Secret's Last Call - Part 1

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Part 1 of a VERY long story about two women having a naughty phone call...


Saturday and dateless, Secret pranced naked, fresh from the shower and wringing wet. She admired her nubile figure in the dressing mirror, pleased by the sheen upon her body. Dark footprints soaked the carpet where she stepped. Water droplets fell like female rain. Sparkling gems of fluid that parachuted from her body in silent groans of despair at losing touch with her warmth. Luckier drops clung in the black web of her groin; translucent beads that jiggled erotically and caressed her flesh. Secret felt clean. Boomer thumped his tail and panted happily nearby. He leapt with her, trying to participate in her joy. Secret giggled when his wet nose chilled her ribs or thighs. Gasped surprise when it poked dangerously close to her crotch. "Boomer!" she scolded, dropping to one knee to confront him face to face. "Boomer, stop it. Sit still!" Boomer licked her face. Obeyed. She towelled herself dry.
Secret stood and threw wide the closet doors. Surveyed her wardrobe. Fussed over what to wear for the evening. She picked out a short skirt and a fishnet bikini bra. Summer thongs for her bare feet. Threw the ensemble on the bed and left Boomer to sit while she dried her hair.
Secret was young. Nineteen. A college student. Determined to pay her own way through school and doing nicely. Grades were good. Sophomore classes no harder than the first year. Art History major and a walk-on position on the gymnastics squad. She'd loved the acrobatic freedom of the above-the-floor disciplines as a girl, but had suffered heavily through a voluptuous puberty and now excelled only on the floor exercises. Her early boyish shape had betrayed her and ripened swiftly into adolescence. Her hips had rounded along with her flat chest. She'd matured sexually too, moving from pre-adolescent masturbation to athletic couplings with any boy she chose. Like so many girls that become women so fast, Secret made mistakes--or was taken advantage of. She was deemed a little too easy and then labeled slutty when one boy had bragged to his friends about the incredible blowjob she had given him after a party. He never told them that she had done it out of sympathy when he couldn't become erect. The other girls whispered the dirty deed around and taunted her. 'Secret's got a secret!' they'd hissed behind her back. They'd titter and giggle evilly whenever Secret applied lipstick. Some teased, "Fixing a smear?" or, "Who's wearing the rest of it?" or "It doesn't go that far in your mouth, Secret." Secret ignored them. A pretty girl, already isolated. 
Dry, Secret slipped on her thongs. She pulled her skirt up over her ankles, calves, and thighs, settling it snugly on her hips. She sprinkled a flowery perfume around her bellybutton. Secret pulled on the bra. Adjusted her breasts. The fishnet was her favorite. Black, with generous gaps between the thick threads. Her nipples both poked through, but tightly. She had to take hold of herself between long nails that were sharp. Secret pulled her nipples through and took her time lighting the candles and incense before dousing the lights. Boomer followed her around, sniffing at the sulfur of the matches and the smoke wisps pouring off the incense. Secret felt her excitement stir the moment she looked at the telephone. It was time to log in.
The receiver bleeped rapidly through the auto-dial sequence and Secret adjusted the headset. She was a very animated speaker. Her hands helped her form words and feelings when she spoke. So she had bought a cordless headset for her phone and loved it. Light, unobtrusive, and crystal clear in her ear. A thin microphone curling along her jaw and coming to a perforated point near her unpainted lips. Secret paced, waiting for the receptionist to answer. "Phone Phantasy Hotline, this is Ginger," the voice said in Secret's ear. "Hi Ginger, this is Secret. Can you please put me in the queue?" Ginger took Secret's phone number, an ID code for billing, and verified a shift length. With equal precision and coolness, they worked through a short list of sexual topics that Secret would not talk about. Secret knew she could make a great deal more money if she were willing to take callers requesting bisexual girls, but Secret just couldn't carry it off. She froze up when her callers broached lesbian issues. The burden of conversation was always on the fantasy- girl, but Secret stuttered and went blank in her imagination every time girl-girl talk came up. Her mind and body were virgin to the touch of other women and Secret couldn't draw upon any past experience. She froze. And she certainly couldn't handle calls from other women looking for phone partners.
Ginger processed the login and put Secret in the queue. They said goodbye, Ginger hung up, and Secret listened to the quiet on-hold music while she waited for a caller to come through. Boomer wandered over and she scratched absently behind his ears. He lay down at her feet and rested his massive head on his paws. Boomer was a huge, lovable mutt. Parts Shepherd, Lab, Greyhound and St. Bernard. Gentle as a kitten, but territorial and protective, and his sheer size and physical presence gave Secret a sense of security in the solitude of her apartment. Secret then let the great animal sleep and cleaned up her loft while she waited for a caller to appear on the line. 
