The Phone Call

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The Phone Call

Most people wouldn't understand it.  We didn't ourselves, not fully. But we enjoyed it, and each other.

I signed off of the computer and dashed upstairs to the bedroom,
grabbing a pepsi on the way.  I knew that I'd need it later.  I closed
the bedroom door behind me, and sat on the edge of the bed.  Picking up
the phone, I took a deep breath and dialed the number.

"Hey", he answered the phone.

"Hey."

We chatted a few minutes, both of us relaxing.  We each smoked a
cigarette or two, sometimes words tumbling out in a rush to be be set
free, sometimes enjoying the silence.  We were talking about books when
he suddenly surprised me by asking if I was in the bedroom.  It
shouldn't have been a surprise, he'd asked it often enough before ...
but he had an incredible gift with timing, and often caught me off guard
with that particular question. 

My heart jumped, just a little, and I told him that I was.  He said
"Good", and I pictured him smiling as he said it.  He told me to get
"everything" out ... we'd been done this often enough, that we both knew
without specifying that "everything" meant all of my toys from the
nightstand drawer.

Phone cradled between my shoulder and ear, I did as he asked, rummaging
through to find everything.  After a moment, he asked if I had
everything ready, and I softly replied "Yes."

He paused for a long moment, then told me to pick up the scarf.  My
heart jumped again, a little stronger this time.  He said that he wanted
me to blindfold myself, and then told me exactly, step by step, how to
do it.  As I followed his instructions, it became his hands holding the
scarf ... his fingers brushing against my face, pushing my hair out of
the way.  His fingers laying the cloth over my eyes, and wrapping it
around, tugging it tightly around my head and tying it firmly in back.

As everything turned black, it became even easier to think of nothing
but his voice, his touch.  Everything else had simply ceased to exist,
and I was focused only on his words, and the feelings they evoked.

He told me to take the large dildo, and to make it wet ... as I raised
it to my lips, he told me to imagine it was his cock, and started to
describe what he wanted me to do.  Instantly, it WAS his cock ... and I
sucked it into my mouth greedily.

My tongue swirling around it, I pushed it further into my mouth ... lips
clamped tight around it, feeling it fill me.  I pushed until I hit the
back of my throat, and I started to gag .. but his voice kept going,
encouraging me, telling me to swallow his cock, to feel him fuck my
face, to feel him fuck my throat, and I paused for a moment,
controllling the gag reflex, then pushed again.

I knew that I was moaning, that I was making wet, slippery, sucking
sounds, and I knew that he could hear them, too.  His voice got harsher,
deeper, telling  me to suck more of his cock, to suck it harder, to show
him how much I wanted his cock.

With every word, I sucked harder and harder.  It WAS his cock in my
mouth, it was his cock pushing into my throat, his cock filling my
mouth, and I simply couldn't get enough.  I wanted more of it, all of
it.  I wanted to feel him fuck my throat, I wanted to feel him rock
against me, to feel him jerk my head back with his hands while he drove
his cock deeper and deeper.

Suddenly, he told me to stop and to take the dildo from my mouth.  As I
did, I realized that I could smell my own arousal, and knew how wet I
must already be.  Still breathing harshly, I stayed still, waiting for
his next instruction.  He didn't wait long.

He told me to take my silver bullets, one of my favorite toys, and to
push one deep in my pussy.  It slid right in, I was so incredibly wet.
My fingers instantly became slippery with my own wetness.  He told me to
place the other right against my clit, and as I did I cried out, just a
little, because the little nub was already so hard, so sensitized. 

He told me to turn them both onto low, and I cried out again, louder
this time, feeling one throb so deep inside, the other teasing and
tormenting my clit.  Quickly, he told me to lie on my side, and to get
the vibrating butt plug.  I moaned loudly, my mind racing as the
instruction sank in. 

He told me to wet it as I'd wet the vibrator, and I greedily sucked it
into my mouth.  Again, it instantly became his cock, as he encouraged me
to suck harder, to swallow it, to shove it all into my mouth.  Moaning
nonstop, my body trembling, on the very brink, I sucked and slurped and
drew it farther and farther into my mouth, into my throat.

I heard him say my name sharply, and stopped sucking.  He told me to
pull it from my mouth and I whimpered softly as he told me to press the
head against my ass.  His voice got harsher again, deeper, and he told
me to push the tip  into my ass.  I cried out sharply as I felt it tug
against the sensitive skin, but I kept pushing until the tip was firmly
inside.

He knew that I was at the brink, and asked me what was wrong.  I just
moaned in response.  He asked again, and I told him that I needed to
cum.  He reminded me that I had to ask first, and I said, "Please,
please, may I cum?"  His response was "No, not yet" and I cried out in
frustration. 

The bullets were still throbbing in my cunt, and it took everything I
had to hold back my orgasm.  Suddenly, sharply, he said, "Push in the
butt plug NOW, all the way!" 

My hand jerked with a mind of its own, following his instructions, and I
screamed as I rammed it in, feeling it push and open my ass.  I
immediately began begging him, please, please, I needed to cum.  He
said, "Yes, Darlin, cum for me while you fuck your ass."

Instantly, I was pushed over the edge ... the butt plug became his cock,
driving in and out of my ass, filling me, spearing me, pushing into me,
and the silver bullets became his fingers, teasing me, probing into me,
and I screamed louder still as my orgasm rocked my entire body. 

I jerked and spasmed and moaned and cried out, my entire being wrapped
tightly around the orgasm, riding wave after wave.  His voice didn't
stop the entire time ... sometimes I heard the words, sometimes just the
tone, but it was all good.  He encouraged me and praised me and murmured
to me, and as my body finally began to slow down, I heard the arousal in
his voice, and instantly felt my body jerk in response.

He told me to leave the toys just as they were, buried deep inside me,
and to get the big dildo again.  I eagerly grabbed for it, and already
had my mouth open when he told me to start sucking it.  Again, he told
me to imagine that it was his cock.  I needed no encouragement, as soon
as I felt it touch my lips, it WAS his cock.

I wrapped my lips tight around it, sucking it strongly.  My tongue
swirled and danced over it, wetting it as I pushed it deeper into my
mouth.  His voice got rougher as he told me to start fucking my mouth
with it, and I moaned around it as it hit the back of my throat.  I
gagged slightly the first time, and moaned as I paused for a moment to
control the reflex.

I moaned again, much louder, when he told me to say his name while I
sucked it.  And I did, over and over and over.  I knew that my voice was
garbled, that it was unclear, but knowing that it was his cock in my
mouth, his name on my lips, drove me back to the edge instantly.

He told me to suck harder, to fuck my throat faster, and I could hear
the urgency in his voice.  I moaned around it again, saying his name,
and I began to beg him to fuck my face, my words slightly garbled around
the dildo. 

I heard his breathing change, it became faster still and harsher, and he
cried out softly.  Hearing him orgasm pushed me over the edge again,
harder this time, and I pictured him driving  into my mouth,  feeling
him ram his cock into my throat, feeling his hips buck against my face.
I felt his hands in my hair, holding my head in place.  I imagined his
pubic hair scratching my face, I felt his balls slapping against me, I
imagined his scent and his taste.  .  I felt  his cock grow and stiffen
even more in my mouth, and I felt him exploding ... his cock jerking and
spasming, his cum pouring and pumping into my mouth and throat.

Panting, body drenched with sweat, I slowly came back to my senses.
Neither of us spoke for several long moments.  We simply didn't need
to.  Still blindfolded, I was feeling around  for my pepsi when I heard
him say, "Hey."  I smiled into the phone, and softly said,   "Hey."