Sunday, June 27, 2004

Sex story

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The following piece of fiction contains strong sexual
content and is meant to be read only by adults. If you
are not at least 18 years old, or if you are offended by
this type of material, please do not read any further.
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"The Call of Desire"

by DG


I lay back on the bed with my hands behind my head, wearing
only my boxers, gazing at my wife through the open bathroom door
and feeling generally content. Watching Cindy is always a
pleasure, even when she's performing such mundane tasks as
brushing her teeth. The way the muscles in her long, tanned legs
flex as she rises up on her toes to reach the toothpaste, the way
she casually tucks her dark, shiny hair behind an elegant pink
ear as she leans over the sink, even the little spitting sounds
she makes as she rinses her mouth are a pleasure. For me,
anyway.

Finally she came out of the bathroom and, as usual,
pretended to notice for the first time that I was staring at her.

"You looking at me?" Cindy likes to do impressions, a
habit she picked up from yours truly. Annoyingly, she's now
better at them than me. Try to imagine the irate little mobster
played by Joe Pesci in 'Goodfellas,' skillfully interpreted by a
willowy brunette wearing revealing silk pajamas:

"You lookin' at me?!"

"Yeah, I'm lookin' at you...you wanna make something out of
it?"

She gave me a smile, the one that never fails to make me
feel like a lucky guy. "I guess I'll let it go this time. So
how's the writing going? Any response from your latest story?"

"As a matter of fact, yes. Good response."

"I thought so - you're looking awfully happy with yourself
over there." She sat on the end of the bed and started brushing
her long hair.

"Am I? I thought I was just relaxing. Since you asked,
"Adrenaline Games" was rated the #3 story for November by the
main reviewer. And I've finally started getting more email from
readers."

"Is that right? Any of them like the story?"

"Ha ha. They loved it. One of them even compared me to
Poe."

"Poe? Is he the one that writes those long 'Family Fun'
stories?"

I sighed and shook my head. "You really have it in for me
tonight."

"Poor DG..." Actually, she doesn't really call me DG, I'm
inserting my pen name. "In a few minutes you're going to forget
every mean thing I just said about you, so I'm taking full
advantage."

"Oh? And why is that?" As if I didn't know.

She looked me in the eyes and pouted her full lips.
"Because I'm going to come over there and fuck you, that's why."
God I love it when she talks dirty.

"Is it the third Tuesday of the month all ready?"

"Hah! If I put you on a once-a-month schedule you'd
explode."

"Very true. Getting back to the email, there was one in
particular I thought you would find amusing. I even printed it
out."

I took a sheet of paper off the nightstand and handed it to
her. Here's what it said:


(useless header stuff)
DG:
Just finished your "Adrenaline Games" story, and it really
turned me on! I loved the combination of danger and sex -
very cool. I think I'm going to have to go into the
bedroom and do something to relax myself now ;). By the
way, I'm in the sex biz too - I do phone sex on the side.
I would love to get you off on the phone - maybe I can make
you as hot as you just made me... so if you want a freebie,
email me and let me know and we can set something up... :)
Desire


I'm not sure if I like to think of myself as being in the
"sex biz," but apart from that minor detail this was just the
sort of email that warms the heart of a praise-starved hack like
myself. I wasn't sure Cindy would enjoy it quite as much,
though.

"What kind of name is Desire, anyway?" she asked, somewhat
anticlimactically. "Or is it 'Desiray,' and she can't put the
thingy over the 'e' in an email?"

"I'll be sure and ask her," I said casually. Maybe a
little too casually.

"You'll do no such thing!"

"If that's your Nicholson impression, it needs work."

"Actually, that was my Lorena Bobbitt impression."

Ouch. "Good one, sweetie."

"Why would you want to have phone sex, anyway? That's for
lonely old men and horny college students who can't get a date,
not for guys who have a wife who's willing and ready."

"I guess I don't, really," I lied. "I just thought it was
a nice email, that's all." I let a tiny note of hurt creep into
my voice. "I work hard on my stories, and most of the time I
don't get much feedback. I know the writing is supposed to be
its own reward, but still, when I get a response like this it
makes me feel good. I didn't realize you'd feel threatened by
it." Take that, Ms. Bobbitt.

