by Selena Kitt
I picked up the receiver and heard his voice. "I want both of you to suck my cock."
My eyes widened as I heard two women's voices purring over the phone lines. I clicked the "mute" button and turned over onto my back to listen.
"Mmmm, yeah, help me suck this big, hard cock, Suzy." I was amazed that I could recognize Marie's voice after hearing it only once, but I could.
"Ohhh yes, hold it for me, baby, let me lick it," the other woman, Suzy I assumed, murmured.
"Yeah," John whispered, and I could hear him, his breath coming faster. "Suck it, girls. Work that cock." They were both making slurping noises through the phone.
"Suzy," John said. "Are you a real redhead?"
"Yes," the woman said. "All over. Want to see?"
It occurred to me that Kelly was a redhead, and I wondered if there was a connection. My own breath was coming faster, and I couldn't help reaching down to touch myself, still wet and slick from my hard fucking in the garage.
"Yeah," John said. "Spread your pussy, baby. Let Marie lick your cunt."
"Ooooo, yeahhh," Suzy said. "I'm spreading my wet pussy for her. Come on, Marie... put your tongue on my clit."
"Ohhh, you taste so good, baby," Marie murmured. "God, I love licking your pussy."
I tried to imagine it, both women together, Suzy the redhead on her back, her legs spread, Marie's dark head working between her legs. What would it be like? What would it taste like? My nipples were hardening at the thought, and I rubbed my clit a little faster.
"I'm gonna fuck you, Marie," John said. "I'm gonna fuck your tight little cunt while you lick her."
"Ohhhh baby, yes!" Marie whispered. "I'll spread it open for you... I'm so wet. I want your cock."
"Take it," John said, grunting, as if he were shoving it inside of her. I remembered how hard he drove into me in the garage and I put my fingers into me, aching to feel him, stiff and throbbing.
"Yeah, baby, fuck me while I lick her pussy," Marie purred.
"Ohhh God, yeah, lick my cunt, honey," Suzy moaned, and I remembered Kelly's voice, calling me honey while she fucked herself with her vibrator. "I love your little tongue."
"Ohhh fuck," I heard John whisper.
"You like watching me lick her, John?" Marie asked. Suzy was moaning, mewling, whimpering, gasping. I was, too, fucking myself with my fingers and strumming my clit.
"Yeah," John panted. "I love watching you lick her wet little cunt."
"Fuck me harder, John," Marie begged. "Fuck me good and hard—you know I love it hard."
"I know you do," John growled. "And I'm gonna give it to you good and hard."
"Oh, Marie, fuck me with your fingers," Suzy said. "Yeah, finger my cunt while you eat me."
Oh my God, I could hear them, making sloppy wet noises. Were they really together? My pussy swelled at the thought, my clit throbbing under my rubbing fingers.
"Oooooooo baby I'm gonna come in your mouth," Suzy moaned, and I heard her coming, moaning and gasping. I shuddered, feeling my own orgasm edging ever nearer.
"Yeah," Marie said. "Come all over my face, sweetheart. You taste so good."
John groaned, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Oh fuck, Marie, I'm gonna come!"
"Come here, baby, come all over Suzy's face," Marie said, and I heard John grunting as he came, and I came too, my climax shaking the bed beneath me.
"Oh God," John whispered, and then chuckled. "Good girls."
"His cum tastes so good," Suzy said, and I could hear her sucking something. "Here, Marie, come taste."
"Mmmmm yeah, I wanna lick all that cum off your tits and your face," Marie said.
John groaned again. "God, you two are going to kill me."
They both laughed, soft and low and sexy. I clicked the phone off, replacing the receiver, and tried to go back to sleep. John came to bed, and I soon heard his deep, even breathing. I finally slept, but I found myself waking several times in the night, dreaming of dancing with Kelly.
Chapter 5
I woke up with the bed empty and knew John was downstairs. I rolled over and looked at my clock. It was nearly three in the morning. I debated whether or not I wanted to pick up the phone. I knew I would hear his voice if I did.
After that night in the garage, I was sure things would break wide open—that he would start bringing things into our sex life that he seemed to be living out in his fantasies over the phone. I felt such a shift in us that night, but in the light of morning, over coffee and orange juice and eggs, both of us still a little hung-over, it seemed like too much to contemplate talking about.
Somehow, it had faded, almost as if it hadn't happened. We were back to our regular Friday night specials, and a few encounters mid-week, depending on our schedules and energy levels. And the phone calls continued. I had thought that maybe they would lessen, that he would begin to turn to me more, if I started making his fantasies come true. It seemed to me that he was making even more calls than ever. I didn't understand it.
Maybe I just hadn't found the right fantasy yet? The one that really did it for him? I debated, but my curiosity won out and I reached for the receiver, quickly hitting the "mute" button.
Yes, John's voice, low and clear: "...tying your hands above your head, one to each bedpost... Pulling the scarves tight against your flesh."
