you tell her. Haven't had this much fun in years. Suddenly, I withdraw my fingers. You are still talking but also looking at me questioningly. "What are you up to?", you eyes seem to be asking. The answer comes next as I raise both of your legs up and slide my hips up against yours. I reach for my cock and in one motion slide it inside of you as far as I can reach. This one push slides you up to the headboard but you never stop telling her about the stores you went to today. I slide out of you, and then enter again. You let out a small moan, then cough to cover it with her. She must be asking what is wrong since you are telling her about a bad cramp you have in your leg. As my rhythm increases from slowly to more quickly, you tell her how tired you are and how you have to go. You tell her you love her, then push the end button on the phone. "You are a nasty boy!" you say as you raise your hips to take every inch of me inside you. "You had better have something to give me after all of this." The look on my face tells you that your gift is at hand. My pace increases again as I can feel the heat inside of you. You drop your head back onto the pillow and tell me to cum with your. I am begging you to cum for me, to cum on my hard cock. As we encourage each other, we can feel each others signals. You wrap your legs around me and moan as you cum. I tense and squeeze as I fill you with my warmth again and again. I relax and rest my weight on your chest as my sweat mingles with yours. Our breathing is fast but in unison. I kiss your forehead, then wipe the hair aside so I can look into your marvelous eyes. "That wasn't very nice, young man!" you tell me. "But it was really nice." You know there is plenty more where that came from.