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Phone Fantasy

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By jackinnm@yahoo.com Phone fantasies allow a lot of freedom, because we don't have to worry about safe sex, and our imaginations allow us to try things we might not in personal contacts. If you phoned me, I might murmur something like this into the phone as you listened avidly: You undress in the next room so that neither of us starts to get aroused while watching the other. I want you completely limp so that I can watch your excitement grow as I caress your penis. I strip down hurriedly in my impatience, and in a minute I've removed everything, including shorts and socks. You knock, I tell you to enter, and I watch you walk quickly to where I'm sitting on the bed, your limp cock swinging slightly from side to side. It's heavy at the end, and the outline of the big helmet shows clearly through the long foreskin that covers it and extends to form a nipple beyond the rounded dome. Your perfectly proportioned penis is one of the most beautiful pricks I've ever seen. I grasp the nipple of your long wrinkled foreskin between thumb and forefinger, and my other hand tickles the hairs of your scrotum with its fingertips. I feel you begin to respond immediately, as you sit on my left, your thigh against mine, and reach for my penis. Your thumb and forefinger grasp the head through the covering skin and begin squeezing rhythmically. I feel my cock-root throb with every squeeze, and blood begins to flow into my prick. I see my big helmet begin to fill the long skin nipple in front of it, stretching the sensitive tissue that is studded with nerve endings. Your other hand cups my balls. Within half a minute we're both hard, our long foreskins stretched over our bulging tips and forming thick puckers at the ends. The expert mutual fingering has been much more arousing than self-stimulation. We'd both agreed that another man's hand on our pricks feels much better than our own. We'd been very happy to discover we were both uncut. This meant that we knew how to handle each other's foreskins, unlike some guys who ineptly push the hood off the head right at the start because they don't know what to do with it, and have never experienced the sensations that gentle stimulation of the skin can bring. We'd also learned that almost all women don't know how to handle a penis, especially an intact one because they'd never seen one without its natural skin covering. I'd been tingling with anticipation at the thought of your warm masculine fingers clasping my uncut penis. I pull forward on the end of your foreskin, stretching the rubbery tissues out far beyond the glans. The high, flaring ridge of your glans stretches the foreskin covering it, and I run the forefinger of my other hand over it. I feel your cock twitch as I stretch your nerve endings, and a drop of clear fluid seeps from the end of your hood. I release it, and your foreskin snaps back. It's resting over your big shapely head, and more fluid seeps from the pucker at the end. I feel your warm fingers begin to pull my hood back slowly, a step at a time. You pull, let go, pull again, each time pulling it back a bit farther, and the opening distends more with each retraction. Each pull stretches the nerve endings in my hood, as well as causing a gentle friction against the head. I lean forward because I want to smell and taste your pre-cum. I pull your foreskin back enough to expose your slit, watching the orifice expand to a dime-sized opening. The delicious musky odor of your hot wet glans and foreskin fills my nostrils, and I extend my tongue to probe your slit, tickling the lips, perfectly safe during phone sex. Your sticky juice tastes salty, with an indefinable flavor that tantalizes my taste buds. Now I run the tip of my tongue in circles around the sensitive edge of your foreskin, then push my tongue-tip underneath. I run my tongue around your sensitive tissues, caressing the many buds of sensation in your tip and foreskin. I know that my thick tongue is also stretching your foreskin, and I hear you sigh deeply as you dock my tongue. Your entire body quivers, and I feel your fist tighten around my prick. "I want you to come first," I say, and I push you flat on the bed. We'd agreed that separate orgasms are better than trying to come together, avoiding the problems of timing and the distraction of the blissful agony of one's own orgasm. Your prick twitches in my hand, telling me that it urgently needs release. I decide to bring you to the brink quickly so that you can shoot your load and find ecstasy. I sit next to your left hip, one leg over your chest and the other over your thighs. Your hand finds my erection and strokes it slowly, because handling my penis is a turn on for you. Your swollen helmet's seeping heavily, and I strip your hood back all the way to form a thick collar around the neck of your penis, filling the groove utterly and leaving your sensitive glans totally bared. Now that your shapely purple helmet's completely denuded, I lean forward