"Suite Swell of Success"

Alecia D <AleciaD@altavista.com>

My story contains graphic descriptions of sexual 
activity of all types and should only be read by 
adults who are interested in such material. It's 
also part of the Conjugate Naïve Nymphomaniac 
Challenge. There are a number of such stories 
and these can be found on Rui Jorge's web site 
at www.asstr.org. 

The story is my copyright and should not be 
placed on any commercial web site without my 
written permission. It may be downloaded and 
archived elsewhere as long as it is unchanged 
and all author and copyright information remains 
in tact.
 
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"What's all the white stuff coming out of your 
great big dick thingie, Mr. Smith?"

"Arrrgh, uggggh, oooow. Uh, uh, uuuuh. 
Buzzzzzzzz."

---

I was getting tired of listening to the guy 
heavy breathing and slobbering into the phone. 
Four bucks a minute is an incentive to keep a 
customer on the line, but sometimes enough is 
enough. Glad to get rid of him. Funny how they 
hang up at those romantic moments.

Phone sex is an easy way to make a living. I get 
60% of the money and only work when I feel like 
it which is usually less than 25 hours in a 
week. This beats any job I've ever had and I can 
work here at home or go into the office if I get 
bored.


"Hellooooo."

"Hi there Missy X. It's me Big Randy. You think 
you can handle me little girl?"

"You're soooo big, Big Randy. I just don't know, 
but I'll try to do my best."

"Don't worry Missy, I'll be gentle. Okay, now 
tell me about the time you were visited by two 
repair men when your parents weren't home. Make 
sure one of them is a good looking guy of 5' 6" 
and 197 pounds. Got it?"

Of course I got it. It's right here in the story 
handbook except the part where I have to add the 
fat guy to the story. No sweat. This is one of 
my regular customers and I've never had a 
problem with him.

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I wonder who's at the door? Oh goodie. It's the 
phone repair guys and about time. My phone's 
been broken all day and I have to call my girl 
friends and talk about 'N Sync and everything 
important. Gosh, I just jumped out of the shower 
but I have to answer the door before the men go 
away. I'm sure they have daughters and see them 
in towels all the time so no problem.

"Hello there little girl. My name is repairman 
Randy and this is my partner Bob. We're here to 
fix the phone."

The great big guys followed me to where the 
phone was. It was exciting having them in the 
house. I really liked that Randy guy. He was 
easily 5' 6" and just towered over me. The other 
guy wasn't as good looking but he did have 
possibilities.

They were looking at me in a funny way. My ass 
was sticking out of the bottom of the towel, but 
that shouldn't be a problem. I mean they're 
adults. I'm sure a really nice guy like Big 
Randy wouldn't take advantage of a 14 year old 
girl.

"We’re going to need your help on this one, 
Missy. The problem is in the extension cord and 
you'll have to hold it up over your head." 

He handed me the cord and pushed my arms up. I 
felt silly standing there in nothing but a towel 
with my hands over my head holding the phone 
cord, but I was glad to assist in any way I 
could. I didn't understand how jumping up and 
down would help find the problem, but I did what 
I was told since Big Randy seemed so smart and 
virile. The men were watching closely so I knew 
it must be helping them somehow. 

When the towel fell off, Big Randy told me to 
keep jumping up and down because they almost had 
it figured out. I turned red when my big pillow 
size breasts started to bounce around and I 
could feel my ass jiggling as well. If my 
parents came in, they'd think I was a slut, so 
it was a good thing they weren't going to be 
back for a couple of hours.

I noticed a large swelling at the front of Big 
Randy's pants and suspected he might be having 
bad thoughts. I knew he'd never get the phone 
fixed if he kept thinking about sex. Bob seemed 
to be having the same problem. Swell. Now I'll 
never be able to call up Ashley and ask her what 
she's doing. 

I had an idea. 

Yesterday when the other two repairmen came by, 
they showed me some things I could do to help 
men in need. Well, it might work even though I'd 
hate taking advantage of a nice person like Big 
Randy. 

The men were kind of disappointed when I stopped 
jumping up and down, but they got over it when I 
told them my idea.

"I see you guys got hard-ons. Do you want me to 
do something about it?"

Well, of course they did. I had Big Randy sit 
down on the couch and I pulled his pants and 
boxers off. My, he has a wonderful looking cock. 
It must be at least three or four inches long 
and very slender. How perfect. Just the kind 
that women adore.

He was ready to go so I knelt down between his 
legs and started sucking him off. His great big 
dick almost filled my mouth, but somehow I was 
able to get most of it down my throat. I bobbed 
my head up and down very slowly as Big Randy 
seemed to be getting into it.

When I glanced over to where Bob was standing, I 
noticed his pants and shorts were down around 
his ankles and he had a giant erection, but not 
as big as the impressive one Big Randy had of 
course.