She gritted her teeth for a moment, and then said "Good
one, honey." The beauty of the "feeling threatened" remark, of
course, was that she couldn't respond to it without making it
seem true. "It is a nice email, I suppose. I'm glad people are
enjoying your stories, DG."

"Thanks, babe. Can we cleave unto each other now?"

"You betcha!" This was in a perfect Minnesota accent, like
in the movie "Fargo." Cindy would make a terrific actress. Of
course, in way she already is.

She turned out the overhead light and sensuously stripped
off her pajamas. Actually she just took them off, but it seemed
pretty damn sensual to me. In the soft light of the reading
lamp, I could just make out the tan lines from last summer's
bikini - daringly narrow strips of white across her hips and
breasts. The lower strip was noticeably whiter than the upper
strip. Cindy enjoys flaunting her slim, aerobicized figure, an
inclination I heartily approve of.

She set her pajamas aside and crawled up along my body,
leaving a trail of warm kisses along my stomach and chest, and
then our mouths met in a nice, long toothpaste-minty kiss. As
much as I enjoy our little verbal sparring matches, forgiving
each other afterward is even better.

She allowed her warm breasts to dangle against my chest,
tickling me with her stiff nipples, and I slid my hands up
between us and delicately trapped each nipple between a thumb and
forefinger, making her gasp and break the kiss.

"Mmmm, that feels good...harder." I rolled her nipples
slowly between my fingers, feeling my cock grow until it was
straining inside my cotton shorts.

Cindy would be perfectly happy to have her nipples
stimulated indefinitely, and would eventually have an orgasm
without my ever touching her below the waist, but I don't have
the patience for such nonsense except in special situations, like
transatlantic flights. I released one tender little nub and
reached down between her legs. She was already moist, and I
quickly opened her up and worked my middle finger into her with
one confident thrust.

"Well, hello there," she said. "Getting impatient are we?"

I responded by withdrawing the finger and then putting it
in my mouth and groaning with exaggerated pleasure.
"Delicious...pure nectar," I said between slurps.

"If you say so," she said, a little doubtfully.

I had a sudden idea. I slid the finger back into her and
worked it around to get it good and coated, and then I took it
out and put it up to Cindy's lips. She wrinkled her forehead and
pulled back a little, but didn't exactly recoil in horror.

"Go ahead - it's yummy."

"You aren't going to put this in a story, are you?"

"Of course not."

She licked the end of my finger tentatively, and I slid it
into her mouth before she could change her mind. Good sport that
she is, she sucked it clean and then gave me some erotic tongue
swirls for good measure.

"Not bad," she concluded.

"Tastes even better right from the source."

"What am I, a contortionist?" I often drop tiny little
hints about how Cindy might enjoy an experience with another
woman, and she always lets them sail right over her head.

She helped me pull off my boxers, and then she took my
swollen shaft in her fist and moved it around in slow, lazy
circles.

"I can't wait to feel your cock jammed all the way inside
me." Her voice was husky and her cheeks were flushed. She
closed her mouth and smiled at me, working her cheeks in and out.
Then she put her mouth over my cock and let a mouthful of saliva
dribble all over it. She gave it two hard, juicy sucks for good
measure, to make sure it was well lubricated. This procedure
wasn't really necessary, but who was I to complain?

"There, that should do nicely."

"I'll say."

She straddled me and then impaled herself on my cock with
one delicious plunge. Our favorite position is to have her on
top. Cindy enjoys the freedom to control the pace and feels like
she gets more stimulation, while I enjoy the view of her sexy
body gyrating on top of mine. She's a real lightweight, so it's
not like I'm in any danger of being crushed.

I never get tired of watching her face while we have sex.
I can tell when she first feels the orgasm start to tickle
somewhere deep inside her, and I can track its approach by the
expression on her face and by the little sounds she makes, which
rise in pitch as she gets closer. The arrival is announced by a
few seconds of silence, and at this point I usually reach up and
squeeze her pretty little breasts, as I did this night.

