"Then I'm gonna stretch you wide open, put my fingers on your fuckin' legs and peel you back while I climb on and stick my cock into you."
Janice panted hard, feeling dizzy as her fingers worked busily, quickly, over, her cunt. She felt her pussy muscles convulsing deep inside.
"I'll bet you ain't never been fucked… not really from those pimple-assed kids you go out with," the man said, chuckling softly.
"Who is this?" Janice asked again. "A friend," the man answered after several seconds, laughing softly again.
"Friend?" she echoed, hardly able to breathe let along speak.
"Yeah, gonna be real friendly with you pretty fuckin soon. Just picture it, baby, you and me… fuckin' like crazy."
The man's voice broke a second, time. It to was breathing unevenly. Janice held her breath, waiting to hear the tell-tale groans that would signal his climax. But none came. Again he'd managed to keep himself under control. The girl slowed her finger-fucking movements, slowly circling her clit with one finger while rubbing her cuntal mound with her other hand. Her feet swung back and forth against the side of the bed while her back wallowed against the top sheet.
"I'm gonna hang up," Janice panted.
"I'm gonna fuck you real slow. I'll let you put it in. You ever put a cock into your hole? It's real good… good when you do that, rub your fingers against my dick, slop it into your cunt."
Janice had slipped two fingers into her cunt when he said that. Images of Billy flashed across her confused mind as the man droned on about how he was going to rim her, then fuck her.
"My dick's real dark at the tip… dark and big, and I got a set of big balls… nice and hairy to lick. You ever suck cock before? You wanna try?"
"Stop it! Oh, please, don't say things like that. Please, stop!"
"Maybe you'll like it, workin' your tongue around my cock, taking it so deep your fuckin' cheeks blow out."
Janice worked her body from side to side, wiggling over the bed like a snake. What on earth was she going to do? What if her aunt could hear her?
She rolled her eyes back, staring at the door. No, it was still closed. Oh, what a honor it would have been if Aunt Linda had been standing there, her eyes wide with horror, catching her niece playing with herself while on the phone!
"Then I'll stretch you with my cock 'til you start pissin'."
"Nooo, I'm going to hang up now. Oh I don't want to talk to you any more!" she cried.
Janice had started moving her ass up and down against the steady, wet rub of her fingers. She couldn't keep her ass still. She tilted her ass as far to one side as it would go, then jerked it back the other way. Her glistening cunt flesh stretched tantalizingly, opening bare hollows to her probing fingers.
"I bet I can make you cum twice, baby." The earpiece was hot and sweaty now against her ear. She found her hand trembling uncontrollably.
"I can do it real slow until you start askin' me to hurry up. Then I'm gonna tie you up good and tight, maybe even put some leather on you. Yeahhhhh, some nice, cool smooth leather. You'd dig that, right?"
What was he talking about? It was almost as if he'd been peering through some window in that garage garret, watching her and Billy perform that evening.
And yet she couldn't find the strength to hang up. The wet mess between her legs throbbed now, throbbed as savagely as it had when Billy fucked her. Her pussy was feverish, swollen. She bobbed her ass around in circles as her fingers brought her closer to the final rush of sexual excitement. It was so strange, her getting this high simply from a phone call and her hands.
"No, stop it!"
But the voice kept on about how he was going to tie her up. Janice's fingers curled into her pussy fur, feeling the dripping cunt press against her hands. She was cumming slowly, achingly. It was wild torture. Her calves cramped. Janice dug her heels against the bed.
"I'm gonna come over some night, come over when your aunt's not home and fuck you. When she gets home, she's gonna find you all tied up and fucked outta your mind. Yeah, fucked outta your mind."
His voice sounded so far away. Janice groaned and tossed her ass high in the air. The wild throes of climax were tearing through her cunt, making it so tight, so hot, so terribly achey. Janice groaned as if someone were strangling her. She knew the man could hear her moaning and carrying on. But there was no way on earth she could keep her growing, mounting passion quiet.
She was dimly aware of the squawking phone as spasms convulsed her slender body. She arched her back and raised her ass from the squeaking bed. Her fingers moved around, gouging her cuntlips. She dipped her hand in and out, drawing more and more cunt juice from the hole. She could feel the thick oil dribbling down her ass and into her shitter.
Then the phone had slipped out of her fingers and hit the floor. The man's voice was so far away. But his words had gotten to her. Who was he who knew so much about her and her aunt? Aunt Linda had mentioned something about having a purse stolen at the supermarket several weeks ago, maybe this was some freak who had followed her home, observed her, then started making these calls.
"Uh… ohhhhh!"
Janice was cumming hard. Each bat sting of lust made her whimper. She whipped her slim hips back and forth against her hand. Oh, if only Billy were there… that wonderful Billy with his hard, stiff dick.
"Cum… cum," Janice whispered shamelessly.
She kept thinking about Billy and how his cock would have felt now against her pussy. Yes, yes, she'd see that boy again, let him do whatever he wanted to her. In an instant he'd opened a whole new world to her!
The phone was silent suddenly. The young teenager's climax had peaked, then ebbed, leaving her exhausted, spread-caged, alone on the big bed. Janice rolled her head to one side and stared at the receiver. A steady buzzing sound came from it. The strange man had hung up. Forcing herself up through the warm glow settling over her limbs, the girl picked up the black plastic instrument and placed it back in the cradle.
"Ohhhh." Janice fell back onto the pillows, closing her eyes after having drawn the sheets over her cum-smeared body. She thought again and again of that man's voice how harsh, how cruel it seemed! How had he gotten their number? Janice wanted to tell her aunt. But how would she explain what happened? Well, she'd just have to lie a little bit and watch Linda's face. Maybe her matronly aunt wasn't so matronly after all. The thought of Linda fucking, of doing something perhaps even more wild than she'd done, was somehow a little unsettling.
Janice rolled over and hugged the soft top sheet against her chin. How strange, getting that phone call. Giggling, the young teenager drifted off into a long, dreamless sleep.
Linda saw little of her niece the following day. Someone had called probably some boy she wouldn't approve of. Someone Janice was hiding from her. Janice had said it was one of her girlfriends who wanted to meet here Linda wished this vacation would be over and her niece would be back in school, her head buried in the books instead of swiveling around looking at boys.
She dressed quickly after Janice left the house, determined to see Max. This had to stop. She couldn't go on with him any longer, especially with Janice growing older and more observant every day. Maybe it wasn't the brightest thing in the world to go to his hangout and talk. But she didn't dare call him and invite him over… not in broad daylight and with the chance of her niece coming in at the wrong moment. Calling him wouldn't do any good. He'd only laugh at her, then appear at her doorstep some evening purposely to bring out their seedy affair into the open and embarrass her. No, this was the only way.
Linda looked at herself in the mirror. She purposely wore the most matronly blue suit she could find, the frilly white blouse unfortunately accenting her big high-riding tits. Well, that couldn't be helped. What should she do, tape them down?