Brother's Girlfriend Phone Sex

Mary was 23 and had two children from a previous relationship when she started dating my brother, John. She'd become pregnant in high school when she was 16, foolishly married the boy at the insistence of her religious parents and immediately had another baby. The marriage lasted about as long as the second pregnancy, so my brother told me one night.

Ever notice how women who have children young snap back into amazing shape? You would never know by looking that her tight, sexy body had ever been pregnant. She had long, dark brown hair and dark eyes; small, pointy breasts that were rarely in a bra, a tight, sexy ass and a walk that almost moaned, "Fuck me." As hot as she might have been, I didn't really like or trust Mary all that much. I had the feeling she was looking for a meal ticket in my brother...which might be part of the reason I let myself do any of what I'm about to relate.

One Saturday afternoon I was hanging out with my brother and Mary when the phone rang. It was some band whose drummer disappeared, looking to have John sit in with them on short notice. Never one to turn down a gig, John grabbed his stick bag and split, leaving Mary and me to watch the movie we'd rented.

I pulled out my bag of BC Hydro (easily among the finest marijuana grown anywhere on this planet) and twisted up a fat spliff while Mary poured us a couple of drinks and popped the disc in the DVD player. As she bent over to insert the disc I couldn't help but stare at her perfect ass - that inverted heart, parting where the denim covered her pussy She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and I audibly sighed, causing her to look in my direction and catch me checking out her butt. Mary grinned at me, "See anything you like?"

"You have a great ass, Mary," I answered honestly, "Can't blame a guy for looking...especially when he hasn't been laid in over a month." That was true. I'd just started seeing someone new after the end of a relationship, but we hadn't had sex yet and I was feeling it. Mary sat on the sofa directly across from my chair.

"Don't you worry about looking. I've had two kids...when a good looking man checks out my ass I take it as a compliment. You know the saying," she winked, "you can look, but you can't touch." I passed her the joint and she took a deep pull.

"Oh, I can touch, Mary. I'll be touching later when I get home. That's the extent of my sex life these days," I laughed. "Thank God for opposable thumbs!"

Mary exhaled and grinned. "No kidding. At least I've got some toys to play with!"

This conversation was quickly becoming interesting. Mary and I had never really had any private conversations, nor had there ever been any flirting between us...but here we were frankly discussing my solitary sex life and that she has some toys for her solo pleasure. I joked that my little brother must not be keeping her happy if her toys were getting a regular workout, to which she quite seriously replied that no matter how much sex she got, she would still masturbate at least once a day. As she took a drink, she ran the tip of her tongue across her upper lip. The sight of her pointy, pink tongue snaking over he lips made me gasp.

"What?" Mary asked. "Do that again...lick your lips," I whispered. Mary grinned and slowly ran her tongue over her lips, winking at me as she did it. My hand squeezed my cock through my pants and I groaned. "Fuck, Mary...you're giving me lots to think about."

Mary slid one hand over her belly and cupped her breast, licking her lips again. "You're not the only one who has things to think about," she grinned, as her eyes obviously stared at the large bulge in my pants.

We had a few drinks and smoked the rest of the joint, the movie was pretty bad so we continued to chat a bit as we watched. Some of the conversation was just normal stuff, but both of us seemed to be directing the conversation - through jokes or innuendo - back to sex. I asked her what sort of toys she had - a dildo and small vibrator; she asked me if I looked at magazines when I masturbated - sometimes, or I read erotic stories online. I asked her how often she made herself cum - at least once a day, once 9 times "but I was young and really pushed myself,'" she laughed; she asked me the same question - same answer, except my personal best is a mere 5 in one day, "I was young and pushed myself." She grinned. This conversation was beginning to make my cock twitch inside my pants. I could feel it lengthening along the inside of my thigh and wondered if Mary could see the effect this was having on me. I wondered if it might be turning her on and let my eyes slide down over her t-shirt where I was almost sure I could see her nipples swelling.

When I mentioned reading stories online to her she asked if I ever had cyber sex. I admitted to her that I had, which really piqued her curiosity. Mary didn't have a computer at home and her online experience was limited to sending and receiving email at work. She asked me how I could possibly sit in front of a computer and jerk off. How do you explain to someone who has never chatted what it's like to share fantasies online? I asked her if she had ever had phone sex. Her eyes sparkled when she admitted that she had, so I told her that it's the same thing...just text instead of talk. She seemed to like that answer.

But I was curious...who are you having phone sex with? My brother? "No," she whispered. All of the sudden she looked embarrassed and a bit unsure, I could feel it. "Relax, Mary," I said, "phone sex isn't fucking around...it's just fantasy. I'm not gonna tell John." Mary grinned, obviously relieved. She had been honest in the moment about having phone sex without even considering that she might be revealing an "indiscretion" to her boyfriend's brother. She told me that she occasionally phoned one of those chat lines that are free for women. If she found someone who seemed fun, she would masturbate with them. I asked if she liked having phone sex with total strangers. Her grin became bigger and she almost moaned, "I cum SO hard!"

By now my cock was throbbing in my pants almost painfully. I reached down to adjust myself and couldn't help giving my long, thick shaft a squeeze and a stroke. Mary's eyes never left my hand the entire time and I swear I saw her nipples become fully erect in that heartbeat.

"I'd like to have phone sex with you right now, Mary," I half joked. "If it weren't for your brother I'd do it because my pussy's so wet right now I can barely sit here," Mary whispered, her eyes locked on the bulge in my pants, "but there's a big difference between some stranger on the phone and you here right now. I can't do ANYTHING with you, I'm dating your brother!"

Her words made my cock throb inside my pants and I could tell from her eyes that she saw the head of my erection twitching under the denim. I reached down and began to stroke my cock through the fabric, running my fingers along my aching shaft and squeezing my balls gently. "I don't care if you are dating my brother, Mary," I said, "I'm so hard all I want to do is take my cock out and masturbate. Knowing you're wet just means I'll cum that much faster."

I could tell by the look on her face she was totally torn. Part of her was incredibly aroused and wanted to keep going, the other part of her was completely unsure about doing anything with her boyfriend's brother. Sometimes you can just feel what someone is thinking...and Mary was sitting there wishing I was a stranger. As her hand slipped between her thighs to press against her denim covered pussy, she breathed, "I want to...if only you weren't John's brother."

I crossed the floor to where Mary was sitting. It was a mistake...my immediate closeness made it all too real for her and she sat up. "No. We can't...I can't do this to John. You have to go." Mary stood and pulled my arm - not hard, but enough to let me know she wasn't going to negotiate. I apologised for making her feel uncomfortable and she quite sincerely told me, "Don't give it another thought. We were both turned on and almost did something silly. No harm, no foul, but you should go."

My place was only two blocks away, so I was home in a matter of minutes. I wanted to speak to Mary and make sure everything was cool, so I picked up the phone and called. She answered immediately and I said, "Mary, it's me...I just wanted to call and make sure there's no major problem about what just happened."

Mary was a little breathless, "No...no problem at all. Honest. I'm just on the other line." In a flash I knew...as soon as I left Mary got on the phone and called the chat line. I asked her if that was the case. She hesitated and admitted that she was, indeed, chatting with a man on the other line. My cock was instantly hard.

"Oh fuck, Mary, that turns me on. Are you masturbating right now?" "(pause) Yes. I am. I wanted to when you were here, but I couldn't." "I have to stroke my cock. You're driving me crazy!"

I asked her to describe exactly what she was doing. "I'm lying on the sofa with my pants around my ankles and my thong pulled to one side. You wouldn't believe how fucking wet it was when you walked out that door. I'm soaked! My legs are bent and my knees are spread wide open. I have two fingers sliding in and out of my pussy while my thumb is circling my clit. I'm so fucking horny. Are you touching your cock?" My cock was throbbing as my right hand stroked back and forth over the top half, thumb and middle finger touching to perfectly encircle the ridge on each up stroke. "Fuck yes! I'm so hot, Mary. Your sexy body...that ass...telling me that you love masturbating. You don't know how close you came to having me rip your clothes off and fuck you. I'm stroking my cock right now, imagining you watching me. Would you like to watch me jerk off for you?"

