AUTHOR = Switch Blayde
E-MAIL = switch_blayde@hotmail.com
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The hushed house was so peaceful. Only the meticulous ticking of a clock and the 27 year old's light snoring was heard. That is until the harsh ringing of the telephone shattered the silence. Jason begrudgingly opened his eyes and took a minute for his befuddled brain to function. He wanted nothing more than to return to sleep, but the incessant ringing prevented it.
"Hello?" Jason sleepily spoke into the abusive instrument.
The only sound heard was his own breathing. Jason again mumbled something, but there was no response. He was about to hang up when faint noises filled his ear. They sounded like moans.
"Hello?" Jason tried again. "Is someone there?" The moans seemed to get louder. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" he asked, now awake and concerned.
But no one answered. Instead, Jason heard the sounds getting louder. And now there was a squeaking noise, followed by grunting. Jason was about to hang up when he heard a voice.
"Hello?" he asked again. "Is anyone there?"
The voice got louder and clearer, and now recognizable as female. That definitely got Jason's attention.
"Ooohhh, yeah!" the first identifiable words came through the phone. "Baby, do it!"
Jason listened more intently. What was going on? Then the squeaks got louder and faster. It was a bed... the bed was squeaking. The woman was crying out and the bed was squeaking. "Oh my god," Jason said out loud, "they're fucking!"
"Now! Now! Do it now! Cum... NOW!! Aaahhhhhh!!!!"
Jason heard the female scream and then heavy breathing... and then a click followed by silence. Jason pressed the telephone against his ear, straining to hear more, but there was nothing but the thumping of his blood pulsing through his body as his heart beat fast. He pulled the telephone away from his ear and held it in front of his face, staring at it... wondering if it had been a dream.
Placing the telephone back in its cradle, Jason tried to go back to sleep but tossed and turned. The sounds of the woman were played over and over again in his mind. They were of pure pleasure... ecstasy. Rehearing the moans and screams in his head, Jason frantically fisted his cock until spurt after spurt of hot cream covered his chest and belly. Drained, Jason finally fell back to sleep.
The next night, Jason lay in his bed trying to fall asleep. But he couldn't relax. He kept waiting for the telephone to ring... but it didn't. Tossing and turning, Jason kept looking over at his end table in the dark... waiting... waiting... waiting. But the demands of the hard workday finally caused his eyelids to get heavy. He fought to keep them up, but soon he had fallen into a deep sleep.
"RINGGGG!!!"
Jason shot up in bed, momentarily disoriented, but then grabbed the telephone. "Hello? Hello?" he almost shouted, breathlessly. But there was only silence. "Hello? Please talk to me."
Jason pressed the plastic instrument to his ear, trying to hear something... anything. All he heard was his heart beating and his own breathing. He waited and waited, straining so hard to hear anything that he squeezed his eyes shut to block out any sense other than the one of hearing. And then his efforts were rewarded.
"Lick it. Oh god, lick my pussy," he heard a woman's voice plead.
Jason began sweating. He didn't say anything, not wanting to break the spell. It was the same woman as the night before. The woman sounded like she was in a tunnel. That confused Jason until he realized her phone was on speaker. She was making love to someone with her telephone on speaker so that Jason could hear them. He began stroking his hard cock.
"I'm so hot," the woman continued in a panting voice. "You eat pussy sooo good. Oh honey, lick me good. Can you taste me? Do I taste good? Mmmmm, I wonder if the guy on the phone would want a taste? But only your mouth is on my juicy, wet pussy. Yeah baby, lick me. Oh god that feels good."
Jason stopped jerking off when it sunk in that the woman mentioned him. She knew he was listening and it evidently added to her pleasure.
"Yes, I would love to taste you," Jason said into the telephone, hoping to become more involved.
But he was ignored.
"Oh baby, lick me good. I'm gonna cum. Oh baby, right there. Oh god, your finger... it's... oh baby, oh baby... I... aaahhhhh!!!"
Jason was breathing hard. He listened to the lovemaking... at the woman cumming... and didn't even realize he had orgasmed along with her. The phone was pressed to his ear while he strained to hear. He heard the woman's heavy breathing, but nothing more.