"Bob, I'm a virgin so I can't let you fuck me 
since I'm saving it for my wedding day. Maybe 
you'd like to stick me in the ass instead?"

Bob grabbed my hips as I continued sucking on 
Big Randy's cock. I felt Bob's dick slide easily 
into my tiny asshole and he soon was pumping 
away. One of the things that impressed me about 
these two studs was the way they got right to 
it. Neither one of them wasted a second on 
foreplay or silly things like that.

We got into a perfect rhythm with Bob pounding 
my ass while I sucked Big Randy's jumbo man meat 
as if I was a high powered vacuum cleaner. I 
slipped my hand under Big Randy's balls and let 
one of my fingers touch his asshole. I moved my 
finger around a little bit, and...

---

"Arrrgh, uggggh, oooow. Uh, uh, uuuuh. 
Buzzzzzzzz."

I'm going to have slow things down with that 
guy. Less than five minutes and he's off the 
line.


"Hi Roger. How nice. You brought me a glass of 
white wine. You're so sweet."

My boyfriend thinks the phone sex thing is just 
outrageous. He comes in sometimes and listens to 
me on the phone and we have a big laugh about it 
afterwards. He loves it when I pretend to be an 
innocent blonde nymphomaniac or something else 
just as ridiculous. I figure if a guy is going 
to pay four dollars a minute he gets what he 
wants to hear.
Rog calls my office the "Sex Suite" and me a 
pornographer, but he never says anything bad 
about the money I make from these horney people.

"Hellooooo."

"Hi Gloria Jean. I'm kind of in a hurry here so 
tell me about the time the two girls tricked you 
into having hot lesbian sex with them."

I think I've told this guy the same story four 
or five times and I never seem to make it to the 
end. Roger heard this one already and he starts 
heading for the door with a big smile on his 
face. I can't wait till later when we have some 
hot sex of our own. His cute smile always gets 
me going.

---

"Gloria Jean, the only way you're going to learn 
how to kiss is by doing it. It's okay to French 
another girl if you're just practicing."

Maybe Katie was right. It seemed it might be 
okay, but I still worried about kissing another 
girl. My two new friends Cindy and Katie stopped 
by after school today and somehow we ended up 
talking about boys. Next thing I knew, I'm 
thinking about French Kissing a girl.

While I was making up my mind, Katie grabbed me 
and forced her tongue into my mouth. I was 
scarred at first, but then started to like it. I 
always wondered what a French Kiss would feel 
like and now I knew. 

We kissed for a long time. 

I guess it was too long because Cindy broke us 
up and she took her turn Frenching me right 
there on the couch. Somehow her hand ended up on 
my over sized tit and she just naturally started 
squeezing it. I couldn't say anything because 
her tongue was still in my mouth. I wanted to 
tell her it was wrong, but it was feeling kind 
of good and I went with the feeling. 

Katie was sitting on my other side and still 
holding me. I felt her hand pull up my pleated 
skirt and next thing I knew she had her hand in 
my white cotton under panties. I wanted to say 
something, but I couldn't talk with Cindy's 
tongue trying to get down my throat. Cindy took 
advantage of the situation and was able to 
unbutton my white school uniform blouse before I 
even noticed she did it. There I was with my 
blouse wide open and skirt pulled up around my 
waist. I was so embarrassed. 

Cindy was pushing her little hand into my 
matching white bra and Katie was doing the same 
at the front of my panties. All the kissing and 
touching got me very confused. Somehow my 
panties ended up on the floor and my tits got 
pulled out of the bra.

Once the other girls had me in that condition, 
they wouldn't stop. Cindy was sucking on my hard 
nipples and Katie had two fingers in my pussy 
where she jacked me off. I knew this wasn't 
right, but it turned me on so much I just kept 
letting the other two girls take advantage of my 
inexperience. Something very strange happened to 
me. I think it was called an orgasm or something 
like that. It happened several times.

Before I knew what they were doing, the other 
girls had me stripped to the skin and on my 
knees. I found out that Katie wasn't wearing 
panties after she pushed my head between her 
legs. I decided it was only fair for me to put 
my tongue into Katie's pussy because the girls 
had done so much for me. I started going down on 
her and she seemed to like what I was doing and 
kept saying things like, "Fuck me. Eat me. Make 
me cum." 

I felt Cindy pull my hand in between her legs 
where she forced one of my tiny fingers into her 
snatch. I don't know how I was able to do it, 
but I soon was masturbating her while I ate 
Katie out. The two of them had an orgasm at 
exactly the same time and that got me off, too. 
What a sight, three very young girls screaming 
in delight as they...

---

"Arrrgh, uggggh, oooow. Uh, uh, uuuuh. 
Buzzzzzzzz."

That was a little better. Kept the guy on the 
phone for almost six minutes which is about 
right I guess. I sometimes think I could just 
make tapes and play them instead of wasting my 
time talking, but I haven't tried it yet.

