“What? What’s wrong?”
“God! Nothing. Nothing at all. In fact, everything is just right. How about you?”
“Oh, what do you expect. Bored. Bored out of my mind.”
I can’t say that. No, not at all bored.
Come to the Phone
Brittany (Minneapolis, USA)
I may have only turned eighteen just a few months ago, but with my extremely vivid imagination, I’d be willing to bet that I’ve had more sexual fantasies in my short life than most girls twice, or even three times, my age. I’m horny just about all the time, but since I’m saving myself for my future husband, whoever that may be, I can’t act on my hormonal impulses – except in my head, of course.
I’ve had more straight and lesbian threesomes, foursomes, and orgies, involving everything from anilingus to zoo animals, in my mind, than most porn stars have for real in a twenty-year career. And two of the stars in my X-rated heaven are my best friend, Tracy, and her hottie of a boyfriend, Matt. Mix me and them together, add a dash of phone sex, and you’ve got the recipe for one of my typical scorching-hot fantasies . . .
Tracy and I were sitting around yakking one night, about – what else? – sex, when she boldly declared that her boyfriend liked to talk dirty to her on the phone. I yelled, “No way!” and dared her to prove it.
She scooped up her cell and punched some buttons, never one to turn down a dare. “Hey, Matt, it’s me!” she bubbled into the phone. She was sitting cross-legged on her bed, right next to me, clad in a pair of pink panties and a sleeveless undershirt. Her nipples pressed hard against the thin material of her top, and I spotted a couple of blonde short n’ curlies peeking out from the sides of her panties.
“It’s me – Tracy!” she yelled, her pretty face turning angry when Matt didn’t recognize her voice right away. Her hunky jock of a boyfriend had a reputation for playing the field, and not just on the gridiron. “Yeah, whatever, anyway, I’m home all alone and, well, you know . . .”
She burst out giggling as Matt said something to her – something dirty, no doubt. Then the cute, suntanned blonde with the Jennifer Aniston breasts and Jennifer Lopez butt set the phone down on her bedside table and pressed a button. “Can you hear me now, Matt?” she shouted, grinning at me and winking.
“Loud and clear, babe!” Matt responded, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine – right to my cunny.
“Okay, good. Now make with the dirty talk. And make it real dirty – filthy – or I’ll hang up and let Mr V work his magic.”
“Not to worry, babe. I’ll give you enough good vibrations to get you off.”
I pictured the tall, muscular, blue-eyed, black-haired stud in my mind and rubbed my thighs through my pajama bottoms. Tracy ran her own hot, little, brown hands up and down the sides of her body, blatantly cupped her titties and squeezed. I wasn’t exactly sure just how far the horny hottie was going to take this, but I was willing to go along for the ride.
“So, what’re you gonna do to me, big boy?” Tracy asked, in a Mae West kind of voice.
“Huh? Yeah. Well, first I’m gonna get a good grip on those sopping wet panties of yours, pull them down your long, smooth legs – pull them off and sniff them maybe, before I toss ‘em aside and –”
“Slow down!” Tracy squealed. “Let me get them off, will you!” She snatched up the phone and covered it with her hand. “Wanna help out, Brittany?” she asked me.
“What?”
“Yeah! It’ll be fun! You do everything that Matt says he’s gonna do to me.” Her glossy lips broke into a sly smile. “That is, I dare you to do everything that Matt says he’s gonna do to me.”
I stared into the turned-on teen’s baby-blue eyes, my face as red as a stop sign. So this was how far she wanted to take it; she wanted me to get lezzy on her!
“We’ll have a great time,” she promised. “And a good laugh at Matt’s expense.” She bit her plush lower lip and batted her long eyelashes at me, pretending like it was all a big joke – which I knew she knew I knew it wasn’t; once we’d gone and done the girl-on-girl deed, our friendship could never be the same again.
Tracy and I have been best buds since kindergarten, grown up together, and we even kissed and Frenched and dry-humped when we were in junior high, just fooling around, mind you – simulating what it would feel like to have a boy make love to us; but I’d never known that the girl had the hots for me. I swallowed hard and let my brown eyes roam over her luscious, eighteen-year-old body – her lithe, honey-dipped legs, her small, delicately-arched feet with the sparkly nail polish, her perky tits with the jutting, porn star nipples, her warm, smiling face – and the rising damp between my quivering legs convinced me that it was indeed time to explore a whole new dimension to our friendship.
