PHONESEX JOURNALS – SET ON FIRE 2
Phonesex…Now…Where were we? Oh, yes. We’re here at Joey’s Phonesex Journals – Fire2, the continuation. I never intended to enter into adult chat as a child. And phonesex was the furthest thing from my little brain; I’d never even heard of it. But, I digress. I was having my first adult phonesex chat with my uncle, Arnau. I held my breath for only a moment, but to Uncle Arnau, it must have seemed an eternity. His lust for me was…palpable. And I wanted his cock buried inside me as it was that day in his offices.
“Cheri? Are you there?” His voice crept all over and between me.
“Yes. I’m here.” I fought my childish giggle of anticipation. even though, I was only 9 years old.
“I want you to do everything Uncle tells you…no questions…” his voice drifted….then continued… “And Cheri? Please, be very quiet, eh?”
“Now, lie on your back, bend your knees and spread them. Take your right hand and using just the middle fingertip, glided it up from the bottom of your sweet box up and over your button, Baby.”
I did as told and after listening to his instructions to stroke while using my other hand to rub my little button side-to-side and up and down…my breathing, audibly labored and panting into a phone I was barely able to maintain control of. I was lost to him…I ALWAYS was. To this day, he still stirs me. He is nearing 80 years old…but, he’s still got that, “Je ne sais pas !” He likely always WILL!
My fingers found each spot with no hesitation, I told him of every movement.
“I’m pulling the skin back from my button. It’s so silky, soft and slippery, Baby.” He’d already begged me to be more adult for him by calling him Baby. It turns him on. Makes his dick throb for me…
“Uncle, I mean, Baby? Are the veins along the back of your shaft throbbing like a heartbeat for your little Josette?” I purred, trying to sound grownup.
“Oh, Godddddd!” He moaned loudly into my ears…”Please fuck yourself, child! Use the toy Uncle gave you. Thrust it! Hard! NOW!!!!!Oh, Dear, Godddddd!” He moaned again.
I suppressed the urge to giggle. I felt….so grown in my power over him!
That night, as with so many after, we fucked mentally and physically (at some distance) as I plunged my little fingers deep inside my pussy and ass…Yes! He trained me in his offices. First using his fingers, then his fine, swollen cock. It hurt like hell at first. But, again, once the FIRE HAD BEEN LIT…there was no stopping me. I quickly turned into his WILLING LITTLE WHORE. I wanted him almost more than he wanted me. Well, maybe that’s not so, but I could certainly DO more about my cravings than could he. He needed 20 minutes here and there. Giggle.
Arnie and I do it all. Again, yes! I said DO…Every chance we get, we STILL love to fuck. And I know eXXXactly where all of his buttons are. I kneel before him and pull his thick cock from hi pans and suck him like his dick was my own personal STRAW! I suck and drink him; swallowing each drop like the life giving elixir it is.
My thirst for the older man is still stronger than any other need I have. I can’t help noticing when an older guy checks me out; licking his lips in contemplation of what I’d taste like under his tongue. And I consider it my Guilty Pleazure to give him what he never thought he’d get. My young cunt dancing with delight over his face. I just love doing good deeds. Giggle.
You’ve heard it before…”Once a Fire is lit…it beCUMS unquenchable in it’s THIRST!
Are you thirsty, Uncle? Heehee. Call me. Let’s have the kind of phonesex I did with Arnie all those years ago. make me your 9 year old cum dumpster, whore! I like it best that way.
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