This story was written for the 2012 Halloween Contest. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.
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"Just stick your finger in with your palm facing up. Then curl it and feel the top. You will feel a spongy...,"
Jami's voice cuts in over the phone, "Yes I know...the spongy area that will grow hard when I flex, but it does not feel any different." I can here the aggravation in her voice.
I have been through this before with her. Several times in fact, and each time it always ends the same; her getting annoyed that she could not find that mythical g-spot. She has read books, seen the diagrams, bought a special g-spot toy, and still nothing. We started talking about it one night and having me tell her how to rub it and where it should be and best angles to reach it, but my experience has always been from the other side where it was I exploiting this spot on other women. She started to ask questions and try to follow my guidance, but I cannot see her do it. So far she has not wanted to meet. She wanted to just keep this something anonymous.
We met online and shared erotic stories and experiences. We then started talking on the phone and sending texts back and forth. I have yet to actually meet her, and it sounds like I never will, which is actually fine with me. Since I was married and she did not want to fall for a married man the rule has always been to keep this anonymous. No last names, no pictures, no video, no webcam, and no seeing the other at all. I have agreed to this since I did not want to cheat on my wife and did not want to fall for her either. For the last nine months have kept this an anonymous relationship, yet personal... very personal and very hot. We have had deep philosophical conversations and have had very hot phone sex sessions and every other type of conversation in-between. She has this amazing sexy voice, a very creative and imaginative mind, great personality, and if her descriptions of herself are accurate, a great looking brunette with a toned body.
Then one day we started to talk about the g-spot and how good the orgasm seems to be. Since it does not get over sensitive like rubbing the clit can after you cum you can just keep getting orgasms over and over and over and this of course has greatly interested her. She had tried many times on her own and bought a toy for this as well, but still could not find it. I started to try and help as best I could, but so far nothing but frustration.
"Try two fingers Jami, curl them and then pull them back till they are stopped by the pubic bone." I repeat to her again.
"I am trying! One finger, two, three, the toy it makes not difference." She gives out an exasperated groan that just drips with aggravation. "If I keep this up I am just going to scratch the hell out of my pussy with my nails and never get off tonight."
Smiling, I resign myself to another failed attempt. "Ok Jami, let's forget about that then. I have been stroking myself slowly for the last five minutes while you have been digging around that wet pussy. I need to get you caught up with me. So I want you to straighten those fingers and start to finger fuck yourself. Start by moving them slowly in and out. Just close your eyes and picture me there with my fingers slowly fucking that hot pussy of your. " I hear her breathing change to the deeper more rhythmic sound of her getting turned on. "Good girl. Now just feel my fingers twist and turn inside, getting covered with all your wetness. Oh I bet it tastes so good. Take you fingers out and taste them. "
I hear the sounds of sucking and licking followed by a deep moan. "Oh Shawn, I taste good. Mmmm." I hear the wet sounds of her sucking her finger. "Tell me what to do Shawn. Tell me how you want to do me."
"OK. I will tell you Jami. I want you to put them back in and then speed up your pace. Plunge them in and out of your wet pussy. Let's get all that frustration out." I can hear the wet sloppy sounds of her fingering herself. I keep stroking, but slowly. I try to time it as close as I can to her actual cum. "Now pick up your toy, turn it all the way up and slap your clit with it." I hear the slap followed by the moan from her. "Again." She complies. "Harder now. Come on slap that clit like I would be doing with my hard dick." I hear the sound of wet impacts and her voice rising and falling with each one. "Now just set it right on that exposed clit. Push it in. Rub it up and down. Picture it is my cock is sliding up and down your pussy and rubbing that clit; your hand pushing me hard against you to increase the friction on your clit. Oh that feels so good Jami." Her breathing and groans are telling me she is close. I pick up the pace on my cock rubbing faster and envisioning it sliding between wet pussy lips and against that clit. "Oh I am almost there and I can tell that you are too. You want me to make you cum. Don't you?"
"Uh huh. Please can I cum... please." I hear her soft voice plead with me. Just waiting for me to give her permission.
"Ok Jami you can cum, but only after I spray my cum all over that pussy so that you rub into your clit would you like that? I am so close. Would you want me to cum right on your clit so you can then cum?"
"Please... cum on me... please let me cum." I can hear her labored voice; I know from the sounds that she has slowed down waiting to cum.
"Oh.... yeah... here... it... cums... AHHHHHhhhhhhh!," and I shoot over my hand still stroking myself. "Now rub that pussy baby. Rub my cum into that clit. Cum for me now." And with that I hear the pace increase and then a few seconds later her groan out loud. I love to listen to Jami cum and the slow let down and slowing of her voice as she regains the ability to talk.
"Wow Shawn!" she says between labored breaths. "That was a strong one. Mmmm. Did you cum as well?" For some reason I always smile when she asks that question. Like I was not obvious enough.
"You heard me and I told you I did. Only it was not onto your pussy, but on to my hand and stomach and left a sticky mess. Thank you Jami by the way. I enjoyed that." I tell her.
"No, thank you. You did all the work there. I just wish it had been you though. Still though, I really think it is better for us not to know..." silence.
I wait a few seconds for her to finish her thought. "Jami are you OK?" I ask not really concerned since I can still hear her breathing, but clearly something stopped her. Maybe someone came in or she heard a noise.