THE PHONE CALL by C. Lakewood I was just lying there in bed, feeling a little sorry for myself...a little horny...a little lonely.... My husband, Frank, was out of town on business. Though, even if he had been here, I'm sure I'd still be horny. We'd been married eight years, and the last seven had been getting progressively duller and less satisfying. What is it they say? On your wedding day, get a big jar and, for 12 months, put a dry bean into the jar every time you make love. After the first year, take a bean OUT each time. On your Golden Anniversary, there'll still be beans left in the jar. Something like that. So I was lying there, vegetating, wishing I could enjoy masturbation more -- but the tantrum my mother threw when she caught me doing it at age 13 had pretty well ruined it for me permanently. There was nothing I really wanted to read and nothing I really wanted to watch on TV.... And then the phone rang. I wasn't expecting a call, but this was a potential rescue from my doldrums. "Hello," I said. Silence. "Hello?" More silence. "HEL-LO!" (Goddamit!) Then a raspy voice, rather muffled, somewhat slurred, "Hi, baby. Lonesome? Well, my big ol' cock's sure lonesome for you...." (God! An obscene phone call. How crude. How disgusting. How...intriguing.) "Oh, yeah! I can just feel yer beautiful lips wrapped aroun' my hard cock...me fuckin' yer mouth while yer hot tongue slithers all aroun' the head...." (It couldn't be Frank, I thought. Maybe someone at work.... Well, whoever, he had a captive audience.) The voice (disguised, yet vaguely familiar?) went on to describe his dream blowjob, step by step, until I'd swallowed his whole load. He was so demanding...commanding...arrogant. So different from Frank. And so arousing.... "Hot for it, baby? You sweatin'? Whatcha wearin'" "P-p-panties...j-just panties." "Wet panties?" "Yes...wet...." "You topless? Tell me 'bout yer tits, sweetcheeks." "I AM sw-sweating. M-my nipples are...hard...stiff...." "I bet I know what they need, babe." (God! Who was he? A co-worker? A friend of Frank's? Some pervert who'd just called me at random? Or a neighbor? Or a clerk in a store I go to? The brawny yard man? The well-hung pool boy? Somebody who knows me...and will now know what a slut I really am.... Somebody who sees me regularly...and laughs to himself at this horny, obedient bitch. I'd be at his mercy, and he'd be merciless. The idea is so awful. So degrading. So exciting.) "Play witcher tits for me, babe...." (He sounded like he might be black.) I clicked over to "speakerphone," and then, both hands free, I obediently began fondling my breasts -- which he persisted in calling "tits" -- pinching my already erect nipples. He kept giving me orders, and I kept following his commands, getting hotter and hotter. "Now, yer cunt. Tell me 'bout yer cunt. How's it smell?" (Shit! First "tits" and now "cunt." What a pig! Maybe he's that idiot pizza guy who always smirks when I answer the door.) "It's wet...." "What's wet?" "M-my...um...my cunt's wet, so wet that juice is running out, and my panties are soaking. It smells so...rank, like I'm a bitch in heat...." "Pull down yer panties so you can get at that hot, itchy cunt. Finger-fuck it. One finger...two...three fingers.... You LOVE it, donchoo?" "Y-yes. I-I love it...I want it." "Whatchoo want?" "I-I want your cock, please...want it to-to f-fuck me!" I DID want it. I was squirming, whimpering. My cunt was throbbing, almost painful.... I was reaming my cunt with three fingers of one hand and mercilessly tormenting my clit with two fingers of the other.... "Spread your legs, baby. Work that cunt hard. 'Magine you jus' a cheap gringa whore in a sleazy Mexican cat-house...an' there's a dozen greasers lined up, waitin' to fuck yer brains out...." (Omigod! Omigod! My customers! They'll be...demanding. Please.... Oh, geez, now my asshole is starting to itch! Will they want to butt-fuck me, too?) "Or maybe, for 'community service,' say, yer laid out in a slum alley, with a bunch a' smelly homeless guys gonna fuck you for free." His voice was slimy, compelling. "You a right fine piece a' ass, baby. Ever'body I know thinks so. We all be watchin' you strut yer stuff. You need to lose the bra, though. Jus' let those sweet tits bounce an' jiggle...." (He DID know me! And there's a GANG of them watching me? Lusting after me? Wanting to stick their big, hard cocks into my dripping cunt and my insolent mouth and my.... Oh, God!) I began cumming and cumming and cumming and.... Slowly the world came back into focus, my heart-rate slowed, and my breathing evened out. I could hear the caller chuckling. I licked my dry lips. "Who the hell ARE you? Who? Tell me, please." A loud laugh, unmuffled. A clear, strong voice, "It's Adam, Gina baby, who else? But I gotta go now. Talk to you tomorrow. Love you. 'Night." CLICK! It had been the greatest orgasm of my life. There were only two things wrong. I don't know anybody called Adam.... And my name's Louise.