and blow on it, watching your penis jerk as it throbs in response. The soft jets of air tickle the delicate nerve endings in your swollen tip, and I see another drop of clear juice part the lips of your slit. I study the contours of the precious jewel that your foreskin had concealed up to now. It's almost two inches long, and about the same wide. The blunt nose is parted by a slit about half an inch long, and continues in soft curves to the high flaring ridge at the rear. The color is pinkish-purple around the slit, turning darker towards the corona. When I pull hard on your skin to bare the back of the corona, I see that it's dark purple, almost black, and is studded with little bumps containing the nerve endings. Both sides of the corona sweep down and forward to meet under the head in twin lobes welded together in a thin line and forming a wide triangular groove inside which your thick gee-string is attached. A light touch on your g-spot makes your cock throb hard, and I know this spot is even more sensitive than your nerve-studded ridge. I press my fingertip into your hot spot and your cock jumps, seeping a drop of clear fluid from its slit. I begin spreading the clear lubricant in small circles around your slit with my fingertip, listening to you draw in your breath quickly at the sharpness of the sensations. We both know that the uncircumcised glans remains tender and sensitive inside its protective hood, and that a direct touch will bring orgasm quickly. The ridges that form my fingerprint scrape the nerve endings in your glans, the sensations only partly cushioned by your thick lubricant. Without lube, a dry touch would be irritating, not erotic, but the magic fluid eases the friction and makes your nerve endings tingle. Now I use the other fingers, caressing the side of your swollen head, then working my way to the flare of your corona. I run my fingers around it, feeling the spongy surface harden as the blood pressure inside increases with your excitement. Now I pull back hard on the shaft skin, drawing your bunched foreskin away from the ridge and exposing the groove behind it. I'm also pulling on your frenulum, the magic gee-string that connects the foreskin to the triangular groove under the head, and the tension pulls the front of your helmet down in the direction of your balls. My fingertips dip into the deep groove behind the ridge, the mass of sensitive nerve endings that rarely see the light of day, and your hips lift off the bed as you cry out helplessly at the intensity of the sensations stabbing into your tip. I hear you crying out "HAH-HAH-HAH" with each stroke of my fingers, and a quick look at your face tells me that your eyes have closed. You've withdrawn into yourself as the sensations in your hot hard cock increase, and the tension in your root approaches the point of no return. The color of your glans turns darker purple as the blood pressure inside it mounts. I know you're trying to relax, struggling against your rising excitement to prolong the delicious build-up, but I won't let you delay your orgasm. My fingers dance over the contours of your sexy tip, making your cock twitch and your stomach muscles ripple. Your "HAH-HAH-HAH" cries are louder now, and the excitement is making the lube stream from between the parted lips of your long slit. Now I grasp your glans with my fingertips and apply a hard twisting motion, my fingers gliding over the slippery nerve endings and making them tingle. Your hips buck hard as you thrust your hot tip into my cupped fingers, and your cry of "HAHHHHHHH!" fills the room. I feel the heavy throb in your shaft as the first jet shoots into my palm, and I inhale its Clorox odor. You cry out louder as the delicious agony of orgasm overwhelms you, and another white jet spurts from your swollen purple tip. I wrap my fingers around your throbbing glans and twist hard, feeling the responsive pulse as your prick erupts with another hot white gush. Your arms and legs spread wide as you let go of my penis, totally absorbed in your own sensations. Your entire world is in your beautiful throbbing cock, and your cock is helpless in my strong hands as I stroke it and make it shoot more jets. Now I see your jets weakening, and you're crying out even louder because your tip has become super-sensitive during orgasm. Direct stimulation of your throbbing glans is now causing discomfort, and I remove my fingers, stroking only your foreskin over the flaring head. Your gasps become shallower, and your cries subside as you slide gracefully into the tranquility of the afterglow. A few drops still seep from your slit, but they're not as white as the jets were, and I know this is merely the residue. I milk your urethra with a fingertip, pressing the last drops toward the end, where they seep out into the long foreskin I've replaced over your head. I let go of your softening penis and watch your eyes open. You look at me, and whisper "Thanks" soundlessly. I lean forward to kiss your soft lips. In a few minutes, you're recovered. Now it's your turn to do me. What is your fantasy?