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Talk Dirty To Me

By: Greg Lee Hunt



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(This multi-part story is the reenactment of a series of imaginary weekly erotic telephone conversations (phone sex) carried on over a period of time between a married woman and her best friend's husband. The language is descriptive, extremely graphic, and very raunchy. The first telephone conversation begins innocently enough with Cathy making a call to her best friend Nancy. Nancy's husband Gary answers the phone and the conversation evolves.)

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(On a very hot day Cathy places a telephone to her best friend Nancy. Nancy is not at home, but Nancy's husband Gary answers the phone. What begins as a perfectly innocent conversation between the two of them quickly becomes more torrid than the day.)

It was an unusually hot afternoon for early May. While residents of the San Fernando Valley are used to hot weather and extreme temperatures in the summer, the sizzling heat had arrived several months earlier than usual. According to the TV newscasts the thermometers outdoors were soaring everywhere in Southern California. The clock read 12:24 PM and the needle on the clock-like thermometer in Gary and Nancy Harris' west Valley backyard pointed to 100° That was in the shade and there was very little of that. To make matters worse, the hottest part of the day was still a good two or three hours away. Gary hated to think about how hot the temperature would become later on. It would soar above 110° he suspected. Lots of new temperature records were likely to be set before this day was over. To counteract the heat outside, Gary had the air conditioning system set to a frigid temperature and the fan blowing at full power. Despite these actions, the room that served as his home office felt warm and stifling. Maybe it was the southern exposure of the room or the fact that the central air system was less than fully efficient. Under the conditions, it was difficult to keep himself from falling asleep. As hot as it was outside, Gary had no idea about how really hot things were about to become for him. Though the heat was intense, it wasn't enough to keep his wife Nancy and their teen-aged daughter Jamie, from getting their hair cut, their nails done or from their favorite recreational activity -- shopping at the mall.

Gary, a successful screen writer, was working on the first draft of a commissioned script for a new movie. He was supposed to meet with the producer at the end of the week with a full outline and treatment. The ring of the telephone disrupted his thought processes.

"Hi it's Cathy." Gary had probably heard this familiar girlish greeting hundreds of times before when he'd picked up the phone. He wasn't sure why Cathy thought it necessary to identify herself every time she called because her voice was certainly familiar enough to everyone in the Harris family. Cathy was his wife Nancy's best friend. The two women would talk on the phone for at least an hour every day and sometimes more than once a day. Cathy's daughter, Monica was Jamie's oldest and closest friend. Cathy, her husband David, Gary, Nancy had also become close as families go. Gary wouldn't characterize David as his best friend, but concluded that he was an alright guy.

"Oh, hi Cathy. How are you? Are you enjoying this warm weather?"

"No I hate it when it's this hot. I'm trying to stay cool but I'm sweating like a pig. Can you ever remember it being sweltering like this in early May?"

"No I can't say that I have. I hate the heat too!! I don't see how people can live here without air conditioning."

"Well, believe or not, we may have to. Our central air needs servicing and it doesn't seem to be doing the job at all. I can't get the system serviced on a day like today. I can't even get through to the maintenance company, their line has been busy for hours. So I've had to improvise a temporary cooling system. I have the fans blowing and several large buckets of ice sitting between me and the fans. But I'm not sure that it is helping much." She laughed heartily in her own distinctive and provocative laugh, which Gary always thought sounded like a mixture of a high pitched giggle and a belly laugh. He identified with Cathy's discomfort.

"Well ours usually works well but I'm sitting in my office and it has to be the hottest room in the house. I'm wearing shorts and a tee shirt, but damn it's still unbearably hot."

"Is Nancy around?"

"No. I'm sorry she's not. Would you believe that she and Jamie left for appointments at the beauty parlor about half an hour ago and then they plan to do some shopping at the mall? I don't know how they do it, especially on a day as hot as today. Anyway they're gone for the day. I'm supposed to meet them at seven-thirty for dinner. To tell you the truth, I'm a little surprised that you're not with them."

"Actually I was feeling a little dizzy earlier and I'm still involved in cleaning up the house in the aftermath of Monica's sweet sixteen party. David took Monica and some friends to the beach, but I just wasn't really up for that so I stayed behind and I'm just doing my best to survive is this heat"

Gary thought that Cathy was a bit ditzy and somewhat of a chatter-box. Although their two families were close, he'd have never really gotten into any extended or 'deep' conversations with her. Gary tried his best to end the chat and get back to what he was doing before Cathy's call interrupted him. "Can I give Nancy any special message or should I just have her call you when she gets home?"

"No. Nothing really important, just have her call me...well to tell the truth, I'm kind of glad that she's not around. I've had some things on my mind that I've been meaning to ask you about when the right opportunity presented itself and now seems like as good a time as any to do that. Are you busy or do you have a minute or two to talk?"

An exasperated look of desperation came over Gary's face but, of course, Cathy couldn't see that. Gary liked Cathy. In her own way she was attractive and pleasant. He thought that she was a very sweet and good person, but she sometimes rubbed him the wrong way. He knew that she meant well but she had the ability to talk and talk and talk, rambling on endlessly. Sometimes she and Nancy would tie up the telephone line for several hours. Cathy's repetitious attention to trivial things and her endless small talk had been known to annoy even Nancy. But, of course, she was Nancy's best friend and she was a nice person. Gary didn't want to be rude so he figured that he would give her five minutes to get whatever she wanted to say to him off of her chest - her ample chest he thought to himself.

"Sure. I've got nothing but time. What's on your mind? Anything going on with David or Monica that I can help you with?"

"Oh, no it's nothing like that. She giggled. Before I get to what I really want to talk to you about, I have to tell you that you really have looked terrific since you've gone on that diet and lost weight. How much weight have you lost?"

"Oh about thirty-five pounds and thank you very much for the compliment." He wondered exactly what Cathy was fishing for, since she could have complimented him becoming slimmer at any time. He detected some uneasiness in her voice and a sense of purpose behind her question and the compliment.

"I mean it. I wish I could find a way to lose twenty to twenty-five pounds myself, but no matter what I try, it just doesn't seem to work...anyway since you've lost the weight, you seem much more lively and ...well anyway... Let me be blunt, I can't help it but I've noticed something different about the way you relate to me the last couple of times that our families have gone to dinner together that..well...how do I put it?"

'Put what?"

