teen vibrator tryouts

Turning back to my cock, she planted a warm, wet, kiss right on
the head, letting her tongue run around the smooth surface and
collecting the shiny dab of pre-come which had collected at the tip.
She let the head of my cock slide between her lips and worked her tongue
into the pisshole. She grasped and stroked my shaft with one hand while
her other softly caressed my balls.

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As you can tell, phone sex is not for anyone with an aversion to
four-letter words. You also have to be extremely comfortable with
masturbation. It also helps if you’re vocal when you climax.
John always tells me how many times he spurts when he comes and then
after a few endearing words and a lot of teasing, we hang up. I would
recommend phone sex to anyone who’s looking for a way to add variety to
their sex life. In fact, I have recommended it.
As I mentioned before, some of my friends are aware of my
relationship with John. The most common question is, how do we keep the sex
from growing stale — after all, we’ve been doing it for almost two years. Well,
there are several ways to vary phone sex. We describe what we’d do in various
positions or acts of sex. For instanced, my sumptuous, very sensual
description of tit-fucking.
“I’ll spread almond oil on your hard, hot cock and then rub it all
over my tits until they glisten. My hard nipples will shine in the
candlelight. You’ll straddle me and press your dick against my chest. I love
how stiff and hot it feels.
“I’ll lift my tits up so that they press against either side of your
cock and you’ll slide it back and forth. It’ll be warm and slick — almost as
good as my pussy. I’ll flick the head of your cock with my tongue as you
thrust forward. Then I’ll press my tits even harder against you and play with
the nipples. When you come you’ll thrust it into my mouth and I’ll suck every
single precious drop from you.
John has also instructed me on how to use my vibrator. There were
interruptions with that one, however. My cat likes the sound of the vibrator,
and he kept nuzzling my chin and purring, knocking the phone off my shoulder.
Then one night when I called John he had just put a porn film on his
VCR. He described the action (a threesome) to me and we both got off. That
gave me the idea of copying one of my favorite porn films, “The Grafenburg
Spot.”
We watched the flick together, John in Chicago and me in New York,
and we had achieved our goal within the first ten minutes of the film.
Because of the distance provided by the telephone, maybe we’re both
more uninhibited than we might usually be. In any case, the relationship has
led me to try other scenarios I previously wasn’t much interested in. One of
those was a threesome. One night — inevitably — there was a woman with him
when I called. John put Cathy (he seems to like girls with cheerleader
names — Debbie, Cindy, Cathy) on his wireless phone. With all three of us
describing the moves or giving orders, I listened intently and avidly while
Jim and Cathy fucked each other passionately and I came feverishly.
Unfortunately, I felt a little lonely afterward since he had someone
there to continue the good times with or cuddle up with after the connection
was broken, whereas I again had an empty bed.
Another first was a threesome on my end. One evening I was at the
apartment of one my closest friends. We had been drinking and talking about
sex, as usual. In a fit of honesty I told her about my relationship with
John. She thought it was great.
We drank a little more and went on watching Paul Newman in some
movie. We kept wishing we had a man with us, and even tried to reach of
couple of men we knew, but without success. Then I hit on the idea of phoning
John. He was all for it. I’m not surprised.
Tina and I sat on her kitchen floor (she had only one phone and it
was in the kitchen). We were naked and drunk and horny. The linoleum was cold
and the room was dark. John’s voice sounded extra resonant and sexier than
ever. After the introduction was made, we giggled and waited for someone to
start something.
Suddenly, Tina leaned over and sucked my nipple, very gently.
“Oh!” I exclaimed.
“What’s the matter?” John asked.
“She’s — oh! She’s sucking on my tit,” I told him.
“Do you like it?”
“Actually, yes. Do you?”
“I love it. If you like it, what’s the problem?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t expect it. I thought we were all just going
to masturbate together.”
“Relax. Enjoy it.”
“Okay.”
“So tell me what she’s doing.”
“She’s got her hand on my pussy. She’s playing with me.”
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes. Very good. Mmmmm..”
“Do you think you’ll come?”
“I always come.”
“Are you horny?”
“I’m always horny.”
“What’s she doing now?”
“She’s licking me. John, I’ve never done this before.”
“How does it feel?”
“It feels good. I wish it were you.”
“Now what’s happening?”
“Tina’s licking my clit and finger-fucking me.. John I’m going to
come now.”
“Now you should reciprocate,” John said.
He listened while I gasped in a paroxysm of pleasure. Tina raised her
head and kissed me on the lips so I could taste my juices.
Tentatively, I reached out and touched her pussy. It was wet and
warm, much like my own. Touching it was strangely familiar, but still I was
unsure of what to do. Under John’s guidance I brought Tina — and him — to
orgasm. And Tina pushed me over the edge once again.
Then we started on the oral stuff. First I stood up while Tina — at
John’s command — parted my pussy lips and licked me up and down. Then she
lay down on the kitchen floor and I straddled her head. We went into a sixty-
nine position with John telling me what to do and listening to the slurp of
Tina’s dripping cunt, which smelled similar to mine — not too strong or fishy
like girls I had stood near in the gym. I made her scream with pleasure so
that John could hear her all the way in Chicago. She went to work on me with
a vengeance and John shot off yet again.
Because the call was getting expensive we hung up and Tina and I sat
on the linoleum, which was wet with sweat and love juices. We were both still
very horny but not much interested in each other alone. John’s aural presence
had been the catalyst, and we were not inspired to proceed without another
man’s presence.
So we went to separate beds satisfied at how bold we had been and yet
not totally satisfied for lack of physical contact with a man.
I wonder if I’ll ever find a New York lover as open and as much of a
friend as John is.
I wonder if John will ever come to New York so that I can finally get
under the covers with him and play submarine captain — you know, up his
periscope.
More than that, I wonder if John and I will have as good a time in
person as we do over the phone. I know that I want to give it a try.

My older brother Luke has always been close to me and we
share with each other those things of our own we think the other
needs or would enjoy. Sometimes it’s eerie the way we know what
is on the other’s mind. He must have known I was going to be
alone that night because he had dropped off a VHS tape with a
note to call him in the morning to let him know my reaction.