"Oh, DG..." she said, arching her back to press her breasts
more firmly into my hands. Her eyes closed and she ground her
hips forward and back, and the climax finally hit. When the
huffing and puffing and adorable high-pitched squeaking ended, I
was conveniently ready for my own climax, and I slid my hands
down to her hips and started really pumping away. Cindy leaned
forward and whispered sweet words of encouragement into my ear,
and it was all over a short time later.

Afterward, as we lay in each other arms enjoying the
afterglow, she said "Did you want to try that phone sex thing?
With your adoring fan?"

"Not if it would upset you. I mean, it's no big deal.
Like you said, why take a correspondence course when you have an
Ivy League college in your bedroom?"

"I don't think those were my exact words, but that was the
gist of it."

"Although..."

"Although what?"

"It might be a good research experience for my writing."
This was pretty lame, and I didn't really expect it to fly. But
she thought about it and then said "Maybe you're right."

"Really? You wouldn't mind?"

She turned her head to look at me, and I caught a whiff of
her perfume, or maybe it was her shampoo. Something nice.

"Well, I'd hate to think I was stunting your development as
an artist or anything, and I'm kind of curious about this phone
sex thing myself. I hear it pays pretty well. Tell you what:
why don't you go ahead and do it, and I'll listen in."

"Listen in? But..." I felt like I had been neatly
outmaneuvered.

"But what?"

"I don't know...it would be like I was jerking off in front
of you."

She laughed. "So? I've seem you do more embarrassing
things than that. Remember the time in Mexico when you ate that
bad enchilada, and-"

"OK, never mind, " I said hastily. "I wouldn't really be
embarrassed, I guess. But wouldn't it be unfair to Desire to
have someone eavesdropping?"

Cindy gave me a withering look, and I gave up.

"OK, OK, you can listen in. But let me warn you, I
probably won't even be able to get it up with you hovering over
me like the Gestapo." If you can't win on logic, just turn up
the rhetoric, that's my motto.

"I'm sure you'll do just fine, honey. Nightie-night."

"Nightie-night."


*******


So that's how I found myself pacing back and forth in the
bedroom a few nights later, waiting for the phone to ring. Cindy
was sitting in the comfortable French armchair with a slightly
amused expression on her face, leafing through a magazine. She
was still dressed up from our earlier activities that evening,
wearing a short black cocktail dress set off by a strand of
natural pearls I gave her for her birthday last year. I was in
my boxer shorts again.

At eleven PM sharp the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this DG?" The woman's voice was low pitched and
had a sort of pleasant hum to it. It made me think of those cat
food commercials where the upper-class female cat chows down out
of a crystal goblet.

"Yep. You must be Desire."

"Yes, I'm Desire," she said, pronouncing it 'Desiray.'
"How's it going? This is kind of unusual, me calling someone
else. Usually the customers call me."

"I've never done phone sex before, so it's unusual for me
too," I said truthfully. "Are you in an office somewhere or
something?"

"Oh no, I'm at home. This is a personal call for me. Just
for fun."

"Well, I appreciate it. I've been meaning to do this
sometime anyway. You know, for research."

Cindy snorted at this, and then motioned towards the phone.

I said "Desire, do you mind if I put you on speaker?"

"Not at all, honey, not at all. You're going to want to
have both hands free."

I punched the button and set the handset down. "Can you
hear me OK?"

"Loud and clear. So what's your pleasure, DG?"

"Um, I don't know. What are my options?"

"I try to be a full service phone slut," she said with a
chuckle. "Do whatever it takes. Lots of guys want the
dominatrix thing these days - they want me to order them around
and yell at them and basically humiliate them. That sound
interesting?"

"Sounds great, I guess, but I get that sort of thing all
the time at home." Cindy gave me the finger, but she was
laughing. "How about if you just describe what you would do to
me if we were together. You have a very sexy voice, by the way."

"Why thank you. Do you want to know what I'm wearing, what
I look like, that sort of thing?"

"Hmmm, I don't know. Do you normally tell the truth about
that?"

She chuckled again, a very pleasant sound indeed. "No, but
not because I'm ugly or anything. I usually try to get an idea
of the guy's preference and then sort of match that. And I
always make my clothes sexier than what I'm actually wearing.
Not much point in my getting all dolled up for real, is there?"