The first call was a breather that wouldn't give a name. So Secret described for him an impossibly gorgeous woman. She made herself taller and the details of her anatomy seemed to quicken his breath. Secret dwelled on breasts of vast measurements for him. Nipples that stuck out inches and quivered when aroused. Mouth-lips and vaginal-lips that hungered for a penis. His penis. The breather got off swiftly and hung up. Two minutes. Not much, but a start. Secret took three more "minute-men" and wondered if the whole night would be like this. They usually were. Lonely guys, horny and a-social, picking out the Phantasy number from the glossy magazine they had been trying to masturbate over. Secret felt sorry for them. Genuinely sympathetic. Like that first blowjob back in high school. She helped them, and got paid for it. Then she got a weirdo that wanted to tie her up and rape her. She sat down next to Boomer and petted him while the weirdo did his thing in her ear. He went for over ten minutes. Then he hung up and Secret breathed a sigh of relief. The longer calls upped her averages and therefore her pay, but she didn't like the weirdos and the things they said to her. 
"Hi, this is Secret, who's this?" "Bob." "Hi Bob! I'm so glad you called me tonight! What would you like to talk about?" "Um, do you like oral sex?" "Like it? Oh, Bob," she could husk seductively. "I LOVE oral sex! Will you let me go down on you Bob?" "Uh, yeah, sure." Secret slurped and sucked into the phone. She made kissing sounds and smacked her lips. Bob grunted and hung up. More breathers. More minutemen. More Bobs. Bobs were the easiest. Secret ate Bobs like they were candy bon- bons. They had never had a blowjob in their lives and Secret knew it instinctively. They had seen them in magazines or maybe in erotic movies, but they had never had one. So secret gave them the next best thing. "Secret? What a pretty name." "Thanks." "My dick is a foot long." "Oooh, that's so big!" "You want it?" "Yes! Can I touch it? Please?" "Suck it." "Oh, you knew that's just what I wanted to do, didn't you?" "Yeah, now I'm gonna fuck you." "Oh, be gentle. I'm so tight," whining. "Here it comes. All 12 inches." "Unnhh... ohhh..." and so on. "Ok, bitch, now I'm gonna fuck your ass. All 12 inches." "Oh, in my little ass? All that meat?" "Yeah. Bend over, bitch. Here come's all my 12 inches." "Ok, I'll bend over this nice soft couch here, ok? Then you--OH MY! You're so huge!" Game over. Click.
Secret wandered around in the candlelight. She went over to her bedside table and opened a drawer. She withdrew her favorite dildo toys and some lubricants. Body oils, flavored creams, an arsenal of personal pleasures. She arrayed them on the pillow and sat down. Her shift was half over and she despaired of getting a satisfying call. The stultifying sense of frustration was an uncomfortable itch within her. She could always masturbate in the end, but she looked forward to giving one lucky caller the real thing if only he could pull her into his fantasy with beautiful words, unselfish words. She dabbed a flavored balm on her nipples and shivered. Not yet. She denied herself and the shift went on into the night.
"Secret?" "Yes, lover?" "What are you wearing?" "My legs are tan and bare under my miniskirt. I have a see-through bra on my 38-DDs and I'm not wearing any panties." "Awesome," real excitement. "Thanks, lover. How about you? What have you got on?" "Uh, nothing." "Perfect," whisper. "Is it hard?" "Is what hard?" "Oh don't tease! Is it all big?" "What?" "You know," shy. "Say it, Secret." "Your... your... your thing. Your organ," shyer. "My what?" breathing heavily. "C'mon, you know," blushing in her voice. "Say it," almost there. "Your, um, member?" girlish. "My what?" unable to speak. "Your, penis? Your," a touch of the virginal, near tears, "Cock? Your cock? Is your cock all hard? Is your cock all big and hard?" Sounds of male climax. Click. More Bobs. More foot-longs. A weirdo. Some breathers.
"Secret?" "Yes, gorgeous?" "Do you give head?" "Oh, absolutely! If you tell Secret what your erection looks like, she'll tell you what her mouth wants to do with it." "Um," silence. "What's wrong, honey? Isn't it hard yet? I can fix that," naughtily. "Oh, uh, no. It's hard alright. That's not it." "Then what? Are you shy? C'mon, let me have it right between my lips, hon. You can even cum in my mouth." "Sounds great, Secret. But it's being sucked already." "Huh?" "Yeah, um, my wife is deep-throating me and I think she needs your sweet lips on her pussy. We've got you on speaker-phone and she's listening too. So just tell her what you're going to do with her cunt and that'd be great." Secret instantly paled. She blushed brightly. Froze. Hung up. Paced in dismay. Then she got four more lesbian requests in a row and she had to call Ginger back. "Oh, c'mon, Secret. Give it a chance," Ginger said. "I can keep you in calls all night if you'll do girl- girl." "I know, but I just can't," Secret fretted. "You're such a ninny, do you know that?" "Yes." "But you're stickin' to your guns? No lesbian stuff? Are you sure?" "Yeah," biting her nails. "OK. I'll keep them away from you. Sorry." "That's ok, Ginger." Bobs. Breathers. Foot-longs.