"Well there have been times recently when I've caught you staring at me, when you thought that I or any one else didn't notice you doing it. It almost seemed like you were ogling me. You had an expression on your face that I'm not certain I fully comprehend. And lately whenever we greet you or you guys leave, your hugs have been much more...I'm looking for the right word....expressive. You used to give me very perfunctory hugs but now you give real hugs The kind of warm cuddly hugs that a person remembers for a long time afterward."

"I'm sorry about that."

"Oh, don't be sorry. I like the new way you hug. Really I do..but there's something more too. I've noticed some other curious changes in the way you relate to me. Maybe it's just my imagination but that's why I wanted to talk with you."

"What kind of changes?"

"Well, for example, the other night when we were finishing up our meals at that rib restaurant in Thousand Oaks. When you handed me the packet of wet naps to wipe the barbecue sauce off of my fingers, you didn't hesitate to point out to me, and to me alone, that the shape and feel of the packet reminded you of a packet of condoms. Also, it used to be that when we were in restaurant that you chose to sit far away from me. I'm not certain if it is intentional but now it seems that you either sit directly across from or right next to me. Also the last few times Dave and I went to the movies with you guys, there were a couple of occasions when you've made remarks or comments that were slightly risque and even downright bawdy. I've sort of felt well, that they were meant to get rise out of me. Were they?"

"...ummm..well maybe...they could have been ... kind of ...they probably were...I don't know what made me do that, maybe it was something in the air." She was right, of course. Gary had been staring at Cathy a lot lately. He wasn't certain what the exact nature of his attraction to Cathy was. It could have been her feisty, perky personality and her raucous laugh. Maybe it was her red hair, her complexion and her lovely face. It was also probably her girlish playfulness, nearly to the point of naivete that appealed to him, although he suspected that her pretended innocence was mostly part of a well rehearsed 'act'. That's something below the surface that he was tuned in to. Almost certainly it was her big breasts that also made her alluring. Possibly it was the way she smelled or some combination of all of those things. He knew that large women turned on some men but he wasn't one of them, though Cathy's heftiness didn't repulse him either. Cathy had said she needed to lose twenty-five pounds. It was probably closer to forty. She wasn't fat but she was large, but then at 5-11 she was nearly as tall as he was. As he thought about it, Gary realized that his first serious girl friend Carla was a tall well-built red head and so was his first wife Linda. Whatever it was about her physical appearance or her personality, Gary found Cathy to be physically very appealing. She had increasingly become the sexual object of many of his secret erotic fantasies over the past six months. Now obviously, she had caught him ogling her. He wondered whether she'd picked up on any other signals that he might be giving off. Despite his recognition of her distinctive allure, he was reluctant to open up to Cathy knowing that she and Nancy shared so many of the intimate details of their lives as trivial gossip that she might reveal this also.

"Let me explain what I think is going on with me that might help you understand my behavior. Do you remember the time when the four of us were out together on some kind of dinner date. We went without the kids and you told us a very entertaining dirty joke about a woman who'd just given her boy friend a blow job. I remember that the thing that made the punch line especially funny was your imitation of the woman trying to talk while her mouth was filled with her boyfriend's cum. That was pretty bold of you. Anyway, I thought it was. Those are the kind of jokes that I expect to hear at a poker game or watching football with the guys. The fact that you even knew those kind of jokes let alone told it in public gave me a new perspective of you. I guess I didn't expect you to be telling that kind of raunchy joke. I had always thought of you as being so non sexual. Another thing that impressed me was when you went out and got a henna tattoo painted on your arm. Somehow those two things made me think of you in a new way. I no longer saw you merely as the friend of my wife or as merely one part of a family unit with whom we've become friendly. I began to think of you as my friend, and as an individual. The kind of person that I can relate to and relax my guard with. Believe me it wasn't that way before. I see you as kind of a kindred spirit."

"Oh you mean that you saw me being 'one of the boys'...something like that?" There was something peculiar about the way about the way that Cathy phrased her question. It was almost as if she was teasing him and fishing for quite a different answer.

"Well I wouldn't put it that way!"

"Then, how would you put it?" Now there was definitely a seductive undertone in Cathy's question.

"Well I just feel much freer around you than I have before. I'm able to relate to you as a real person and open up some more, to express my true feelings and so on. Am I being clear?...I guess I'm a bit uncomfortable. I'm not certain I know where this conversation is leading."

"Where do you want it to lead?" That clinched it. Gary no longer doubted that Cathy was trying to seduce or at least tempt him sexually. He was confused. He did find her attractive and yes sexually alluring, but he wasn't ready to admit it too her just yet. He needed to stall for time and decided to play dumb.

"Oh, nowhere special, I was just commenting on how I see things. PAUSE By the way, I know a really good Heating and Air Conditioning contractor. He's honest, he's good and reasonable...at least he won't cheat you." Obviously, Gary was making an effort to change the subject and take the conversation back to a more comfortable level. Somehow Cathy wasn't buying any of it.

"You're hinting at something else. If I were a betting woman, I would bet that you have some much more basic motivation in mind...like hmmm ...sexual feelings for example. By the way, do you think that I'm sexy?"

"What makes you say that? What makes you think that I'm interested in having sex with you?"

"I didn't ask you if you were interested in having sex with me, YOU used those words, and attributed them to me. I only asked if you thought that I was sexy but your little slip of the tongue indicates that having sex with me is something that has crossed your mind before! But you still haven't answered my question. Do you think I'm sexy?" "Well, yes I do. I think you're very sexy as a matter a fact."

"But I put on this weight and I'm so fat. Sometimes I think that I look like a cow, or a whale or even a hippopotamus. How can you find that sexy?"

Though she was on the heavy side, Cathy was still a very pretty woman and being so tall her heaviness was not unattractive. She had reddish auburn hair which was cut fashionably short, with wisps that cascaded playfully over her forehead. She also had compelling green eyes and her ruddy complexion was splattered with light freckles. Her face was rounded and complemented by a lovely nose and an even better mouth. In fact, Cathy's mouth was probably her most attractive and sensual feature. Her teeth were straight and her lips were perfectly proportioned and slightly pouty. She had a dimpled yet elegant chin. But she had put on weight, a lot of weight, in the ten years that Gary had known her. Without the weight she'd have been even more beautiful. In fact, she'd be drop dead gorgeous. "Well because you are a very beautiful woman. I've always thought that you are one of the most beautiful women that I have ever seen. I mean that sincerely. And you weren't always heavy. I remember those photographs of you that David showed us that he took when you guys were on your honeymoon. There were a couple of you wearing a two-piece bathing suit in which you were an absolute knockout In fact you had a great figure and if I didn't know who you were I could have easily mistaken you for a glamour model. (Or even Playboy Magazine's Playmate of the Month with those kind of tits)" he thought to himself silently not wanting to share that last part of that thought with Cathy. "You looked fabulous when those pictures were taken." Gary secretly wondered whether David would have had the balls to take some topless pictures of Cathy that were locked away and forgotten. He also wondered whether David had taken any nude or even intentionally erotic photographs of Cathy during that time.