"I want to suck your cock now," the woman announced. "It's so hard. Mmmmm, I want it in my mouth."
And then the woman's words were garbled. Jason tried to understand what she was saying, but it was like something was in her mouth. Something was! She was sucking the man's cock while talking. Then she stopped talking and only slurping sounds were heard.
"Mmmm, mmmm." The sounds of moaning came through the telephone. They were much deeper than the other ones and Jason assumed the man was moaning... while the woman sucked his cock. Jason wished he knew what the woman looked like. He saw her lips around a hard cock, but couldn't put a face to the image. "Suck me," the man's voice continued. "Suck my cock. Go deep. Oh yeah, all the way in. Oh fuck, I'm in your throat. Shit, suck it... suck my cock."
The slurping became louder, occasionally interrupted by gagging. The woman was deep-throating the man. By the frequency of the gags, Jason visualized her head moving up and down the hard cock rapidly. And the slurping told him her mouth was wet and sucking the cock.
"Oh shit," the man cried out. "Oh... aarrgghh!!!"
Jason listened to the man grunting and pictured him holding the woman's head as he spurted his semen into her mouth... down her throat. He thought he even heard her swallowing. Then all he heard was heavy breathing... then silence... then the click. He was once again alone in his bedroom with his sticky sperm all over his body and a hard cock in his fist. He pumped a few more times, thinking about being in the couple's bedroom watching them, when his cock erupted a second time.
The next night Jason anxiously awaited the call. While sitting nude on his bed, gently caressing his cock to keep it hard but no more, he kept staring at the telephone. But the harder he stared at it the more inanimate it seemed. He was addicted to the telephone... no, to the woman on the other end of the line. He stared and stared, his hand eventually falling off his cock at his side.
"BRMMM, BRMMM, BRMMM."
Jason awoke with a start and grabbed the telephone. "Hello? Hello? Anyone there?" he shouted.
"BRMMM, BRMMM, BRMMM."
Jason looked at the telephone as if expecting it to talk to him, but it was silent. However, the "BRMMM" noise continued. Jason realized the sound was coming from his clock alarm so he smacked the top of the clock to silence it. Jason sat on his bed, crestfallen. It was morning. The woman had not called.
Dejected, Jason climbed out of bed and began washing up. He was so depressed that he didn't bother to get dressed for work. Instead, the 27 year old made a call and left a message on his boss' voice mail that he was sick. It wasn't a total lie since he really wasn't feeling well. Jason got back into bed and pulled the covers over his head.
"RINGGGG!!!"
When the phone rang Jason had fallen back to sleep. "Hello," he answered it, prepared to tell his boss how bad he felt.
"Oh good, you're home," a female voice said.
"Yes, who's this?" Jason asked, expecting his boss.
"You know," she simply said.
Then it hit him. "Why didn't you call last night?" was the first thing that came out of his mouth.
"Did you miss me?" the stranger's voice teased.
"I was waiting for your call."
"Hmmm, I didn't know you liked it so much."
"I-I do."
"Does it excite you?"
"Yes, very much."
"Do you get hard?"
"Yes."
"Good, I get excited knowing you're listening," she admitted. "Do you jerk off?" When there was no answer, she said, "C'mon, let's be honest with each other. You can tell me."
"Yes," Jason said sheepishly.
"I'm glad. It'll make me hotter next time knowing you're hard and jerking off."
"Next time?"
"Of course... unless you don't want me to call anymore."
"No! I mean yes. Please call again."
"Okay, if that's what you want." And then after a pause, the woman asked, "What about now?"
"What do you mean?" the befuddled man asked.
"There's no one here, but maybe we can have some fun."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, let me put the phone on speaker and then you can tell me what to do," she explained.
"Where are you?" Jason asked.
"On my bed," replied the female voice with the familiar speaker phone echo.
"What are you wearing?"
"Nothing."
"You're naked?!"
"As the day I was born."
"Oh Christ! I wish I could see you!"
"Hmmm, maybe I can help. I have dark hair and big brown eyes with long lashes. Not fake either. I'm blessed with long thick eyelashes. Hmmm, now where was I? Oh, are you a tit man?"