“Bring it on, girlfriend,” I said quietly.
“Yes!” she yelped, fumbling the phone back onto the bed-stand. “You still there, Matty-boy?”
“Yeah, what the –?”
“Say again what you’re gonna do with my panties.” Tracy untangled her dancer’s legs and leaned back against the headboard, started caressing my legs with her playful peds.
“I’m, uh, gonna slide your soaking panties down your long legs . . .”
Tracy slapped my leg with one of her feet and gestured excitedly at me, and I scrambled onto my knees, crawled closer, and slid my trembling fingers under the elastic band on her panties, as she gave me a peck of encouragement on the cheek. My arms shook like willow branches in a hurricane, but somehow I managed to pull her panties down, as she lifted her bum off the bed. I slid the teensy underwear off her legs, then stared, transfixed, at her glistening, blonde cunny. Her rosy-red pussy lips were slick with moisture, and she reached down and pulled them apart, showing off her pink.
“Got your panties off yet?” Matt asked.
“Oh, yeah,” Tracy murmured, spreading her legs as wide as they’d go.
“Well, anyway, like I said, I’m gonna sniff your panties, smell your hot cunt juices, and then –”
“Wait!” Tracy shrieked, kicking me again.
I awakened from my trance and brought the sexy girl’s panties up to my face, my eyes still locked on her juicy, wide-open cunny. I pressed the soft, warm cotton against my nose and took a good, long whiff, smelling Tracy’s sweet, secret scent, my brain swimming and my body going all hot and heavy.
“Then I’m gonna toss your panties aside,” Matt continued, “and start strokin’ that furry, blonde beaver of yours.”
Tracy grabbed my right hand and placed it directly over the top of her cunny. “Yes!” she gasped.
I dropped her panties and started rubbing her muff. There was no turning back now – once you’ve gone as far as stroking a chick’s cunny, you’ve just got to get her off. I fluttered my fingers through her downy fur, rubbed her damp lips, as she gripped my wrist and moaned, squirmed around on the bed. I rubbed her like I’d rubbed myself so many, many times before.
“I’m gonna pull your top off, get you totally naked,” Matt went on.
Tracy let go of my wrist and wrestled her undershirt off, so that she was as nude and lewd as Matt wanted her – as I wanted her. Her titties were as sun-kissed brown as the rest of her hot bod, except for two white bikini triangles that framed her cherry-red nipples. I kept on stroking her gash, getting bolder and buffing her clitty with my thumb, while she groped her bare boobs, squeezed and kneaded them, rolled her inch-long nipples between her fingers.
“Got your top off?” Matt asked.
“Yeah . . . it’s off,” Tracy breathed, her eyes closed, her head lolling back against some propped-up pillows, as I petted her puss, polished her clit.
“Okay, next I’m gonna grab those jugs of yours and play with them awhile – while we French.”
I gulped, the temperature in the room suddenly shooting up a hundred degrees or so. I had to keep blinking my eyes to see straight, but I did as I was told. I lifted my slickened hand off Tracy’s cunny and wrapped i
t around one of her boobs, did the same with my other hand, started gently massaging her firm, warm titties.
I watched in amazement as her ever-hard nipples grew even longer, and then she grabbed my head and mashed her velvety lips against my lips. My overheated body was jolted with sexual electricity as she hungrily kissed me, and I fumbled with her titties, plucked at her rigid nipples, until the gorgeous girl drove her tongue through my parted lips and into my mouth.
I almost fainted as Tracy scoured the inside of my gaping mouth with her slashing tongue, slamming it into my tongue. Eventually, though, I responded in kind, holding onto her handful tits for dear life as we slapped our slippery, pink tongues together, wildly Frenched each other.
“Like I said, I’m gonna swipe tongue with you and juggle your knockers around until you’re really hot and bothered,” Matt droned on, as Tracy and I urgently tongue-wrestled. “Then I’m gonna apply some mouth-action to your tits – lick those wicked nipples of yours, suck on them like a baby sucks on his mama’s teat.”
I pulled away from Tracy’s mouth, bent my dizzy head down to her heaving chest and started tonguing her girlish titties, her succulent nipples.