Mary groaned. I could almost feel her pussy spasm through the phone line. "God, yes! That would turn me on so fucking much. Are you really stroking your cock? Did I really turn you on that much? I am so fucking horny...I'm dripping...I want to cum so bad. Stroke your hard cock for me...mmmmm...cum for me...cum on me...." Mary's moans were becoming more intense, her breathing shallow, fast and raspy. This woman was about to give herself a major orgasm.

"My cock is so hard for you, Mary. I'm dripping precum all over my hand thinking about fucking you. I want to cum all over you like the hot slut you are...turn you on your hands and knees and fuck you hard from behind..."

"Yes! I'm a slut! Fuck me, cum on me, make me rub my clit for you...I'm rubbing my clit...I'm rubbing my clit...so wet...gonna cum...fuck...gonna cum...aaah...fuck...yes...yesss..yesyes....fuck AAAAAAAAAA My God fuck me...." Mary exploded into vulgar incoherent moans and gasps, cumming harder and louder than any woman I had ever heard. The sound of her pleasure triggered my own orgasm and thick, hot ropes of semen jetted across my belly and chest, the last of it coating my fingers as I milked the final drops from my semi-hard cock.

Mary spoke first. "I can't believe we did that." I could hear the worry in her voice, so I tried to be reassuring. "Mary...it was fun, no one got hurt. A bit of fantasy between consenting adults. I don't know about you, but I just came harder than I have in years."

"My God, me too!" Marry breathed, "I came SO hard. I literally had little sparkly lights in front of my eyes!"

We talked for a few more minutes, both agreeing that it was a lot of fun but probably not something we should do again. I agreed with her, but I knew I would soon find out if she really didn't want to do it again or if she was working hard to appear a bit more proper than her wet pussy wanted her to be.

Mary and I didn't speak again for a few days afterwards. As hot as it was having phone sex with her, she was still my younger brother's girlfriend. A little flirting had gotten out of hand and we had agreed that it shouldn't happen again.. Fun is fun, but some things are just not kosher, right? Neither of us wanted to hurt John...but (and of course) hot phone sex is just the sort of thing to make one want more, isn't it?

I stopped in looking for John. Looking back I probably knew he wouldn't be there, but one lies to oneself where one can. Mary offered me a cup of coffee and I sat down at the kitchen table. As she prepped the coffee machine I let my eyes slide over that totally perfect ass. There's no way to describe it - inverted heart...soft, firm, perfection...Christ, to see that ass made you certain why God put denim in the hands of Levi Strauss. I felt a tingle in my balls as my cock started to harden, imagining Mary with her jeans around her ankles, masturbating for me on the phone...imagining that ass kneeling before me as I fucked my brother's hot girlfriend. I gently squeezed my cock through my pants beneath the table.

Everyone is psychic. You know it's true as well as I do. When someone is staring at your ass and thinking, "I want to swallow you whole," you can FEEL it. Mary caught me checking out her butt.

She smiled, as if pleased at the power she knew she wielded over men just by shifting her hips.

"I've been feeling bad about what happened the other day," she said quietly.

"Don't feel bad about it, Mary," I replied, "We had this discussion. A little fantasy fun between consenting adults. Doesn't have to happen again."

Mary brought the coffee to the table and sat across from me. "I know," she said, looking me straight in the eye, "and it WAS fun, wasn't it?"

"You want the truth?" I asked. Mary nodded.

I knew I was going to tell her a little more than she was expecting, so I spoke quietly.

"It was the best sex I've had in years. I would hate for you to feel bad about that moment we shared. The truth is, I've been thinking about it ever since. The truth is....whenever I think about talking to you on the phone, I get so hard it hurts."

I looked up. Mary's pupils were the size of dinner plates and her breathing was noticeably shallow.

I lowered my voice to almost a whisper. "I want to do it again. In fact, Mary, I'm throbbing hard right now."

Mary's mouth opened in surprise, "Are you really?"

I slid my chair back and stood up. My cock had been pressed against my thigh while I was sitting, but as I rose from the chair I was SO hard it angled over across my thigh behind my right pocket, lifting the entire right side of the front of pants into a massive tent.

Mary exhaled and I saw her nipples swell dramatically. I want to say that again - dramatically. I'm a huge fan of nipples. Truth be told, I prefer smaller breasts - have always found big ones to be simply...floppy.

But breast size notwithstanding, nipples are the thing. Sensitive nipples. I love women with responsive, sensitive nipples and Mary's were, as I said, dramatic. She was only wearing a light tee shirt, so I was already aware that she was not wearing a bra. But when she saw my cock bulging inside my pants, I swear her nipples swelled visibly...I mean, I watched them swell...they began growing, puffing, swelling...call it whatever you want...and in the span of four seconds sand-dollar size areolas were standing out from Mary's small, firm breasts with eraser point nipples tilted skyward against the fabric.

I began stroking my cock through my pants right in front of her. I knew she was wet and I had a good idea what she liked.

"This is what I was doing the other day, Mary, when I was hot for you - stroking my cock just like this. Does that turn you on?"

"Fuck, YES!" Mary breathed, "but we can't do this. I already feel guilty about what we did. I'm dating your brother!"

"What's the difference between having phone sex with a stranger and having phone sex with me? It's just fantasy, Mary." I kept stroking my cock through my pants and Mary's eyes never left my crotch. I noticed her pressing her thighs together and rocking on the chair slightly. "Do you want to see my cock, Mary? I'll take it out and show it to you if you want to see it."

Mary didn't say a word, but the catch in her breathing answered my question. I reached down and pulled open the button, slid down the zipper and hooked my thumbs in the waist of my jeans. "Mary, tell me what you want."

Her eyes flicked up to mine. I could see the heat. "I want to see your cock. Please show me."

I slid my pants down over my hips, slowly, inch by inch revealing the shaft. As the material passed the head, my cock lifted away from my thigh. Slightly over seven inches, curving up when hard and fairly thick - not gonna win any contests, but I'm happy with it and so, apparently, was Mary. She leaned forward in her chair and whispered, "Nice cock!"

A drop of precum had formed at the tip, which I touched with my finger and rubbed over the head.

"Glad you like it," I grinned, "Mary...are you wet?"

"Fucking soaked. If I stand up I bet there's a wet spot right through my jeans. Show me how you stroke it. Please? I mean...fuck...please!"

I began lightly trailing my fingers up and down my shaft. Mary moaned, spread her thighs wide apart and rocked forward in her chair as she jammed her hand into her crotch.

"This isn't fair!" Mary whined, "You're driving me crazy!"

"You're right...it isn't fair. I'm standing here showing you my cock. I should get to see something, too. I like stroking my cock for you, Mary...let me see your tits. Show me," I half begged and half ordered.

Mary's left hand dropped to the bottom of her tee shirt and wasted no time there. She didn't slowly reveal her breasts to me, she simply evened the score immediately by yanking her shirt off over her head. Damn! Her tits were amazing. Champagne glass breasts, with swollen pink areolas and hard little nipples. Her left hand began tweaking, pulling and pinching her nipples, bringing little jolts of pleasure which literally trembled through her body. Seeing this wanton display of arousal made my cock ooze precum as my fingers traced my length.

"If you weren't John's brother I'd fuck you right now," Mary groaned as she jammed one hand inside her jeans. "Do you want me to finger my pussy for you while you stroke your cock for me? Is that what you want? Do you want to see my dripping wet pussy creaming for you?"

"YESSSS!" I moaned, "Fuck, yes! Masturbate for me, Mary. Right here...in front of me. Show me your wet pussy, I want to see how hot you get when you look at my cock. I've been doing this for the past few days, Mary. Stroking my cock and thinking about you fingering your hot slit."