Secret fed Boomer and stroked his fur thoughtfully while he ate. Would a lesbian fantasy really be so hard to do? Secret often masturbated in front of her mirror. She liked to watch the reflection of her body in the candle-lit glass. Was it that much different than loving her own body? How often had she longed to suckle her own breasts? Tried to bring them close enough to reach with her outstretched tongue? How many times had she been unable to climax from mere fingering and lusted for the ability to take her own mouth and eat herself out? Maybe if she sat before her mirror and made love to herself she could provide a narrative to a caller seeking lesbian sex. Maybe.
Foot-longs. Breathers. And Bobs. Secret satisfied dozens of anonymous erections and was pacing furiously as the last half-hour of her shift began. Boomer sensed her agitation and whined, swishing his tail. Secret looked at the sexual aids on her bed and knew she wanted some hard cock. The next caller was going to get to hear her come for real if he was willing to stay on the line. She moved to the bed and picked out a small but hard dildo and began to oil it up. The phone line clicked mechanically, startling her where she sat. "Hello, this is Secret. What's your name?" "Ann." Secret froze. "Hello?" the sweet voice said. "Are you there?" The voice was a contralto and rich, with the silken undertone of cigarettes. Thirtyish? Fortyish? Mature, anyway. And Secret had no illusions that this might be a weirdo guy playing at being a woman. There were those who could carry it off in certain timbres for a while, but not in this particular voice.
"You're a woman," Secret said stupidly. A quiet laugh fluttered in Secret's ear, "Yes, I am. Is that ok?" Secret set aside the glistening dildo and placed her hands in her lap like a teenager nearly caught with her fingers in her pants by the teacher. "Who were you trying to reach?" Secret asked. "Ah, I asked for a--is this the fantasy line?" some hesitation. Secret considered saying no. That would end it. "Yes, this is the Phantasy Phone Hotline. Did you want to speak with a guy?" Secret asked. "No, I asked for a woman. Aren't you her?" Secret said, "That's ok. It's just that I only do guys." "Oh," the disappointment touched Secret and she felt tactless. "But we can talk," she found herself saying. "If you like." "Yes, I'd like that. What'd you say your name was?" "Secret." "Really?" "Yes. With a name like mine, you don't have to make one up." "You really do have a sweet voice, Secret. How old are you?" "Nineteen." "Ohhh." "Is that ok?" "It's perfect, Secret. You're just what I'm looking for." Secret felt deeply flattered and terrified at the same time. She said, "Ann? Are you sure? I mean, ah, I've never been with a woman." The laughter was rich and warm and amused. "Are you serious? Did you get that line in a porno movie?" Secret didn't know what that meant. She said so. Ann replied, "I'm sorry, Secret. That's such a cliche, though. I thought you were trying to seduce me." "What?!" "No, no, I'm sorry. I understand," Ann soothed. "So you aren't a lesbian?" "No," Secret admitted. "Neither am I." Secret flushed in embarrassment. "You're not?" "No," Ann said. "I'm bisexual."
Secret was for a moment understanding the distinction. She absorbed this in awkward silence. "I'm not bisexual either," Secret eventually offered. "That's fine." In the silence that followed, Secret wondered where this was going. She decided to go through with the call as best she could. She got up and kicked off a thong, which woke Boomer. He lifted his large head, but dropped it again; slept again. "Secret?" "Yeah, I'm here," she answered. "Can I ask you something?" "You want to know what I look like?" Secret actually considered giving an accurate description. "Yes I would, but can you tell me what you do first? When you're not answering phones, that is." "Well, I'm an actress. I mean, I wanna be one. An actress, that is." "So, you're really pretty then?" "You have to be pretty nowadays. It takes more than talent now." Silence. Ann said, "So what do you look like?" Secret looked at herself in the mirror and described what she saw. Hair, eye color, height, weight, she tossed the words off nervously as she looked herself over. She was improvising, offering innocent, non- sexual details to fill the time. Ann interrupted. "That's really detailed. Did you write that down?" "Oh no, I'm ad-libbing." "Wow, I thought you would be reading from a script..." "Oh no, I have little bios written up for different kinds of callers, but I almost always give my own physical stuff. It's easier. Shall I describe my body for you?" Secret felt silly the instant the words left her mouth. "Maybe later. But for now though, I'd like to ask you about your first sexual experiences. Is that ok?"