"Yes but that was twenty years ago, I was barely out of my teens."

"But time has been good to you. There is a lot to be said for the mature beauty of a good looking 40 + year old woman. With you, beauty improves with age. You've gotten better and better looking over the years I've known you."

"I'm blushing and I really don't know what to say. That's very sweet of you and it's a very lovely compliment...thank you."

"You're welcome. I mean it. Are you embarrassed by my frankness?"

"A little I suppose but ... well I lovvved hearing it as a matter of fact. I haven't gotten very many compliments of that kind in the last few years."

"Well you deserve them and as for 'fat' that's primarily a cultural thing, Have you ever seen paintings by the renaissance Flemish artist Peter Paul Rubens or any of his contemporaries or more recent one's by Renoir."

"Yes, I think I have." "Well those painters glorified, venerated and elevated 'big' women to a new level of eroticism. Their paintings of naked 'voluptuous' ladies are among the most sensual ever painted on canvas."

"What do think I'd look like without any clothes on? Would seeing me naked turn you on? Maybe I should rephrase my question. Have you ever thought about seeing me without my clothes on?"

There was an uncomfortably long silence. Gary was too embarrassed to answer a question that was so direct, so personal, and so potentially embarrassing to him.

'You haven't answered my question, maybe I should phrase it slightly differently to make the meaning more clear. Have you ever wanted to see me without any clothes on?"

'Well I'm a little ashamed to admit it, but yes I have."

"Have you had that thought more than just one time?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact I've fantasized about seeing you naked quite a few times, especially in the last few months".

"Hmmm.. that's nice, very nice. I appreciate your honesty and I take it as a compliment."

Gary felt himself blushing and beginning to perspire profusely. Although he knew that Cathy couldn't see him, he was embarrassed by and felt pangs of guilt about the confession that she'd just cajoled out of him. He also felt himself becoming sexually aroused. There was a tingle and a quickening between his legs and became aware of the fact that an involuntary release of seminal fluid was oozing into his jockey shorts. Obviously this telephone conversation was about to take him into some new and uncharted territory. It was a potentially very dangerous area to explore but it was also a stimulating one. Gary needed to stall for time and to compose his thoughts. He had distinctly mixed feelings about whether or not he even wanted to continue this conversation. In fact, he wondered if he hadn't said too much already. Maybe Cathy and Nancy had conspired in order to test out their husbands' commitment and faithfulness, and Cathy was using this conversation to test his loyalty to Nancy. If that were so, would Nancy be having the same kind of conversation with David?

'Cathy, would you mind if I put you on hold for a minute, I want to move from where I am to a more comfortable location and we'll pick up the conversation when I get there.'


Talk Dirty To Me



"Sure, but don't take tooooo long. This conversation was just beginning to get really interesting."

He pushed the hold button on the telephone, got up out of his chair, and looking down noticed for the first time that he had sprouted an erection...a full blown hard on. He got up and walked about ten feet into the master bedroom, sat down on the bed and flipped the speaker button on the phone.

'Hi, I'm back. Sorry about the interruption."

"Where are you now?"

"Oh, I'm in the bedroom."

"Oh I see. And was there some specific reason that you wanted to continue our conversation from the bedroom?"

"We..Wel.." For the first time that afternoon Gary the wordsmith and master conversationalist found himself being absolutely without words and tongue tied. Obviously he was aroused and a little flustered by the turn the conversation had taken. Cathy was beginning to probe further and obviously she was about to discover that he had the hots for her. Furthermore she would learn that she has been the secret object of his lust and lascivious thoughts for a very long time.

"I seem to have pushed a couple of your buttons, haven't I. Uhmmm. Uhh Do you have a hard-on?"

Though Cathy's question was very intrusive and totally unexpected, Gary didn't hesitate to respond honestly. "Yes..YES as a matter of fact I do."

Snickering. "That's very nice and thanks again for giving me another compliment. I'll admit that find you sexy too, and if you must know the truth, I'm feeling very, very flushed and warm myself and it's not from the hot temperature outside. Something else is going on...isn't it? Something venturesome ..but also very pleasurable in a risky way."

"Are you comfortable?"

"Yes, I guess so..do you mean physically or emotionally?"

"Both!"

"Well I suppose that I could prop some more pillows under my ass and my neck..."

"Oh, are you lying on your bed too?"

"Mmmm. Why of course, my bed is a very comfortable and welcoming place."

Cathy had lured Gary with the bait and hooked him, but now he wanted to take charge of the conversation, at least for a little while to test her a bit more. "Why don't you do that?"

"And...as far as the other part .. well I've got butterflies in my stomach and my mouth is very dry. I guess I'm wondering what I'm letting myself in for and where this conversation is leading. After all you are my best friend's husband." Cathy's voice had taken on a tone of 'staged' and pretended scolding.

"Who knows where it's leading? I certainly don't. Wherever we let it go, I suppose. But remember you can stop me or yourself anytime you feel really uncomfortable. You can even hang up on me if you want. I'll understand."

"You're right! I can hang up. But I don't want to.. at least not yet."

"What are you wearing?"

"Oh just an old flowered throw on robe, my bra and a pair of panties."

"Would you like to take off your robe? If it will make you more comfortable, that is."

Yes, as a matter of fact, I would like to do just that."

"Then do it!"

Gary could hear the rustling sound of the fabric rubbing against her body. "It's off."

".. and why don't you push the speaker phone button, that way you can hear me and speak without having to hold the receiver, leaving your hands free to do other things if you feel like doing something."

"OK. Can you hear me?"

"Loud and clear! Now would you describe your bra and panties to me? I want to picture what you look like in them."

"How about what I look like 'out of them'?"

"One step at a time, maybe we'll get to that later.. now tell me about them, pretend that I'm there on sitting on your bed next to you. What would I see if I was looking at you now? I want the details."