Mary stood and almost leapt out of her pants, dropping back into her chair with one heel on the seat, her other leg splayed out at an angle exposing her sweet pussy to my hungry eyes. I moved closer and began to stroke my cock just inches from her face, which caused her to moan and slide her tongue over her lips.

Then, as my hand began to pick up speed, Mary brought her fingers from her pussy and slid them into my mouth as she leaned forward and kissed the head of my cock.

Mary looked up at me. Damn! Those hooded, almost sleepy eyes...filled with lust and lit by desire. "Do you want me to suck it? Would you like to feel my hot mouth swallowing your hot cock?"

I could only groan. Mary leaned forward and let the head of my cock push her soft lips open. The tip of her tongue tickling over the head seeking drops of precum. Then, with her agile tongue stroking, flicking and cradling the underside of my cock along every millimetre, she slowly took me deeper. She would take an inch and half, then back off an inch - more flicking. Take another inch and a half, then back off another inch...slow, tortuous, incredible...bobbing slowly, licking as if I were made of sugar, moaning with every taste of precum. I felt the head of my cock press against the back of her throat. She bobbed a few times, letting me feel the obstruction of her tight throat, each time making little whimpering noises on the soft impact.

I felt her pushing harder, trying to deep throat me. My breathing caught as I moaned in pleasure. Mary backed off, still stroking my slippery, wet cock with her hand even as she fingered her swollen pussy.

"I need you to help me...I can't take it all by myself," Mary breathed, "You have to push me down on it."

My cock throbbed so hard I thought I might pass out. She took my hands and placed them on the back of her head. "When you feel the back of my throat," she whispered, "press down gently on the back of my head and thrust your hips forward - not too hard, but I want your cock all the way down my throat."

She opened her mouth again and engulfed my aching cock. Slowly bobbing, working her way down my shaft until I could feel her throat again...that soft impact at the bottom of every stroke. She slowed her rhythm, pausing a little longer on the end of each stroke...pushing a little harder. She made a sound around my cock...sort of a moan, but with a rising interrogative. When the head again pressed against the back of her throat, I pressed my hands against the back of her head...increasing pressure just enough to make it impossible for her to pull back...and pushed my hips forward gently but firmly. I felt the head of my cock 'bend' the wrong way a bit, making me even harder, stiffer, as I slid into Mary's pulsing throat. Pulling her nose to my belly, my hands on the back of her head, I felt my entire cock slide into her throat. She began almost whimpering in pleasure, fighting her gag reflex and savagely fingering her clit all at once. After a few seconds I felt her try to pull back, but I increased the pressure with my hands, flexing my cock in her throat.

She pulled harder, unable to breath, as I pushed my hips slightly burying myself in her throat. Mary slapped my thigh, desperate for a breath. I removed my hands from her head as she pulled back quickly, gasping for breath. And then she came. As soon as that first gasp of air rushed into her lungs, Mary screamed and began shaking, her face pressed against my cock and balls, tongue licking at me, fingers pressed hard against her clit as she literally gushed pussy juice all over her fingers and the chair.

"Oh God! Fuck! I'm cumming...fuck...oh fuck me...yes, yes....cumming...." Mary's orgasm ripped through her.

My cock was dripping precum - having been so deep in her throat, seeing her intense pleasure at swallowing my thick cock had me right on the edge. Mary took my cock back in her mouth and began to suck me savagely, stopping to stroke me so she could tell me, "Cum! I want to see you cum. Show me your hot cum shooting out of your big cock. I want it! I want your cum, lover...spray me...shoot it all over me!"

Back into her hot, sucking mouth...tongue flicking and milking, pleading for my load. I felt my balls pull up and my cock begin to swell. Mary felt it, too, and began to moan around my cock. Her eagerness...Christ!...what a turn on! My cock began to pulse, twitch...the pressure was almost unbearable. As my cock began hitting the back of Mary's throat again I exploded. The first hot jet I literally felt impacting against the roof of her mouth...I could feel the force of the shot. Mary pulled back off my cock, swallowing that first shot and continuing to jerk my cock with her right hand and massage my balls with her left.

"That's it, baby...give me all your cum. I want it," Mary moaned, stroking my pulsing shaft. Cum was spraying over her face, lips, throat, tits, sliding down her belly and she kept stroking. "Oh yeah, lover, drench me with your hot cum, mark me, coat me with it!" After five or six solid spurts of cum, Mary's hand was slippery with me, her face and breasts were spattered with my cream.

I reached down scooped a large drop of my load from her cheek and brought my finger to her mouth. Mary sucked it in and ran her tongue around my finger before swallowing and letting me feel her suck my cum down her throat.

"Fuck, that was HOT!" Mary grinned at me, "That's twice you've made me cum harder than I ever have before and you didn't even touch my pussy!"

I tucked my cock back into my pants and zipped up as Mary pulled her jeans back on. I reached out to caress one of those perfect breasts. As my fingers brushed the nipple, Mary groaned and slumped into my arms.

"Fuck...that feels so good," Mary breathed.

"Sensitive nipples?" I asked.

"Unbelievable," Mary whispered into my ear, "Sometimes I can cut just from having them sucked and bitten."

My cock twitched in my pants. Mary noticed and reached down to stroke me through the denim.

"You like my nipples?" Mary asked.

I just smiled and pinched a little harder, making her gasp.

We heard a truck pull into the drive. My brother arriving home. Mary grabbed her tee shirt and headed for the bedroom to make herself presentable. As she disappeared around the corner she paused, cupped her breast and flicked her fingertip across the nipple. Running her tongue over her lips, she smiled and whispered, "Our secret?

I smiled and nodded.

We Make Do With Phone Sex

We are lovers. Flat out flirtatious, and tickled by public "display." More than once you've taken my dare and stood under the sprinkler for the wet T-shirt contest; strutting your great looking tits and juicy pink nipples with the other contestants (much admired by me and everyone else) with that provocative, "Oh me, oh my," glint in your eye. One of your favorite prick- tease gags is to whisper in my ear halfway through a movie that you've left your undies home, then let me smell the "petit jus" honey all but dripping from your finger. Another is flashing truckers and bus drivers on the Interstate. And more than once you've greeted me at the door gloriously naked and ready for come-what-may; skip the date, skip the dinner, skip the movie; let's get down and dirty right here and now.

Our only rule is that you'll do anything I want, but I have to do whatever you ask. Quick and clean; heavy date-night, no-frills innocent. Rough and ready; like drunken cowpokes on a poontang bender. Hot and heavy; like horny honeymooners. Loud and sloppy; like that famous beast with two backs. Doctor and Nurse Bettie Page; "Oh, Bet-tee, I'm having a big problem here." Jacuzzi fucks; entertaining all the neighbors. Birthday suit hide & seek. Film-buff love-scene acting-out, "And then...." The squire, the milkmaid wench, and the big, comfy chair. Fun with food and toys, scarves and blindfolds, double dares and double-dog dares, kiss-the-cook and kiss- the-cookies, "Too Drunk To Fuck" and blowjob wake-up calls (surprise!), strip poker and lusty board games, and other such naughty, tasty goings-on.

I have been traveling, ten cities in two weeks. You've been driving yourself crazy at work. We talk every night, teasing each other with sexy, dirty chatter.

The night before I hit town, I call as usual, and you answer, as usual.

I ask, "What are you wearing?"

You say, "Well, I took a good and long, bubbly soak, and got prettied-up for your call. And to answer your question, I'm wearing that sheer, shortie little Egyptian linen robe you gave me. You know, the one with the kitty cat hieroglyphs across my 'titties' and comes just to here. He-he! Then there's the really slutty, garish black stockings tied at the thigh with red satin ribbons. That, and a great big smile! How are you, you lovely man?"

I say, "I'm fine, just god awful horny. And where are you?"

