“Would you like to fuck me, Spencer?”
“Oh, god, yes,” he replied.
“Mmmm. I bet you’d like to take your big fat cock and push it into my tight little pussy, you naughty boy.”
“Oh, fuck, yes, Suzy. Please,” he moaned into the phone.
“I’m touching my pussy now, Spencer. Let me see if I can slip a finger in to feel if you’d fit inside me. Oooh, it’s so wet! I’m sure your dick would fit. Are you touching your cock now, Spencer? Are you wanking it?”
“Yes,” Spencer lied, gasping.
“Is it hard?” Suzy breathed huskily down the phone.
“Oh, it’s so hard, Suzy,” Spencer groaned, looking down as Emma slowly swallowed his entire length without breaking eye contact.
He’d never begun to imagine that a girl as gorgeous as Suzy Simpson would possibly have even considered having telephone sex with him. But, right at this very moment, she was fingering herself while telling him how she wanted him to fuck her from behind. And it wasn’t a dream.
And that wasn’t all.
Despite numerous diverse and elaborate sexual fantasies, never had Spencer really thought that a truly stunning woman would ever want to have any sort of sex with him.
But kneeling in front of him was a bona fide fantasy woman. She had shoulder-length brown hair, dark eyes and a wide generous smile. She was tall and long-limbed with a perfect arse and large flawless breasts. And she had his cock in her mouth.
At first when Emma had come to baby-sit him for three weeks while his mum was away on holiday, Spencer had been indignant. He was eighteen and could look after himself.
But when Emma had begun to casually masturbate him for no more reason than because he liked it, he’d started to see the upside of her staying. And when she’d starting sucking him off and then letting him fuck her up her arse, he’d decided that maybe having a babysitter wasn’t so bad.
Of course, he knew that it wasn’t his appearance or personality that had seduced her to a position of such immense sexual goodwill. Instead she’d found him at a low ebb in terms of his confidence with girls and, through of a strange combination of affection and pity, had decided to boost his self-assurance in as direct a way as could be imagined.
And, even beyond the regular blowjobs, tit-wanks and butt-fucks, it had paid dividends already.
Suzy Simpson, one of the most delightful girls in his year at school, had agreed to go out with him; they’d had a lovely evening culminating in her sucking his dick. Since then, they’d spent most of the weekend on the phone, gradually increasing their level of flirtation until it had become full-on dirty phone sex.
Although this was the first time that she’d called mid-blowjob from Emma.
He knew that the polite thing to do was to ask Suzy to call back or ask Emma to stop. But he’d rationalised that he would have just had a wank anyway while he talked to Suzy, so he’d surreptitiously asked Emma to keep on sucking. He felt slightly guilty but what Suzy didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her, he reasoned as Emma began to bob her head at phenomenal pace. “Oh, Spencer, I’m coming!” he heard Suzy gasp down the phone.
“Me too!” he groaned as he heard her orgasm. He pulled Emma’s head towards him, pushing himself down her throat as he ejaculated abundantly.
After a few moments, Suzy breathed contentedly down the phone, “Mmmm, Spencer. That was nice. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow at school.”
“Me neither. Suzy, do you think we can maybe meet up after school? It would be nice to get some time on our own together.”
“Spencer! I know what you want, you dirty bastard,” Suzy laughed. “You’ll have to wait though. I’ve got a dissertation to do by the end of the week and I need the evenings to finish it. But I promise I’ll make up for it on Friday night. Are we still going to be able to use your house?”
Spencer had already agreed with Emma that she’d make herself scarce so that he and Suzy would be able to come back to his mum’s house to get some time alone. In fact, Emma had been very supportive, saying, “Spencer, she sounds like a horny little tart! Looks like you’re on a promise, darling.”
He continued, “Yes! My mum’s friend is going out that night so we’ll have the place to ourselves.” He smiled down at Emma as she languidly licked him clean.
“Great! I can’t wait to feel you inside me. Anyway got to go! Bye!” Suzy giggled as she hung up.
“Suzy! Suzy! Oh shit!” he said as he put the phone down. “She’s such a tease!”
“Good for her,” Emma replied as she pulled herself up onto the sofa next to him. “It’s not like she’s over-promising and under-delivering, lover.”
“Oh, no, she’s great. In fact she’s just told me that she wants me inside her! Oh, Emma, I can’t believe how wonderful you’ve made me feel. Everything’s going so well,” he enthused. But even as he said the words he had a stab of misgiving remembering that, in just one week, Emma would be gone.
Over the last two weeks, he’d had more sex than he had ever dreamed possible, performing virtually every sexual act he could envisage with Emma except for full vaginal penetration. On top of that she had also set him up beautifully, transforming his appearance and giving him the confidence to talk to girls and to make them laugh.
But by next Saturday night his mum would be back and she’d be gone.
Of course, things were going fantastically with Suzy but he was realistic enough to know that once Emma was gone, he would never again have a living goddess at his beck and call, willing to fulfil almost any fantasy he wanted.
However, despite her liberal attitude to sex and her generous viewpoint on sharing her body, Emma was unusually old-fashioned about taking Spencer’s virginity. She felt that he should lose it to someone his own age, that somehow it would be wrong for her to steal his cherry, even though she was only ten years older than him.