0 comments/ 217511 views/ 0 favorites The Night Call By: Dj_Maximus Click Here to listen to DJ_Maximus read the story (10 min/MP3). "Hello?" she said, picking up the phone. A silence was the only thing at the other end of the line. Again she spoke. "Hello?" She could faintly hear him on the line, but she could tell it was him. She waited for his phone call nightly, and he called at the same time every night. "Well hello there sweetness, what are you wearing for me tonight?" he asked. She felt the goosebumps run the entire length of her body. She rubbed her arms, trying to make them go away. A smile crossed her face as she moved over to the couch and lay down. "Right now I am wearing my jeans and a white tank top." She replied, giddy. She ran her hands across her chest, feeling her pert little nipples start to stand at attention. She loved hearing his sexy voice over the phone. She had never met him, but the things she would let him do to her over the phone were something she never thought she would ever do. "Your black jeans I hope" he replied. "Uh huh" she said, rubbing her hands against the tight material. "I love the way you look in those. The curve of your tight bum and how it sways as you walk in front of me, making me want to grab it and hold on forever. What do you have underneath them?" Her heartbeat raced, the game was on. "I have my pink thong. You know the one I am talking about, don't you?" He paused, searching his mind for the memory he needed to continue the fantasy. He smiled, finding it quickly and resumed the conversation. "Yes I do. Victoria Secret, page 12, June issue. You know what those do to me. You are such a tease!" She had an urge to touch herself, her pussy already on fire as she listened to him. She resisted, knowing full well that it wouldn't be long that he would be telling her exactly what to do. She rested her hand on her stomach. "I can't remember. Do you mind reminding me?" she giggled. He pulled at the drawstring of his jogging pants, loosening the waistband. He pulled them down slightly, his cock already fully erect. He pretended to show her. "Don't you see? I am rock hard already, and I still do not have you naked yet." "Well then, what are you waiting for?" she replied. He drew a deep breath and slithered out of his clothes, his ripe body lying on his bed. He thought carefully and spoke softly into the phone. "Lie down my dear and let me pleasure you. Let me fill your mind with thoughts of love and lust. Are you ready my sweet princess?" She melted as his voice washed over her. She could barely contain herself, and she softly whispered that she was indeed ready. " I walk into the room, seeing you lying on the couch. I watch you carefully, examining all your beautiful curves. Your white tank top barely containing your lovely breasts. My knees quiver as you notice me standing there. Your brown eyes look into mine as I make my way over to you." She closed her eyes and let her mind fill with the sight he was describing. She did not speak, not wanting to ruin the moment. "I sit down as you make a small place beside you. I caress your arm, running my fingers down from your shoulder. I stop at your wrist, and start my way back up. Your skin is so soft, and the hair stands on end as I trace a tender line up your arm." She moved her own hand over her arm, recreating the sensation for herself. "I lean close to you, my lips inches from yours. I kiss you softly, lingering on your lips, tenderly savoring the sweetness of them. My hands find their way under you to your lower back. I pull you up toward me, still pressing my lips to yours." She could almost feel his lips. He had strong lips, or so she kept telling herself. It melted her to think they were. And the sensation grew stronger between her legs. She wished he would move along at a quicker pace, but she knew he wouldn't. He never did rush things along. "I turn you around and lie you back down on your stomach." This surprised her. Usually he at this time he would disrobe her, but now he was doing something different. After letting the change sink in, she did as he said and rolled onto her stomach. She wondered what would come next. "Starting at your shoulders, I gently rub my hands into your skin. The warmth of your skin feels so good as I massage your neck. Maybe you should take this top off and I can get better access to your back." She squealed with excitement as she quickly peeled off her tank top, tossing it carelessly across the room. She returned to her position on the couch, her naked breasts pressing against the soft fabric. "Is that better?" she giggled. "Ah yes, much. Now, let me see if I can make you whimper. I put my hands on your back, and with small circles, I rub you gently. I start at your shoulders, making my way down to your lower back. My thumbs slip