You say, "I'm sprawled on the bed with all my pillows, you know the ones, and playing with Duffy the cat. Where else would I be when you call? Can you hear the purring?"

You spread your legs and slip the mouthpiece of the phone through the fluffy rough of bushy hair.

Can I hear the purr? Ah, me. Indeed, I can, darling lass.

I lean back against all the pillows on my hotel bed, and say, "I'm stretched on the bed in my shorts, here at the Regency, sipping my done-for-the-day Glenfiddich, and I've got an incorrigible hard-on. Little help here. I haven't been this stiff since I left town."

You say, "All in good time, dear heart. Jogging shorts or the sweats?"

I say, "As a matter of fact, I just got back from the workout room, and I'm still wearing my sweat shorts. And what a horny sweat I'm in, thinking of you, just as you are right now. Thinking about finally seeing you tomorrow. I was so eager to talk with you, I haven't taken my shower."

You say, "Ah, the musky smell of a horny lover...! What would we be doing if we were together right now?"

I give my erection a couple strokes and look to the easy chair by the lamp, imagining you sitting there, wearing those stockings and ribbons, spread- eagled, your legs wide open, shaking your fragrant juggly tits for me, and brushing between your legs with the flat of your hands and fingers, teasing, "Pussy need a kiss, please? Please, pet my pussy! I've been especially, very good. Love my titties, please? Please, love my titties."

The words hiss with your whispery breath, and I stroke my cock a time or two at the thought. There's that smoky, lusty little girl look in your eyes, and you stroke between your legs to your belly button; pouty, that image as clean as a dream.

But no, I've got a better idea.

I say, "Okay, here it is. If we were together right now, I'd be sitting on the patio, enjoying the panorama of city lights yonder; enjoying, too, the sight of you in the vanity mirror brushing your hair with long sweeps of the comb. You are the Goddess of Great Big Hair, the Goddess of Beautiful Tits; the Goddess of Perfect Pussy. You're wearing that lippy little black bra and those very thigh-high stockings, big bright red ribbons and all. The bows hang between your thighs, brushing through all those fluffy little curlies and your very kissable, extremely fuckable cunt. There isn't anything more sexy than a near naked woman sitting in front of a mirror, calmly combing her hair."

You sit up in bed at the other end of the call, squeezing your knees together for that warm buzzy feeling, and say, "Now, that's nice and steamy, you horny rascal. And then?"

I say, "You're brushing your hair, arching your back, flashing beaver and jugging your titties for me in the mirror, grinning big. Your nipples are puckered-up and stiff as thimbles. You're singing 'I Want to Smoke Your Pole' to the tune of 'Somebody Stole My Gal.' You look at me in the mirror and ask in your sweetest, please, please come-fuck-me voice if I would be a 'love' and help you."

You say, "And then?"

In background I hear the humming of your vibrator, nicknamed Wonderful Willie; the one with the rainbow assortment of Happy Tips. I wonder which tip you're using.

I say, "Then I'm standing right behind you with my robe open, leaning this hard-on I have in my hand just now against your back and looking down at you in the mirror. Dark, luminescent stockings; bright red ribbons and large bows; fulsome, roundy breasts and stiff, pink nipples; wonderful, big smile; a really horny fuck-me, fuck-me shine in your eyes; your beautiful hair. I reach over your shoulder and brush my hands down your throat, over your chest and into your voluptuous cleavage. I feel the soft, tasty warmth of your breasts, and watch your nipples pucker and stiffen more, when I pull and rub them with my fingers. You moan, "Who! Ho-oh! Hmm. Ah, ah. Ho!" Your voice all breath. You take hold of my hands, and I cup your breasts, lifting them, twiddling your nipples with my thumbs. Your whole body shivers with little giggles as you cum (jogging your breasts in my hands; teasing; rolling your eyes, and laughing real sly with a first-of-the- day, roller-coaster orgasm). This first shuddering orgasm is a surprise to us both. You sigh and sigh and sigh, enjoying the first of the evening's warm wiggles rising from your pussy. I get a serious kick from seeing you cum when I love-up your breasts; ah, me."

Over the phone you fetch a sigh, saying, "Oh, you! Hoo!" More humming and buzzing from Wonderful Willie.

You're cumming over the phone, and my cock twitches at the sound, and the imagined sight of you all but melting with pleasure into the array of pillows on the bed.

You take a good long, breathy pause, and say, "That was just fine! I'm one up on you, lover. It's the sound of your voice, you know. You make me creamy between the thighs every time we talk."

I say, "Then you hand me the comb."

You say, "There's more?"

I say, "Oh, we've got all night, darling lass. I kiss your neck and ears, licking, and comb your hair while you raise your arms gracefully up, lifting your breasts to me, the mirror, every blessed thing. You roll your head as I comb, humming with deep, warm satisfaction, and squeeze, squeeze your thighs together. Your first-of-the-day in spades. Watching, listening to you cum provokes a stiffer hard-on, and I brush my cock and balls back and forth, humping and swaying. I continue to comb your hair, because you always say you love me when I do that. You look luscious sitting in front of the triptych mirror with that calm Cheshire look in your eye, sweating for a proper fuck. I am sweating for a fuck, but not just yet, darling lass. No, not just yet. I'll do anything your ask, but first you have to do what I want. Remember? And you, Cat?"

Your voice is whispery warm with that low and naughty, creamy glow.

You say, "I have been thinking of you all day. I know you love to watch me get ready for bed, getting ready for the luscious fucking I so richly deserve. The really humpy and loud, squeally ones. I sit in front of the mirror, hot from the shower, and adjust the panels so I can watch you. First, the bra hooked in back. That skimpy, black number that doesn't cover my nipples. Then those lustrous black nylons. First one long leg, then the other. You love to watch this. See?"

I do love to watch (what would I give to be standing behind you right this minute). And in my head I hear the sweep, sweep, sweep of sweet nylon up your long legs and beautiful thighs. First one, then the other. You polish off this part of the performance by wiggling your toes (leg in the air), and smoothing out the wrinkles, singing, "I wish I had an Oscar Meyer wiener." It makes my balls roar.

You say, "Then come the touches of make-up, but nothing is more important than my special, smeary rouge-red lipstick. You will look so handsome in a minute with my lipstick slathered all over your cock."

I could not agree with you more. I lie on the hotel bed, listening to the smoke in your voice and my cock twitching at the very thought of your lipstick there.

You say, "Then comes the perfume daubed between my legs, the dimples of my ass and just there between the cheeks, each nipple and between my breasts, and behind my ears. For jewelry, I have a golden waist chain, some noisy bracelets, and those 'slave girl' anklets, the ones with the little belly-dancer bells you like to hear."

Indeed, I do. And the image of that aroma of perfume rising from your pussy, your lovely breasts, makes me stoke harder. Whacka-whacka- whacka.

You say, "I watch the both of your hands on my titties and feel that silky, hot hard-on slipping back and forth across the middle of my back. That warm, fuzzy-wuzzy buzz radiates up from my pussy, my juicy-stiff little clitoris, to my yummy nipples; you're always telling me I've got yummy tits. And I cum; I can't help it. I see my neck flush to the ears, feel drunk with pleasure. I feel terrific--just plain intoxicated and bouncy--but I'm still way too horny."

Me, too. And I keep stroking off.

You say, "I want you to grab me by the hair, lover, walk me over to the bed, and toss me on my back. I'll spread my legs, heels on the floor, then take your good, stiff dick by the root--the very hairs, lover--and rub the hot knob through my pussy to get you nicely juiced up. Then I sit up, shaking my hair back; that soft whisking sound. One hand cupping your balls and one hand wrapped around your cock. I scoot forward and lay a sloppy, wet kissy-kiss on the whole of your cockhead. You cock is just as tasty as tasty can ever be, lover. Tongue, tongue, the flat of my hot, wet tongue up and down that teeny groove of those teeny lips. Tongue, tongue, the flat of my tongue wrapped across the smooth nut of your cock."