"For three ninety-nine a minute I would expect spike heels
and a leather bikini," I said. "But since this is a freebie why
don't you just tell me what you slouch around the house in at
night."

"I'm wearing a pair of black cotton sweatpants that are
really more like tights, like dancers wear. I used to do ballet,
so I got into the habit of wearing them. On top I'm wearing a
yellow t-shirt. I'm also wearing matching green bra and
panties."

"You wear a bra around the house? That doesn't sound too
daring." Desire had a sort of playful lilt to her voice which
suggested she wouldn't mind a little teasing.

"Well DG, the thing is, I have these big boobs...that's why
I had to give up the ballet, actually. Too much bouncing. I
don't want them to start sagging, so I wear a bra most of the
time."

"Fascinating. I really love big breasts..." Cindy, who is
barely a b-cup, gave me a dirty look. "Can you tell me a little
about the rest of you?"

"Well, let's see. I'm a big girl, five-nine and about one-
thirty or so. I work out a lot and I think I have a damn good
bod for thirty-three, but I'm not exactly a playboy bunny. My
ethnic background is mostly Greek. I have long black hair, and
my features are often described as handsome - meaning sort of
strong, I guess."

"Like a dominatrix."

"Yeah, I guess, but my personality isn't like that at all.
I'm really more of a feminine type, not a ball-buster."

"You sound very nice," I said reassuringly. "Now, how
about some sex talk!" Cindy rolled her eyes, and Desire laughed.
I think she found me charmingly eccentric or something.

"All right. I want you to take off all your clothes and
lie back on the bed, with your eyes closed."

I looked at Cindy and she winked and gave me a thumbs-up.
I dropped my shorts and made myself comfy on the bed. I was
still a little apprehensive, but I was looking forward to it too.
Desire seemed very sexy, and the idea of masturbating in front of
Cindy was actually turning me on - I hadn't done that since our
honeymoon.

I closed my eyes and said "All right, I'm all set."

Speaking slowly in a low-pitched but melodic voice, Desire
said "I want you to imagine that you're sunbathing on a chaise
lounge by an outdoor swimming pool, all alone. The pool is
enclosed by a privacy wall, and you're naked, of course. The sun
feels so good as it caresses your bare skin, not too hot, and so
does the little breeze in the air, as it gently washes over your
body.

"The door from the house opens and I walk out onto the deck
wearing a black bikini. I smile at you, and I come over to you
and give you a kiss. As I lean over to kiss you, you can see
most of my big round breasts, which are just barely contained by
the skimpy suit. Then I walk over to the pool and dive in
gracefully, and start swimming laps...are you hard yet, DG?"

I snapped out of my reverie and looked down. Stiff as a
board. I mean, we're talking first-thing-in-the-morning, oh-my-
god-I-gotta-take-a-piss hard. Male readers will know what I
mean.

"As a rock."

"Great. All right, as you watch me swimming laps, you let
one hand drift down your stomach until you reach your cock. You
take it in your hand and start gently stroking it." I went ahead
and started stroking. "Finally I finish my laps and get out of
the pool. I run my hands down my body, smoothing away the excess
water, and then I look over and see you acting like such a
naughty boy, and I give you a wicked smile. I walk towards you,
and as I'm walking I reach around and undo my top and let it drop
to the ground. Now my firm breasts swing back and forth as I
walk.

"I sit next to you on the lounge and give you another kiss,
and then I reach up and smooth back my thick, wet hair. This
gives you a perfect close-up view of my breasts with their pointy
brown nipples, which are already hard from being exposed to the
air and from seeing you stroking your big cock. My skin is
smooth and tan and has little sparkling beads of water on it, and
it feels deliciously cool where my thigh is pressed against your
side.

"I notice that you're staring at my nipples, and I'm
starting to get very horny myself, so I lean forward until my
left breast is dangling in your face. You open your mouth and
gently suck on my nipple, which feels ripe and cool inside your
mouth, and this makes me moan with pleasure. You continue to
suck on my nipples, moving from one to the other, sometimes
nibbling on them with your teeth, sometimes opening your mouth to
taste as much of my breast as possible. After a while you feel
me push your hand away and I start stroking your cock myself."

