His voice trailed off again. He was breathing hard. I knew he was masturbating, because I was beginning to feel like doing it myself. His talk was strangely erotic.
"Michelle loves to fuck… to feel a dick slide up into her… to feel you cum inside of her… cum inside of Michelle!"
I touched my own cock and began to manipulate it, slowly.
"Do you like to eat? Eat pussy?"
"Yes," I said. I sounded distant from my own voice.
"Well… Michelle loves to be eaten… loves for men to suck her cunt and stick a tongue up her twat… And she loves to blow too! Suck cocks… big cocks that cum in her mouth… I'M CUM-INGGG!"
I heard him make a shuddering noise with his voice, and the telephone went dead. I said hello twice more and then hung up the receiver.
Son-of-a-bitch! I thought to myself. I walked back to the bed, fondling my erection. I sat down and half-contemplated jerking off. I was that aroused. Again the telephone rang.
I thought it was him again. "Hello!"
"Is this Allen?" another voice asked. It was a man's voice, a different man's voice.
"Yes, it is."
"Allen of the Stud ad?"
"Yes," I said again.
"Good. My name is Brian. Brian Bennett and I'm a homosexual…"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Bennett," I cut in. The ad was beginning to be more annoying that promising. I seemed to be getting all the wrong responses. "But in the ad I clearly indicated that I wasn't interested in men. Women only. Girls. Housewives. Pussies, you know!"
"No," he said, continuing, not the least bit disconcerted. "I understood that part."
"Then why are you calling? You're wasting your time and mine!"
"Maybe not," Brian insisted. "I know you're not interested in gays, but I could be interested in you. I could be very helpful to you."
"How?" I asked.
"Did you ever get yourself rimmed when you were fucking a woman?" he asked. "Did you?"
"No…"
"Have you ever had your balls sucked while you were fucking? Or the shaft of your cock licked while you're pushing it in and out of someone's cunt?"
"No." Again.
"I thought not. How do you think you'd feel about those things?"
"You mean would I enjoy them?"
"Yes."
"Of course I would."
"Then I'm the man for you."
"Are you proposing that you do these things?"
"Sure," he said. "Why not? I've done it before. To many men. They have enjoyed it, and I've enjoyed doing it."
"But why?" I asked.
"It's exciting. It's stimulating for the man to be worked on while he's working on some woman. He cums better. Heavier. Hotter. I work on his balls, his prick and his ass. And he works on her pussy. It's great!"
"How do you cum?"
"Any number of ways. Sometimes I just spontaneously cum while I'm doing my thing. Mostly I have to jerk myself off. Once or twice I've tried fucking the woman; it's not bad, but it's certainly not as good as a nice tight ass."
"Why don't you try just sticking to men?" I asked.
"Whenever you get three or more people together sexually, its always better. More intense. Besides," he confessed, "there's nothing sweeter than taking the cum from a dick that has just been buried in some woman's pussy. That cream really shoots out of that cock, like hot milk from a cow. It's like I'm stealing it from the pussy."
"What if I object?" I asked. "I've never been sucked off by a man."
"Never?" he was incredulous. "You don't know what you're missing. There's no cocksucker like a gay cocksucker. Women are cunt-oriented. Gays are oral. Believe me, once you have had your prick sucked by a gay, women will seem vapid by comparison."
I doubted that. But the idea didn't sound too bad. I had no hang-ups about homosexuals. If that was his thing, it was all right with me. Who knows, it might be exciting?
I took his telephone number and told him that I would be in touch with him should the situation ever arise where I could require his peculiar services.
"Nice talking to you, Allen," Brian said.
"I'll be in touch," I told him.
"Just one more thing…"
"Yes?"
"You have no hang-ups about organ size, do you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well… I'm what you might call well hung."
"How well hung?"
"Nine inches."
That made my seven inches feel small.
"No hang-ups, right? I know some guys are very sensitive about things like that."
"No. No problem."
"Good."
"Good-bye."
"Ciao." He hungup.
My hand was still on the receiver, when the phone rang a third time.
"Hello!" I said.
Nothing.
"Hello! Who's there?"
Still nothing.
"Bull shit!" I cursed softly under my breath.
I was just about to hang the telephone up when I heard a noise. Giggling.
"Who is this?" Tasked again.
"Someone who wants to get fucked," was the reply I received. It was a woman's voice.
"Who?"
"This is the man who put the ad in the magazine, isn't it? The man who's going to fuck all those lonely women?"
"That's my ad," I said. The voice sounded younger than a woman. I guessed it was a girl.
"Well," she said. "I want you to fuck me."
"How old are you?"
"Old enough to get fucked… Old enough to have already been fucked… plenty of times."
"I see." I answered. I was sure now she could be no older than fifteen or sixteen. Judging from her frequent use of the word fuck, and her boasting, she might even be younger.
"When can I meet you?" she asked.
"Whoa! Just a second. I didn't say I wanted to meet you yet."
"Why not? I got a good cunt. As good as anybody's. I know how to use it, too. I ain't been a virgin since I was thirteen!"
"Well," I said, humoring her, "That is commendable."
"So when are you going to meet me?"
"I don't know yet. I have been kind of busy…"
"Busy at what? Fucking all those ladies?"
"Partially."
"So why don't you want to fuck me?"
"Well, you do sound a little young."
"So what! When I sit my cunt on your face and you stick your tongue up my hole, I don't think you're going to ask me for my birth certificate."
I didn't answer. The crudeness of her language was shocking, and oddly sexual. I knew the girl could not have been more than sixteen, but here she was talking to me about intimate sexual matters, and using language that a hardhat might blush at. I found it exciting me regardless of what I personally thought of the girl.
"Did you ever eat pussy?" the girl asked.
"Yes. I have."
"How about a young pussy? A fifteen-year-old pussy?"
"No."
"Well, my cunt is different. It's smaller… and it has smaller labes… less hair. My cunt is almost naked. Would you like to lick a hairless pussy? And inside, my hole… it's tight… tighter than any hole you've ever jabbed your cock into."
She was giving me an erection. I touched myself, and squeezed my cock until it was rigid. I began to stroke myself.
"How about you?" she asked. "How big are you? Your cock?"
"Large enough."
"I bet you are… hairy balls, too… Have you got a hard-on now?… what are you doing… jerking off?"
"No," I lied, and increased my tempo.
"Why not… that's what I'm doing… sticking my finger up into my pussy… my wet pussy…"
Involuntarily, my mouth made a noise. A moan.
"I'm getting to you, ain't I?" she sounded proud. "Tell me when you're going to cum. Make believe you're fucking… or better… that I'm sucking you off… you're going to cum in my mouth…!"
I squeezed my balls. My erection was trembling.
"Tell me when you're going to cum… I want to know. Put the telephone receiver down against your cock… let me hear you cum into the receiver…"