Six Times A DayPart 66 Hanging on the Telephone
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The Telephone.
“Doctor, the frog settled in my ass. Please take her out. "
"It's impossible!"
“Doctor, nevertheless it is. Please, look inside!"
“Well, I told you that you are wrong, I do not see any frog. There is only a brick. "
"Doctor, frog lives under the brick."
I love to walk along Green Street. These luxurious mansions always attracted me, because I wanted to be the same way as their inhabitants. And passing along this street I always imagine of myself as being one of those people which living on it. It is a very nice street and she often helped me to fight with my depression to which I was inclined to when I had the bad fortune with a female.
I haven’t had sex for three days, nor with a woman or with a man. I really needed to fuck and I suffered a lot. I had never done a casual meets, it is not my level. And at summer, all my friends are either on tour or at ocean resorts. Once I called to “escort service”. But they immediately hung up when I told how old I was. I am always saying that I'm sixteen or even f******n, when I'm in a good mood.
Once I told to my lover ballet dancer, I am twelve. And he believed. He still calls me “my blue-eyed elf” and thinks I'm twelve. I try keeping his mind. Ballet dancers are very good in bed, although they can be whimsical in relationships, as men, so as the women. For others, I am always sixteen. Especially for those who are much older than me. Are they like it? Yes, indeed. I look very young and I can afford to lie about my age because I think people are more inclined to have sex with the young boy; as men, so as the women. Moreover, in this country it is not customary to pay attention to such trifles.
The phone lay on the clean track, and his existence seems too unusual and unnatural. The phone was expensive and apparently new, and masterly glittering as brushed shoes. I wanted to kick him aside. But regretted and instead of it, I wiggled his edge with the peak of my shoes that would check that this is not a mirage. The phone was real. Then I permitted myself to bend down and picked it up. Such phones can lose only on a Green. I tried to turn it on, but the battery was drained. On the back side of the phone has been cut an inscription. It was very elegant inscription and it looked nice as a tattoo of butterfly on a cool ass. There was an address of the owner and the promise of remuneration in the case of the finds. The House judging from the number was the nearest one.
Yes. It's a wonderful old house. Such homes are today no longer built. Their upkeep costs the owner a great pack of bucks. So nicer had me to get inside. And I am sad that nobody now sees me. I have met the owner. He was quite a sporty man of around forty years, on my glance. He was extremely helpful and pleasant. Now people are already afraid to act similarly in fear of seeming like easy prey for fraudsters.
He was a man of the old, rich-gone life and his manners were adorable for my appreciation. Pleasant conversation, splendid whiskey very encouraged to openness. The phone was not interesting for him. He was more interested in my views on modern mores and the decline of ethics. He smoked pipe, in very elegant manner and his tobacco smoke smell expensive.
I didn't want to disappoint him, but nonetheless did not agree with him, and noted the obvious disappointment of society in the underlying values that do not lead to positive results in the formation of morality. People remain as well, as they were created by nature; depraved and savage, despite their efforts and limitations. The society is looking for new ways of development, including for public morality by the freeing from the conventions. . And public morality must change in conformity with the modern lifestyle development. All, what is not rational must die. To my surprise, my judgments were really welcome.
“I am really tired today-complained the man. I'll bid the wife to talk to you. It’s her phone. The bottle is yours”.
“Pippa, he called wife; imagine you will be interested in each in the other. This young man shares your views on morality and lifestyle”.
His wife turned out to be still a young woman of some thirty years, without makeup, dressed in the old-fashioned Chinese black silk gown with the yellow dragons. This gown can not hide her naked body as he tries. But she looks too skinny for my sight. It was a noble leanness, the product of culture and the way of life the person who can give it. And therefore she was particularly attractive. He introduced us; stood up and left us, limping heavily. Her bathrobe all the time tried to open up for me one breast, then the other. Finally, he got tired and it swung open completely.
“I don't worry what you think”; she said with tired and annoyed voice.
“Environment of my husband is such ossified junk that I simply wanted to do something ugly to tease them sometime. If you are among this prudish crowd, you can go to ass. If you found my phone, please give me it and strike the money”.