“Fuck, yeah!” she groaned, clutching at my long, black tresses.
I licked and licked first one of her obscenely swollen nipples, and then the other, lapping at her buds like a kitten laps at a bowl of warm milk. Then I squeezed her right boob so that her nipple shot out impossibly long, and I vacuumed it into my mouth and sucked on it.
“Mmm,” she whimpered, her fingers tightening on my hair, pulling me into her chest.
“And after workin’ over your rack for a while, I’m gonna stick my face between your boobs and then drag my tongue from there all the way down to your flat belly, into your muff,” Matt said, commanding me to do likewise.
I reluctantly disgorged Tracy’s spit-slickened left tit, kissed each of her protruding nips goodbye, and then jammed my face in between her titties. I stuck out my tongue and licked at her cleavage, licked my way down her hot, bronze body – all the way down to her navel. I tongued her silver belly-button stud for a moment, then continued my wet, wicked skin-descent, till I tasted fur.
“I’m gonna open up your pussy and shove my tongue deep into your hole,” Matt instructed, his voice rising with excitement. “I’m gonna fuckin’ fuck your juicy twat with my tongue!”
Music to my burning ears! I slithered onto my belly, positioned my face in between Tracy’s golden thighs, and tentatively touched her glistening glory-hole flaps with my twitching fingers. She moaned, mumbled my name, cupped and fondled her damp titties. I pulled her dewy lips apart and stared into her shiny, ultra-pink pink, and then swallowed my apprehension and took the final plunge into all-out girl-love-dove tongue-first into her dripping cunny, spearing her hot-slot with my pink blade.
“Ohmigod!” she bleated.
I pumped my hardened sticker in and out of her cunny, fucking her with my tongue over and over and over, my brain barely comprehending what my mouth was doing. She tasted sweet and tangy at the same time – just like I tasted – and, after tongue-drilling the writhing babe for a goodly amount of time, I licked her slow and hard clear from her butthole to her clitty, revelling in her funky flavour.
“I’m gonna lick your puss, like, a million times,” Matt chimed in, catching up to me. “Then I’m gonna shove two fingers into your tight, little twat and fuck you with my digits – while I slurp on your buzzer.”
The guy knew what a girl wants; it was no wonder he was so popular at school. I lifted my head and smacked my lips, swallowing some more of Tracy’s honey, and then I eased two of my purple-tipped fingers into her squishy poon, started sliding them back and forth in her gripping love tunnel.
“Yeah, fuck me!” she screamed, supposedly to Matt, but really to me.
I pounded my pokers into my best friend’s cunny, while I teased her clitty with my lashing tongue. She thrashed around on the bed like she’d grabbed a downed power line, gripped her titties so hard that I thought her nipples would shoot off and embed themselves in the ceiling. I frantically fucked her coochie with my digits, desperately licked her exposed, swelled-up nub, until she suddenly let loose an ear-piercing scream and her cunny gushed hot girlie juice all over my hand.
Tracy’s sweat-sheened body shuddered violently with orgasm, and when I tore my finger-plugs out of her boiling cunny, I was astonished to see that she wasn’t just coming, she was squirting!
“You’re gonna squirt come all over my face!” Matt hollered, so loud that it sounded like he was right there in the room with us. “And I’m gonna drink it all in!”
I feverishly buffed Tracy’s engorged clitty, as the distraught girl shook uncontrollably, her volcanic pussy spraying chick-jizz straight into my face, my open mouth. She erupted like a geyser, almost drowning me in her honey, but I managed to choke down just about all the squirt she could give me. And then, just as quickly as it had started, it was over. I lapped at her smouldering cunny, anxious to get every last sticky drop of her sweet n’ sour goodness.
“Tasty, huh, Brittany?” Matt said – and not through the phone.
I jerked my head up from between Tracy’s damp, quivering legs, swivelled it around – spotted Matt standing in the open doorway, his cell phone in one hand, his long, hard cock in the other.
“It got kinda boring down in the basement, so I thought I’d see how things were going up here,” he commented, grinning from ear to ear, stroking his awesome tool with a practised stroke.
I spun my eyes back to Tracy, and she popped a thin, tired smile, her girlish body still undulating with the aftershocks of her blistering orgasm. “I’ve wanted to get with you for a long time, Brittany,” she confessed. “And I thought, with Matt’s help, I could pull it off.” She puckered her pouty lips and blew me a kiss. “You were great, baby.”
