I loved this read.The Black TelephoneWhen I was a young boy, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember the polished, o...ld case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box ... I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was “Information Please” and there was nothing she did not know.. This caused me to gasp out loud. Someone took advantage of that moment to slip their cock into my mouth. He just fucked my face and throat as I sputtered and gasped for breath. Every so often he would stop just long enough for me to take a quick breath before relentlessly fucking my face again.The tongue swirling around my clit and the finger fucking my ass all quickly became too much for me and I came. I came harder then I ever did before and let out a muffled scream. The cock in my mouth. I take a deep breath in as he barely touches it with the tip of his tounge. I let out the breath just as a mountain of heat goes through my body. He pulls it the rest of the way off, and spreads my legs. Kissing up my left thigh as he makes his up to my pussy. He blindfolds me so I can't see what he is going to do. He traces two finger down my body and pinches my clit as he gets further down. I take a sharp breath when the pain fills my stomach. It may have hurt but somehow I want him to keep. ”“I don’t know what, but something hit me back there.” I reached up and gingerly felt a lump on the back of my head, now covered with a bandage. “Then everything went blank.”“That’s probably when most of the damage was done. It’s a lot easier to beat somebody up when they are laying on the ground unconscious,” he commented.“Well, if I ever get the chance to return the favor, I’ll remember that,” I replied.“You will do no such thing!” ordered Mom.I shrugged in response. Doctor Tolliver said,.