When the telephone rang the following morning, I thought it was Patti calling back. Our conversation from the previous night had been a difficult, painful one. A lot of apologizing had gone on between us, as well as a lot of arguing and accusing. We had set a tentative reconciliation date finally at the end of the conversation.
That's why I was nervous when the phone rang so early in the day. The only one who would call would be Patti.
"Hello?" I said.
"Hello, Al?" a voice asked back. It was a woman's voice, but not Patti's voice.
"Who's this?" I asked. The voice sounded familiar.
"Me," she said. "Iris."
I couldn't place the name, although I knew the voice.
"Iris who?"
"What's the matter, Al?" her voice asked. "Did you forget me already?"
I couldn't place her. She had a deep voice, somewhat husky. She seemed to be panting or out of breath.
"The dildo!" she said. "Remember: I fucked myself with the rubber cock and you jerked off…"
I remembered now. The strange, obscene telephone lady. So Iris was her name. She had never told me before now. That was odd, for certainly I knew everything else about her.
"Hello," I said. "I'm sorry. I didn't recognize your voice."
"I recognized yours," she said. "How's your cock?"
Her bluntness was still disconcerting. "All right," I answered. "How's yours?"
"Which one?" she said. "My rubber one or the one that I'm using now?"
I asked her what she meant.
"I decided to try the real thing," she explained. "The dildo was all right. But a cock with a man attached is still unbeatable."
"Explain that slowly," I said. I was standing near the telephone table with the receiver in my hand. As she talked, I slowly made my way to the bed, and sat down on the edge of the mattress. Only moments before the telephone had rung, I'd gotten up for work. I was still in my underwear.
"I'm being fucked," she said. "Right now."
"You mean… now!" I said. "While we're talking someone is fucking you?"
"Yes."
"I don't believe you."
"It's true," she said. "Do you want to talk to him?"
"No," I said. "It's not necessary…"
"Hello? Hello?" someone said. A man said. "Who am I talking to?"
"Who is this?" I asked.
"My name is Steve," the man said.
I hesitated a moment. "What are you doing to… Iris?"
"It's not my idea."
"You're not her husband, are you?"
"No."
"You sure?" he sounded doubtful.
"No," I said. "I'm not."
He waited a moment.
"I'm fucking her," he explained, now. "It's hers…"
"Put Iris back on," I said.
I sat there for a moment, wondering about my strange telephone caller. Surely she had to be unique. I listened to the telephone change hands, followed up with a few muffled words. Then I was talking to Iris again.
"I told you," she said.
I didn't know what to say. "Why?" I asked finally. "Why are you doing it?"
"The same reason I did it with the rubber cock," she said. "It's exciting… sexually exciting."
It was; for me at least. I sat there for a moment in complete silence, imagining what was going on at the other end of the telephone. I pictured Iris in my mind: she was naked and lying on her back… Steve was between her legs and he was fucking her… slowly… And she was talking to me… telling me about it…
"What are you thinking about?" she asked.
"Nothing." I lied.
"I bet," she said. "I know damn well what you thinking about… me."
"All right," I said. "You're right."
"You have to be thinking about me," she explained. "That's why I called you… that's why I call anyone."
"You mean you call others?" I asked. For some strange reason, the idea was disturbing.
"Sure," she said. "Plenty of others. And every one of them different."
"Do you talk to them about sex too?"
"Of course," she said. "I tell them what I'm doing and they tell me what they're doing… like we did the first time I called you."
"And you masturbate over the telephone?"
"Sometimes," she said. "Sometimes I just talk… you know… talk dirty. I play with myself… they play with themselves… and we both have a good time. Sometimes I use the rubber cock… it all depends on how the conversation goes or how my mood is…"
"Why did you decide to change?" I asked. "To use a real man instead of the dildo?"
"It's something different," she explained. "Sex gets tiresome if you don't vary it… just like you get tired of fucking your old lady all the time, right?… you want something different… a new cunt, right?… it's the same with me…"
"But I thought fucking over the telephone had other advantages?" I asked, remembering our previous conversation. "I thought it was safer and cleaner…"
"It is," she insisted.