"Yeah, I like boobs," Jason said, almost panting.
"I'm not big up there," the woman admitted, "only 34B. But they're firm and a nice cone shape."
"That sounds great."
"I have big nipples though. When they're hard they stand out 'bout half an inch... maybe more. Where was I? Oh yeah... I'm 5 foot 6 inches tall and... what else would you like to know?"
"How much do you weigh?"
"Don't you know not to ask a woman her weight? But, don't worry, I'm not fat. I work out a lot and have a slim, firm body. What else?"
"Um... how old are you?"
"Uh oh, another touchy one. How old are you?" she asked.
"Twenty-seven."
"Hmmm, you may think me old then."
"No I won't... promise," Jason said quickly, sounding much younger than 27.
"Well, I'm thirty-five. Do you think I'm old?"
"No, not at all."
"Good answer. What else?"
"Um, I don't know."
"Really? Don't you want to know what my pussy looks like?"
"Oh god, yes!"
"Are you hard?"
"Yes," Jason admitted.
"Good. Jerk off while I tell you about my pussy. Okay?"
"I'm doing it."
"I wish I could see you doing it. Anyway, I'm completely shaved. Not even a little patch at the top. This way nothing is hidden. I'm blessed with long inner lips that hang out of my slit. Are you pumping your dick?"
"Yes," Jason said, breathing hard.
"Good. Now picture me with my legs spread apart... because that's how they are. My bald pussy is clearly in view with my inner labia hanging out. I'm prying myself open with my fingers so you can 'see' inside. Are you still jerking off?"
"Yes," Jason struggled to speak.
"I have a big clit. I'm pulling the fleshy hood back so that you can 'see' it. It's hard knowing you're jerking off. Wait, I have to... I had to wet my finger. Now I'm rubbing my clit. Mmmm, it feels so good. I wish you were here to do it for me."
"Ooohhhh!!!"
"Are you okay?" the woman asked. "You sound like you're in pain."
After a pause, Jason said, "I'm okay. I... um... I came."
"Did you shoot a lot of your white stuff all over your body?"
"Yes. A lot of it. On my chest and belly and hand...."
"Click." The phone went dead.
Jason stared at his hand holding the telephone, and then stared at his other hand holding his still hard cock. Now that he had a description, he imagined the woman lying naked on her bed with her legs spread, showing him her bald beaver. He frantically pumped his meat until another gusher of white cream erupted like a volcano, the lava-like substance flowing over his fist.
Jason moped around his apartment, waiting for the telephone to ring. He wondered what the woman looked like. He knew her basic characteristics, but that wouldn't enable him to recognize her in a crowd. Hell, she could be right in front of him without knowing it was her. Then he wondered if he knew her. Why had she called his number? Was it purely chance or did she know him... and he know her? His mind whirled like a photo slide show, bringing up images of women that met her description, but came up blank. It must have been a random call.
"RINGGGG!!!"
Jason was about to pick up the telephone in the living room, but hoped it was the mysterious woman. He ran to his bedroom and jumped across the width of the bed, his arm extended. Capturing the phone while still bouncing on the mattress, Jason brought it to his ear.
Out of breath, Jason said into the mouthpiece, "Is... [pant] is that... [pant] you?"
"Ohhh yessss!" came the woman's voice with the familiar echo of her speaker.
"What are you doing?" Jason asked.
"Yes, yes... oh yesss!"
"Huh?" Jason asked, confused. "Are you talking to me?"
"Yes, yes."
"You are? Then...."
"Yessss, don't stop."
Jason finally realized he was being ignored. It was the woman talking, or rather moaning, but not to him. He continued to listen.
"Oh baby, your tongue feels soooo gooood," the woman said. "Lick me... yeah, like that. Don't stop. Please, don't... oh god, right there! I'm so wet. Can you taste it? Oh god, how many fingers do you have inside me?"
Jason had ripped his clothes off and was masturbating. The woman was with her lover again. He wondered if they were going to fuck soon so he could hear the squeaking of the bed.
"Are you jerking off?" the woman asked.
Jason wondered why she was asking her lover if he was jerking off. Was she blindfolded?