And I'm pounding my pud like crazy. Whacka-whacka-whacka!

You say, "Then I take your cock--my cock--in both hands, and slip it through my puckery lips. Oh, goodness and mercy, a hot little suck with pull-enty of tongue. Your cock in my mouth is just so (so, so!) tasty, and every time I slip my tongue over the hot, hard head of it--sloppy, sloppy, kissy-kiss-- every time I stroke your balls in my hot little hand--you shudder. I can see the goose-flesh on your arms. I rest my hands on your belly, pinching the hairs of your bush. I bob my head up and down; tasty, tasty; what can I say! I shake my head this way and that, brushing my hair across your thighs. Little love bits; white teeth and big smile from under my hair. I kiss your dick up one side and down the other, all over the bright shining head with more sloppy kisses; there's the lipstick! I look up at you, into your ice blue eyes. You're smiling, and I grin, brushing my hair across your naked thighs--who! My lips and tongue still loving your cock. I am hot and gooey- damp between my thighs. Just now, this minute, I am the sluttiest slut, but this is too delicious! I love this moment, and the power I have over your cock. I know that I can get you stiff and ready to fuck any time I want."

Lying across the bed in that hotel all these many, many miles away, I have to admit that this is true.

You say, "It's time for fucking! So I slip your cock out of my mouth with a sweet, puckery pop! I look up at your through my hair, flutter my eyes, and smile so fucking naughty, and slowly wink. Sloppy red lipstick smeared all over the juicy, velvety knob. Your cock is hot and wet and hard, shiny red. 'Let's fuck,' I say, and push back on the bed, among the pillows, inviting you between my legs with a long, slow crook of my finger. 'You have made me so horny and lewd, you rascal,' I say. 'Come fuck me.' And I flash my legs open and closed, petting my ruff curlies and steamy warm pussy, spreading open for you with my sluttiest hot show and tell. 'Please, lover, come fuck me!'

I can hardly wait, whacka-whacka-whacka. I have a towel from the bathroom just there on the bed, and the phone to my ear, heartily stroking myself off. Ah, me.

You say, "You climb on the bed and sit on your heels between my knees. I shinny down over your lap and swing my legs around your waist and hook my ankles. The anklet bells jingle and jangle. My itchy hot pussy, your hard cock just there. I love , I just love this part! I pull plenty of pillows under my head. Your cock looks delicious, stiff as iron and glistening hot. Your hands caressing my nylons and thighs give my pussy a nice, sweet tickle; it tickles! But, lover mine, fucking is the best tickle of all. So, I wiggle my pussy in your lap, he-he, take hold of your good hard cock in both hands, and slowly, slowly, dream-speed so-motion, slip the very tip of your dick in my pussy. Oh, my, this is delicious! And slowly, slowly, he-he, ever so slowly pull myself to your cock. A good long time it takes for me to get to the thickest, loveliest tickle of all. You're in to the root and hairs; my my, my, this is going to be a wonderful, juicy fucking! The wet of my pussy soaks all your crotch. I love to watch your cock stroke in and out of my juiced-up pussy. The sloppy sound of our bodies slapping together is so sexy. You love that foxy, fresh-fucked tickly grin on my face as I watch you fucking me. Wink, wink. You feel that luscious, slippery hot pussy on your dick?"

Do I ever. I love your big, giddy smile as I am fucking you. I love the way you lick your lips and blow me big noisy kisses. I love the way your shining hair is arrayed among the pillows around your head, like a halo. I love the sleek, luminescent shush-sound your stockings make as you rub you legs against my body; it's like swimming. I love the way you reach down between your legs as we're fucking and stroke my cock while I'm stroking your pussy. I love the way you diddle your clitoris. I love the way your squeeze the roly-poly lips of you pussy against me. I love how you squirm and wiggle like an eel, shoving and pushing with your lusty thighs. I love to see your tits jug and jiggle; the nipples stiff and rosy. I love how you clutch me between your legs, and pound my back with your heels, stroking my belly and bush hair with the flats of your hot little hands.

You say, "We fuck up a storm, your cock sliding in and out so slippery stiff and gooey hot. The bed, the pillows are bouncing, bouncing, bouncing. Now and again you take a pause, take your cock in hand (slick as a pickle), and slide that hot meaty shaft up and down through the lips of my pussy, tickling my clitoris ever so naughty and nice. Oh, lover! You make me feel so luscious and tasty warm, but we're fucking just now, remember! So, fuck me! I take matters into my own hands, shoo you hand away, and slip your dick in my cunt again; so juicy and hard, and I shiver and laugh all over again. And you, my wonderful lover, fuck me proper. Well set, you tickle me just 'there,' that very best little spot just inside. And right then and there I cum again. I hug you to me, deep, oh so hot and deep (as tight and hot as tight can be!), by clamping my squeaky nylon legs around your middle and hook my ankles around your back. Good golly, Miss Molly, I'm cumming and cumming. I cannot thank you enough. You fuck me stupid. I cum again, I simply cannot help it. I whoop a cheer, squeezing you between my legs, and twisting and wiggling my pussy as hard against you as we can manage. You rough my titties, rolling them, feeling me up, pulling and twisting the nipples you so lushly, dearly love to kiss and suck. You tell me how horny our fucking makes you; how slutty-sexy I look as I'm squirming and shouting. He-he. That's lovely fucking, dear one! Then I squeezing and humping, too, your cock with my hot little pussy; telling you, 'Cum to me! Cum to me!' And you cum like gang-busters!"

And I certainly do. Right then and there, clamping the towel over my cock as I cum. After a long moment of phone-quiet, I am deeply refreshed.

I say, "Many, many thanks for that. I can't wait to see you tomorrow."

You say, "And many thanks to you, dear heart. Should I pick you up at the airport?"

I say, "You bet your sweet, sweet ass."

We wind it up. You remind me there is a FedEx package. I tell you it is a surprise, and to bring it along. I will be on the mid-afternoon flight. You will meet me in the baggage area, dressed in the raspberry come-fuck-me summer dress, the Lord & Taylor hat, and your favorite sandals. I will be the gent in the salt and pepper beard all but limping from the bulge in his trousers, and the horny look in his eye.

We wish each other a good night, turn in, and sleep the sleep of the innocent and the righteous; wet-dreaming. Ah me, darling lass.