I stared at her in disbelief, and then my jaw unhinged when she added, “And Matt’s been wanting to get busy with you, too, which I’ve got no problem with – provided you don’t?”
“I-I . . . sure!” I blurted. Who wouldn’t want to get it on with the best-looking dude in school?
Matt dropped his cell, and his jeans and Jockeys, ripped off his T-shirt, and stood there wearing only a pair of white sports socks and the father of all hard-on’s. Then he eagerly jumped onto the bed, joining us two intimate gal-pals.
Matt and Tracy helped me unbutton and pull off my pajama top, skin away my bottoms, until I was as stark, raving naked as they were. Tracy told me to turn around and lie back against her, which I did, and she wrapped her arms around my chest and hugged me tight, her sweaty hands gripping my bronze, medium-sized titties. I closed my eyes and sighed; I could’ve lain in Tracy’s blissful, skin-to-skin embrace forever.
“Be careful, Matt,” Tracy warned, shattering my rapture. “Brittany hasn’t had much experience with guys.”
“Oh, yeah?” Matt said, as his girlfriend, and mine, softly kissed the nape of my neck, ran her warm, wet tongue in behind my ear, caressed my tingling titties.
Matt grabbed my ankles and spread my legs open for business. Then he crawled into the gap, his huge cock pointing arrow-straight at my moist cunny. He gripped his giant dick at the base and steered it into my puffy pussy lips, shot his hips forward and punched the bloated head of his cock into my greasy slit. He grasped my thighs and lifted me up, jammed his monster cock all the way into my coochie.
“Yeah, fuck me! Please fuck me!” I implored the chiselled stud, my head spinning, my cunny electrified. My body burned with the ultra-erotic heat of Tracy’s greedy hands on my tremulous titties, her fingers primping my aching nipples, her tongue swirling around inside my ear; and with the fantastic, stuffed-full feeling of Matt’s thick meat buried deep inside my conch.
He grunted with pleasure at my wet tightness, started churning his hips, pumping my twat with his studly cock. He vigorously sawed back and forth in my stretched-out sex-hole, and I basked in the sensual sensations
of him fucking me, Tracy feeling me up.
It went on and on and on, until Matt torqued the sexual pressure up a couple more notches by redoubling his already frenzied cunt-stroke, and my cunny tingled alarmingly in prelude to certain, mind-blowing orgasm. I cracked my eyes open and stared blindly at Matt, his rock-hard body coated with perspiration as he hammered away at my cunny with his sledge of a cock, his face contorted into a grim mask of lust.
Then my entire lower body suddenly went numb, to such an extent that I could barely feel Matt pumping my puss, barely hear his body slapping against my thighs, was only vaguely aware of Tracy tugging on my titties, tonguing my neck. Then, just as suddenly, my cunny exploded and everything became crystal-clear – I could see and hear and feel every cock-thrust and nipple-pinch and wet kiss with an almost painful clarity – and I was overwhelmed. “I’m coming!” I wailed, my flaming body going inferno.
“Fuck, yeah!” Matt bellowed, frantically slamming me, then ripping his juice-slick dong out of my cunny and spraying thick, white-hot streams of jism down onto my snatch.
My cunny felt painfully empty without Matt’s mammoth cock, but Tracy quickly picked up the slack by reaching down and rubbing my clitty. She stroked me faster and faster and faster, till her hand was a blur, till my cunny exploded a second time and another humungous orgasm roared through me. My body arched like a bow stretched taut, and I desperately grabbed Tracy’s arms and held on tight, convulsing with ecstasy, coming close to blacking out as multiple orgasms tore me apart, as Matt doused my gushing cunny with his steaming jizz, dyeing my jet-black fur a sticky white.
I quivered with joy for what seemed a sexual eternity, until finally I collapsed back down into Tracy’s arms, my sweat-dappled body undulating with deep-down cunny satisfaction. Tracy kissed my neck and shoulders, Matt my lips and tits, and I closed my eyes and revelled in the warm, wet feeling of absolute fulfillment.
. . . And that’s just one of the gazillion or so fantasies that serve to bank my raging sexual fires for the time being, till I finally get married. Then some lucky dude’s not gonna know what hit him.
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