Cathy was beginning to breathe a little more heavily and even the crackling sound of what must have been her body squirming and adjusting itself on the fabric covering the bed's surface. "Hmm pretend that you're sitting on my bed... now that's an interesting thought, and come to think of it -- a pleasant one ... Well, I'm wearing a hunter green Victoria's Secret large push-up bra. It has florets and its cut low on the bodice. The cut pushes my breasts upward and together exaggerating their voluptuousness. Because of the cut of the bra, there's a lot of flesh showing. The bra has a lacy finish and it's got florets patterned on the cups, the trim is satiny." "Very good I can almost see it. Green goes nicely with your complexion, I can almost see it on you. What about straps and how does it open -- in the front or the back?"

"The straps are over my shoulders resting on my collar bone."

"Lower them onto your upper arms."

"Right...and the bra snaps open in the front underneath my breasts."

"Would you mind telling me your bra size?"

"Umm .. well if you must know its 40 DD but sometimes even bras that size feel a little tight on me. So maybe 'they've' grown. Does that do anything for you?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact, it does! I've always been a breast man. Just a little fetish of mine, I suppose. Obviously it hasn't taken too much exposure or more than casual observation on my part to notice that your boobs are large and voluptuous, but I never realized or imagined that they were nearly that big . I'd love to have a look at them, do you think you could...?"

"Take my bra off? ... of course, your wish is my command monsieur. The snapping sound of a plastic clip being unfastened crackled over the speaker phone. "There, it's done. That's better I like it when they feel free and unfettered. You likee?"

"Hmm.. tell me about your tits!"

"What do you want to know?"

"Everything! I want to know their size, shape, texture, any differences between the right one and the left one, whether they sag, the size and texture of your aureolae and your nipples, please don't spare me any of the details. Then after you tell me all of that, why don't you touch them and play with them for me and then tell me how you like to have them touched and sucked, what turns you on....?"

"Whew .. this is getting really private. I'm getting hotter, maybe I should drink some water first to cool me off. This conversation is turning me on...a lot!"

"Do you want me to stop being so personal?"

"No..No..NOOO ... Don't stop! Please Don't Stop!!! You can ask me anything that you want about my body. In fact, if you want to know the truth, I would love it if you would come over here right now! I'll leave the front door unlocked for you and when you come in you'll find me lying on my bed with only my panties on. Then you can see my breasts for yourself and see and even touch so much more of me too if you want that. If you'd like me to, I'll take my panties off too. So if you want to cumm over now, I promise to make the trip very worth your while and you won't be disappointed I can assure you of that."

"Thanks for the invitation, but no. I think it's best if we limit this ... whatever this is -- to phone seduction or phone sex...for the time being anyway. There are too many complications involved and emotions, besides, the possible consequences of anything more would be too much for either one of us to handle at this point. We'd regret it. Big time!"

"I suppose you're right, but I really meant what I said and my invitation is still open if you change your mind."

"I know you did. If things were different I'd take you up on your proposition in a minute."

"You are so full of compliments. I'll 'fess' up to being sexually attracted to you too."

"Oh really!! Is that a recent thing?"

"No, not really. Sexual thoughts of you have titillated me on for some time. Only I've repressed those feelings and the thoughts and images associated with them pretty well don't you think. I'll bet that you never suspected that I had the hots for you."

"You're right I hadn't. I was totally clueless."

"Anyway I'm glad to know that your penis has gotten hard because of me. But I wish there were some way that I could take advantage of that situation and that is was possible for me to feel your hardness. I love to have my fingers playing with stiff, hard man things or the feeling of a man's long hard thing planted deep inside the place between my thighs, or filling the inside of my mouth.."

"Uh oh, this is pretty steamy, raunchy stuff! Gary felt his heart palpitating uncontrollably. Listen. Maybe we should stop this teasing right now or change the subject before one of us says or does something we'll live to regret."

"No Gary, I don't want to change the subject!! This is the first time that I've ever had the nerve to own up to my sexual feelings and to share those feelings with the person who evoked them, especially knowing that the same person is sexually aroused by me too. I've never opened up like that even with David. Besides knowing that I provoke sexual excitement in you makes me feel much better about myself. I haven't felt this good in a very long time. I mean, I love David. In fact, I adore him. He is a wonderful husband, a good companion and a great father. I can't imagine not being married to him or ever leaving him, but you know how it is, familiarity breeds boredom. He just doesn't light my fires anymore. I'll bet that if you asked David to be honest and open, that he would tell you pretty much the same thing about me."

"What do you think he'd say?"

"That I don't excite him anymore. That he is indifferent to the prospect of having sex with me. I think that's why I we've both allowed ourselves to become so fat and sloppy. It's also why I used to spend such late hours at the office when I was working and why David spends so much time away from me. I'll tell you something that no one else knows."

"What's that?"

"I have always been much more sexually expressive and needed sex more than David did, and I was and I still am far more adventurous too! Don't get me wrong, David was usually a good lover. But in the last five years or so the frequency of our sex has dwindled to almost nothing and somehow I always suspected that David was having sex with me because he was doing his husbandly duty. That he wanted to please me and that he didn't need very much reciprocation himself."

"Somehow that part of it doesn't surprise me at all."

"I mean I love to fuck, and I really enjoy oral sex, both giving and getting head, and I treasure and indulge myself in all of the playing and playfulness that goes on before and after lovemaking. I haven't had an orgasm from any kind of sexual activity with David in .. let me see .. at least the last nine .. or maybe ten years. I want it. In fact, I want it more now than ever before. But David doesn't. Somehow he just doesn't seem to need it the way that I do. He can take sex or leave it. I couldn't be unfaithful so I've had to resort to other means, more basic one's if you know what I mean to bring me to my climax."

"Wow, that's quite an admission. Okay, I think I understand you better now and I can appreciate and just enjoy the give and take and the sexual energy that's going one right now." As a matter of fact Gary was creaming in his pants, he hadn't anticipated that one telephone conversation could arouse him as much as this one was doing even though Cathy was frequently the subject of some of his most explicit and lewd masturbatory fantasies.

"Would you mind if I pry? What about yours and Nancy's sex life. I mean Nancy has been a doll and she's my best friend and even though I've had lusty thoughts about you for quite a while, I would never do anything that would hurt Nancy. I couldn't live with myself if I did."

Gary was careful not to say anything that might get back to Nancy or that he might later regret saying, but he didn't want to lie either.

"Nancy is a very affectionate lover and she really turns me on physically and emotionally. Unfortunately, we don't have sex frequently enough to suit me. Even though I fantasize about you and I've also fantasized about other women in the past, until this phone conversation I've always been absolutely faithful and loyal to her and I've never had any reason to cheat on her. We're very good in bed together but I wish that she were more adventurous and aggressive in bed. I love women who are sexually aggressive."