Secret thought momentarily and said, "I used to work in an office setting, but I only work from home now. It's too embarrassing for me to do this when there's a room full of people who can hear me." "What?" Ann wondered loudly. "No, no, I meant your early experiences in the flesh, not on the phone." Secret had unhooked her skirt and it fell to the floor like flower petals. She scooted across the bed and sat herself directly in front of the mirror and imagined what it would be like if the reflection came to life and ravaged her. "Oh," Secret said. "OK." "Great. So can you tell me if you began masturbating before you had your first boy? I mean, you do masturbate, don't you, Secret?" The fishnet bra stayed on. Secret liked the nettish feel of it on her breasts. "Yeah, I masturbate. I started that when I was thirteen or fourteen? Years before boys." She felt ok with the question. Girl talk. "Did you put your fingers inside?" "Well, no, not at first. I think I was taking a bath and got carried away with a bar of soap or something. Just rubbing, you know?" The miles and miles of distance between them gave Secret a sense of confidence. She could do this. The woman's voice was perfect and clear in Secret's ear, but she was far away, too. "Did you come that first time?" "I don't think so. I got scared and stopped before it happened. I didn't know what was happening, you know?" "Yeah. Me too," Ann confided. "But you tried again?" "That night. In bed. I used my hands between my legs. I didn't know what was going to happen, but it felt so wonderful that I kept rubbing. I found my little clit and realized that was where the good feelings were coming from."
Secret found that she had risen from her place on the bed and was pacing, gesticulating with both hands, trying to express herself through the line. "Did you come?" "Yes!" Secret laughed. "It was like nothing I'd ever felt! It felt soft and sorta crampy? You know? It scared me; when the orgasm first hit me I squealed out loud like I'd just wet my pants or something! I was so surprised!" "Oh, I know exactly what you mean," Ann said. "I think I quit right away that first night, but I think I did it every night after that. Except for my period." "Exactly. Me too," Ann said. "Can you remember when you started using your finger inside?" "Oh, sure," this was easy. "Me and my girlfriends were talking about boys and we were talking about what it would be like to be with one. In bed." "And?" "Well, one of the older girls told us she had done it. I think she was lying, but anyway, she told us about penises and erections and fucking. So that night I ended up poking my pinky into my vagina to see what it was like. To be with a guy, you know?" "Uh-huh." "That was the first time." "Did it hurt? I mean, were you very tight?" "Yes, very tight. I still am tight. But it was ok. I did it a lot. Fingering, that is. It was fun to fantasize about boys and finger-fuck myself. I learned how to come that way too." "Lucky girl," Ann said.
Secret stepped over Boomer quietly and stood before her mirror. She looked at herself and felt the first silky warmth and tingle of her arousal. That first scent of delight tickled her stomach and the gooseflesh sprouted bumps there, causing her pubes to stiffen from their roots. The skin of her loins tightened. Ann spoke into her ear, "But boys are bigger than fingers..." Secret blinked. "Right?" Ann asked. "Yes." "And you wanted to see what they were like." The young memory of lust was still a fresh feeling in Secret's soul. She touched fingertips to her body. "Yes." "So you tried two fingers? Maybe three?" Ann knew. "Yes..." Secret closed her eyes and remembered the fullness of two fingers. The satisfying tightness of three if her knees were wide and she inserted them sideways. Ann said, "And boys are longer than fingers..." Secret winced, "Yes..." she just *knew what Ann would ask next. "Tell me what you tried next?" Secret felt wetness. She felt wild arousal in her stomach and between her legs. The thing popped into her mind. "A carrot," she whispered. And came quietly as the memory of the orange vegetable poking her surface. Ann whispered, "I used my hairbrush," and Secret fell to her knees on the carpet and creamed herself at the thought. "A hairbrush?" Secret whimpered. "Up to the bristles," Ann bragged.
Then Ann continued, "After the carrot?" Secret bit her lip, closed her eyes, said, "Other things." Ann adopted a teasing tone, "Like what?" Secret felt an erotic shame at the confession. "A banana -- because it was thicker and curved. A hot dog- -'cause it was soft and fleshy and pink. Like a penis would be." "What else?" Ann prodded. "I don't know," a vague memory darkened Secret's inner eye and she hesitated. "Yes you do. C'mon, Secret. Tell me," Ann pressed. "A tube," Secret admitted softly. "Of toothpaste." "Really?" Ann giggled in frank surprise. "Why?" Secret knelt in front of the mirror and looked at her body. The signs of deep arousal were obvious. This call had taken a hairpin curve that she'd never anticipated, but it was exciting her anyway. She wanted to abandon herself to Ann's interrogatory probing. Wanted to share the things she was seeing in her mind. She wanted to be truly naked. She kicked off her last thong and crouched on the carpet. "I wanted to feel something squirt inside me. Like a guy ejaculating?" Secret remembered the mess she'd made. Remembered the tingling new orgasms that came when she'd applied the shower head to clean the toothpaste out of her vagina. "Wow," Ann said with admiration. "Never thought of trying that. I just used hot water from the shower head." Secret erupted with laughter. "How do you think I got the toothpaste out?" Ann's rich laugh echoed in Secret's ear. "Oh Ann, it was awful! The toothpaste foamed like crazy when I put the nozzle down there!" Ann grew hysterical. "I had blue foam just gushing out of my pussy! It ran down my legs and up my butt and it tickled! It was like bubbles inside! I couldn't stand still, even!"
