It was so fucking erotic to watch Abigail licking Dale's asshole that I grabbed my cock and started playing with myself. "Hurry up," I said, "I'm hotter than hell!"
I saw Abigail's tongue rimming Dale's asshole and then the tongue descended down into the hole. Dale wiggled her ass back and forth and giggled to the tickling sensation Abigail was giving her ass.
Abigail was taking her time, but I couldn't wait any more. I reached up and put my hands on Dale's ass and made ready to drive it up her. But Abigail stopped me by licking my prick. She licked it good, too, until my cock was glistening with her saliva. Then Abigail slid back under Dale and I saw her tongue go back to work on the pussy. I parted Dale's cheeks and rammed my cock at the open hole.
"Woo-oop!" Dale exclaimed.
But she didn't mind at all. Her ass hole was tight – but not nearly so tight as Susie's pussy had been. I wondered if she had been fucked in the ass before. Dale started humping her ass up and back at me, keeping tune to my fucking and Abigail's sucking. I put one hand around her waist and the other hand I slid down to Abigail's tit and started caressing that bundle of soft flesh. All three of us were panting already and I felt like I would cum again. Dale started rocking full speed, pounding her ass against my cock until I had all seven inches up that tight little hole. She was screaming with delight and pounding away and then she was cuming and I couldn't stop, I started cuming too. Abigail, I could tell from the way she was writhing, had arrived, too. We all shook like a huge energized bowl of jello. I felt the end of my dick exploding painfully as I shot hot cum deep into her.
"I can feel it!" Dale exclaimed. "I can feel your hot cum up my ass! Fill it, Allen, fill my ass with your cum!"
I thought I would die, it was so painful to keep on fucking like that. But I shot my wad and I was still alive – barely. I slid my cum-slickened prick out of Dale's ass and collapsed on the floor. Dale and Abigail were still at it, sucking each other off when I passed out.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was late the next day before I woke up to the sound of ringing. The sound sank into my dream world where I was fast losing myself to a host of teasing nymphets. There was a waterfall in my dream and the sound of the crashing water was the sound of the ringing. I stood in my dream watching the falling water and the naked girls in the water feeling something urgent pressing upon me. The urgency became identified with the falling water, and the water fell heavier and heavier until all I could hear was the sound of the crashing falls, and the crashing became a ringing until I opened my eyes.
The ringing continued and I shook my senses to remember where I was. The word telephone floated into my mind and I remembered. I got up to get the phone and found that I had a tremendous erection, then I remembered my dream.
The phone continued to call me and I followed, finally lifting the receiver and lazily answering.
"Hello Allen," A woman's voice said.
"Who is this?" I asked.
"A friend," she said. She had that slightly nasal type of voice that makes a woman sound particularly sexy.
"A friend?" I said.
"Or possibly a future friend."
"Right," I said. "I'll see you in the future, friend." I started to hang up the phone and I had no reason not to, but I stopped at the last minute and brought the receiver back to my ear. I don't know why I didn't just hang up. I was tired and uninterested in any games at the moment. I knew that I could hang up the phone and it would ring again before too long.
I stood there holding the phone to my ear, listening and waiting.
"If you want to hang up, do so," the voice said.
I pulled the receiver from my ear and stared at it for a moment, then started to hang it up again and be done with it, but something made me bring it back to my ear again.
"Shall I take your presence as an affirmation?" the voice asked.
"Affirmation of what?" I said. "Who is this?"
"Affirmation of my existence, of course," the woman said. "I've told you, I am a friend. A close friend. As close, at least, as any of the other women, I feel certain. But you will see."
The way she spoke was somehow odd, not just what she said but the sound of her voice when she said it. "You're calling about the ad?" I asked, now somewhat unsure.
"Yes," she said, "I am calling about the advertisement you have solicited regarding yourself. It was a most inviting advertisement."
By the silence, I guessed that she expected me to say something. I was just about speechless, for some reason. I cleared my throat and said, clumsily, "Well, I just copied some of the other things I saw in the ads."
"Precisely. That is precisely how it is done." She paused and I listened intently to the silent receiver. "There is such little room for invention in this world," she said. "How can one be original after say, the acts of dear Caine or Eve?"
She spoke with ridiculous intimacy of those two. I didn't answer. I decided it was a rhetorical question.
"But I do you an injustice, Allen, I am sure you are much more original than any of your contemporaries."
"Well, I don't know," I said unsteadily. "I try."
"That is an advantage in itself. Most don't even put an effort into it. Believe me, I know."
There was another long silence, and it occurred to me that she must have the wrong number. "Are you sure that you dialed the right number?" I asked.
"What a silly question. Of course I'm sure," she laughed.
"But, I mean, the ad… you're answering the ad in Stud?"
"Isn't that where you placed your advertisement?"
"Yes."
"Then you are the correct, one."
"Oh," I said. "Well, I'm pretty tied up right now…"
"Of course, I understand," she put in. "It is for me to make myself available for you. Very well, I shall be available… tonight. At midnight."
"Gee, I'm sorry," I said. "I'm busy…"
"You get into your car at 11:30 and drive north on highway one until you arrive at Crosstimbers Road. There you take a left turn and continue until you reach the sign on the right side of the road which reads, 'Koczechne Estate'. Here you enter."
Then the phone went dead, I decided it was just an extra-weird kook and tried to forget about call I felt pretty good, although not especially horny. The call had left me extremely unhorny. So I went to the window and looked out – it was an especially ugly day. Grey sky, light rain falling, cars driving by with their lights on. I decided to negate the day and go back to sleep. It was the only reasonable thing to do.
Before I could get halfway to the bedroom, the phone rang. What the heck, I thought, and answered it.
"Allen?" the voice asked.
"That's me."
There was a long silence and I finally said, "Hello?"
Then the girl's voice came back on. "You had the ad?"
"Yeah, that's right. Are you answering it?"
"Well, yes, I guess I am."
"Well, what's your name?"
"Beth."
"Hello, Beth. Glad to meet you."
"Do you really do what you said in your ad?"
"More. Much more. Are you interested?"
"Well, maybe. But I sort of prefer oral sex. You don't mind doing that for a girl."
"No."
"I've got a nice cunt. You'd enjoy sucking it off. I shave it every day and it's bald and shiny and slick. Men love to eat my pussy. They like to run their tongues all over the mounds of my pussy and then spread the wet lips apart and lick the hot juices out. My pussy's hot for you, Allen! I've got it open and it's warm pink inside, dripping wet. Can you taste it, Allen, can you?"
I hung up. I just didn't feel like playing with that kind this day. After I hung up, I took the phone off the hook and trudged back to bed. I felt really exhausted. It took about two minutes for me to fall fast asleep.