slightly under the back of your jeans, feeling the top of your butt." Her breathing grew deeper with each passing minute, anticipation of what was about to happen next. "I reach under you and locate the buttons to your jeans. I feel you lift your bum to me as I slowly undo the buttons, loosening your jeans. I grab the sides and slowly work them down your legs." Her hands were at her jeans in seconds, pulling them off as he did in his fantasy. Her pink thong was soaked with her excitement, and she ached to touch herself. "Look at what you've done to me." She said. "It looks as though someone is very wet. Let's get rid of that." Within moments, she lay on her couch, naked, excited and wet. She knew she should put a towel under her, but she could not be bothered to get up and fetch one. "Umm, this is much better. Please continue." She told him. "I run my hands over you bum, feeling its firmness. I pass my finger between your ass cheeks, making you raise your ass and exposing that very wet pussy to me. I slide my finger down toward your pussy, but stop just before reaching your wetness." He could her hear whimper at the other end. He took hold of his cock and slowly stroked it. He wished she was here doing it herself, but this would have to do. "I press my hand under you, against your pubic mound. The heat is intense as I pull it slowly over your pussy. How wet you are my dear. Maybe we should try and put out the fire down below." Her hands were buried deep between her legs now with him allowing her the freedom to finally touch herself. The slickness of her pussy made a magical sound to her ears. "Turn over sweets and play for me. Let me watch you touch yourself, fuck your fingers." In one bound, she was on her back. She spread her legs wide, one foot resting on the back of the sofa, the other dangling over the edge. Two of her right fingers entered her pussy, while her left hand played with her hard clit. "Look lover, look at what I am doing for you. Two fingers inside me, and another playing with my clit. You like that?" she purred to him. He could hear the quivering in her voice, and he knew she was really touching herself. He started to stroke his cock faster now, feeling the buildup in his balls grow. He would wait for her release first, so he slowed down a little and continued. "I kneel down on the floor and spread your legs wider. My tongue snakes out of my mouth and touches your clit lightly, moving your finger out of the way. The tip of my tongue traces a line to your wet pussy, tasting your juices. I open my mouth, letting the juices fill my mouth and coat my chin. I move my tongue in and out of you, my upper lip resting on your clit." Her heavy breathing reassured him that he was doing everything just right. "I give one more lick to your pussy and climb on top of you, kissing your nipples as I do. My cock is resting against your pubic mound, feeling the heat between us. I slide down slightly, moving my cockhead to enter you." "Yes please…" she begged him, nearing her own climax. Her fingers were coated in her juices as she masturbated with vigor. "I slide inside you with ease. I push deeper and deeper, slowly at first, then a little faster and harder. I feel your pussy contract around my hard cock. I slowly start to pull out and then back in again. Our bodies move together as I fuck you." Her body started to shake the beginning of her orgasm taking a hold of her. She went silent, biting her lower lip, not wanting him to stop. "Our pace picks up and soon we are bucking against each other faster and faster. I can feel my cum building inside my balls and I am almost past the point of no return." He stroked his cock furiously now, as his own orgasm grew nearer. He could barely hear her, but he knew she was climaxing. "Yes, now baby. Fill me now." She begged him. "My cock throbs as my cum shoots deep inside you. My head rolls back and I pump deeper into you." His hand was a blur as he felt the explosion of his own orgasm overtake him. His cum covered his stomach and his chest. "Thank you my love…." She said as she heard his moans of pleasure. "Same time next week?" he asked. "Of course…" she replied and hung up the phone. The Night Caller A rest area along I-44 in Central Missouri. 2:30 AM. He was checking the graffitti in the stall. Amidst the clutter of the crudely scrawled obscene limericks and offers for blow jobs in the parking lot one "ad" stood out. Neatly printed, low on the stall wall: For a really wild fuck: Red haired, older beauty - Carol Likes to be submissive Loves to be fucked in the ass 555-4091 The exchange was for the next city on the Interstate. He was intrigued. 