Patti's Phone Sex

Patti's bedroom was definitely a messy teenage girl's room, with lots of "Boy Band" pop star photos tacked onto the walls, a pink telephone and frilly bedsheets. But there were also still a few little girl remnants like stuffed animals and Barbies scattered across the floor with dirty laundry and school books. She hurriedly scooped up the loose homework papers and soiled panties and chucked them into a closet. "Sorry." she said, apologizing for the mess.
Patti was nervous. Screwing around in my car was one thing. There she could pretend to be a dirty, sexual creature, an older girl who gave blowjobs and liked getting slapped on the ass, like a fantasy character in a romance novel. But here in her own little, pink bedroom with the rose petal wallpaper she couldn't escape being just what she was - a very sweet, very shy young girl who likes rock stars and writing on the school paper, and keeps her dolls.
"Um, this is my room." she said, showing me around, "I do all my writing here. The desk used to be my Mom's but she needed a bigger one so I got this one, and those are photos of my cousins from Virginia when they came here last Christmas, and that's me in grade school when my hair was longer and…" And so she continued to ramble on for a while, feeling very uncomfortable with a man in her bedroom, and her parents out of town.
I sat on the bed. "And what's this?" I asked. "The bed?" I expected her to laugh, but no luck. She was very sullen and fidgety. "What is it?" "I asked.
She sat in a bean bag chair, legs crossed, tugging on her hair. "I want to take a shower. Is that okay?"
"Sure." I said.
She grabbed some clothes, got up and left. A few minutes later I heard the shower go on in the bathroom down the hall. I guess our little episode in the car had made her all sticky, and she wanted to feel clean at home.
I looked around her room a bit, poking through the closets, checking out the underwear drawer, when I found her diary. Cool! What was she writing about me, I wondered? I flipped to last few pages and found a breathy, poetic record of our affair. She mentioned me by name, and that worried me a little. Patti was legal, but disclosure still would do me no good. But I trusted her to be discreet, and read on.
Apparently she had been showing some interest in Alan, another cast member. He had confessed to her that he had a crush on her, and they had even shared a kiss once. I was surprised, and more than a little jealous. He was also 18, and a terrible actor. But he was nice enough kid. Patti, it seemed, wasn't sure what to do about him, because she was falling in love with me.
I had to end this somehow. The poor girl was going to turn away a perfectly nice kid because of our stupid affair.
I heard the shower stop, and quickly put her diary away. A few minutes later she came back to the bedroom, wearing a fresh T-shirt with no bra, and a skirt which showed off her lovely legs and bare feet. I was going to tell her that it was all over between us, but she looked so delicious that I couldn't bring myself to say anything.
"Hi." she said, still nervous. "Do you want a soda or something…?"
"No." I came over to her and kissed her on the forehead. She just stood there, not moving, letting me caress her arms. "Do you want me to leave?" I asked.
"No." she said, wrapping her arms around me. We stood like that for about ten minutes, just holding each other. She smelled very clean and soapy. Finally she said, "I love you, Mark."
I looked at her. "You what I'm going to say, right? That I'm too old for you and that I'm leaving for New York again soon and…"
"I know, I know." she said. "I wish I were older." She kissed me, relaxing a bit. "I told you I wanted to stay a virgin, but I want to know what it feels like to…to…" She got all embarrassed and dropped her head.
"Sweetie," I said, "We've had some pretty great sex. A little wild, if you know what I mean…"
"I know." she said, smiling.
"So if there's something else that you want, it's okay to tell me. You trust me, right?"
"Yes, I do" she said seriously, regarding me with wonder and devotion. "Well, I wanted to know what it felt like to, God this is so weird, okay you've, you know, done it to me with your finger, you know, like pretend to…"
"Fuck you?"
She blushed. It was funny how little girlish she was being. "Yes. Well, now I'd like to know what it feels like to have your penis, you know, between my legs."
"Inside you?" I asked.
"No. What I mean is, just between my legs, pushing against my vagina. I just want to feel that. I'm weird, I know…"
"No, you're not. I know exactly what you want and it's okay."
"Really?" she said. "It's got to be making you crazy."
"It does, but I'm not complaining." I said smarmily, "Much!"
She giggled, and then got serious. "Here's the thing." she said, breaking away from me and sitting on the bed. "In the car I wanted to do-all these things. That's why I said come over. But now that we're here…See, there's a boy who likes me. And I like him. But it's not the same as with me and you. We kissed once. Does that make you mad?" she said wincing.
"No. I'm glad you're finding somebody you're own age." I think she was disappointed that I wasn't mad. I was, of course, but I was determined to let her get out of this, if that's what she wanted.
She went on. "I like him and all, but he can't make me feel like you make me feel. You know?"
I understood now. I could make her feel dirty and sexy and she was able to lose herself in that and do all these perverted things she had in the back of her mind. But Alan wasn't going to take charge like that. How could she ever feel free to get all hot and bothered with a stammering little teenager like Alan Barnstable? Maybe our affair was ruining her for other boys.
I didn't know what to do. I should have left. I should have said goodbye. I should have gotten the hell away from this whole situation. But she was so clean and squeaky with her scrubbed neck and her hair still wet from the shower and her bare legs so soft and toned and meaty looking. I slipped a hand under her skirt, resting it on her thigh, and kissed her. She kissed me back, and we lay back on the bed.
At that moment the phone rang.
"Hello?" said Patti, picking up. "Oh! Alan! Hi." Patti immediately sat up and rearranged her skirt.
Alan? Christ! I finally had delicious Patti on a bed, and the little Senior fuck calls. I got up, and started for the door.
"No, wait!" said, Patti to me, cupping the mouthpiece. Then, into the phone she said, "Alan, um, I don't know if I can do this..."
She was going to dump him. Shit! That's not what I wanted either. Patti's problem was that she just couldn't get all hot and bothered around Alan. I got an idea. I motioned for her to keep chatting, that it was okay to talk to him.
"Yeah, it was a great show." she yapped into the phone. "My parents loved it. What about yours? Your Mom videotaped? Cool." She was lying on her tummy across her bed, and her little butt was looking so cute underneath that pleated skirt. "Should we watch the tape tomorrow?" she continued. "Tommy's got a good VCR, we can go over there." I knelt down behind her and started massaging her feet as she talked.
She knew right away what I was up to, and tensed up. "Um, yeah," she continued, nervously, "I guess we could all go swimming after. That sounds cool."
I opened her legs a bit. I could see right up her skirt, and got a generous view of puss. She wasn't wearing any panties. "My parents are out of town," she went on, "so your Mom has to drive us." I placed my hands on her skirt, massaging her ass.
Patti started moaning. "Hold on, Alan." she said. She reached back, took my hands and slipped them under her skirt where I could knead her bare buns. "Oooo" she moaned softly.
"Ask him what he's wearing." I whispered.
Patti nodded. "Alan, what are you wearing? Jeans?"
I kept rubbing her ass cheeks. "Tell him you're on your bed in a skirt."
"I'm on my bed in a skirt."
"And you're going to take it off."
Patti hesitated. "And I'm going to take it off." The kid must have had a heart attack, because Patti started saying. "Hello? Hello?"
I unbuttoned her skirt and slipped it off, exposing her firm little butt. "Tell him to take off his pants." I whispered.
"Alan, could you take off your pants?" she said. Then she whispered to me, "He wants to know why?"
"He knows why." I whispered.
"You know why." she said to Alan. Then to me she whispered, "He's doing it!"
I moved to the other side of the bed, stood in front of her and unzipped my fly. Patti stared up at me, terrified, but thrilled. I pulled down my pants and underwear, and pointed a stiff cock right at her face. "Is he naked?" I whispered.
"Are you naked?" asked Patti, gulping. She nodded that he was.
"Tell him what you think of his cock." I whispered again.
Patti looked at my tool bobbing in front of her. "It's so nice, Alan. I like it. It's so nice and smooth, and thick."
I walked around to the other side of the bed, slipped my hand down the crack of her ass and rubbed a finger against her pussy. She almost jumped out of her skin. "Tell him you're touching yourself." I whispered, slipping a finger into her squishy cunt.
Patti was breathing very hard. "I'm touching myself." she stammered into the phone, lifting her ass up off the bed, and grinding into my finger.
"Tell him what it feels like." I said. "Use his name."
"Oh, Alan, it feels…so…good!"
"Tell him." I said, rubbing her little pussy harder now, while biting her ass cheeks.
Patti moaned deeply. "Oh Alan, I have a finger inside me…"
"Inside your pussy…"
"I have a finger inside my-my pussy, and…oh my God, I'm really, really wet."
"What's he saying?" I asked.
"Nothing." Patti whispered back, covering the phone. "But I can hear him breathing. Oh, yes, Mark, right there!"
"Ask him if he's holding his cock."
"Alan," said Patti, breathing hard into the phone, "Oh God, Alan are you holding your cock? Hold your cock. Hold your cock!" With one finger still in her pussy I crawled up onto the bed so Patti could reach back and grab my cock. "Oh, let me hold it! I'm holding your cock, Alan. I want to jerk you off! I want you to come in my hand. I'm squeezing it. I'm squeezing your cock and I want to jerk you off!" Patti started pumping my penis while I finger-fucked her.
I could hear Alan on the phone now. The kid was definitely jacking off, he was breathing hot and heavy. "Tell him you want him in your pussy." I whispered.
"I want you in my pussy, Alan. I want your cock in my pussy." she said.
I maneuvered myself behind Patti and slid my cock between her legs, rubbing against her little pussy. Patti reacted by squeezing her legs together, tight as a vice. So I screwed her from behind, my cock not quite inside her, but rubbing against her wet pussy lips.
"Tell him to fuck you." I whispered.
Patti's voice got very low. "Fuck me, Alan." Talking dirty turned her on, but she wasn't exactly comfortable with it. Every time she said "cock" or "pussy" or "fuck" her face would scrunch up like she just got caught cheating on a math test. "Fuck me, Alan." she said again, pushing her pussy back and forth along my cock.
Patti suddenly turned over, kicking away a few stuffed animals. She spread her legs for me. Her puffy little pussy was open and wet, and looked so soft and juicy. "Please fuck me, Alan. Please!" she said uncomfortably. "I'm on my back, Alan." she continued. "My legs are open. I'm really, really, wet. Do you want to do it? Please!"
I crawled over to her and placed my cock on top of her pussy. She held her breath. "Does he want to?" I whispered.
Patti opened her eyes wide and nodded, listening to Alan pant on the other end.
I placed the head of my cock over her pussy.
"I feel it, Alan." she said. "The top of your penis…"
"The head of your cock." I corrected.
"The head of your cock is inside me." she continued, panting. I slid my boner across her pussy lips. "You're in me! You're in me all the way." I lay down on top her. "You're on me, Alan. You crushing me." I grabbed her hips and started fucking her across her cunt, never entering. "You're doing it to me, Alan. You're pushing it in me…you're pushing it in me… How does it feel?"
My ear was next to the phone now and I could hear the horny little bugger. "It feels great." he said in a nervous, chirpy voice. Then he didn't say anything at all, but just panted into the telephone. Patti stopped talking now, too, but continued to listen to Alan moan as he jerked off.
My cock slid easily across her pussy, sending electric shocks through her body. She humped up at me, squealing over and over again until she orgasmed. "I'm cumming…..!" she shouted.
I heard Alan say, "I'm ready!"
"Not yet!" I whispered to Patti, who was still quivering.
"Not yet!" she repeated into the phone.
I placed one knee on either side of Patti's face and placed my cock over her lips. She kissed it once, gave the head a little suck, then said lustily into the phone. "Alan, I'm going to give you a blow job." She placed the phone onto a pillow and put her hands under my balls, guiding me into her mouth. "Mmm, arrrg, graaagg." she mumbled loudly, making sure Alan heard every slurp and suck. She squeezed the base of my cock and I shot a thick rope of cum down her throat. She gagged a bit, and had to spit some of it out, the creamy juice spilling down her neck.
On the phone I heard a cry of "Oh God!" as Alan shot his wad.
The next day I saw Alan and Patti together a lot, holding hands and sharing whispers. I was surprised at how jealous I felt. I don't think they ever actually had sex, though I'm sure they kept their phones busy.