"Mmmm, feels good," I said. I was really getting into
this. Then I remembered my chaperone, and I opened my eyes just
a crack and saw that Cindy was leaning forward in her chair with
her legs crossed, staring at my cock. I opened my eyes a little
wider - was she...? She was! Her thighs were moving against
each other just a bit, the dangling foot moving back and forth a
few inches. Nothing very noticeable or indecorous - it wouldn't
even seem out of place in public - but I knew better. I wasn't
the only one stimulating myself.

I shut my eyes again as Desire continued.

"As you continue to lick and suck my nipples, you reach
between my legs and stroke my pussy through the cool, damp fabric
of my bikini bottom. I open my legs to make it easier for you,
and you move the suit aside and now you can feel my hot, slippery
pussy. You slip one stiff finger up inside me, and then add a
second finger, and now I'm so turned on that I just have to put
my mouth on your luscious cock.

"I lean over it and pause for a second to admire it, it
looks so thick and hard and masculine in my small hand, and then
I stick out my tongue and slowly lick the entire length of your
shaft from the base to the top."

"Jesus!" I shouted, and I jerked convulsively and my eyes
flew open. Cindy had crept over to the bed and had performed the
tongue-stroke on my cock just as Desire had been describing it.
She winked at me and put her finger to her lips.

"Sounds like you enjoy having your cock licked!" said
Desire with a smile in her voice.

"It just seemed so real," I explained. "Like all writers,
I'm blessed with a vivid imagination. Please continue."

"All right - I'll take it slow, I don't want to give you a
heart attack." She paused to gather her thoughts, and then said
"I continue to lick your big, hard cock with long strokes of my
hot, wet, tongue, making sure to stimulate the underside of the
head and to work the tip of my tongue into the sensitive opening
at the tip. My tongue feels powerful and muscular as it travels
up and down your sensitive organ, probing and stimulating you
like it has a mind of its own."

Desire continued to describe this exquisite fellatio in her
low, sexy voice, and Cindy followed Desire's words to the letter,
as if she was listening to an instructional video. Now, let me
just say that Cindy doesn't need any lessons on how to give head
- she's quite good at it, as are most spoiled little rich girls.
But her usual technique was rather different than what Desire was
describing, more like what I would call mouth-fucking, and I
found the emphasis on using the tongue to be a very interesting
change of pace. When Cindy worked the tip of her tongue into the
little slit at the end of my cock, the pleasurable sensation was
so powerful that it was just this side of pain, and it was all I
could do to keep from crying out again. She told me later that
there was a steady flow of salty pre-cum coming out, much more
than usual.

"In the meantime," continued Desire, "you still have two
fingers in my hot pussy, and you're slowly and steadily finger-
fucking me. Every time your knuckles go in and out of my wet
hole they stimulate my clit, and I feel a little jolt of
pleasure. By now your hand is covered in my warm, sticky
juices."

As Desire was saying this I reached out and squeezed
Cindy's stocking-clad leg, and she knew just what I had in mind.
Without taking her tongue away from my cock, she climbed up on
the bed facing away from me. I slid the cocktail dress up over
her waist, the smooth silk sliding easily over the black nylon
stockings, and discovered that she wasn't wearing any panties.
Above the tops of the stockings there was about six inches of
bare thigh and then her pussy peeking out from between her tight
little buns. Hmm...had she taken them off just now when my eyes
were closed? Or...? I made a mental note to ask her later.

If I had any doubts as to whether Cindy was really into
this or just doing it as a joke, they were dispelled when my
forefinger disappeared into her juicy pussy like a key sliding
into a well-oiled lock. Cindy is a petite woman with a very
tight pussy, so when I worked the second finger in there was a
nice, tight fit, and I heard her groan deep in her throat as I
started moving my fingers in and out.

This continued for a bit, and then Desire said "Now that
your cock is nice and wet, I start stroking you with my hand
again, and I put my mouth down to your balls and start sucking on
them. One at a time, taking them gently into my mouth, scraping
my teeth across the sensitive loose skin of your scrotum. My
mouth feels unbelievably warm as my tongue caresses..."

