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Calling Britney

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 11 Mar 1999 1 comments
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It was my freshmen year in college and I came home smashed from a party. I stumbled into the room and, not being tired, decided to chat a little on the old Internet. Since I hadn't been able to pick up a girl, I was looking to talk to some girls. Well, I got a few, and then this one, calling herself Britney, offered to call me on the phone. I said to myself "What the hell?" and have her my number. I logged off and a few minutes later, my phone rang. It was Britney. From the moment she said hello, her voice turned me on. We began to chat about ourselves and the longer we talked, the more I got turned on from her voice. So there I am, lying on my bed, talking to some strange girl, and my cock is rock hard. I began rubbing myself through my khaki's and began paying less attention to her on the phone. Finally, she asked me why I wasn't talking as much as I was in the beginning. Well, I figured I would tell her, what was it going to hurt? So I told her, "Your voice is turning me on." Expecting to hear a click on the other end, instead I got a pleasant surprise. "Well yours is turning me on, too." Then she asked, "What are you doing?" So I told her. She giggled and I felt a bit embarassed and told her I would stop. "No," she replied, "Don't stop. I'm sorta flattered." With this, I began to undo my pants and slid them off. I rubbed myself a bit more through my boxers, then slid those off too. My six and a half inch cock was rock hard by now and was begging for more attention. "What are you doing?" Britney asked. I told her. "Are you going to jerk off?" I told her the thought did cross my mind. "Go ahead," she replied. I grabbed my cock and started to stroke it, moving my hand slowly up and down my shaft. A bit of precum had already began to flow so I used that as lubrication. "How does it feel?" she asked me. "Great," I replied. "Do you want to here me masturbate?" she said. "Yes," I replied. I continued to stroke my cock, and after a few seconds, I could hear her begin to moan a bit. "What are you doing?" I asked. "I'm fingering myself," she replied, "You made my pussy so wet." There we were, thousands of miles apart, me stroking my cock, her fingering her pussy. I picked the pace up a bit once I started to hear her moan and began describing to me in detail what she was doing to herself. As her moans got louder and louder, I began to stroke faster and faster. I could feel myself about to cum, but I wanted it to last a little longer. I couldn't though, I just couldn't take my hand off of my cock. "I'm gonna cum" I managed to say. "Do it," she said, "I wanna hear you cum." With that, I began to shoot off load after load, each time with a loud moan, so she could hear what her voice did to me. I could hear her cumming too on the other end, as her moans became screams of pleasure. Then, we both got real quiet, except for our heavy breathing. She whispered, "Goodbye", then hung up the phone. I never heard from Britney again, but sometimes when I'm alone, I think back to that night. It was such an intense, random experience, I can't help but to get a hard on every time I think about it.