Phone Sex With Michael

The phone is ringing, as I grab it, I flop over onto the bed..."Hello?"

A deep, sexy voice on the other end of the line says "Hello Jackie, this is Michael."

"Ohhhh my!" I say. Thinking, Oh my God he has such a deep, wonderful voice. And I can feel my pussy contract, already becoming wet. "Hello Michael! My goodness, this is the first time we've talked."

"Yes, it is. I just wanted to hear your voice. I've wondered with you'd sound like." Michael purred.

And for the next few minutes we talked, laughed and got comfortable with each others voices. Michael and I have "corresponded" online for awhile now. And Michael has sent me some very hot and sexy stories that he wrote for me. We are both very curious about BDSM and D/s and have been sort of exploring each others limits and needs. We seem to have very similar tastes, needs, desires. I find his stories extremely erotic.

But as I listen to his deep, dark, rich, voice I begin to become aroused. We discuss the erotic stories he's sent me and past experiences we've had and as we talk...I get hotter and wetter.

When Michael says that he is laying on the couch and stroking his cock, that's all I can take. I reach for my dolphin, that I keep on the night table beside my bed, and turning it on, ease it between my pussy lips and against my clit.

As I do this, I tell Michael what I'm doing and I'm sure he can tell, by the gasps and catches in my voice as the dolphin goes to work on my already swelling clit.

"Michael, imagine...I'm naked, sitting across from you in a chair. I throw my legs over the arms of the chair and as you lay there, on the couch, stroking your cock, I rub my clit with my dolphin. We're going to watch each other masturbate." I say to him.

"Jackie, I want to fist you. I want to fist your ass! I want to grease my hand and arm and shove it up inside your hot little ass." Michael moans. Ummm...seems he has other ideas!!!

Oh God! The thought of that drives me crazy. I need more. "Michael, I'm getting up onto my knees, my legs are spread wide. I have my favorite toy, a vibrating, double dildo that I call "Big Jim." I'm going to use it to fuck my pussy AND my ass, while you tell me about fisting me."

And as I say this, I lube up both shafts of the dildo and prepare to ram it into my cunt and ass. All the while, the dolphin is humming away on my clit, I can't help but squirm and thrust my hips as the dolphin works my clit to a swollen, throbbing nub.

Michael is saying to me "I've got oil all over my hand and arm. I'm working my fingers into your sweet ass. Stroking them in and out, fucking your ass with my fingers. Now I have four fingers up inside of you. God, Jackie, you're so hot and wet already."

By now I'm on my knees and my head is down on the bed. I have the dildo pressed against my ass and am working it around, but not pushing it in yet. Not till Michael rams his fist in. I'm so fucking hot and needy, I'm moaning and gasping. Talking nasty to Michael and urging him on. I want it, I want more. I'm pinching my nipples with the other hand, pulling them and moaning from the pain/pleasure of it.

Michael is saying "I now have my fingers and my thumb pumping in and out of your ass Jackie. Feel it? Feel how tight it is. Your ass is so hot. Now I'm pushing, working the knuckles into your ass Jackie. Holding you with the other hand, I wiggle and work my hand till the knuckles pop into your ass."

Michael gives a grunt, just as if he were shoving his fist into my hot, hungry, needy ass. And as he does, I ram the dildo up inside of me. Deep, hard, fast it goes...to the hilt.

As I do, nearly screaming from the rush of sensations, groaning and panting, I say to Michael "Oh God Michael, I just rammed both shafts of the dildo up inside me. It's buried all the way in my ass and pussy. Come on Michael, ram your fist up in me, fuck me, fuck me hard. Please Michael, I need it. Hurt me, fuckin' pound me with your fist. Do anything you want. Give it all to me. Fuck me dammit!"

I'm ramming and pounding away with the dildo, so hot and wet I can hear my pussy and ass making wet, sucking noises.

"Michael, can you hear this? Listen..." I place the phone between my legs and thrust the dildo in and out of me. Listening to the sucking, squishing sounds my cum soaked pussy and ass are making. "Did you hear that Michael?"

"Yes. God yes. You're amazing. Fuck that's wild. Do it again. I want to hear it again." He pants.

Lowering the phone between my legs I continue to fuck myself hard and fast till I can't hold on any longer "Michael, oh God. Fuck me, I'm cummin' oh Jesus!" And all I can do is hammer the dildo into myself and scream out my orgasm. Gasping, panting and mumbling encouragement to Michael.

I hear Michael, "Fuck...oh shit, you are so fucking hot Jackie. Damn, I want to fuck the shit out of you. I can't hold it, I'm cummin'."

Roaring and talking dirty to me, Michael lets his hot, thick cum shoot out of his cock and over his chest and stomach. All the while, I'm begging for his cum, begging him to feed me his cum. I'm jerking and twitching, thru a series of extremely intense orgasms. Peeking over and over again as I fuck myself with the dildo and listen to the wild uninhibited way that Michael is cumming.

Still shivering and shaking from after shocks of pleasure, I hear Michael on the other end of the line begin to laugh. He's laughing, more open and free the longer it lasts.