"Answer me, whatever your name is. Please tell me if you're jerking off."
"Do you mean me?" Jason asked.
"Yes."
Jason hesitated, confused. "Is that yes answering me?"
"Yes, I'm talking to you. Just like this morning. Are you jerking off listening to us?"
"Yes."
"Good. Oh god, I'm so hot! Can you hear me? I'm being eaten out and I'm so fuckin' horny. Can you 'see' me with my legs spread and a tongue on my shaved pussy? Oh god it feels sooo good. Fingers inside me and a tongue on my clit. And knowing you're jerking off listening to us makes it even better. I'm close baby, I'm close. Keep doing that. Keep do... oh shit, what's that?!"
"What happened?" Jason almost shouted.
"Holy shit, I now have a thumb in my ass. Oh god, use your fingers in both holes... and lick me baby. I can't hold back any longer. I'm gonna cum. Oh god... oh god, don't sto... don't... aaahhhhhh!!!"
Jason waited, listening to the heavy breathing on the other end of the phone line. He pictured the woman lying on her bed naked with the man's face between her spread thighs. In his mind her body was twitching, while her breasts moved up and down with her heavy breathing. And then there was silence.
"Did you cum?" the woman asked.
"Me?" Jason responded, not knowing when she was talking to him or her lover.
"Yes, you."
"No, not yet."
"Sorry, but I couldn't wait any longer. It felt too good. Keep jerking off for us."
"I am," Jason admitted.
"Come up here baby and give me a kiss." Jason listened intently and then heard the noisy kiss. "Yeah baby, I can taste my juices on your lips and tongue. You eat me out better than anyone else. Say hello to my friend on the phone. He's jerking off listening to us."
"Hello."
"Click."
Jason came when he heard the voice of another woman. It wasn't a man eating her out... it was another woman!
After that day, Jason went to work, hurried home, and waited for the telephone to ring. But it didn't. Day after day went by... Jason not going out with his friends... staying home alone... waiting for the telephone to ring... waiting... waiting. He was afraid he'd miss the call. But there was no call. He was exhausted and grateful he was able to sleep in on Saturday.
"RINGGGG!!!"
"What?! Huh?" Jason said, disoriented from being awoken from a deep sleep. "Oh shit!" he exclaimed dropping the telephone, but then finding it with his eyes almost completely shut. "Hello?"
"Oh... oh... oh," his sleepy foggy brain heard, along with a bed squeaking.
"Is that you?" Jason asked.
"Oh god, fuck me harder!" the woman's voice screamed, not answering him directly.
Jason was now fully awake. "Are you with a man or woman?" he asked.
"Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Oh god your cock feels so good. Ram it in me. Oh yeah, like that. I can feel you inside me. Oh baby, fuck me hard."
"It's a man, right?" Jason asked stupidly.
"Baby, fuck me."
Again Jason was ignored. He was a spectator, not a participant. It didn't matter. He was rock hard and stroking his cock in time with the squeaks and what sounded like a headboard banging against the wall.
"Oh yeah, fuck her!" another woman's voice said.
Jason wondered what was going on. Was the woman being fucked by a man? What was the other woman doing there? Were there three women or a man and two women or what? Jason wished he could see instead of just hear.
"Your cock feels so good," the first woman said. "Oh, oh, oh, you feel so good. Oh baby, fuck me har... oh no, don't cum yet! Oh no... oh no."
Then there was silence. Jason strained his hearing, trying to "see" what was happening. But all he heard was grunting and panting.
"I didn't cum yet," the woman finally said. Jason could actually "see" her pouting. "You didn't wait."
"I'm sorry, but you felt too good," a man's voice apologized.
Then, after a pause, the woman said, "Are you still there?" Jason waited for someone to speak, but it was the same woman's voice who said, "Are you there? On the phone?"
Jason realized she was finally talking to him and answered, "Yes."
"Were you jerking off?"
Jason hesitated a moment, embarrassed because there were others listening, especially the man, but he finally said, "Yes."
"Did you cum yet?"
"No."
"Well, at least one of you guys waited for me," she said indignantly. "I wish I had your cock here now," she said.
"Me too," Jason replied.