"Hmmm.. and tell you what they want."

"The only thing is that our sex is pretty conventional...our experimentation with a variety of sexual positions has been very limited and frankly, Nancy is not responsive to oral sex...I mean to my going down on her. In fact she won't allow me to do that to her any more. And I love eating pussy."

"Um, I love being eaten!"

"I thought that might be the case. Sometimes I have fantasies about you sitting on my face and my chowing down or rather 'up' on you to use a crude expression."

"OOOuuuuhhh...siggghh. You Do? I like that too!"

"Your pussy would probably taste delicious!"

"Oh do you really think so? Tell me more. I'm blushing and you're making me feel even warmer than I was when we first started. What do you think my pussy would taste like?"

"Sweet and juicy like a great big peach or a ripe plum. Those are the images that keep popping up whenever I try to visualize your pussy."

"Huff .... Pant , mmmmmm ... ooohh ... that's soooo nice! Please come over now and I'll let you take a bite out of me and give you a nice generous sample of my pussy to taste."

"You know I can't do that! What's going on?"

"My pussy is getting juicy, just thinking about you eating it."

"I like the feel of pussy juice on my cheeks and on my chin."

"Oooooh... lets change the subject before you drive me out of my mind and I pop my cork, especially since you're not willing to come over and sample my pussy for real!"

"I want to admit something else to you. I love it when a woman is very expressive in bed, especially when she's in heat and in the throes of passion building toward her orgasm Kind of like how Meg Ryan was in the 'Deli Scene" in Harry and Sally only more so. Sex is doubly pleasurable for me when a woman is noisy -- you know -- loudly sighing, screaming, moaning and using crude, descriptive language that leaves no doubt about what she's feeling and what she wants you to do to her.. . I really get off on that sort of thing. I love to feel my lover's finger nails clawing at my back and her legs thrashing or kicking wildly or the feeling of my hips or cheeks being crushed by her powerful thighs squeezing them."

"Oh....Is Nancy like that?"

"No, I'm afraid not... not really ...I wish she were.. too bad. Are you?"

"Well I can be...I used to be years ago. But David hasn't made love to me in a way that would make me respond in the manner you described in years. When we were first married he used to go down on me, sometimes. When he did that I'd go crazy in just the way you're describing. As I said, I love being eaten.. but that's ancient history. David has lost all interest in oral sex if he ever had much. Except, of course if I tell him that I want to suck him off...but you know he doesn't even want that very much any more and somehow sucking his cock doesn't appeal to me that much any more either. Do you like having your cock sucked?"

"I can't think of anything that brings me more pleasurable feelings than getting a good blow job. In a word, I love it. Especially when the person doing it really knows what they are doing and enjoys doing it. I mean I love it when someone knows how to knock my socks off with a blow job."

"I give great head. It's something that I really enjoy doing. I'm licking my lips. I'd love to deep throat your cock."

"UHHH ohh, speaking of my cock. It's standing at attention again. Describe how you'd suck my cock!"

"Sure why not. I picture you in a pair of tight jeans and barechested sitting on a sofa. I'm in sitting next to you wearing just a bra and panties. I'd put a pillow on the floor and get down onto my knees facing you. I would take off my bra and rub my tits up along the rough fabric of your bluejeans. I'd begin to lick the fabric on your jeans right around the crotch and make it nice and wet while enclosing your little bulge in my hot mouth. Then, I'd unbutton your fly and put my mouth on your crotch, you know so that there would be prominent mouth shaped lipstick marks staining your shorts. I bet you'd keep them as a souvenir or a trophy to commemorate my blowing you. I would want to make your dick hard and feeling very uncomfortable that way. I would love to see your inflating cock straining at and trying to rip through the fabric of your underwear. Next, I'd start talking dirty to you."

"Talk dirty to me!"

"You sure like giving me orders."

"No I don't. In fact just the opposite is true."

Cathy's tone of voice changed instantaneously, as if her ears perked up to something that piqued her curiosity. "Oh really! Tell me more about that!"

"Well that's the subject of another 'conversation' altogether. Maybe we can make that the subject of our next phone call if you like .. that is if we ever have another telephone conversation like this."

"Oh, I want to do this with you again and you can bet that we will. And you can also bet that a full discussion of the remark you made will be the first item on my agenda."

"Sound's like fun. I'm looking forward to it already .. now where were we? Oh yeah, talk dirty to me!"

"Then I would open up your fly and take your big delicious cock in my mouth. I want to caress and suck your balls...one at a time. I would take off my bra and ease your cock into my cleavage and begin stroking you. I'd open my mouth and draw your cock into my mouth just like sucking on a straw, a thick straw... I want to look up at your face and without my saying a single word plead with you to ram your big cock between my lips and fuck my mouth. I would want to know if I'm bringing you pleasure. Please let me experience what it feels like to have your cock become hard inside my mouth. I want to feel my lips distending, being pulled apart, and my cheeks inflating as you feed me all of your huge sex machine. Fill my mouth with you ..I want to gag on your big salami dick feeling your big hard rod slamming against my throat...and your balls battering against my full yielding lips. Slurrrp. That's the sound of my tongue flickering on the big meaty head. I'll bet you'd really go nuts if I was to scrape the edges of my teeth along the meaty surface of your big mushroom shaped cockhead and if I playfully nibble on the opening of your pisshole. All the while I'd squeeze your big snake in my hand, harder and harder and faster. Finally you can't take anymore, your stomach tenses and your ball sac tightens and you shoot your hot cum bullets into my mouth filling it to overflowing ... I love the taste of your jizz and swallow every....."

"Stop, I can't stand it anymore.... Oooohh. That's sooo nice."

"How am I doing? Are you playing with yourself?"

"You're doing great and no I'm not playing with myself. Not yet any way, but I am seriously thinking about it."

"Well I am playing with myself ..so you can feel free to start whacking off any time you want to."

"Where did you ever learn to talk raunchy like that .. and more to the point where did you ever learn to suck a cock like that? David is sure a lucky guy."

"Oh, I've never sucked David quite that way, in fact I've never blown anybody that way .. but I'd gladly and eagerly suck your cock that way. Really I would! I would love the feel of a hard cock filling my mouth. Believe it or not I would want you to cum inside my mouth and I promise that I would swallow everything you deposit there. You already know that I read a lot. But I bet that you didn't know that I like reading erotic stories. I even have a secret diary of stories and sex fantasies that I've written myself locked in protected files on my computer. Sometimes when I know that David or Monica aren't going to be around for a while I'll go to the video store and rent a XXX hard-core porno film and watch it. I can watch it and even take it back to the store before they return. I enjoy porn films, do you?"




