Surprise Party Pt. 02

"Angie's hands are pretty small," Sandy crooned in her ear. "I bet she could get her whole hand in there and fist fuck you." His voice growled lower. "Yeah, that would be hot to watch, you with your legs spread wide while she fisted you. I'd get down and lick your clit while she did it so I could see your pussy swallowing her whole hand."

"Fist...whole fist..."

"That's right baby. And I know you could take it in that hot wet pussy of yours. You'd take it and love it. Wouldn't you?"

In her mind's eye Marla could see her friend pistoning a clenched fist into her abused cunny, stretching it farther than it had ever been. Sandy was there too, but he wasn't licking her clit, that would have put him in the way. He was standing next to her, feeding his hard cock into her mouth. "Yes," she admitted, "I'd love it."

"Why don't you go back inside and ask her to do it?" Sandy prompted.

"What? No, no, I couldn't do that," Marla protested.

"Then I guess you have to keep waiting until you finally get to come," he said laughingly. "You are a glutton for punishment. Take your fingers out of your puss." He heard a disappointed sigh as she did as she was told. "Now lick them clean. Hold the phone close so I can hear you sucking that sweet pussy juice. Gee, we know Angie and Beth would like to suck those fingers clean for you, to suck your pussy dry. Would you pay them back the favor?"

"Huh?" she grunted around her mouthful of sticky fingers.

"It would only be fair," he insisted. "They would deserve to come too if they fist-fucked and sucked you to climax. You would definitely need to get between their thighs and love their flowers with your mouth. Licking and sucking, doing everything you like having done to you until they were shaking under your tongue. Mmm, it's the best."

Marla closed her eyes and concentrated on the fingers in her mouth, tasting the honey from deep inside her box. She saw Angie still buried to the wrist in her pink gash, but now it was Beth instead of Sandy standing over Marla's face, her own pink slit just inches from Marla's mouth. Then the woman's tongue was reaching out for the girl's flower. Marla's fingers flew out of her mouth and back to her tormented pussy. "Baby," she pleaded, "can't I come now? Some hot phone sex, you like that don't you?"

"I do, baby, I do," her man agreed. "The secret to phone sex is that you have to tell me what you're doing...and what you're thinking. What are you thinking about that makes you want to come right now?"

"Your cock," she panted. "Your big, hard cock."

"Yeah?"

"In my mouth, your cock fucking my mouth."

"That's all? What else? Tell me," he commanded.

"And pussy," she admitted. "My pussy with a fist in it," she hesitated, "and another pussy in my face."

"I thought my cock was in your mouth?" he teased.

"It is," she groaned. "And the pussy."

He could hear the confused passion in her voice. "And where are your fingers right now?" he asked.

"On my pussy," she admitted. "Waiting for you to say I can touch myself," she added quickly.

"Yeah, you can touch yourself baby," he purred. "Is Angie fisting you?"

"Oh, fuck, she is. It hurts so good, she's tearing me up."

"Are you on your back or on your hands and knees?"

"Back," she panted. "Sitting on a couch."

"So I must be standing next to you, poking my cock into your hot mouth?"

"Big, beautiful cock."

"And is Beth on your other side?"

"Uh, sometimes you, sometimes Beth."

"Okay baby, here's the way it is. Beth is straddling you, shoving her tight little pussy right into your face. And I'm behind Beth, my cock between her legs, right under her cunt, right in your face. If you suck my cock you can slide down and your nose rubs right against her clit. If you let go of my dick and suck on her pussy you can feel me rubbing against your cheek or neck. Do you like that, baby?"

"Yeah," Marla breathed happily.

"You're going back and forth, baby. Sucking hard on my bone, then burying your tongue in her slit. Back and forth... cock...pussy...hard...soft...both wet with your spit and her juice...both of us fucking your slutty mouth."

"Fuck...mouth."

"That's right, fucking your pretty mouth. And Angie's fucking your pretty pussy, fucking it with her fist. Are you fucking yourself with your hand, pretty slut?"

He heard her gasp and knew she had just shoved all four fingers back up her hot slit. "And your thumb is rubbing your clit?"

She yelped and he knew she had finally pushed her love button. He also knew it wouldn't take much for her to explode.

"Rub it, bitch, rub it hard. Jam those fingers in your cunt, feel Angie's fist. Suck my cock, suck Beth's clit. She's going to come on your face, suck that pussy dry, suck it! She's coming, coming all over your face."

"Unh, unh, unh, uunnnhhh," and it was Marla who was coming, her thighs bumping the steering wheel as her ass came off the car seat. Her fingers came out of her hole and took the place of her thumb on her clit, sending the orgasm to a new height. She screamed, dropping the phone and squeezing her tit, pinching the nipple, her pussy fingers flying in a frenzy. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ahhhhh," another scream of pleasure.

Sandy waited with a smile, listening to his wife's ragged gasps in the distance. Then he heard a fumbling sound and could easily imagine her groping around trying to find the phone. Finally her panting was coming from right by the receiver. "Oh, baby," she moaned. "Oh, fuck...that was so good. What have you done to me?"

"I've just 'unwrapped' my present a little. Got a little look at what's underneath the wrapping and it's pretty fucking hot."

"Jeez, have you turned me into a lesbian?" she laughed.

He laughed back. "No, just let the slut out of her cage. I think there was a little cock action in that fantasy – at least a little."

"Well I'm ready for some real cock action," she declared. "Where are you? I want real cock in my mouth!"

"Soon enough," he laughed, "soon enough. Tell you what, meet me over at the mall. I'll be in the Bloomingdale's dress section picking out a gift for my wife."

"Oh, baby, you get this pussy without any gifts."

"Well, that's good to know. But I'm taking you out on Saturday night and you need a gift you can tell your mom about...unless you want to tell her about the rest of your birthday?" he asked with a big smile coming through the phone.

"Oh, okay, Bloomingdale's in 15 minutes, but I hope you won't make me wait too much longer for that cock."

"Don't worry, my lovely slut, there is plenty of cock for the rest of your birthday. I'll see you soon. Love you."

"Love you, you bad, bad man." She hung up and started the car.

Sandy reached out and took the telephone off speaker mode, then hung up. "Well, what do you think?" he asked the man sitting at the table with him.

"You were right, bro'. She's ready, definitely ready."