"Hmmm, I still need to cum... and so do you. Why don't we play. I'm here with a man who just came before I was ready and a girlfriend who you had once met. Well, sort of met anyway. Remember the phone call with her and me?"
"How could I forget?" Jason said.
"Ah, then you liked hearing us make love. What is it with you guys? You all get turned on by girl/girl sex." The woman didn't expect an answer and continued, "Are you up for a little playing?"
"I'm as up as I'll ever be," Jason said with a little chuckle.
"Good, he has a sense of humor too. Okay, I haven't cum yet. I'm with a man and a woman. We will do anything you say. Just tell us what to do and we'll do it. Do you want to play?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, then let's begin. We're all naked on the same bed. Tell us what to do."
"What do you mean?"
"We'll be your puppets. Tell us what to do and we'll do it... anything."
"What are your names?" Jason asked.
"No names," the woman replied sternly.
"Then how will you know who I'm talking about?"
"Hmmm, you have a point. Call me 'Girl-1' and my sweet girlfriend here 'Girl-2.' Call my boyfriend 'Man,' 'cause he's all man. Giggle."
"Can I speak to anyone or just you?"
"Um, I guess to anyone."
"Man, were you wearing a rubber?"
"Never! I always go in bareback," the man replied.
"So you came inside Girl-1?"
"Yep."
"Too soon," Girl-1 interjected.
"Girl-2?" Jason said.
"Yes?" the other woman's voice came through the telephone.
"Eat out Girl-1. Lick and suck Man's cum from her cunt."
Jason heard some bodies shifting and then the first woman exclaimed, "Oh thank you for telling her to do that. Oh god, she has such a good tongue. She first licked the cum off the outside and now she... oh god... she's inside me. Her tongue is driving me crazy. Eat his sperm, bitch! Lick me clean! Yeah, oh yeah. She's holding me open, sucking his sperm right out of my hole."
Jason actually heard the slurping and sucking noises. He was frantically beating his meat. The first woman stopped talking and was moaning. At least Jason thought it was her since she stopped talking and the other woman's mouth was busy.
"Man?" Jason asked.
"Yeah?" came the reply.
"Is it sexy? Is what they're doing sexy?"
"Hell yes!"
"Are you hard again?"
"Getting there."
"Is your cock still wet and sticky from your fuck?"
"Yeah."
"Straddle Girl-1's head and stick your cock in her mouth. Girl-1, suck Man's cock." Jason waited, but didn't hear a response. "Are you going to do it?"
"Shit, she's sucking my cock now!" the man exclaimed. "God she has a great mouth."
"Is Girl-2 still eating her?"
"Yeah, behind me. She's really licking her pussy now. And by the way Bar... I mean Girl-1... is sucking, Girl-2 must be doing a hell of a job. Girl-1 licked me clean and brought me back to hardness. I'm fully hard and she's almost deep-throating me. God, what a mouth. Should I ram my cock down her throat? Your call. We'll do whatever you say. Do you want...? OUCH!!"
"What happened?" Jason asked.
"Shit, the bitch bit me when she came," the man explained.
"Tell the girls to kiss and hold the phone next to their mouths," Jason said. "I want to hear them sharing the cum."
Jason waited and then heard the passionate kissing. He could only picture their cum-covered tongues flapping against each other's. But it was enough to bring his climax on. His sperm shot into the air like a geyser.
"Girl-2, get between Girl-1's legs again and eat her out again. Keep your ass raised. Man, fuck Girl-2 from behind while she's eating Girl-1," Jason instructed.
Again there was the noise of bodies shuffling and then a few grunts.
"She's eating me again," Girl-1 said, "and Man's fucking her from behind. I can feel her face push into my pussy each time he thrusts his cock into her. I love threesomes. Thanks for telling us to do this."
Jason listened to the bodies slapping against each other and the moans and grunts the three strangers were making. He was still hard and stroking his cock, visualizing the scene he could only hear. From time to time the first woman added commentary to describe the action, but soon she was lost in the sexual gratification of the other woman's tongue on her pussy. Jason heard a high pitched screech and was told by the first woman that Girl-2 had cum. Then the man grunted and announced he was cumming... and did.