Talk Dirty To Me



"I picked up on that once in an exchange of remarks between David and you. Yes, I like porn too but Nancy doesn't."

"Oh David is a such a fuddy-duddy prude. He'd never watch porn himself or even allow me to watch it in the house if he knew about it."

"Maybe we could watch a porn film together sometime."

"You never can tell.. it depends on what else we'd be doing. What's that sound?"

"I'm just taking you up on your offer and starting to jack off.".

"I would love listening to you do that. I want to hear what you sound like when you cum, would you let me do that?"

"Sure, but I'd like your help."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Well first if you have a vibrator or even if you don't, you can keep on playing with yourself too. I promise you that I won't come until you are just about ready to come yourself. We'll be having sex over the phone in a manner of speaking. And I would love it if you would share one of your sex fantasies with me."

"What about your fantasies?"

"Well, you already said that you wanted me to tell you about some of them the next time we talked."

"Oh. Now I'm beginning to get an idea about what some of your fantasies are. I'm even more intrigued and turned on by them. Okay. It's a deal. But you have to promise me that you won't leave anything out the next time we talk like this and before we hang-up I want to know when we will be talking again."

"I promise I won't leave anything out .. and by the way the fact that you are turned on with just the barest clue about what my fantasies are, turns me on even more. Maybe we can even fantasize together sometime soon. A little role playing if you know what I mean."

"Hmmm, I catch your drift and yeah I think I could get into that with you, especially when I know a little more about your fantasies. It sounds like that would be fun. What do you want to know about my sex fantasies?"

"Tell me about the wildest sex fantasy you've ever had. Please don't leave anything out. I like details and dirty talk."

Gary heard the faint buzz of what he assumed must be Cathy's vibrator in the background.

"Okay, are you playing yourself yet?"

"Yes. And it feels sooo good. Knowing that you're there listening to me do it excites me and just hearing your voice arouses me even more."

"That's great. It's nice to know that I'm such a turn-on for you. Anyway here goes. Hmmm...ohh, ahh. OK. I want you to try to imagine that I'm all alone standing stark naked in a nearly empty room and that my body is in the same trim and buff shape that it was fifteen years ago. I've been summoned to this place by a mysterious letter and given instructions to strip when I got here. Imagine that this large empty room has wooden floors and very large opaque windows. Sunlight bathes the room but it is impossible for anyone outside to see in and for anyone inside to see out. Besides that the room is on the second story of a two story building and all of the surrounding buildings are deserted. The building seems to be some kind of abandoned warehouse or an old factory. The only furniture anywhere is a bathtub that is located exactly in the center of the room. It's an old fashioned bathtub, the kind with feet that stands alone...and it's a king sized one ... very, very roomy. Ahhh.. Suddenly, without any warning, a mysterious group of about twenty men walks into the room. They are all muscular, very handsome men. Most of them appear to be very young men in their early twenties. They are all wearing black masks like the one that the Lone Ranger used to wear, so that I can't identify them. They surround and tower over me. I'm a little frightened, and anxious not knowing what they want to do to me, but I'm also very aroused being surrounded by such hunks."

"Six of the men pick me up and carry me to the bathtub. Although I'm naked and totally vulnerable, they are very careful in the way they handle me. They avoid touching my breasts or my genitals. I'm standing at the side of the bathtub. I'm waiting for something .. anything to happen. Then, one of the mysterious men, who seems to be older than the others and appears to be their leader points to the bathtub and signals me to get into it. Not a word has been spoken. The silence is eerie. The men form a ring and surround the bathtub. They are bunched around it so tight, that there is almost no space between them and certainly no avenue for my escape. OOOOOhhhhhh ... sigh ... puff"

Increasingly, Cathy's words were punctuated by her heavy breathing

"All of the men are dressed exactly the same way. They are wearing tight leather pants and rip away white shirts. Even though they are fully clothed I can see that they are all beautiful physical specimens and endowed with very large penises. A minute later my observation is confirmed as each of the men strips off his clothing and stands at attention. Ahhhhhh. They move around the bathtub making certain that I have ample opportunity to view each of them naked. Although their penises are flaccid, its obvious that their size is extraordinary."

"Groan...sign...moan. Oh yeah... more"

"Then on a signal from their leader, each man begins stroking his penis until he has obtained an erection. Then one man gets into the bathtub and stands directly in front of and over me. He begins masturbating vigorously. Pant ... Pant ... puff .. I watch in awe and I'm able to observe as his body begins to perspire. I have a close up view of the physiological changes occurring as he becomes more and more sexually aroused. I watch his muscles tighten and his scrotum tense up as his orgasm becomes inevitable and imminent. At the very moment of his ejaculation he rips off his mask, it doesn't matter much though because his jism spurts onto my face and that temporarily blinds me. The man continues to cum for what seems an eternity in gush after slow motion gush of milky colored liquid. It feels warm and sticky as it hits my face and begins to trickle down my neck and onto my breasts."

"Uh....uhh... this is getting me hot and very, very bothered...I think I need to come up for a breath of air."

"I can hear that...sigh uuh oh....me too. But I don't want you to stop now. Keep on jerking off! I don't want you to come yet either, you do understand me. Don't you?"

"Yes, yes of course...snnugh...oww, ooh."

"Aghhhh .. Ohh .. Good. Anyway, when my vision returns and I look up again, I'm able to see that the first man has left and a second man has taken the first one's place and he is now standing in front of me. ... whew I need some air ... Like his friend he begins masturbating and after a few minutes he comes and just like the first guy, he ejaculates on me. He sprays his cum all over me. He is indiscriminate in his aim..some of his cum juice lands on my face, some on my breasts .. and some even falls on my belly."

"Uuuuugh..ooooh, this is really making me hot! I'm....ooh, not sure...ooooh..how much longer I can hold myself back from ...uuumph...ooh ...cummming."

Cathy's breathing was becoming more pronounced, even labored and interspersed with mewling, grunting and low moaning sounds. "Each of the remaining mysterious men in sequence, repeats the same act. Each one of them unmasking as he ejaculates...until the leader... he is the last one to get into the tub with me begins to masturbate...as he nears his orgasm, he gestures for to me to open my mouth. Just as I do so .. he begins to ejaculate, aiming his stream of hot sticky cock milk directly into my wide open and awaiting mouth... He unmasks so I can look at him. He is You. You are smiling, its a kind of a wicked grin. You come and come and come and come you are completely spent then like the others you leave the bathtub and return to the circle. The salty musky taste of your semen fills my mouth, and I begin drooling small amounts of a cum juice and saliva cocktail before swallowing the rest of it."