Secret stood up with the memory buzzing between her legs. Her breasts rebounded heavily in the fishnet. Ann had lost it entirely. She was cackling and choking with laughter that made Secret feel good. "I had to squat down in the tub and spread my knees as far as I could. I set the nozzle down so it would shoot up into me by itself and then I used my fingers to peel back my lips." Ann managed to ask, "My gosh, how much did you squirt in yourself? The toothpaste, I mean?" "Oh, just as much as I could! I got the tube in and squeezed as hard as I could, you know? I wanted to see what it was like. I didn't know then how much comes out of their balls." Ann hooted at this. "I'll never do that again!" Secret said with conviction, listening to Ann's wonderful laughter. She felt like a performance artist who's performance was the truth and Ann's laughing was like applause in her ears.
She relaxed and returned to stand in front of her mirror. Imagining that her reflection was actually Ann emboldened her to kneel down quietly and apply a fragrant oil on herself. A dangerous sense of anticipation accompanied the smooth sensations she roused in herself. She found herself becoming curious about the girl in the glass. "So what was the kinkiest thing you ever put inside yourself?" Secret asked her glistening reflection. The question was blurted and Secret felt that the conversation was now two-way. "Me? Oh, I don't know. Ben-wa balls?" "Been there, done that," Secret replied. "Um, a candle?" "Was it lit?" "No!" "Try again, Ann," Secret felt a hint of competitive pride. "Ah, ice cubes?" "Been there, too." "Oh, I know. The leg of my Barbie doll!" "Really? I used Ken!" They both laughed loudly and Secret reached for the thin dildo with the veins sculpted along its length. "How about a pop bottle?" Ann asked. "That's not fair. I'm not big enough for things like that." Ann said, "Oh, Secret! You simply have to try it! It's divine!" "No way, I'd burst!" "Oh, don't be a cow. I'm not talking about a quart bottle, you know. Just a regular bottle; with a long neck?" "Oh." Secret said, looking at the sizes of her suddenly small toys. "Do it for me? I think I could come just dreaming about you with a bottle."
Secret's eyes widened. She asked impulsively, "Are you naked Ann?" "Of course I am!" Ann answered loudly. Secret bit her lip. Impulse drove her. "Ok, I'll do it." Ann groaned excitedly. "Oh god, hurry!" Secret bounded to her feet and dashed for the kitchen. She nearly stepped on the slumbering dog, but leapt over him agilely. "Hear that?" Secret opened the fridge, rattling the door so Ann could hear the bottles clinking. "Yes!" Secret noisily withdrew a bottle and plunked it loudly on the counter-top. It sounded full. Then she jerked open a drawer and the silverware jangled loudly as it slid around. She snatched up an opener. "Listen," she whispered. The opener plinked dull on the cap. Vacuum suck. Fizzing. All of the sounds right by the mouthpiece. "Oh gosh," Ann's voice cracked. "You're really gonna?" "Will it really make you come?" Secret asked. "Yes!" "Then I'll try it," Secret stared at the bottle, surprised at herself. It wasn't that big. The neck was tapered and thin. "What do I do?" she asked impatiently. Ann was breathing harder. "Set the bottle on the floor." Secret obeyed. "Now squat down like a baseball catcher." Secret's toes spread and she put her full weight down on her heels. "Okay, now what?" Secret regarded the misted glass dubiously. It would be cold. "Scoot forward until you're right over it," impatience. "Ok." "Now, put both of your forefingers inside yourself-- just a little bit--and spread open your labia. Big lips and little lips, both." Secret kept her balance by placing her elbows on her thighs and did as Ann instructed. A cool draft of air kissed at her pinkness. "Now lower yourself down, just like it was your boyfriend. Take your time, but sink down as far as you can take it and tell me everything you're feeling as you do it. Ok?" Eager hunger. "Okay," Secret said nervously. She was reassured by the beads of perspiration on the bottleneck.