30 minutes later he pulled into a truck stop parking lot, found a "call from car" payphone and dialed. He was nervous. Was this "ad" the revenge of a scorned lover? Was Carol actually going to turn out to be a queen looking for cock? Or, was this legit? And if legit, what do you say to a total stranger at three in the morning? "Hi. Uh, saw this graffitti out on the Interstate that said you liked to be fucked in the ass. Mind if I stop by?" The phone was on the fifth ring. He was feeling more than a little foolish. Then there was a voice. Female. Husky from sleep. "Hello?" He almost lost his nerve. There was a long pause. Again, the husky, sleepy voice. "Hello?" "Uh...hi..." "Who is this?" It was a simple inquiry. No fear. No anger. "Uh...I saw your - uh, did you, uh know...?" "I know I have an ad at the rest area. I wrote it myself right after sucking off a salesman. His cum was still dripping from my lips when I used his pen to write it. The reason it's so low on the stall wall is because I was still on my knees. Just struck me as something I should do while I was there." She was almost rambling but not drunk or stoned, just - talking. When she came back to focus, it startled him. "So, you interested, stud?" "Well, uh, uh,..." She giggled, a deep, husky, sleepy giggle; "My God," she seemed to purr, "a rest stop virgin. Never called a rest area sex ad before have you?" "Well - uh, no." "You're calling from the 'Flying J'?" "Uh, yeah. Out in the parking lot." "Two miles north, on the left. A trailer with a Mustang GT in the drive. See ya." The phone went dead. He stood and stared at the receiver in his hand. It was a mid-Missouri winter night. The temp had to be in the teens. And he sat in his car, his window open, staring at the phone receiver - and sweating. Somehow he willed himself to drive north. He still wasn't sure whether this was legit. A trailer in mid-Missouri. Off the Interstate. The only way, he thought, this could be any weirder, any more rawly perverted, was if he and the trailer were in Arkansas. He looked down into the darkness at his crotch. His cock was insanely hard. He wondered if they would print "died by literally thinking with his penis" in his obituary in case something bad happened. Two miles north. A single wide. A street light illuminating the trailer, a rusted truck, a dilapidated barn and a fire engine red Mustang GT with vanity plates: "IMDANGRUS" He took a deep breath and turned in. There were no lights on in the trailer. Set up? He'd see. It was the moment of truth. He knocked. The door opened almost immediately and he gasped then cursed. "Uh, oh, SHIT! Uh - no, jeez, I'm sorry! Wrong address, I'm sure! Really..." The teenage girl standing in shadow in the doorway, wearing a man's tank top undershirt tied up in a knot under her breasts and a pair of cotton panties, smiled then couldn't help but laugh. "Mama, your caller is here. I think. Looks like he's gonna have a heart attack." From somewhere in the depths of the trailer, "How's he look, Pumpkin?" "I'll fuck him if you don't use him up, Mama." She leered at the visibly shaken and confused visitor. Moved a hand across her bare midriff and scratched at an itch absentmindedly. "...Uh, excuse me, miss...am I in Arkansas?" She smiled, held out her hand to him, "And he's got a sense of humor too. Thinks we're Arkansas trailer trash." "Well bring him on in, Missy." There was barely enough room for both of them to walk down the hallway to the end of the trailer and the woman's bedroom. Missy or Pumpkin (It was actually Melissa) managed to insinuate herself between the man and the wall, making the most contact she possibly could with him. He started to feel lightheaded from the combination of her warm, soft body pushing against him and her smell of sweat and what he recognized as "FDS" feminine hygiene spray. She opened the door and motioned him in. In a mock whisper, she said, "You get tired of fuckin' my old slut of a mother you come and get me." She winked, leered and blew him an exaggerated kiss before she shut the door behind him. He jumped when he heard the woman's voice and a small bedside lamp came on casting an erie, dim pall on the dingy bedroom. "I'm 42. My randy daughter is 18 and has the ID to prove it. Engineering major up at Rolla. Don't let the 'trash talk fool you. She's actually a junior this year, made the Dean's list. She started when she was 16. So, unless you're a physicist or some such shit, she's probably smarter than both of us put together. "My name's Carol and you would be...?" "Clark. Clark Michaelson." His eyes had finally adjusted to the light. His nerves were calming too, although he had no idea why. Almost filling the small bedroom was a kingsize bed and in the middle of it lay Carol. She laughed, "Damn, for a minute I thought you were going to say Clark Kent. "You appear to be a bit uneasy Clark Michaelson. Relax, I ain't gonna bite. Promise." "Well, I - uh, I'm just a bit new to this, ah, sort of thing." "This