"Oh John!" I heard her say. "I'm trembling all over."
"Is it too tight?" he asked. My mind was racing. He was tying her up in this fantasy?
"No. I can't get out even if I struggle a little, but it's not uncomfortable," she said.
"How do you answer me?" he asked in a voice I was unfamiliar with, strong and demanding. It reminded me of that night in the garage and the memory took my breath away.
"Yes, sir," she responded.
"Better," he said. "Now, spread your legs."
"Yes, sir," she whispered. "Like this? Wide open?"
"Yes, like that," he said. "Are you wet?"
She moaned. "Oh, John, yes... I'm so wet."
"Tell me what you want."
"Oh, God! I want your hard cock," she cried.
"What did you forget?" he asked, his voice controlled, tight.
"Oh... sir. Yes, yes... I want your hard cock, sir."
"You're a naughty girl," he said. "You can't seem to remember the simplest things."
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "It's just that I'm so wet... I want you so much..."
"Marie?" he asked.
"Yes?"
"You forgot again."
She moaned, "Ohhh God, I'm sorry."
"Lift your legs up," he said. "Straight up in the air."
"Like this?"
"Yes. Maybe this will make you remember," he said.
"What are you going to do?" she whimpered. "Are you going to spank me?"
"You deserve to be spanked," he told her. "I should use a crop, but I'm going to use my hand."
"Oh, John," she murmured. "I'm so sorry, I promise I'll remember."
"What did you say?"
"Sir! I said sir!" Marie cried. "Please don't spank me."
"Do it, Marie," I heard John's voice, now, his real voice, not the deep, low voice of the other man he was being with her. "Spank your little ass."
And I heard her, just like before, the sound of flesh on flesh, her little squeals and cries.
"Are you going to remember?" John demanded. She continued to spank herself. I tried to imagine him doing that to her—her legs up in the air, his hand coming down on her ass again and again, making her cheeks red and swollen. I tried to imagine him doing that to me, and my cheeks burned.
"Yes, yes, I will, I will!" she cried.
"What did you say?" he asked again.
"Sir! I swear, I'll remember, sir," she pleaded, whimpering.
"Enough," he said, and she stopped, continuing to whimper and mew. "I think you liked that, Marie. Your pussy is even wetter now, isn't it?"
I knew mine was! I had held my breath through the whole exchange, but now my h
and crept down under the covers, lifting my t-shirt to find my pussy swollen and wet in response to their scenario.
"Yes," she murmured. "Yes, sir, it's soaking wet for you."
"Good girl," he said. "Now, I'm going to fuck that wet pussy."
I groaned, sliding my fingers into my pussy, imagining John's hard cock. I knew he was pumping it, and the fact that it was just two stories away from me was both exciting and frustrating all at once. I reached into my drawer and grabbed my not-so-new-anymore toy, the vibrator with the little hummingbird that rested right against my clit when I shoved it all the way into me.
That's what I did, sliding it all the way into my pussy on the first go—I was that wet, listening to them.
"Oh yes, fuck me!" Marie cried. "I want your cock inside me, sir."
"Spread your legs wider," he growled. "I'm going to give you just want you deserve."
Oh my God. My heart was beating so fast. I turned the vibrator on, moaning as it buzzed against my clit.
"Oh, please, sir," Marie begged. "Please!"
"Take my cock," John growled. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you can't breathe."
Marie was moaning and crying out, as if he were fucking her as hard as I was shoving my vibrator deep inside of me, so hard it almost hurt, fucking myself faster with it. I moaned along with her, although I knew they couldn't hear me, saying the words, "yes, sir," over and over under my breath.
"I'm going to come, sir," she whispered, and I could hear the sounds John made when he was close, too.
"Not until I say you can," he growled, and I moaned, feeling my climax coming. Not until he said? My whole body responded to him, doing exactly what he wanted, holding back at his words.
"Yes, sir," she whispered, sounding almost as if she were in pain from holding back. I knew how she felt.
I whispered it, too, "Yes, sir," under my breath.
"Now," John groaned. I heard him coming, and I shuddered, pushing the vibrator deep into my pussy, rocking with it as I came, too.
"Yes, sir!" Marie cried. "Ohhhh, yes, I'm coming for you, sir!" And she did, or at least I hope she really did—it sounded like it felt absolutely lovely, almost as good as my own orgasm still pulsing it's way through my pussy.
"Yes, sir," I whispered, hearing John's ragged breathing returning to normal. "Oh, yes, sir." I replaced the receiver and put the vibrator back, reminding myself to clean it up in the morning. I closed my eyes, feigning sleep when I heard him come up the stairs.
* * *
"Whoa!" John said as he came around the corner and saw me adjusting my outfit in the mirror. "What the—? I thought you were going to Kelly's?"
"I am." I smiled. "Do you like it?"
His eyes told me that he did, although his mouth was set in a thin line. "What kind of party is this?"
