In the 1960s, I returned home after graduating from college for about six months. My parents were happy to let me move back in for a while so I could save enough to move out on my own. I appreciated it, but after having had my freedom for four years, living at home sort of cramped my style. The worst part was having no privacy while using the telephone.

We didn’t have cell phones back in the day. Our phones were attached to the wall with a corded handset. My mother had recently replaced the cord on their phone with one that was ridiculously short.

“The old cord was too long, and it got tangled, Marilyn. So, I asked the folks at Ma Bell to bring me the shortest cord they had available. Now, it can’t get all twisted,” she said, looking quite proud of her ingenuity.

“That’s great, Mom,” I said, trying not to give away that it was likely misshapen from all the times I’d stretched the cord as far as it'd go so I could sit on the basement stairs and talk to my friends without my parents overhearing our conversations.

“Oh, and I just want to warn you that we’ve switched back to a party line.”

I groaned inwardly. “You did what now?”

“A party line is so much cheaper. Now that you're all grown up and no longer monopolizing it, we really don’t use the telephone very often. So, your father thought it would be a great way to save some money.”

“Thanks for the heads up, Mom.”

It was their house and their phone. How bad could it be having a party line?

About a week later, on a Saturday, I discovered just how bad.

It was late morning, and I decided to call my friend Valerie to see if she wanted to see a movie that night. When I picked up the phone to make a call, the line was already in use. I was about to hang up when I heard a man with a very sexy voice talking. It took a moment for me to realize he wasn’t talking to me. The polite thing to do would have been to hang up the phone. However, I was mesmerized by that voice, so I sat quietly while he spoke. I figured if the call went too long, I could ask him politely to clear the line so I could make my call.

The call was pretty innocuous at first:

Mike: Hi there, Sue; it’s Mike. How's it going?

Sue: Fair at the moment. And you?

Mike: Not bad for a Saturday - I have the day off, and the sun is shining.

Sue: It’s always lovely when the sun is shining.

Mike: It is - especially when my neighbor decides it's bikini weather!

Sue: Ah, and having a nice view is always good!

Mike: I must be a bit subtle about getting it, but yes, the view is indeed spectacular.

Sue: Why be subtle? Perhaps she’d enjoy some company.

Mike: I don't think she'd have a problem with me looking. But her husband might object to how I want to use her this afternoon.

Sue: Ah, that’s a rather unfortunate obstacle, I suppose. Then subtle, it must be! Or perhaps just subtle enough, yes?

Mike: Well, he's at work, so he won't catch me looking. Judging by how hard her nipples are, I don't think she'll mind me looking one bit!

Sue: No harm in enjoying the view, especially since her nipples give away her pleasure at being noticed.

My eyes flew open wide. This was no ordinary conversation I had stumbled upon! This was R-rated! I glanced around, grateful that my mother was in the basement doing laundry and my father was outside cutting the lawn. I put the phone back to my ear and continued being nosy — and a bit titillated. I'd never heard anyone talk like this!

Mike: I wonder how good she tastes right now. I would love to have my bristly jaw wedged between her smooth thighs.

Sue: Maybe she’s wondering, too. After all, you’re at home, and her husband isn’t.

Mike: What a naughty girl!

Sue: Who, me? Or your neighbor?

Mike:  I think you're enjoying the thought of me sneaking around to fuck my neighbor. I’m imagining that you can see us both from your bedroom window as we share small talk over the fence.

Sue: A little mental imagery on a Monday morning is not a bad thing.

Mike: It is a very skimpy bikini, isn't it?         

Sue: It sure is!

Mike: look at the way she points her cleavage at me as we talk - the way her legs slide together as she sits up on her sun lounger

Sue: It seems to me that she’s squirming a bit and is likely a little flustered by how wet she's getting just talking to you. Perhaps in her mind, she sees your fingers reaching out to touch those hard nipples.

Mike: Do you think she's noticed the massive lump in my shorts? That string strap only needs a little help to slip off her shoulder.

Sue: She’d need to be blind to miss that.

So, not only did this guy have a sexy voice, but he was also well-endowed, too. It made me wonder how close this man lived. Then I felt my face turning hot with shame. But I was not embarrassed enough to hang up. No, I just kept listening.

Mike: She seems a little unsure as I sit beside her. I look around to see if anyone is watching as I slip her top down to expose her round tits.

Sue: And such lovely tits they are! Quite voluptuous! Mmm.