Then she took the bottle. "Oh, my gosh, it's freezing!" she gasped as the cold ring of glass touched her skin. But she lowered herself quickly, forcing the icy neck into her cunt with a loud cry. "Jeez, that's cold!" she huffed. The penetration of the frosty glass made her anus pucker, and she was glad again of the drops of condensation that had lubricated the glass neck. "It's inside me, Ann," she reported. "About four inches. Maybe five." The bottle widened beneath the neck. Secret relaxed and felt her opening grow taut around the thick throat of the bottle. "I've never had this much inside me, Ann. It's incredible! There's goosebumps like crazy on my thighs, and my pubes are stickin' out like hairs on a pissed- off tomcat!" Ann's breathing was ragged and loud in Secret's ear. Secret wished she knew what to say to help her out, but she had no idea. So she just kept talking. "Um, it looks amazing. My lips are wrapped tight on the bottle. My clit nub is visible too. And I think my nipples are going to cry." Ann sounded wild. Female cries of pleasure floated into Secret's ear. "It feels kinda good, you know?" Secret added. She leaned forward and placed her hands on her knees for balance and spread the knees wide. She explained this to Ann, who was obviously having an orgasm. "I'm gonna try fucking it, ok?" Ann cried out. "I'm bouncing on it," and she was. She found a rhythm that kept her balance and allowed her to fuck up and down on the base of the neck. An inch of glass thrust in and out of her pinkness. "Oh wow," she uttered, grinning at the new sensations in her crotch. Her bouncing reverberated through her body and the sound of thick glass on linoleum reached Ann. "I could really get into this," Secret chuckled. "The fat part of the bottle is hitting right under my clit and it's beautiful!" Secret fucked the bottle, letting her pleasures sound out of her mouth for Ann to drink. Secret recognized the sounds of a multiple coming from Ann. "Ann, um, I like to fuck kinda hard, you know? So I'm gonna lean forward here and put my hands on the floor so I can pump harder? Ok?" Ann kept coming and didn't say a word.
Secret placed her hands on the cool tiles of the kitchen floor and kept a firm, vaginal grip on the cold bottle, pinning it securely to the floor. The forward angle of her weight caused the shoulder of the bottle to squeeze against her clit and she squealed in delight. Then her ass became a slow, steady piston that rose and fell solidly. Several inches of the bottle began to blur in and out of sight. The glass bonked solidly on the floor on the down-thrusts and Secret felt the dull impacts in the bones of her pubis. Ann's frantic cries told Secret that the sounds had reached Ann's mind and had probably painted an image of a young, sweating girl humping fiercely on a bottle, desperate for climax. The bore of the bottle-neck was utterly filling and fulfilling in Secret's vagina, but she wished she could go deeper with it. "I can't take this much longer," she whimpered to Ann. "It's gonna make me cream," she rasped. Secret pushed harder and the bottle almost slipped. She held tight with her cunt muscles. Then she shifted. She knelt down, doggy-style, and placed her shoulders and face on the linoleum tiling. Her nipples brushed the smooth, cool surface of the kitchen floor through the black fishnet. Her hand darted under her belly and between her spread thighs. Grasped the bottle and humped like a she-devil in deep heat. Ann's orgasms had faded, finally, and her voice came back in Secret's ear. "What are you doing?" Secret husked back, "Fuckin' it. Doggy..." Ann understood. "Good girl. Can I help?"
Secret wanted to come. She asked Ann to help. "Just don't break it, ok sweetie?" That element of danger sent a delightful surge of adrenaline through Secret and she humped the bottle hard. When Secret reached a certain plateau of sexual frenzy, she began to cry out. She was at that point now. "Oh - oh - oh - oh," the staccato bursts of sound almost coughed out of her diaphragm. Each clitoral impact with the bottle's shoulder made her bark. Her body lurched arduously downward, almost painfully. The abdominal muscles clutched and her hips hugged down; thighs and hamstrings bulged under the surface of her upper legs. Her buttocks flexed tightly and it seemed that every fuck-muscle in her powerful pelvis labored in sexual concert. Sweat streamed off of her. Rills of perspiration gathered under her shuddering breasts and ran down the crack of her ass. "oh.oh.oh.oh.ohmygodohymygodohmygod," sang the butterflies feasting on her cunt. "whoa-whoa-whoa," the buttery good-pains danced on her swollen clitoris and its retractable hood. Ann cheered, "You fuckin' go, girl!" Secret began to grunt now. Colored feelings streamed through her insides like fluttering kites tethered to her cunt. The orgiastic cords pulled through her body, flying through her vagina and bursting like pond- ripples on the inner surfaces of her womb and clit and ovaries and all things female. The violent thrusts shook the bottle and it wiggled in the vice of her fingers and puss. The soda became angry and roiled. It boiled and a geyser of syrupy bubbles washed up out of the mouth and gushed into her like an ice-cold seltzer douche. Secret screeched and let go. The freezing froth filled her and the bottle surged out like a dying rocket to clatter away on the floor.