Her voice was deliberately rude and I felt some artificiality of the state of affairs. But I was hooked, and I decided to serve her in the same style; must say thank you to whiskey of her husband.
“Please continue”, - I began... But in this situation, miss, I consider it indecent for a well-mannered young man to remain dressed when such a beautiful woman stands naked in front of him. And in accordance with the rules of this house, I must observe the "dress code" adopted here”.
"How old are you, boy?" She asked with a grin. Apparently she did not expect such impudence from the orphan.
"I'm always sixteen, miss."
“ Pippa. Call me Pippa.”
“Well, but I am a Robert”.
"But your genitals say you're older."
"They are wrong. For me not all is nice what a woman is putting on. And I love the style you look right now. If you take it as a reward for the phone, I satisfied completely. The only one clothing that irritates me and which I think is extremely vulgar; it is a woman’s panties. No, I'm not against lace knickers; they are just to my taste, but not Victorian panties. A decent woman should not to wear them, and even not buy”.
“Yours”… -she attempted to say.
“But the prettiest and the sexiest clothes I've ever caught, was a negligee of fine transparent silk with furnishing from natural fur. So it was very short silk peignoir for “baby honey”. You just imagine how it seemed, when a sexy woman dressed in natural fur and delicate silk. I had never viewed such a miracle in all my life. It had no buttons, but around the waist was a thin gold lace which was impossible connects together because all laces need to be undone”.
“This peignoir gave to his wife a good friend of mine. He was also a homosexual. Not even bi, but a real mature homosexual”.
“He was a married homosexual?” -She inquired.
“That's the point. He was married forcibly. His relatives insisted, because nobody knew, except me, about his sexuality. And he was ashamed to confess, unhappy boy. It happened at Southeast realm, under a totalitarian regime. And there is a far not a secure recognition.
Of course he constantly had conflicts with his wife because of his inability to fulfill marital obligations. And in striving for some how to mitigate the situation, he often makes for her very expensive gifts”.
“He invited me in his bedroom for evaluating this peignoir on his wife. He really knew nothing about women. And his woman was really pretty and extremely young. In the Southeast, girls are married off at the age of thirteen. And she, too, was suffering, poor thing”.
She finally smiled and I realized that the case went up to the hill.
“Well, I desperately felt all the pain of this miserable crumb and could not remain indifferent to her plight. To my delight, she gave me her pussy in that same evening and appeared extremely pliable and flexible, easily agreeing and taking all my whims.
She is much bored without the male’s affection. And on the third night, she had already mastered the squirt.
Our prank lasted quite a long time and we were happy and wanted really forget about all and relax completely. And of course our homosexual friend once caught us just in the moment of our joint orgasm”.
“It is unbelievable truth”, - she murmured.
“But nothing interesting or tragic has happened. My baby doll didn't even change the pose. She just beckoned with a finger her hapless husband: "Anatole, don't be shy. Come and join us’. How do you like it?”
“It looks like the revenge of the unhappy woman in a bad marriage, screamed Pippa. I understand her”.
“But Anatole, to my surprise, just smiled. To my wonder he experienced relief from what he saw. I grabbed him by the arm and pushed him onto the bed, and then finished off his asshall in hard rock style under the laughter and applause of his young wife”.
I must say, that I greatly regretted about it. Anatole now ran after me like a pet, begging me to repeat this experiment.
“Tell me the name of this beautiful “baby honey.”
“I forgot. You may not believe me, but I really don't remember. Think Anna or Any.”
“She knew about his sexual preference?”
“Yes. To her, he apparently confessed, through long time after the marriage ceremony”.
“She was very good in bed, and I would not mind to marry her after their divorce. But I already had the documents ready for departure”.
“Yes, she said. I feel an accent you have. Your parents also emigrated?”
“No. By the time I had lost close relations with kin. May be we never have had family love before”.