I couldn't help noticing that Cindy was no longer with the
program. Instead of moving down to my balls, she was still
giving me halfhearted head and wriggling her luscious little
butt, no doubt distracted by my probing digits. I gave her
bottom a little whap with my open palm to wake her up, but I
happened to catch her just right, so that instead of a friendly
pat I delivered a loud stinging slap. Her head jerked up with
surprise, and she twisted around and gave me a nasty look. I
guess the shocked, apologetic look on my face told the whole
story, because she started to giggle, and then to laugh, her
shoulders shaking silently as she tried to hold it in.

Once Cindy starts with the giggles, she has a hard time
stopping. I tried to shush her, but that just set off a fresh
round of strangled laughter. Desire was still talking, but then
her voice trailed away.

"Hey, what's going on over there? What are you doing?"

"Um, nothing," I said. "I mean, you know, stroking myself.
You've got me so damn hot, baby, don't you dare stop now."

Something about this last comment really tickled Cindy's
funny bone, and she let out a whoop of laughter before she could
slap her hand over her mouth.

"What the hell! You've got someone else with you, I can
hear them. What's going on?" Desire sounded kind of angry.

Cindy and I stared at each other for a few seconds, and
then Cindy turned to the phone and said "Um...Hi. My name is
Cindy - I'm DG's wife. Sorry about this."

"His wife! I don't believe this - I'm trying to give phone
sex and you're just screwing away over there?"

"Believe me, we've been paying close attention," I said. I
explained the situation, and Desire calmed down.

"I guess I can understand how your wife wouldn't like the
idea of you doing this alone," she admitted.

"Once you started talking I started to get turned on too,"
said Cindy. "You're really very good."

"Damn right I am," said Desire. "So you two were doing
everything just the way I was describing it? That's actually
pretty hot, now that I think about it."

"Right up until the ball sucking," I said. "I guess
Princess Cynthia here didn't want my nuts in her mouth."

"I was too distracted by your big knobby fingers up my
pussy. And don't call me Princess Cynthia."

"The next thing I was going to do was stick my tongue up
his ass," said Desire with a chuckle. "So maybe it's better we
stopped where we did. Hey, I've got an idea: why don't you two
go ahead and do the nasty, and describe for me exactly what's
going on. I'll just lay back and diddle myself for a change - I
could use a nice release."

Cindy said "I'm not sure I could...I mean..."

"I can!" I said. "I can write sex, so I must be able to
talk sex. So tell me, Desire, how do you want me to take her?"

"Ooh, let's see. What do you normally do?"

"I'm usually on top," spoke up Cindy.

"Well, then that's out. No point in having you just do the
same-old same-old. How about DG takes Cindy from behind - what
do you say, Cindy, are you up for it?"

"Sure, why not," said Cindy gamely, and she rolled over
into position. What a trooper.

"Here's the situation," I said. "Cindy, who's a
scrumptious little brunette, is all dressed up in a short black
dress and black stockings. No panties, though, the naughty
little minx. She's lying on the bed on her stomach with her cute
little ass sticking up in the air. I've got the hem of the dress
pushed up to her waist, so I can see her wet, pink pussy, which
is just waiting to be filled up by my raging manhood."

"Maybe I should take off the dress," said Cindy. "It's a
Donna Karan."

"No, no," said Desire. "Please keep it on, I love that
mental image. Don't worry, semen dry-cleans out no problem."

"After sizing her up like a prize bull looking over one of
his harem," I continued, "I position myself over her with the
swollen head of my cock at the entrance..."

"Hold on just a second," said Desire. "I think the lady
deserves a little tongue action first. Prize bull, my ass."

"Oh no, he's won lots of prizes for his bull," said Cindy.
"But that's a great idea."

All of a sudden they were ganging up on me. Not that I
really minded. I lifted Cindy's hips up a bit and put my face
down into her pussy.

Cindy picked up the play by play, since my mouth was otherwise
occupied.

"OK, he's licking me now...feels pretty good...now he's
sticking his tongue up inside me...I wish he would stick it in
farther...mmm....a little farther...oh, that's good...God, that's
very good...OK, now I'm ready for him to lick my clit."