I turned back to the mirror, straightening the plaid skirt at my waist, making it snug over my hips. "A lingerie party."
"A what?" John leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms over his chest.
I turned and twirled in the outfit: a schoolgirl, complete with red plaid skirt, white blouse tied at the waist, white thigh highs, and of course the black Mary Jane shoes. I wondered if it made him remember that night I heard him on the phone with Marie playing out the daddy/daughter schoolgirl fantasy, but his eyes didn't reveal anything.
"A lingerie party," I said again. "Kelly thought it would be fun to model some of the merchandise. Her friend is just starting out as a, what do you call those... a demonstrator, party hostess?"
"What is Kelly going as?" John asked, watching me bend over the counter and put on more lip gloss.
I smacked my lips together. "Either the cheerleader, or she's just going with a babydoll nightie kind of thing." I walked toward him, smiling. "Do you like it?"
"It's uh... pretty revealing," he said, eyeing my legs. "This is an all-girls thing?"
I laughed. "Of course. Do you think I'd parade around like this in front of guys?" I kissed his cheek and rubbed my exposed belly against him. "It's just a favor for Kelly."
"Don't be late." His eyes were on the V of my blouse.
I couldn't help smiling. I had more plans for this outfit than a night at Kelly's, that was for sure!
* * *
Kelly met me at the door and I laughed. "You changed your mind again?"
She grinned and shrugged. "It's a woman's prerogative. You like?"
I nodded, my eyes sweeping up the outfit. It was clearly a ballerina-type thing, the top consisting of white satin bra cups and a sheer baby-doll nightie that barely covered the white panties she was wearing. She had white toe-shoes on, and the laces criss-crossed up her legs to her knees.
"Chris had a fit before he left." Kelly grinned. "Come on, before you freeze. I want to get your coat off and see the goods."
"John did, too," I told her, slipping off my long winter coat and giving it to her. I noticed that her panties were a g-string when she turned to hang my coat in the closet, the full, creamy globes of her ass completely exposed. "But I told him it was going to be just us girls."
I heard her chuckle. "Yep, just us girls." Kelly turned around, her eyes sweeping me. "Oh, Tara!"
I did a little twirl. "You like?"
"Yeah," she breathed. "Damn, those stockings and shoes are hot. I wish I had legs like yours to pull that off."
"I like yours," I said, taking her extended hand and letting her lead me toward the living room. "They're curvy. Mine are just sticks."
"You make the perfect little schoolgirl," she said, wrapping her arm around my waist as we went into the room. She whispered in my ear, "John is going to love it."
I smiled. I hoped so. There were already six other women there, all dressed up, except for one. I was amazed that Kelly had convinced them all to wear lingerie, but she had—the woman had incredible powers of persuasion when she wanted something.
There was a cheerleader, a cat woman of some sort, a long-legged exotic-looking girl with dark hair that came to her bottom dressed like a belly dancer, and two women wearing teddy-stocking combinations, one black and one pink.
The woman who hadn't dressed up was wearing jeans and a black t-shirt with a shiny white pentagram in the center. Goth all the way, with her dark makeup and short dark hair and motorcycle boots. She looked up when I came in, making a face at my outfit.
"Chris' sister," Kelly whispered. "I had to invite her. I didn't know she'd come."
"Well, this is everyone... except our hostess with the mostest," Kelly remarked. "Who wants a drink?"
Everyone's hand went up, and Kelly had us all follow her out to the kitchen, where she had laid out wine and snacks. I started helping her by mixing daiquiris and pina coladas in the blender. I didn't know any of the other girls—people from Kelly's work, or her mommy's group, at least that's as much as I could gather from the conversation. The goth girl sat on a stool where I was throwing ice into the blender, sucking on a cherry still attached to its stem.
"So, what's your name?" I asked her.
"Collie," she said.
I did a double take. "Like Lassie?"
"No, like the goddess of death and destruction," she countered, rolling her eyes.
"Ohhh, Kali," I said, laughing at my mistake. "The one who wears skulls around her neck and carries a big knife?"
The girl looked surprised. "That's the one."
"Good namesake," I said, pouring a splash of rum into the blender. "Your mother give it to you?" I couldn't imagine Chris' mother ever naming a child Kali.
"Colleen," the girl said, rolling her eyes again. "But I like Kali."
"I like it, too," I replied, turning on the blender and talking over it. "So are you in college?"
"Yeah, sophomore year," she said, talking over the blender, too. "You?"
I laughed, turning off the switch and pulling off the lid so I could start pouring drinks. "I finished college eons ago."
Kelly came up behind me, her hip rubbing up against mine. "No drinks for y
ou, missy," she said to Kali with a wink. "You're not twenty-one."
"Oh, come on," I said, sliding a daiquiri across the counter to her. "Pretend we're in Canada. Besides, if she's going to have to put up with us old folks dressed in lingerie all night, she better start drinking now."
Kali laughed, picking up the daiquiri and taking a sip.