I see you have a nice resume, baby. You know how to show yourselves. This kind of experience for a young soul like you is expensive. I hope I will be able to respond. Hope, I was not wrong in my desire to invite you”
“Invite me?”
“Yes. Sometimes you walked along this street. And I decided to invite you. But what can I do? Just when you once again appeared at the end of the road, I asked the maid to put this phone in front of you.”
“All ingenious is simple, I sighed. Only the woman is able for it”.
I saw her smile. Her lips are a little too puffy and softly pink without the slightest trace of lipstick.
“But I am worthy of satisfaction too. Isn't it?
So we decided to invite you. Because you are not famous to anybody here and we will introduce you as my cousin. This will help us to keep our relationship in secret as long as possible”.
She put her hand on my shoulder and slightly squeezed her fingers, as to test my flesh. I know this gesture use all an experienced woman or slut like a deadly weapon against young male.
“It was a very insistent request of my husband. He really cares about me. And wants to be sure, I like it. In addition, I assure you, that you will not be disappointed,” she whispered and sits closest to me and looks in my eyes.
I feel the coolness of her skin and begin melting as snow at spring.
“And yes: I like to stark naked all around the house. Hope you no shocked. This gown knows best.” She pulls it down and kicked under the sofa, stay naked. I was surprised seeing her legs: slender, thin; the legs are getting by long time exercises.
“I am too…,” - I babble.
She kissed me on the cheek and went upstairs. I saw her moving; very slowly and gracefully naked moving as a panther in the jungle.
In the middle she stopped and winked at me over the shoulder. It was beautiful and rich as all in Grin Street.
Black as an ebony statuette, a young girl in a black short dress with a white apron came down to meet her.
Pippa lifted the hem of her dress and I saw wide white cuffs framing the girl's hips. She was not wearing any panties or suspenders.
"Are you satisfied?" Pippa asked without turning around.
I picked up my jeans from the floor and began to dress.
"Are you going?" The girl asked.
"Yes. There are many wonderful things in this world that I have no money to buy. "
"I will accompany you." She walked forward and opened the front door for me.
The sun was already sinking. And I still really wanted to fuck.
The End.
“Doctor, the frog settled in my ass. Please take her out. "
"It's impossible!"
“Doctor, nevertheless it is. Please, look inside!"
“Well, I told you that you are wrong, I do not see any frog. There is only a brick. "
"Doctor, frog lives under the brick."
I love to walk along Green Street. These luxurious mansions always attracted me, because I wanted to be the same way as their inhabitants. And passing along this street I always imagine of myself as being one of those people which living on it. It is a very nice street and she often helped me to fight with my depression to which I was inclined to when I had the bad fortune with a female.
I haven’t had sex for three days, nor with a woman or with a man. I really needed to fuck and I suffered a lot. I had never done a casual meets, it is not my level. And at summer, all my friends are either on tour or at ocean resorts. Once I called to “escort service”. But they immediately hung up when I told how old I was. I am always saying that I'm sixteen or even f******n, when I'm in a good mood.
Once I told to my lover ballet dancer, I am twelve. And he believed. He still calls me “my blue-eyed elf” and thinks I'm twelve. I try keeping his mind. Ballet dancers are very good in bed, although they can be whimsical in relationships, as men, so as the women. For others, I am always sixteen. Especially for those who are much older than me. Are they like it? Yes, indeed. I look very young and I can afford to lie about my age because I think people are more inclined to have sex with the young boy; as men, so as the women. Moreover, in this country it is not customary to pay attention to such trifles.
The phone lay on the clean track, and his existence seems too unusual and unnatural. The phone was expensive and apparently new, and masterly glittering as brushed shoes. I wanted to kick him aside. But regretted and instead of it, I wiggled his edge with the peak of my shoes that would check that this is not a mirage. The phone was real. Then I permitted myself to bend down and picked it up. Such phones can lose only on a Green. I tried to turn it on, but the battery was drained. On the back side of the phone has been cut an inscription. It was very elegant inscription and it looked nice as a tattoo of butterfly on a cool ass. There was an address of the owner and the promise of remuneration in the case of the finds. The House judging from the number was the nearest one.