"Then what about Steve?" I asked.
"Forget Steve," she said. "Remember one thing… Steve doesn't count… it's you I'm fucking with, Al… in my mind I'm fucking with you…"
"Then why don't you fuck with me in real life?" I asked. "Why bother with the telephone?"
"Because in real life, Al," she said. "I might be a disappointment to you. I may be too old, or too fat, or just a plain bitch…"
"But over the telephone," she continued, "I can never disappoint you!… I'll never be too fat… too old… too bitchy… and for me, you'll be anything I want… in my imagination, you'll have a fantastic cock… ten inches long… twelve!… if I want… And you'll be the greatest lover I've ever had… only because I'll never really have to fuck you… Steve is doing that for us… It's Steve's cock, but you're my fantasy…"
"You make him sound as though he's nobody… that he has nothing to do with it…"
"He is nobody!" she answered. "He's nothing! A man I picked up… He's an extension of my dildo… a masturbatory fantasy…"
"I don't think I understand…"
"Think of it this way," she explained. "It's like when you jerk off. In your mind, the cunt you are fucking is the softest… wettest… greatest cunt you can imagine. You picture the woman in your mind any way, any position, any body you want… any woman you want!… and all you do is pull on your cock and imagine and imagine until you start to cum, and then its better… more intense… than any real fuck you've ever had… fantasy fucks are always better than real fucks. Reality is a drag when you compare it to what you can imagine."
"But that's not always true…"
"Sure it is!" she interrupted. "No man could ever fuck me the way my mind… the way my imagination… can fuck me!… sure, right now Steve is fucking me… his cock is going in and out of my cunt… But when I start to cum… I'll be thinking of you… You will be fucking me…"
I considered her words.
"Steve's fucking of me is not what's sexually exciting," she continued. "What's exciting is the fact that I'm telling you about it… That you – a total stranger – know I'm being fucked…"
I thought about it for a moment. It was true. It was exciting. I touched my cock through my undershorts. It was hard and hot. There was something perversely exciting about knowing someone was being fucked. It was almost like watching her being fucked… better than watching… for I could imagine her any way I wanted… The basic reality did not change… She was being fucked and I was listening to her describe it.
I heard her moan.
"Is it good?" I asked.
"Very good," she said, "The combination of the fuck and telling you… my cunt's all wet… when I cum, it will be good… lean tell."
I touched my cock again. I slid my hand down into my pants and began to run my fingers up and down my hard-on. There was a bubble of moisture at the tip of my cock, and I spread it out across the head with my finger.
My momentary silence must have aroused her curiosity.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Touching myself."
"Your cock?"
"Yes."
"Good… very good… ohhnh!"
"What happened?"
"Steve's sucking on my tits… playing with the fleshy part and sucking the nipple…"
"While he's fucking you?"
"Yes."
I closed my eyes and began to jerk off.
"What are you wearing?" she asked.
"Just my underwear."
"Why don't you take them off?" she suggested. "Both Steve and I are naked."
I considered this for a moment. Iris was a strange woman, and her kind of sex was unique. I could imagine a man doing what she was doing… a voyeuristic… exhibitionistic man. But a woman… a woman who would go to these lengths… the idea was novel and stimulating.
I knew I wouldn't object to participating. I had enjoyed it the first time, over the telephone. Her talk was sexy and it was arousing me. The idea of what she was doing was arousing me.
"All right," I agreed. "I'll get undressed."
I began to pull my tee-shirt off.
"Tell me about it!" Iris said. "Doing it is only one part of the enjoyment. Telling me about it is the best part. The exciting part."
"I'm taking my shirt off now," I said. I pulled it over my head, letting the receiver go for a moment while I pulled the shirt down my arm.
"I'll just lie here and be fucked," Iris said. "Don't mind if I moan… it's starting to get good."
"I'm pulling the pants down now…"
"What type are they? Shorts or briefs?"
"The brief type," I said. "They're sweaty. Sticking to my body somewhat…"
"Good."
"… I'm rolling them down my legs… stepping out of them… now I'm naked."
"Do you have a hard-on?"
"Yes."