It was very obvious that Gary and Cathy were nearing their respective orgasms, Gary was approaching the point of no return and Cathy was having difficulty speaking between her pants and moans. She began garbling her words. "The men carry a large mirror and place it in front of ... puff ... m .. ee .. huff. As I look ... aaiii.. ooohh. I can see that I 'm dreenched and co..uu..vered from head t.t.t.to toe with layer upon layer of cc cum juices, it is sticky and drying but it feels wonderful and I'm smiling because of all the atten .. atten shin that.....oooh, ahh I'm close t..tooo .. cu..umm.ing...ahhhh. oooooo .. it'll be just another minute orrr minute or two, can you wait that long for me?"

"Umm, pant .. puff...pant... puff ... ahh.. it may be difficult but I'll try to hold back for as long as I can,"

"But these mysterious attractive men aren't through with me yet ...The leader, aeeh, yi yi you tell me that they've been jacking off for weeks anticipating thisssss ev..ent ...saving all of their cuuum for meeee...one by one each man reappears.....holding a jar filled with his collected cum juice...they keep pouring it...hussssh...sigh oooooh.. ver.. me. until my bo.. pant..dy is ..pant, pant..yi..ooh..is drenched ugh..ooooo.. and cuv -erred with cummmmm. I'm....ahhh....sitting in a bathtub filled alm..ost eeehh.. to the brim.. wiiii...cuhum soup .Themmen... uuugh.. moan.. start lea..vi...oooohh.. agh .. the r....mm. As each one of the ggguys leaves the room, he passes in front of me...he wipes any stic ..hick ..y oooh stuff still on his penis onto my face and then forces me to kiss and su..uu.c.kkk the head of his c...k...... ohh eat me ... eatM .... God I want you to eat meeeeee ...miiii puss.... Please Gary... please ...ea... Ayyyyyy...I'III'm cummmmi...cummmmm...oooh god..oooooh yes, fuuckk me...Fuckme...FUKME HARD Gary!....ooohmigoood... screech ... moan ... F..u..c..k ME Yes, ohmigoddd... it feels Sooo Good ... aiiiyyy... oooooooohh.yes..yES.YES...YES. ohhGAWD... OH YESS YESSSSSSYESS YESSS..yESSSSSSSS............. oooooh YESSSSSSSSSssssssssssssssssssss .............. aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh." (Silence)

"Oooohhhhhhh miiii... god...grunt, grunt....sigh sigh sigh..I'm cumming too and my cuuum... It's spurting all...over me and aall over everything else. I'll have to clean it up before Nancy gets home"

"UHHHH....uhhhh. thatsss good. That's breath..what...pant...I hoped would happen."

It took a few minutes for the passionate throes of their climaxes to subside. Finally each of them had recovered some of their wind and collected their thoughts enough to be able to resume a conversation. Cathy was the first one to speak. "Whew. I'm still catching my breath. Whew ... puff .. puff. Well what did you think of my fantasy? Was it raunchy enough for you?"

"I'll say it was. You are one very hot and kinky lady."

"Thank you. It was a very real fantasy and vivid, and its one that I've had many, many. times before ... I'd love to arouse a man, then watch him masturbate and have him cum all over my face and boobs. I've often wondered what it would feel like to be bathing in a tub filled with male love creme."

"I've had almost the same fantasy ... only the other way of course!"

"And you were really the person doing that to me in my fantasies."

"YOU TOO!!!"

"I can't believe it, we both have the mirror image of the same fantasy .... That's extraordinary. Almost surreal and metaphysical. What do you think it means?"

"I don't know. Who cares? And what the hell does it matter, anyway? All I know is that I get off on it every time. I really can't believe that we did this. That was the best sex I've had in years and my best orgasm ever."

"It was great for me too!"

"Do you feel guilty about it?"

"Do you?"

"Nawwwh."

"Nah.."

" You've made me feel like a real woman again. I want you to cum over here so that I can kiss you passionately all over your body...everywhere...you nipples, your cock, even your asshole...Everywhere, but unfortunately I guess that won't happen today."

"Thanks, its nice to know that there is a woman out there that has wild sexual fantasies that are like my own."

"Promise me that we'll do this again!"

"I promise that we will."

"I'm holding you to it. Give my love to Nancy and Jamie."

"And mine to David and Monica. We'll probably see you guys sometime later this week."

"Probably so... unfortunately it won't be just the two of us alone and it definitely won't be the way that I really want to see you."

"And How is that?"

"Lying naked on a bed sporting a big, throbbing hard-on that's waiting impatiently to be shoved into my warm, wet, twat."

"Wow!!"

"And you know that what I want is for you to fuck me so intensely and so deep that I can feel your balls pressing against my pussy lips, trying to get in to my warm juicy hole. And I want to taste the head of your cock clogging up my throat, as it tries to exit my body through my mouth. Oh well. I've got to get off the phone now after getting off with you. I'm exhausted, but I'm also feeling absolutely tingly from head to toe. Let's do this again next Saturday at 1:00 o'clock, I can get David to run a long errand and I'll send Monica somewhere too so that we can talk for hours without being disturbed or overheard."

"I'll do the same. Nancy will probably have finished her usual routines by then and be off somewhere, doing something. Jamie just needs an excuse and some friend to visit. But just to be safe, lets make it at 2:00 o'clock."

"I'm looking forward to it. I loved having phone sex with you and I really hope that we can do it again next Saturday. She laughed again in her unique and distinctive way. Luv ya.. Bye Bye." Click

The image conjured up by Cathy's parting comments and her description of the way she said that she wanted to him to fuck her stayed with Gary for a long time afterward. Obviously, her intent was to titillate Gary and to make his rod get hard again. It worked. What a prick tease she was!

I'd like to have the reader's response to this story. Did you like it? How about my other stories: "Darlene's Story (parts I-III)"; "My Special Birthday Present" and " A Different Kind of Therapy"? I need your feedback to make future stories better. Please write to me at iwritesex4u@literotica.org with your comments. Thanks and enjoy.




Talk Dirty To Me



Come closer. I won’t bite. That’s it. Closer. I want tell you what I want. Do you want to know? 