"That was great," the first woman said after a moment's silence.
"Sounds like the other two came," Jason said.
"They sure did. They're still breathing hard with their eyes closed."
"But you didn't cum again?"
"Nope."
"Too bad," Jason sympathized with her.
"Do you want me to cum?" she asked.
"Yeah."
"What if I masturbate with my panties and cum all over them?"
"Okay."
"Would you like to smell my panties afterwards?"
"Hell yes!!"
"Okay, I'll do it."
Jason didn't understand where the woman was going and assumed what she meant by "smell" was the same as the way he "saw" them -- in his mind! But his attention was drawn back to the telephone as he heard her moaning as she masturbated. It took a while, but eventually she called out that she was cumming and gave a little squeal.
"Hmmm, I got the panties really wet," the woman said when she was able to speak again.
"But how can I smell them?" Jason asked.
"Um, I can mail them to you."
"Will you?"
"Sure, just let me get a pencil and paper. Okay, give me your address."
Jason provided his address information without divulging his name.
"Click."
Two days later Jason came home from work and opened his mailbox. There was a package in it along with the letters. He ran upstairs and tore the envelop open, finding a pair of red panties inside a Ziplock airtight baggie. He unzipped the baggie and pressed his nose into the opening. The woman's pussy scent was very strong. Jason spent the next hour fondling and smelling the woman's panties, jerking off four times in succession.
"RINGGGG!!!"
"Did you get my present?" Jason heard the familiar woman's voice ask as he pressed the telephone to his ear.
"Yes, thank you."
"Did you jerk off while smelling them?"
"Yes."
"Good, that's why I sent them to you. I've been thinking. I never expected to do this, but would you like to meet? You know, to have sex with me?"
"Would I ever," Jason answered jubilantly.
"What if you don't want to after seeing me?" she asked, trepidation in her voice.
"Are you kidding?" Jason exclaimed. "Do you really look the way you described yourself?"
"Yes, exactly."
"Don't worry about me not wanting to have sex with you. Are you serious about meeting me and having sex with me?"
"Honey, if you're willing, I will suck your cock like no one has ever before and fuck your brains out."
"Okay, when?"
"I've never done this before," the woman said. "I've had phone sex a lot, but never met anyone in person. Can you meet me in a bar so that we can have a drink first and, um, get to know each other?"
"Sure. Name the time and place."
The woman gave Jason the name of the bar and its address. It would be an almost two hour drive each way, but he felt it would be worth it. They chose a date and time to meet and then the woman said goodbye -- for the first time -- and hung up.
Jason couldn't believe he was actually going to meet the woman and have sex with her. He couldn't wait until the appointed day, but finally it was upon him. He hopped into his car and made the long drive, having some difficulty finding the bar. He parked and went inside. The bar was rather crowded, but Jason found an empty seat. He ordered a drink, looking around, searching for the woman whose description was etched in his brain. He was wearing the clothes they agreed upon so that she could recognize him.
Jason waited and waited. He knew women were often late, but it was half an hour past their agreed to time. He waited 15 more minutes, consuming another drink, and then left dejected. He drove home without even putting the radio on. He just drove in the dark silence and sulked.
Jason unlocked the door to his apartment with the intent to check his answering machine for messages. Maybe she had left him a message. Filled with hope, Jason entered his apartment and turned on the light.
Jason stood still like the proverbial deer in the headlights. He was frozen to the spot. His brain tried to comprehend what his eyes were seeing, but he was too confused. His apartment was empty. I mean empty! There was nothing. No furniture, no TV, no stereo, no nothing! Even his telephones were gone. Stunned, Jason walked around like a zombie, opening closet doors and kitchen cabinets. Even his clothes and food had been taken. He had been robbed. More than robbed -- wiped out! All his possessions were missing. He went to sit on a chair, or the bed, or anything, but everything was gone. All that remained were the indents in the carpet outlining his missing furniture like police chalk around bodies that were removed at a homicide scene. He finally crumbled to the floor with his face buried in his hands, trying to block out the emptiness.
Jason never received another call from the woman -- even after he got a new telephone.
THE END