I took a deep breath and plunged back in.

"He's trying to find my clit, now," said Cindy. "Not
quite...he's not used to coming at it from this
angle...closer...a little farther up...yes! Oh, that's... oh
shit! Oh yes! YES! Oh....fuck, don't stop...keep going..."

"Keep talking!" said Desire. "I'm enjoying this."

"Yeah...yeah...yeah!...yeah!..."

"Yeah, what? Are you coming?"

There was a few seconds with nothing but heavy breathing.

"Oh Goooooooood!" yelled Cindy. I could feel the muscles
in her thighs tense up into firm cables as the orgasm hit her.
My nose was squashed shut, and I was starting to go into oxygen
debt, but I kept my tongue on her clit somehow, keeping the
stimulation going until she was finished with one of the noisier
orgasms I'd ever heard.

"Sounds like you did a hell of a job, DG," said Desire.
Her voice was husky and uneven, and I got the distinct impression
her fingers were very busy. Cindy mumbled something that sounded
like agreement.

"I don't just...talk the talk..." I said, still gasping for
air. "I walk..."

"The walk," finished Cindy. "Come on, big guy, let's
fuck."

"Yeah, DG...you big prize bull...get in there and lay some
fucking pipe..." Desire's voice was trembling and uneven, like
she was doing pushups, and Cindy and I exchanged an amused look.

"OK, I'm moving into position," I said, moving into
position. "Cindy is on all fours, with her pussy gaping and open
and looking oh-so fuckable. I'm sliding into her...now."

"Oh God, he's filling me up...he's huge," said Cindy,
perhaps for the first time ever.

"God, I wish it was me," said Desire. "Come on, I wanna
hear some bodies slapping."

I started fucking my wife from behind. All the sexual
tension and the extended foreplay that had taken place had built
my lust up until I felt like I was ready to explode, and I found
myself ramming into her like a locomotive under full steam.
Instead of complaining, Cindy urged me on.

"Oh yeah...fuck me harder, you big stud...that feels so
good...take me...fuck me..."

"I can hear you fucking," moaned Desire. "Oh God, I can
hear it...fucking so damn hard...Oh God...fuck her..." Her
earlier eloquence had disappeared entirely, as if her impending
orgasm had reduced her vocabulary to a dozen words. "Fuck her
harder...harder...oh, shit, I'm gonna...I'm cumming! Ahhhhh...."

The sound of Desire's orgasm sent me over the edge myself,
and I spurted my load deep inside Cindy, managing nothing more
eloquent than a sort of extended grunt.

"Wow," I said, when I was finally finished, "that was fun."

"And I thought phone sex was going to be a waste of time,"
said Cindy. "Did you enjoy yourself, Desire?"

There were some muffled thumps from the speakerphone and
then Desire's voice returned. "Sorry, I dropped the phone when I
came - what did you say?"

"I was saying it seems like we all had fun," said Cindy.
"Maybe we should do this again sometime."

"Maybe we should," said Desire. "But next time you call
me. This is going to wreck my phone bill."

"Maybe I'll write a story about it," I said.

"Now there's a good idea!" said Desire. "I'd love to be in
one of your stories."

"I don't think so," said Cindy. "Sharing our sex life with
one person was fun, sharing it with the whole world...I don't
think so."

"Kinda turns me on to think about it," said Desire,
sounding a little disappointed.

"Don't worry," I said. "I'll bring Cindy around somehow."


The End, "The Call of Desire"

� 1998 by DG. All rights reserved.

Author's notes:

1) I hope the reference to the success of my other story at the
beginning of this story didn't seem too self-serving. I really did
get an email that was quite similar to the one from Desire, and it
inspired this story.

2) I will continue the adventures of DG and Cindy in further
stories. I have some interesting ideas concerning how they
make a living, how they met, etc. If this appeals to you,
let me know.

3) Comments concerning this story are welcome, as always. My
email address is dionysian1@hotmail.com.

4) Thanks to Baird Allen, all my stories are now available on my
web page. The url is http://baird.pair.com/dg.htm
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