Mike: Her hand instinctively goes up to try to cover them, but they’re too big. My hand moves between her thighs, rubbing her through the skimpy bottom as I take a hard nipple in my mouth while her hands grip the arms of her lounger.

Sue: She clearly wants more.

So did I! My panties had grown damp, and I wanted to be that woman on the sun lounger.

Mike: My thumbs hooking into the top of the bikini bottom - tugging it down her thighs, exposing her neatly trimmed pussy. I’m pulling my shorts off - releasing my thick erection. Look how she spreads her legs - assuming no one else can see what a naughty slut she is.

Sue: Oh, but I see, and I can tell you she’s ready... and more than willing.

Sue’s voice had gotten a little breathy. I’m guessing her panties were as damp as mine by this point. I'd never felt this aroused before. I had no experience in anything below the waist.

Mike: Look at that dirty grin on her face as I push my hips between her open thighs and force my thick cock into her unprotected cunt. The sun shines down on our naked bodies as I use her for my pleasure.

Sue: The look on her face as you entered her was delicious.

Mike: I’m making her take the entire length of my shaft, her tits bouncing with each deep thrust.

Sue: Notice the way she adjusts her hips to allow you to get in her deeper.

Mike: She needs a good hard fuck.

Sue: She does indeed!

Inside my head, I screamed, “So do I!”

Mike: She needs to be used like the dirty little slut she is, fucked and filled with cum while her husband is at work.

Sue: And she wants it. She wants you to use her hard, fast, and deep.

Mike: Flipping her onto her hands and knees on her lounger. She's looking straight towards you as I push hard into her cunt from behind. My big hands wrap tightly around her hips - holding her in place as I take what I need.

Sue: She’s too far gone to worry about me now. She knows that I won’t judge her for needing a good hard fuck.

I decided that every woman should have a friend like Sue. Most of the girls I’d met in college were judgmental bitches, eager to shame each other if they dared to have a naughty little rendezvous with a man’s hands roaming under a blouse. But I digress…

Mike: My hips slamming against her ass - her tits swaying.

Sue: But it makes her all the more aroused to know she’s been seen letting you use her like this. Slamming into her. Mmm, she IS a little slut, but good for her!

Mike: She's getting even wetter knowing you're watching - her juices are dripping off my heavy swinging balls. I’m tugging her head back by a fistful of her hair.

Sue: Her face is giving away just how much she loves being used like this.

Mike: Her eyes fixed on yours. My pace quickens as I get closer to release.

Sue: I coyly slip a finger in my mouth and suck on it erotically while I watch you fuck her. Mmm, explode inside her, baby. Fill her up!

Mike: My body jolts hard as I flood her deepest point with my thick load.

Sue: Mmm, and my body shivers a little, knowing that she enjoyed being filled so roughly.

My body shivered right along with Sue’s. I’d never heard such a wicked conversation, and I felt the need to head to my room very soon!

Mike: I hold my length inside her as I empty myself, our mixed juices dripping off my balls.

Sue: Her face reveals her pleasure as she came hard while you emptied into her.

Mike: What a naughty whore she is.

Sue: She is, isn’t she? And aren’t you the lucky one for having fucked her like the whore she is?

Mike: Even luckier now as she turns around to clean my cum covered cock, pointing her freshly fucked pussy right at you, glistening and dripping with cum.

Sue: It looks delicious with your cum dripping out of it.

Mike: Inviting, isn't it?

Sue: Indeed.

Mike: Why not take a taste?

Sue: Ah, if only I had more time. I’d love to lick her clean for you. Sadly, my morning chaos begins now. But thank you for the delightful view. My morning got a whole lot more interesting!

Mike: Glad you enjoyed it. Let’s chat again soon.

Sue: I’m free tomorrow.

I heard one click and was about to hang up the phone when Mike said, “Did you enjoy listening to my conversation?”

“I-I-I just picked up the phone. I didn’t hear anything,” I lied.

“I could hear you breathing— quite heavily, I might add. I’ll bet your pussy is wet. Do you need to cum sweetheart?”

“I don’t…”

“Sue likes it when I talk dirty. Her life is chaotic, and her husband works seven days a week. So, I call her from time to time to help out, make her day a little brighter, if you know what I mean,” Mike explained. “I could do that for you if you’d like. I have a bit more time.”

“I live with my parents,” I blurted out.

“How old are you, baby?”

“I’m twenty-two. But I don’t have my own phone. I’m in the kitchen. I can’t…”

“There’s a phone in their bedroom, isn’t there?”

