Chris Simon - A real hot number

The telephone rang.

The telephone rang, and my heart stopped, and I think I cried out in shock. Fear ran through my senses, and I wanted to run! To escape! To my mind, all of a sudden, I was in the wrong! I was close to being caught!

I darted silently back from the doorway. My breath was locked in my lungs, and I could feel my heart beating in my chest. I pressed my back against the wall. It was cool, and I could feel the perspiration making my shirt stick to my back. My head was swirling.

The telephone rang again!

"Shitfuck!" someone said. It was Patti. "Motherfucker!"

"Let it ring," said a man's voice. The voice was rich and cultured, and had the faintest trace of annoyance in it. "Let it ring."

"It might be Allen," Patti said. "It might be important."

I heard movement: bodies separating, flesh sliding against flesh, the bed squeaking.

My eyes rolled back in my head and I felt faint. I looked about the room.

Hide! I told myself.

My body moved in a panic. I took giant, silent steps, and was across the living room swiftly. My breath was still locked in my lungs, and I pulled open the hall closet.

The telephone rang again.

I heard naked feet padding against the bedroom floor.

I stepped into the closet and pulled it closed. Darkness engulfed me, and I pushed my body back against the hanging clothing.

The telephone was in the middle of a ring when I heard Patti's voice. Her voice was very clear and loud, and I realized she was standing at the hall extension, right in front of the closet!

"Hello," Patti said.

The door of the closet wasn't completely shut, and I could see movement between the door and the door jamb.

"This is she," Patti said.

I put my eye to the crack, and peered out. Patti was pacing up and down in front of the door. Across the room I could see her lover. He was leaning in the doorway of the bedroom, standing there naked. He was stroking his cock as he listened.

"What about my ad?" she asked.

Ad? I thought. My ad? Then I realized that she had said: my ad! Patti's ad!

"I see," she said. She was nodding across the room to her lover, indicating it was safe.

"Are you a single man or do you have a partner?" she asked. "Single… I see… no. I don't object to single men… as long as they are qualified."

I looked at her lover. He was stroking his cock and smiling.

"What did you say your name was?" Patti said. She had a pencil in her hand and she was scribbling something down on a yellow pad.

"Well, Jim," she said. "Tell me a little something about yourself… have you ever done this kind of thing before… your age… you know…"

She listened, writing occasionally.

My head was spinning, and my cock still ached. I began to stroke it again, looking across the room at him, stroking his giant organ.

"I see," Patti said. She waved to her lover, beckoning him to her. "Well, frankly, that is a little young, Jim… no. I'm not objecting to youth… It's just experience I'm interested in."

I watched her cradle the receiver under her chin, and she began to stroke her lover's enormous cock.

"I'm sure you are experienced," Patti said.

His hand came out and he placed it between her legs. I watched her part her thighs to accommodate his hand. His finger moved down under her body, then he pushed his hand upward and Patti sighed.

"All right, then," Patti said. "How big are you?"

She had her legs spread wide, and I could see his finger sliding in and out of her box. I could see the lips of her cunt around his finger.

"No!" Patti said. "Your cock!… I don't give a damn how tall you are."

Patti's ad! Patti had placed her own sex ad!

"Well," she said. "That size I can get from my husband. Why should I bother with yours just because it's different… if I'm going to get fucked, it might as well be the way I want, right?"

I couldn't believe my ears or my eyes. I stopped touching my cock for fear that I would cum with just the slightest touch. I held my hands down at my sides, and wiped my sweaty palms against my pants.

"I'll tell you what," Patti said into the receiver. She was still caressing her lover's cock. "Do you think you might consider a thing with three people… me and another man? You might? Good. Sure, I'll let you fuck me… I might even let you eat me when he's fucking me!"

Patti laughed, and she squeezed her lover's giant cock.

"Good," she said. "Give me your number, and I'll call you back… yes, I will call… I'm looking forward to it as much as you… Women like to fuck, too, you know… and who knows… if we all three hit it off together… maybe you know another guy who wouldn't mind joining us? Good."

Her lover bent forward and began to suck on Patti's tit.

"Uummm, Hank!" Patti said. Then, into the telephone: "Okay, Jim. I'll be in touch. As soon as I can fit you into my schedule… fine… I'm got to go now, Jim… seems you caught us in the middle of… something."

Patti laughed into the phone. "Okay. Bye-bye."

She hung up the receiver, and Hank… Hank her lover… Hank with the giant cock… grabbed Patti in his arms and began to kiss her. His tongue slurped in her mouth, and she pumped her fist up and down his cock.

"Take it off the hook," he said.

"Why?" Patti said, laughing.

"Because," he said, "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you now!"

Patti kissed Hank back. Her face was suddenly serious, and her kiss was ardent and passionate.

"What are you waiting for?" she said. Her eyes were closed, and her face was flushed.

He picked her up in his arms and carried her effortlessly out of my vision.

I waited a moment or two in the closet, making sure that all was safe. When I was confident that they were out of the room, I carefully pushed open the closet door. I stepped from the closet and closed the door. My cock was still out and my balls hung down the front of my pants.

My first instinct was to flee: to run, to escape, to get out of the house. I had even opened the front door, and stood poised, one foot into the hallway outside.

But something called me back.

A moan: Patti's moan.

Patti was moaning in such obvious pleasure that I could hear her all the way from the hall. Her voice was shrill with abandonment, and she was moaning loudly.

"More!" she said. "Godithurts!… push it in more!"

I stood in the hallway a moment, feeling her voice, her pleasure, wrapping itself around my will, like coils of a rope around my legs. Her excitement was like a magnet, and I could feel a pulling in my cock and a pressure in my balls. I felt myself turning from escape.

My cock throbbed insanely, and I touched it again. It was alive, hot and a fraction away from exploding.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuckmeeeeee!" Patti moaned.

I felt myself step towards her. My mouth was dry, and my eyes were like burning coals in my head. I felt myself fading in and out of reality, like waves washing against my senses. I walked across the living room, and stood, silent, with an erect cock, a single step from the bedroom door way.

I took that last step.

I saw the bed. He was on the bottom, and Patti was on the top. He had his legs closed, and she had hers open, and spread around his. I was looking down the bed at them, so they couldn't see me. I moved to the center of the bedroom doorway.

I saw his cock then: or about one quarter of it. The rest was buried inside of Patti's cunt. I saw the lips of her cunt spread widely apart, filled with the swelling thickness of Hank's cock. I saw his balls, hanging down between his thighs, and I saw the wide furrow between her legs. I saw that the hair on her cunt was wet, and the color shaded from blond to almost dark brown, near her ass.

I watched as his legs stiffened, and he pushed his knees upward. His cock began to move, sliding slowly, like the slow pump on a motor as it begins to turn over. His cock moved up into Patti's cunt, opening her body slightly more, spreading her cunt lips around his cruel thickness.