Yes. It's a wonderful old house. Such homes are today no longer built. Their upkeep costs the owner a great pack of bucks. So nicer had me to get inside. And I am sad that nobody now sees me. I have met the owner. He was quite a sporty man of around forty years, on my glance. He was extremely helpful and pleasant. Now people are already afraid to act similarly in fear of seeming like easy prey for fraudsters.
He was a man of the old, rich-gone life and his manners were adorable for my appreciation. Pleasant conversation, splendid whiskey very encouraged to openness. The phone was not interesting for him. He was more interested in my views on modern mores and the decline of ethics. He smoked pipe, in very elegant manner and his tobacco smoke smell expensive.
I didn't want to disappoint him, but nonetheless did not agree with him, and noted the obvious disappointment of society in the underlying values that do not lead to positive results in the formation of morality. People remain as well, as they were created by nature; depraved and savage, despite their efforts and limitations. The society is looking for new ways of development, including for public morality by the freeing from the conventions. . And public morality must change in conformity with the modern lifestyle development. All, what is not rational must die. To my surprise, my judgments were really welcome.
“I am really tired today-complained the man. I'll bid the wife to talk to you. It’s her phone. The bottle is yours”.
“Pippa, he called wife; imagine you will be interested in each in the other. This young man shares your views on morality and lifestyle”.
His wife turned out to be still a young woman of some thirty years, without makeup, dressed in the old-fashioned Chinese black silk gown with the yellow dragons. This gown can not hide her naked body as he tries. But she looks too skinny for my sight. It was a noble leanness, the product of culture and the way of life the person who can give it. And therefore she was particularly attractive. He introduced us; stood up and left us, limping heavily. Her bathrobe all the time tried to open up for me one breast, then the other. Finally, he got tired and it swung open completely.
“I don't worry what you think”; she said with tired and annoyed voice.
“Environment of my husband is such ossified junk that I simply wanted to do something ugly to tease them sometime. If you are among this prudish crowd, you can go to ass. If you found my phone, please give me it and strike the money”.
Her voice was deliberately rude and I felt some artificiality of the state of affairs. But I was hooked, and I decided to serve her in the same style; must say thank you to whiskey of her husband.
“Please continue”, - I began... But in this situation, miss, I consider it indecent for a well-mannered young man to remain dressed when such a beautiful woman stands naked in front of him. And in accordance with the rules of this house, I must observe the "dress code" adopted here”.
"How old are you, boy?" She asked with a grin. Apparently she did not expect such impudence from the orphan.
"I'm always sixteen, miss."
“ Pippa. Call me Pippa.”
“Well, but I am a Robert”.
"But your genitals say you're older."
"They are wrong. For me not all is nice what a woman is putting on. And I love the style you look right now. If you take it as a reward for the phone, I satisfied completely. The only one clothing that irritates me and which I think is extremely vulgar; it is a woman’s panties. No, I'm not against lace knickers; they are just to my taste, but not Victorian panties. A decent woman should not to wear them, and even not buy”.
“Yours”… -she attempted to say.
“But the prettiest and the sexiest clothes I've ever caught, was a negligee of fine transparent silk with furnishing from natural fur. So it was very short silk peignoir for “baby honey”. You just imagine how it seemed, when a sexy woman dressed in natural fur and delicate silk. I had never viewed such a miracle in all my life. It had no buttons, but around the waist was a thin gold lace which was impossible connects together because all laces need to be undone”.
“This peignoir gave to his wife a good friend of mine. He was also a homosexual. Not even bi, but a real mature homosexual”.
“He was a married homosexual?” -She inquired.
“That's the point. He was married forcibly. His relatives insisted, because nobody knew, except me, about his sexuality. And he was ashamed to confess, unhappy boy. It happened at Southeast realm, under a totalitarian regime. And there is a far not a secure recognition.
Of course he constantly had conflicts with his wife because of his inability to fulfill marital obligations. And in striving for some how to mitigate the situation, he often makes for her very expensive gifts”.