"Touch it for me again," she said.
I did.
"Tell me…"
"It's hard… very hard," I said. "I'm squeezing it now… It's like a rock."
"Is it circumcised?"
"Yes… It's big… very big."
"What about your balls?" she asked. "When's the last time you came?"
I told her about Ellen Marshall.
"Jesus," she said. She moaned several, times during my telling her.
"Are you reacting to what I'm telling you," I asked, "Or because of what Steve is doing to you?"
"Both," she confessed. "Tell me more. Tell me about the other women. In detail."
I told her about Gail and Sandi. Then I told her about Yvonne and her husband. She found my story of Kenneth Hill exciting, and she asked me to repeat it several times, especially the part when he came in his wife's face. She was moaning now, more regularly.
"Tell me about yourself," I said when I had finished. My own story had aroused me, but I needed more. I sat back on the bed, with the receiver under my ear, and I continued to stroke myself.
"About now?" she asked.
"About everything… anything sexy."
"I'm on my back," she began. "I have my legs open and bent up… Steve is in between them… facing me. He's holding himself up on his elbows and knees… and he's fucking me. Sometimes I wrap my legs around his ass… sometimes I bring my legs all the way up and hold them by my ankles behind my head… When I do that, I can feel his cock sliding all the way into me… deeply into my cunt… and I can feel his balls banging against my ass…"
I pictured it in my mind, and my hand continued to move.
"He's still sucking on my tits… Big tits, but sensitive… I love to have them played with… especially the nipples… If there's one way to get me to fuck it's to play with my tits… Jesus!"
"What do you look like?" I asked. I wanted to make the picture complete in my mind.
"I'm thirty-six," Iris began. "I have black hair and brown eyes… black hair on my cunt too… I think I've already told you about that… a lot of hair… a regular jungle… I'm a hairy woman… my cunt… under my arms… do you like hairy women?… some men do…"
She was right. Most men do. There is something very primitive and animal-like about a hairy woman.
"I weigh one-thirty-five," she continued. "I'm five-four… A little heavy, but big… Big tits… big ass… big cunt…"
I opened my legs and humped upward, pushing myself off the bed. I could see her fucking Steve…
"Oh shit," she moaned. "That's good… do some more."
"What did he do?" I asked.
"He's standing up now… I'm hanging with my ass over the edge of the bed… he's got my legs straight up… pressed up against his body… with my feet near his face… And he's fucking me like that… with my legs up… I can feel his cock moving in and out of my cunt… pushing up into me… inside of my cunt… my legs are closed somewhat… it makes the passage tighter… a lot of friction… I can feel the ridge of his cock sliding down… it feels wet… hard like the dildo, only better… warmer… moving… it feels alive!… shit!"
Sweat was running down my neck, and my arm was aching from the constant motion of jerking off. I could cum at any time, I knew. But I fought the feeling back, savoring the pleasure of deprivation. I wanted to save my orgasm. I wanted to cum when she was cuming… I wanted to cum when Steve was aiming inside of her…
"Eat me!" I heard Iris say. "That's it… lick my cunt…"
"What's happening?" I asked.
"He's pulled out," she began. "Jesus… that feels good… even pulling out feels sexy… do you know what it feels like for a woman to have a big cock slide out of your cunt?… it feels like you're taking a shit with your cunt… like a gigantic turd is pushing out… you can feel it moving in you… wet… hard… sliding down and out… and your cunt feels empty… hollow… when it's gone… You can feel your cunt reclosing…"
I felt it; I saw it; I imagined it. I kept on pumping my fist up and down along my cock until I felt as though my arm would cramp.
"He's down between my legs now," she said. "I can feel his face… his breath… against my cunt… His breath against the wetness of my pussy… he's taking his hands… his fingers on me… opening the lips… pushing his fingers up… inside of me… squishing them around… turning them…"
I was listening with my body; with my mind.
"He's pulling them out now… he's bending closer to me… I can feel his breath again… hot… almost wet on my skin… Oooohh!"
"What did he do?" I demanded. I wanted to know. I had to know. I felt as though I were watching a movie and someone had suddenly stood up in front of me and blocked my vision.