“Yes, in my parent’s room, but…”

“Go pick up that phone, set it on the bed, and then come hang this receiver up. Then, head back to the bedroom and close the door.”

“Okay,” I heard myself say.

Moments later, he said, “Now, is there something you could slide in and out of your pussy for me while I talk to you?”

I should have been appalled, but I was well past that by now. I glanced around the room and spied my mother’s hairbrush. I picked it up and said, “Yes, I have, um, my… I have a hairbrush.”

“Good! Now, we aren’t going to use it just yet. First, I want you to slide your fingers into your panties and tell me how wet you are,” Mike demanded.

“Oh, God! I’m so wet. I never…”

“Well, you should. Are you a virgin, sweetheart?”

I felt my cheeks get hot. “Well, of course!”

“Okay. Have you ever played with your pussy before? Ever put anything inside it to make it feel good?”

“No," I admitted, embarrassed by my naivety.

“That's okay, my sweet, innocent virgin. Just listen to my voice in your ear. Keep moving those fingers around until you feel your hips move involuntarily. Let me know when that happens, okay? Till then, just listen to my voice as I tell you what I want to do with you.”

I nodded and did exactly as he told me.

“Imagine that I’m lying on that bed with you. Those are my fingers teasing your hot little pussy. It feels so naughty to envision that, doesn’t it?"

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Find that little nub and flick it.”

“Oh, God!”

“Good; you found it,” he chuckled. “Rub it gently for me. Now, picture me between your legs, licking that nub with my clever tongue. Mmm, you taste good, baby.”

As I imagined him doing unspeakable things with me, I felt my hips lift.

“My hips,” I said, but I was unable to think clearly enough to form coherent words.

Ahh, we’ve reached the point where my tongue isn't enough. You need a cock in your sweet little cunt, don’t you?”

I made a squealing noise in agreement.

“Take the brush and slide the handle into your pussy. My cock is much bigger, but that will have to do for now. Feel me pushing my dick into your hot, wet hole. In and out. Slowly, at first. Mmm, you feel so fucking tight, baby!”

I was on fire! I’d never had a man talk to me like this, and it was really arousing!

“Faster now, baby,” he commanded. “I wanna pump my shaft into your pussy. That’s right, hard and deep, too! Oh fuck, baby, your cunt is so tight; I’m gonna blow my load soon. But I want you to cum first. Can you do that, baby? Can you cum hard for me while my dick hammers into you?”

“Yes!” I whispered hoarsely. My entire body vibrated with need as the hairbrush impaled me. An intense tingling sensation made me need to move the brush faster and faster until… Oh, my God!”

“Oh, God! What’s happening? I feel like I’m on fire down there!” I cried, trying hard to keep my voice down.

“You’re cumming baby! That’s an orgasm, and by the sound of your voice, you’ve never had one. I guess I get to claim your first climax. Now I’m gonna fuck your virgin pussy and fill you with my hot cum! Oh, fuck! Yes, baby, feel me explode inside you!”

Just then, I heard my mother calling my name. “Marilyn! Where are you? Help me fold these towels.”

“Thanks, gotta go!” I said as I hung up the phone. I pulled my panties back up and put her hairbrush back on her nightstand just in time for my mother to open the door.

“What were you doing in here with the door closed?” she demanded.

“I was making a call.”

“In my room?”

“Dad’s lawn mower was so loud, I couldn’t hear my friend,” I said, hoping she would buy the lie. She looked at me suspiciously but let it go.

“Well, next time, ask me, okay? Now, come out here and help me fold these towels.”

I did as she asked, hoping she wouldn’t discover that I’d been up to no good behind closed doors.

That night, after I got home from the movie, I lay in my bed, my fingers trying to recreate the feeling I’d had earlier. But soon, I was distracted as I overheard my parents’ conversation from the hallway as they entered their bedroom.

“Joe, will you brush my hair before we go to bed?”

“Sure, honey,” he replied.

The brush! I never washed the brush, I thought, panicking. But I kept rubbing my tender little nub; it felt too good to stop!

“Shirley, why does your hairbrush feel sticky?” I heard my dad ask.

Oh, my God, I’m in deep trouble…but I need to finish…

“MARILYN!” Mom screamed as my body shuddered.

I didn’t answer her, pretending I was asleep. I wondered what the chances were that this would blow over. Because if it didn’t, I’d be looking for an apartment sooner than later.

Damn! Just when I’d discovered how much fun the party line could be!