“He invited me in his bedroom for evaluating this peignoir on his wife. He really knew nothing about women. And his woman was really pretty and extremely young. In the Southeast, girls are married off at the age of thirteen. And she, too, was suffering, poor thing”.
She finally smiled and I realized that the case went up to the hill.
“Well, I desperately felt all the pain of this miserable crumb and could not remain indifferent to her plight. To my delight, she gave me her pussy in that same evening and appeared extremely pliable and flexible, easily agreeing and taking all my whims.
She is much bored without the male’s affection. And on the third night, she had already mastered the squirt.
Our prank lasted quite a long time and we were happy and wanted really forget about all and relax completely. And of course our homosexual friend once caught us just in the moment of our joint orgasm”.
“It is unbelievable truth”, - she murmured.
“But nothing interesting or tragic has happened. My baby doll didn't even change the pose. She just beckoned with a finger her hapless husband: "Anatole, don't be shy. Come and join us’. How do you like it?”
“It looks like the revenge of the unhappy woman in a bad marriage, screamed Pippa. I understand her”.
“But Anatole, to my surprise, just smiled. To my wonder he experienced relief from what he saw. I grabbed him by the arm and pushed him onto the bed, and then finished off his asshall in hard rock style under the laughter and applause of his young wife”.
I must say, that I greatly regretted about it. Anatole now ran after me like a pet, begging me to repeat this experiment.
“Tell me the name of this beautiful “baby honey.”
“I forgot. You may not believe me, but I really don't remember. Think Anna or Any.”
“She knew about his sexual preference?”
“Yes. To her, he apparently confessed, through long time after the marriage ceremony”.
“She was very good in bed, and I would not mind to marry her after their divorce. But I already had the documents ready for departure”.
“Yes, she said. I feel an accent you have. Your parents also emigrated?”
“No. By the time I had lost close relations with kin. May be we never have had family love before”.
I see you have a nice resume, baby. You know how to show yourselves. This kind of experience for a young soul like you is expensive. I hope I will be able to respond. Hope, I was not wrong in my desire to invite you”
“Invite me?”
“Yes. Sometimes you walked along this street. And I decided to invite you. But what can I do? Just when you once again appeared at the end of the road, I asked the maid to put this phone in front of you.”
“All ingenious is simple, I sighed. Only the woman is able for it”.
I saw her smile. Her lips are a little too puffy and softly pink without the slightest trace of lipstick.
“But I am worthy of satisfaction too. Isn't it?
So we decided to invite you. Because you are not famous to anybody here and we will introduce you as my cousin. This will help us to keep our relationship in secret as long as possible”.
She put her hand on my shoulder and slightly squeezed her fingers, as to test my flesh. I know this gesture use all an experienced woman or slut like a deadly weapon against young male.
“It was a very insistent request of my husband. He really cares about me. And wants to be sure, I like it. In addition, I assure you, that you will not be disappointed,” she whispered and sits closest to me and looks in my eyes.
I feel the coolness of her skin and begin melting as snow at spring.
“And yes: I like to stark naked all around the house. Hope you no shocked. This gown knows best.” She pulls it down and kicked under the sofa, stay naked. I was surprised seeing her legs: slender, thin; the legs are getting by long time exercises.
“I am too…,” - I babble.
She kissed me on the cheek and went upstairs. I saw her moving; very slowly and gracefully naked moving as a panther in the jungle.
In the middle she stopped and winked at me over the shoulder. It was beautiful and rich as all in Grin Street.
Black as an ebony statuette, a young girl in a black short dress with a white apron came down to meet her.
Pippa lifted the hem of her dress and I saw wide white cuffs framing the girl's hips. She was not wearing any panties or suspenders.
"Are you satisfied?" Pippa asked without turning around.
I picked up my jeans from the floor and began to dress.
"Are you going?" The girl asked.
"Yes. There are many wonderful things in this world that I have no money to buy. "
"I will accompany you." She walked forward and opened the front door for me.
The sun was already sinking. And I still really wanted to fuck.
The End.
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