sort of thing? Oh, you mean, calling up strange women at 3 in the morning from highway rest stops and wanting to fuck them in the ass and who knows what other perverted things. That sort of thing?" He got a bit indignant. "Well, you did advertise for it." She smiled, "Yes, yes I did. And you have just passed my test Clark. You had the backbone to not take my shit. Now, what do you want to do?" Carol came up on her knees on the end of the bed and presented herself to him. She was in an old, thread bare robe that nonetheless concealed her body quite well. He reached out for the belt and pulled it. "Hmmmm...good boy." The robe fell partially open but in the dimness of the room it was hard to tell what lay beneath. "Pull your robe down over your shoulders." "Ah, a command. Yes, sir." A spaghetti strap camisole and a pair of panties were what the robe was hiding. And under the camisole appeared to be a full, soft set of breasts. Between the camisole and the panties a full, soft belly. A belly button ring twinkling in the available light. And the smell of FDS. He jerked the robe further down her arms. She gasped at his quickness; at the suddenness. He gasped at the smoothness of her skin. His fingertips trembled as they slowly moved up the well defined long muscle of her forearm and traveled along her clavicle, moving under the spaghetti strap. She closed her eyes. Without a word he put his hand against the flat of her chest and pushed so that she fell to her back, her arms pinned beneath her and her legs spread awkwardly. "Condom," he rasped. His voice was tight. He had lost his uneasiness and was now going on desire; pheremones, hormones. Lust. "No, do me bareback or not at all...boy." Her voice was taunt with lust too. And she was taunting him, calling him "boy." It was as if he never heard her. He pulled her panties off. They both struggled - her to help him and he simply to see her cunt. He felt crazed. He just wanted to see her cunt. Her legs were now more awkwardly spread, more lewdly spread than when he pushed her onto the bed. He stared for a moment at her sex. She was shaven. And there appeared to be the string from a tampon hanging down. He bent closer for a look, to verify his suspicion. She almost - but not quite - sounded embarrassed, "Sorry, I forgot to tell you I'm on my period." He didn't say a word, just started undressing. When he was nude he knelt between her legs. She saw his erection was long and pressed to his belly. He started to pull the string to pull the tampon out. "Wait!...Uh, get a towel..." But the tampon came out with a very wet plop and she felt the flow touch her inner thighs and flow beneath her on the bed. In moments she felt him slide deep into her sex. He laid atop her, pressing her to the bed and kissed her. "Interesting flavor." "Uh, yeah...Melissa has a very sweet cunt...," it was a quivering whisper as he nuzzled her throat, caressed her face all the while slowly moving inside her. He sat back on his haunches, "Melissa!" Melissa had been at the door watching. She opened the door completely and stood at the foot of the bed next to him. "So how does Mama like it the best?" "Tied. On her belly." "Then why don't you make her comfortable?" He pulled out of her with the same wet slithering plop of the tampon. Melissa knelt on the bed and rolled her mother onto her stomach. Then she took the belt from her mother's robe and tied her hands. As Melissa went about her work he knelt behind her. She paused a moment and looked back. He was rubbing his erection on her panties, smearing her mother's blood on her. She moved to avoid more contact with him. Her mother was tied. "Get out, Pumpkin." Melissa fled the room. He knelt on the bed, again between Carol's legs. He took a pillow from the head of the bed and stuffed it under Carol's belly. Then he pulled her robe over her head, covering her head and shoulders but exposing her from the midback down. Then he turned out the light. Melissa, her fingers pulling on a nipple and rubbing her clit as she slumped against the wall of the hallway, heard her mother moan and Clark grunt as his cock entered Carol. "Oh, Mama...fucking take him...," Melissa whispered as she heard the first creak of the bed springs, her mother's first loud cry as he took Carol's ass fully on the in stroke, and felt the beginnings of her first orgasm. * * * * The click of the hallway light switch startled Melissa awake. Her panties were around her ankles and her top was pulled below her breasts. She looked up to see him stagger out of the bedroom. His cock and groin area looked like he'd been shot from her mother's copious menstrual blood. His cock hung limply. His eyes looked a bit vacant. He stumbled toward the bathroom. She didn't wait for him to come out. She clicked off the hallway light and followed him in.