"His tongue," Iris said. "His tongue…"
"What did he do with his tongue?"
"He touched my cunt with it… my clitoris… he's licking my clit with the tip of his tongue… he's moving his tongue slowly… almost as though he's dabbing my cunt with his tongue… like a paint brush… dabbing my clit with wet…"
"More… tell me more."
"He's got his hands under my ass and he's holding me in place… so that my cunt won't slip away from his tongue… it's like he's eating watermelon… holding my cunt and slurping his face into my wet pussy…"
I listened carefully to the silence that followed her words. For a moment I almost thought I could hear…
"He's moving his fingers now… sliding them up from my ass… near my cunt… He's pushing his finger into me… into my cunt… He's licking my cunt and pushing his finger in and out… Jesus… it's like getting fucked and licked at the same time… He's moving his finger… bending it… running it up and down the hole… rubbing my insides with the tip… and licking at my clit…"
I felt like I was lying in a puddle of sweat. The bed under my body was drenched with my excitement and effort. My stomach was hard from my tensing it and the muscles of my thighs strained as I pushed myself up and down through my fist.
"He's moving his other finger… a second finger… He's pushing it in… into me… two fingers in my cunt!… like a small cock… pushing in and out… I can feel the muscles of my cunt closing around his fingers… tightening… I can feel the knuckles of his fist against the outer lips of my cunt… pushing up…"
Without thinking, I put my left hand in my mouth. Two fingers of my left hand in my mouth. As I jerked off, I slid the fingers in and out of my mouth, wetting the fingers. I tightened my lips around them and continued to move my hand up and down against my crotch.
"His tongue is moving down… away from my clit… he's pushing his tongue up into me… no. No!… not into me… He's sliding his tongue up… from the inside of my cunt hole where his fingers are… up through the flaps of the lips… and now he's touching my clitoris again… Oh God! He's doing it again… again!"
I knew what he was doing. I had done it myself to Patti. It used to drive her out of her mind.
"Wait," she said. She was talking more to herself than she was talking to me. "He's pulling his fingers out now… I can hear the sound of my cunt… the wet… sliding sound… He's sliding his fingers up and down between the lips… He's opening the fingers… separating them… pushing them back into me…"
I heard a moan. A moan of intense pleasure.
"My ass…" Iris moaned. "He's pushing a finger up my ass… his middle finger… still wet from my cunt… his pushing it up my ass… I can feel it sliding in… Oh Jesus!… he's pushing the other finger back up in my cunt… one finger in my ass and one in my cunt!"
"Oohh!" I heard someone say. It took me a second to realize it was me.
"He's licking my cunt… rapidly now… beating his tongue against my clit… and pushing both fingers inside of me… he's moving the one in my ass… ohjesusithurts… good."
I felt my orgasm brimming. I was holding my legs together to prevent my cuming.
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" Iris screamed.
I heard a movement, then the clunking sound of the telephone dropping. I heard moans, and a hand fumbling for the receiver. Voices faded in and out, intermixed with her moans and the pumping splash of flesh against flesh.
"He's fucking me… Oh Jesus… it's good… his cock… his hot fucking cock in my cunt, going in and out… fucking me…"
"Tell me more!" I screamed. "More!"
"He's on top… in my cunt," she was almost incoherent, "I'm touching his cock now… I'm putting my hand down between my legs… touching his cock… It's all wet… slimy and juicy… I can feel it going in and out of my cunt… Through my hand… into my pussy…"
I began to cum.
"He's cuming!" she said. "He's cumminnngggg!"
Her voice faded into a moan and I knew she, too, was in the middle of a monumental orgasm.
My sperm shot into the air and splashed against my belly like hot rain. Thick puddles of cum, running down my hand, making my fingers slippery.
"I can feel him!" she screamed. "His cum! Inside my cunt… hot… hot like hot water… flowing… spurting… I can feel his cock throbbing…"
My own cock was throbbing, and I pushed my body up into my fist as though it were Iris' cunt. I tightened my fist around my cock.
"Oh, Jesus!" she said. And that was all. There was a very loud silence.