"Jee-zus Christopher!" she bitched. "What happened?" Ann cried. "Did it break?" "Fuck!" Secret spat. "No, the pop fizzed out!" "You're kidding!" Ann exclaimed. "Sonofabitch, I was having the mother of all cums, too!" Ann tried not to, but she began to giggle and laugh. "Shut up!" Secret cried in frustration as she tried to recapture the escaping climax with her hands clasped to her vulva. "I'm sorry, but you shoulda emptied out the pop, Secret." "Now she tells me!" Ann laughed. "Did it come all over you?" "Yes! I'm a mess!" Secret complained. "My pussy, my thighs, my legs, my kitchen floor..." Ann barely stifled a fit of laughter, "Well, at least he didn't come in your mouth!" Then she lost it and howled at her own joke. Secret couldn't stay mad any longer either, and she began to giggle hysterically. "It's even on my goddamn tits, Ann!" And secret freed her breasts then, removing the sticky black bra, and they swung as she threw the garment aside. Ann's rich laughter filled Secret's ear. "Lick it all up like a good little girl," Ann teased. "Mr. Soda has given you your protein supplement." Secret groaned. "That is so gross! Besides, it was Tab. Just one calorie." Then they roared like harpies until they couldn't breathe. "Well now what am I going to do?" Secret pouted when she finally caught her breath. "What?" "I'm...unsatisfied..." petulantly. "Oh. I don't know. I sure came." "Are you gonna hang up on me?" Secret asked, vulnerably. "Aren't we done?" "Ann, please. Don't tease," doubtfully. "I'm not teasing." "Ann! My cunt is all buzzed and I can't get up to that level again. Can't you help?" Plaintively. "Help what?" "You me...come?" "Oh." "I mean," and Secret felt rutty, daring. "I'll do anything you want," this always inflamed the male callers. Ann chuckled low in her throat, "Oh, really? Anything?" Secret whispered, "...anything..." "You're on, sweetheart. I'll make you cream like never before, but you'll pay a price for it. Are you sure?" "Yes," Secret husked. "But hurry?" "You're gonna tell me all your naughty secrets?" "Promise!" "OK, doll, you still in the kitchen?" "Yes." "Still in the nude?" "Yes." "Lap full of sticky pop?" "Yes." "Mmm, sounds delicious." "Um, Ann?" "Yes?" "Are you really like that? Bisexual?" "Uh-huh." "So you've had sex with other women?" "Yes, silly. Of course I have."
Secret's aroused state allowed her to consider the idea in a purely physical sense. She had never given herself to girl-girl fantasy, but it had a seductive allure to her now. She told Ann this. "Oh, it's very exciting, Secret. Especially if you are lucky enough to be seduced by an experienced lover. It's sweet to grope and giggle at pajama parties, but if you're serious, you gotta use your mouth." Secret was instantly subjected to images of sapphic sex. The still photos in magazines and the small handful of erotic films she'd rented began to unreel in her mind. She leaned back against the fridge and pulled her knees up near her nipples. Fingers still sticky with Tab fluttered on her exposed skin. "Ann, have you ever played with a girl on the first date?" "Sometimes, sure. Why?" "If you were here with me now..." "I'd swallow you whole." Secret's eyes closed and she let her mind run wild with visions of domineering women devouring her nakedness. "You don't mind...?" she didn't know what words to use. "The taste?" Secret didn't answer. "Girl, put your finger in your puss for me, ok?" Secret obeyed. "Wet?" She was. "Take it out and taste yourself." Secret did as she was told. A thin flavor was there behind the taste of the Tab. Bland. Not unpleasant. "No big deal, Secret, right? I taste the same as that."
Secret's thoughts reeled. Realigned. She saw herself with another woman between her thighs. She felt the tonguing as a wet kiss. She saw the other woman's body and was curious. She rose up fluidly and left the cool brightness of the kitchen, careful not to step in the puddles of brown soda and to not disturb Boomer as she stepped over his bulk. She hurried to her mirror and settled down before it to look at the full body there in the reflection. "If I was there with you Secret, I'd blindfold you and turn the lights down low. You'd never know where my fingers and tongue would go next. You're nipples would be raw in my mouth, and your thighs would be sore from my pinching." Secret ate Ann's words and plunged her fingers inside herself. The sounds of her urgency were unmistakable. "Oh, you are bothered, aren't you? Would you let me finger you, Secret?" Secret made yes sounds. "Would you let me kiss you on the lips?" Secret felt the taboos rise up in her like dark bats. She felt her passion ebb and franticly circled her clit with her finger, trying to sustain its flame. Ann heard the hitch in Secret's breath and said, "Just a peck on the mouth, Secret. Then I'm suckling your nipples...your navel...your tummy..." Secret's other hand groped at the places Ann wanted. Lust blossomed up to obliterate the taboos swarming before her eyes. She saw Ann's mouth, a cherry-red 'O', leaving lipstick traces smeared on her body. "Are you gonna let Annie taste your pie?" Secret groaned severely. Her hips twisted sideways and she felt her vagina pulling on her fingers. On Ann's tongue. "--oh my gosh--," she whispered. Ann held Secret in her grasp now. The right words would tumble Secret over. "Do it," Secret begged. "Tell me your deepest secret first," Ann intoned. "What?" Secret whined. "Annie wants to eat you badly, Secret, but you have to let me peek inside your soul first." Secret panted with frustration. She masturbated hard, but couldn't get over the hump yet. She whimpered into the mouthpiece.