Still laughing, Michael says "Damn Jackie, I've never in my life had phone sex like that. That was incredible. I can't believe how hard I came. Your are something else."

But still in the throes of pleasure all I can do is pant and moan "Michael, Michael, oh God, I can't stop. Michael, I'm still cummin'."

I hear Michael's voice "That's it baby. Cum for me. You're incredible. Cum some more. Give it to me. God, I can't believe it...I'm already getting hard again. Jackie, you make me so fucking horny."

"Michael, I need more. I can't stop. Fuck me, please! Please Michael, fuck me...dammit FUCK ME!!! Talk dirty to me. Call me names. Say anything, do anything. I want it, I need it. Fuck my face. Ram your cock down my throat. Choke me with your cock, make me gag Michael!" I'm again pounding away with the dildo.

Only, I really DO need more! Have to have MORE! And reaching into my toy box again, I pull out the long double headed dildo that is so detailed and realistic looking. Rubbing it around my pussy and covering it with my cum, I begin trying to work it into my swollen, hungry pussy with the other dildo I still have in there. I'm thinking, can I do this? One in my ass and two in my cunt? I have to try, I'm going crazy. I NEED MORE!!!!

All the while Michael is talking "I'm hard again baby. Look what you do to me. God I want to fuck your mouth. I want to ram my cock down your throat and choke you with it. I want to hear you gag on my cock as I hold your head and fuck your face hard."

I can't even talk. All I can do is feel and listen. Then I realize I'm screaming again. I'm cumming and cumming and cumming. It just won't stop. I hear myself begging Michael to hurt me, use me, talk to me and treat me like a whore.

I hear Michael say "Do you have another dildo? Get it, get a big one. I want you to suck it. I want you to shove it down your throat. I want to hear you choke and gag on it."

Suddenly I rip the long dildo from my pussy and mouthing to Michael, telling him what I'm doing, I shove the dildo, cum and all into my mouth and begin to suck and lick it. God, I love the taste of cum.

Harder and deeper I thrust the dildo. Just as if it WERE Michaels cock and he WERE ramming it down my throat. I gag and choke on it, but I keep right on shoving it into my throat. At the same time I'm humping and thrusting onto the dildo that's still deep inside my pussy and ass. And the dolphin, my sweet little dolphin, is still humming away against my clit.

I hear Michael, he's ranting, so into the imagery of his cock ramming hard into my face. His ability to "see" and "be" in the fantasy is awesome. It drives me over the edge again and I realize I'm trying to scream while with one hand I'm drilling the dildo at least 8 or 9 inches down my throat and pounding my ass and pussy with the other.

Wave after wave of sensation is washing over me. I'm in one of those places where I've lost control of my body. It's taken over and is thrashing in total, uncontrolled abandon. If the Pope walked in now...he'd just have to watch and wait till it was over. I couldn't stop now, even if I wanted to.

Michael is incredulous. I hear him almost talking to himself. Amazed that he's cum twice during phone sex. All I can think is...MORE! I NEED MORE!

"Michael, it won't stop." I gasp. "It just keeps cummin and cummin. "Fuck my ass Michael. Please, I want your cock in my ass. Tear it up. Ram it deep and hard into my ass. Hurt me Michael. for Gods sake, please hurt me!"

Again Michael is talking. "Yeah baby. I want to fuck that tight, sweet ass of yours. I'm gonna pound the fuck out of you, slut. Come on be my whore, give me that ass."

I realize that he is again off, into the image of his hard cock plunging into my hot, needy ass. And listening to him describe what he would be doing to me if he could, I again resume fucking myself with the dildo that's been in my ass and pussy all this time.

"Come on Michael, treat me line a whore, like a slut. Talk nasty to me, call me names, give it to me. I need your cock. I'm so fuckin' hungry for cock. I want a big old cock in my ass and my cunt and my mouth. I want to be covered with cocks and cum. I want to take you up inside me, just suck you right up into me. FUCK ME GOD DAMMIT!!!! FUCK ME!!!!" And screaming, another huge wave of cum gushes from my swollen and battered pussy. I have cum all down my legs, all over my hands and up my arms.

Michael is crazed by now. I can't help but wonder if I could get him to go completely wild and turn into a raging beast if we were together. He sounds like one now. He's roaring, growling, so wild and animalistic in his fantasy. I want him to become an animal, a beast. A wild, mindless, lust filled fucking machine.

Finally, after cumming three times for me, I can tell Michael is worn out. We've been at this for how long now...a couple of hours?

I whisper "Michael, tell me to stop. Tell me to take the dildo out. To turn off the dolphin. I can't do it by myself. I can't stop by myself." I want more!

Gently, Michael tells me "Damn girl. I don't believe you. You're something else. Turn them off now. We have to stop, I'm beat. Take them out. You have to calm down now."

Finally I do as Michael says. I turn them off. And slowly I pull the dildo from my swollen ass and pussy. Causing another wave of cum to flow from me.

We talk for a while longer. Michael repeatedly tells me how awesome it was, how amazing I am. Talking gently and soothingly to me. But, he has to get back to work, so we say good-bye and hang up.

I lay here thinking about him. I've never talked to anyone with an imagination as similar to mine before. He seems to be, like me, almost limitless. And so willing and eager to experiment. It will be very interesting to see just where our imaginations will take us.

Just before he hung up, he asked me to do something for him. He wants me to write a story about this, our phone sex, and submit it to Literotica. It's been awhile since I've written anything. I've been so busy working on the commission drawings I do, I've not had time to write. Hmmmmm...need to boot up the puter. I feel a story comin' on!

One of My Best Phone Sex Orgasms

It's late one night and I have nothing to do, so I get online and open up AIM to see if any friends are on. There is one guy that I just love talking to that is on. His name is Darren, and he knows just the right things to say to get me wet.

I message him, saying hello, and the usual small talk. Then, here it comes, his trademark question. "What are you wearing?"

I smile, and reply "clothes" I don't want him to know that I NEED him to get me off.

He presses on, "What kind of clothes sexy?"

So I tell him "just a robe."

I know this makes him happy to hear. And he says to me, "That's my girl. Do you want some hot phone sex tonight? Is your pussy wet right now? Are you thinking of my hard cock?"

When Darren talks like that, it makes me tingle all over. It sends shivers all over my body. I tell him that I will call him, so we both log off and get ready for the call.

He answers the phone excitedly. I try to play it cool, like I could care less if we do this or not. If he only knew how bad I really wanted this to happen.

Darren tells me to start touching my pussy, so I happily obey him. He tells me to imagine it is him there with me, which of course I am. Then he tells me that he is stroking his hard cock while thinking of me. That turns me on beyond belief.

He tells me to get my toy ready. My toy is a chair cock. It straps on around a chair so I can ride it. It is one of my favs.

When my toy is set-up, Darren tells me "Suck it for me, I want to hear you sucking that cock"

I get down on my knees and hold the phone to my mouth. I begin sucking that fake cock with all I am worth. I lick it up and down, just as if it was Darren's cock before me. I take the cock between my lips and deepthroat it. I love to suck cocks.

Then I stop and he asks if I am ready to have it in me. I say yes, and he asks me where do I want it, my pussy or ass. I love both, so I say my ass. He tells me to sit on it all the way. I sit on it, and a moan escapes my mouth. He tells me to fuck it fast.

I start riding my ass up and down that cock so fast it burns my tight little hole. But I love the pain. I sigh and moan into the phone. I can hear him breathing rapidly as he is jerking off to me.

One hand is holding the phone while my other hand is rubbing my clit bringing me so close to the edge. I tell Darren I am ready to cum, but he tells me to hold it. I hold it for a little longer, and I tell him I am about to explode.

He tells me to let it go. I cum...so long and hard. Several smaller orgasms branch off from it.

He asks if I am alright, and I tell him "Yes I am" But what I really wanted to say was. "That was the best orgasm I have ever had, thank you."