I poured myself another glass of wine and waited 
for the phone to ring again. I passed the time 
looking through my story book. Kind of 
interesting stuff. We get a book of stories from 
the agency when we start working for them. When 
someone asks us to tell him something we haven't 
heard before, it's usually in the book. Nothing 
to it then. 

I can't believe some of these stories. I wonder 
who writes this crap?


"Hellooooo."

"Hi Chrissie. It's Studly here. I want to hear 
about how you got that A in Middle School 
English."

This is one of my most popular stories. I always 
have to watch myself when I tell it because I 
get so bored, I add things that make it sound 
stupid. Ha ha, more stupid than it already is,

---

"I'm sorry, Mr Studly, I forgot my homework 
again and didn't have time to study so I think I 
flunked my final exam just like I flunked the 
mid-term.  I hope this doesn't mean I'll be 
getting a bad grade. I have to get at least a D 
Minus if I want to be a cheer leader."

Studly just laughed at me. We both knew that I 
was failing the class based on doing nothing but 
bad work the whole term. 

I planned this meeting for a couple of days and 
knew I looked hot. 

I was wearing my best silk mini-dress and high 
heels. Not the kind adult women wear of course. 
These were only three inches high which is what 
all the girls in Middle School wear. I thought I 
looked pretty good even though my dress was very 
tight. Most of my clothes seem tight now that my 
tits are so big. It's embarrassing to have the 
biggest boobs in middle school and not be 
allowed to wear a bra. My mother says that I'll 
have to wait until I get to high school before 
she'll get me a trainer. Everyone makes fun of 
me bouncing up and down every time I take a 
step, and there is always some boy following me 
all around the school grounds trying to squeeze 
my boobs.

"Chrissie, there's only one way you can pass 
this course and that's on your back where you 
belong, you little bitch. Take off your clothes 
nice and slow while I watch you strip if you 
want to pass this course."

He watched me take off each piece of my clothing 
one item at a time. I had to start with my mini-
dress first and he found out that my mother made 
me wear old fashion underwear. I bet I'm the 
only little girl who  wears a corset with 
suspenders and black seamed silk stockings. The 
corset makes my tits look even bigger with my 
waist pinched together like that.

He made me tear my panties off and then rub them 
between my legs. When I put the little fluffy 
into his hand, he held it up to his nose and 
inhaled deeply. He let out a sigh when he got a 
good shot of little girl sex and I could see 
from the front of his pants that he had more 
than sniffing in mind.

He made me lay down on his desk and fucked me 
for about two minutes before he came. His 
powerful dick didn't even seem to notice and it 
was still ready to go. I had to turn over next 
and he jammed that big thing into my tiny little 
asshole. He gave my brown spot quite a work out. 
I'd already made up my mind I'd do anything Mr. 
Studly wanted so I'd get a passing grade in his 
class. Well, he certainly knew what he wanted 
and came in my asshole two minutes later.

He made me clean off his dick with a warm towel 
he just happened to have handy and then forced 
me to give him a blow job. I found out that I 
liked having his cock in my mouth and decided I 
would really make him feel good. I sucked very 
hard and moved my head up and down slowly in 
time with his breathing. Since I was kneeling in 
front of him, it was pretty easy to play with 
his balls with one hand and his ass with my 
other one. I was determined to make this last a 
long time since this would be his third time 
getting off in about five minutes. My gawd, what 
a stud. Suddenly...

---

"Arrrgh, uggggh, oooow. Uh, uh, uuuuh. 
Buzzzzzzzz."

Thank goodness. 

I figured that was about all I handle for one 
day and decided to call the agency and have them 
mark me out of service. 

Now where is Roger when I need some action?


"Come on Rog, let's go up to the bedroom and do 
it the old fashion way by sticking something 
into something or other."

He's not really hard to convince, and I know 
we'll soon have some very hot sex going on. 
That's about the only way I can get the phone 
stuff out of my mind. It doesn't hurt that Roger 
actually has a big cock and knows how to use it 
either. 

He's much better than any of the fantasies I 
tell my customers. 

We stood by the bed and kissed. I could feel him 
getting very hard. He makes me hot, hot, hot.

"I don't know how those guys can take you 
seriously. You're 32 years old and somehow got 
them thinking you some sort of blonde teen nymph 
of 14. If they only knew what you really looked 
like, I don't think it would be same for them, 
baby."

The people who call me have something in mind 
and don't pay that much attention to anything, 
but getting off. I just have to raise my voice a 
bit and sound like a Valley girl. That's all it 
takes, and they're off in their little fantasy 
world.

"Some one is going to find out about you and 
then what are going to do?"

I didn't have time to answer Roger because I had 
more interesting things on my mind. He already 
dropped my pants and I could feel his hand 
searching for my cock which was swelling in 
anticipation of what was to come. 

The End


Alecia D <AleciaD@altavista.com>