"Open up those old doors in your mind for me and tell me something you've never told anybody else. Something naughty. Something you did for sex that was naughty." Secret's face puckered with confusion. "Something you did when you felt as horny as you do now." Secret blanched and paled at the thought. She concentrated on her body and the image of Ann's mouth between her legs. But she couldn't put a face to Ann yet. It was a dark shadow without features. "What do you mean?" "You know exactly what I mean, Secret. That naughty little secret tucked away in your memory. That *thing*." Secret remembered things then. She saw early sexual milestones, sweaty and awkward in back-seats. Parties, swimming pools, cold green lawns. "I swam naked--" she began. "Not good enough, sweetness. Skinny-dipping doesn't count in this game. Something more sexual. Something you wanted. Something bad." Ann was relentless. "I was with two boys once," Secret offered. "Nuh-ah," Ann cut her off. "You were probably drunk." Secret had been very drunk, indeed. And very sore the next day. "I offered to blow my professor for a better grade?" "Did he accept?" "No." "Then try again." Secret sifted through her sexual escapades rapidly, trying to find one to appease Ann's criteria. She stayed clear of the bad one though. Nobody could ever know about that. "I let a guy cum in my mouth..." "Did you swallow?" "Yes," she lied. "You're lying. I can tell," Ann said stonily. "I'm sorry," Secret burst out. "Really, I am." "I forgive you." Secret rolled over onto her stomach, hoping the new position would help. It didn't. The floor was so suddenly prickly on her skin. "Ann, I can't," she pleaded. "Yes you can. You must. Feel my chin in your pubes, Secret? My tongue doing figure-eights in your snatch? Talk to me, Secret. Out with the dark thing and I'll tell you what I can do with my lips and my teeth." Secret's hips humped the floor and she felt she'd scream if Ann withheld any longer.
"I was home alone," she started. Ann was silent. Listening for deception. "I was naked. I had the house to myself." "How old were you?" "A teenager. In middle school, I think. Ninth grade?" Ann waited. "I woke up wet. I don't remember what I had been dreaming about, but it must have been pretty hot, you know? So I got off quick." Ann waited. "Then I got up and showered. I masturbated again in the shower. I kept playing with myself in the shower. I used the shower head and made myself come a bunch of times." "And?" "I didn't get dressed afterwards. I dried off and went back to my room. I made some phone calls to my friends and even fingered myself a couple times talking to some of the boys. They didn't know I was naked or playing in my vagina and that made it more exciting." The memories were remarkably fresh. The adolescent climaxes had an urgency about them that Secret could still feel. She rose up on her hands and knees, spread her knees to an aching splits that pulled deep on her groin muscles. "Nobody home?" "Nope. It was a Saturday and everybody was out. Just me." Ann heard the half-truth in this and let it go for the moment. "Then I went downstairs and had breakfast. I made sure all the curtains were pulled so the neighbors couldn't see me walking around in the nude." "What did you eat?" Ann emphasized the word 'eat' and Secret felt the word like a breeze blowing through her silky pubic curls. "Cereal. With milk." Ann asked, "Did you drink the milk from the bowl when you were done?" Secret took her hands off of herself. She wanted to let her lust build until she could satisfy it with a quick fingering. She remembered the milk in her mouth. Felt it run over her lips and flow over her body. It had passed over her chin and chilled her young flesh as it coursed between her taut breasts. The milk had matted her sparse thatch of hair and tickled the tender parts of her loins. "Yes, but I let it spill."
Ann's breath changed and Secret moaned with the knowledge that her nubile body was in Ann's imagination now. Maybe she could get her to talk her to an orgasm without really revealing anything. She looked at her taut body poised in the mirror. "You let it spill from your lips?" "Yes. I let it run all over my body. I poured some from the carton and watched it wash over my tits. It looked beautiful." "Cold?" "Oh, icy! My nipples got really hard and I got goosebumps too! But it made such a mess!" "Did you masturbate again?" "Yes." "Were you keeping track?" "Yes, but I lost count in the shower." "So you towelled off then? Mopped up the floor?" Secret heard the emphasis on the word 'mopped' and new what Ann was thinking. "No, Buster licked up the floor for me. So no, I didn't fuck myself with the mop handle, Ann. Ok? You're terrible!" Ann pounced. "Who's Buster? I thought you were alone." Secret felt her belly knot. Dammit! "Buster was our dog." She said it as nonchalantly as she knew how. "So you towelled off?" "Yes," Secret said too loudly, too relieved at the glancing inquiry. Ann caught her. At this point, the story gets....inappropriate for SoloTouch. If you're enjoying, though, and want the rest, drop me a line and maybe I'll send it to you...



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