I want to watch you stroke yourself…see how you do it. I want to hear you describe what you are doing it… how it’s making you feel. Tell me when you’re going to cum. Show me, tell me. I want to see your face. I want to see how your cock swells in your hands. I want to see how excited you get when you bring yourself off. 

I want to hear it all. I want you to talk dirty to me. 

I want you to tell me how it feels when I suck on your cock. How it feels when I deep throat you. I want to hear how hot it makes you. Do you want it slower? Do you want it faster? Do you want it deeper? Tell me, talk dirty to me. 

I want to hear it all. Tell me, do you like it when I do this? Do you like it when I flicker my tongue across your cock slit? I want you to tell me how do you feel when you are deep in my throat? Can you feel my throat pulsing against your cock? I want you to tell me all the dirty details. 

I want to tell you how I’m going to make you feel. I’ll show you how hot it makes me to swallow your cock all the way down. How you taste in my mouth. 

I want to slip my tongue into that tight bumhole. Slip my tongue in and out. I want to fuck you in the ass the way you fuck mine. I want you to feel that pain that hurts so good. I want to know where that edge is for you. 

Tell me do you like my finger in your ass. I want you to tell me do you like it. I want to slip another in. And another. And another. I want you to tell me how far can I go, how far can I take you? 

Tell me, how do you like it when i nip your cock ever so gently with my teeth? Along your shaft? On your balls? Do you want me suck your balls? Lick them? Tell me, do you like it when I suck your balls into my mouth, one by one. I want to hear. 

Tell me the things you want me to do to you with my mouth, my tongue, fingers. 

I want to straddle myself your lap, playing with my own sex. I want you to be playing with yourself between my legs. I want to watch you watching me while I watch you. 

I want to watch you stroke yourself. Tell me how you like to be touched, stroked. Tell me what turns you on. I want you to tell me what you like. 

I want you to whisper those naughty things you’re going to do in my ear. 

I want to you to tell me how you’re going to fuck me. Tell me how hard. Tell me how you’re going to drill my pussy in half. I want you to tell me how you’re going to fuck my ass. Tell me how you’re going to fuck me. Tell me how you’re going to make me cum. 

Touch me here. That’s it. Nice and slow. Roll my nipples between your fingers. Roll them hard. I like it rough. I like it hard. I want to feel that erotic pain. 

That’s it. Lower. Right there. Tell me can you see how wet I am? That feels so good. Faster, don’t stop, harder. That’s it. Fuck, it feels so good. Can you feel my clit pulse when I cum? 

Suck it. Lick it. Now kiss me. I want to taste me on your lips, in your mouth. Tell me, are my juices as sweet as yours?

I want to see our reflections in the mirror. Watch us fuck each other. I want you to tell me how hot it makes you to watch you fucking me? 

I want to hear it all. I want you to tell me. 

Tell me what do you want to do? What turns you on, what do you dream about? Tell me how hard you get thinking those thoughts. I want to hear it all. I want you to talk dirty to me. Tell me the dirty things you want done to you, the dirty things you want to do. 

Whisper them into my ear. I’m listening.



Talk Dirty to Me



Let me start by saying I have no degrees in the following subject and no professional insight. I am merely using observation and personal experience for my reference and therefore it is just my opinion. 

It's true that many couples enjoy using dirty talk to spice up their sex life. Also true is the fact that many people would like to include erotolalia or the use of dirty words in their sex life but are afraid of overstepping boundaries or offending their partner. It is anybody's guess how many people would desire to perform this practice and yet at the same time, do not know that their partner wishes the same.

In what may seem irregular or against the norm is there may well be more women who enjoy erotolalia than men. This could stem from the fact that women at one time would be considered crude to use vulgar language. This fact may make dirty talk naughty or erotic if you will and thus just that much more exciting to the female.

The biggest problem for those who wish to bring erotolalia into relationship is the worry of acceptance by the other party. My suggestion is to introduce dirty talk slowly and to watch for signs from your partner as to whether they like it or not. If a woman was to, let's say, scream out suddenly,

"Fuck me with your big cock,"

It might not only surprise him but shock him as well. As we all know, the fragile male ego may lose concentration when surprised and often erections as well. However if the partner was to whisper in his ear, something such as,

"Ah yes, just like that I love the way you fuck me."

You might see his eyes open and you might hear him moan softly, which is always a good sign that your partner likes what he is hearing. If the signs point to him enjoying what you're doing keep going. If at this time he answers, you in kind make sure to show him you like what you're hearing.

After this first time and you two are lying there post-coital, be sure and let your partner know how much it excited you to talk dirty to him. If he returned your dirty talk with some of his own, let him know that excited you as well. If he didn't, tell him you wished he had and that you fantasized about it as you two had sex.

If it is the male trying to initializing the dirty talk into the relationship he will need to use more discretion and may need to take more time and patience. If the male starts with more romance and less vulgarity, it will be easier to judge how receptive she will be. You might begin with how romantic it is to kiss her breasts or how erotic it is just to be close to her. If you judge that she likes what you are doing increase the dirty talk slowly at first. The thing you want to avoid is going over the top, if you shock her or if she feels you are insulting her she may stop you right there and anytime in the near future. If this doesn't happen and after you're finished, be sure to discuss it with your partner to see what her reaction was. Even if it was something, she didn't particularly enjoy if she sees how much you liked it she may slowly come on board with it.

If I may just insert a side note here, I know I'm portraying here that women are the gentle flower, or the weaker sex per say. It is just I was raised in a different generation where women were taught not to swear and the men were taught not to swear in front of ladies. I know that many of today's ladies are not like that at all, and believe me that makes me happy but I'm talking of mainly personal experiences here. I have found it was the women that were raised this old-fashioned way that the practice of erotolalia titillated the most.

It is after both are comfortable with talking dirty and it has become a normal part of their lovemaking that true problems occur. After a word or action is introduced once, it immediately starts to lose it shock value and thus its sexuality. You can only say, fuck, cock, or cunt so many times until they are nothing more than a word or action. It is when you are looking for new terms that you start to dwell in those secret fantasizes you've been hiding from your partner.

If while in the throes of passion you blurt out that you want to have a threesome with her sister and this turns her on, well you're a lucky man. You've not only added role-play into your sex life, you have used a secret fantasy that now you both can use. However if your partner thinks this is the most disgusting thing she's ever heard of you are in big trouble. This is the Genie's bottle or Pandora's Box for once opened it cannot be put back. Your statement no matter what it was will forever hang there above your head. 

Just as in dirty talk, role-play needs to be introduced gently into your lovemaking. Instead of saying,

"I want to tie you up and smack your ass,"

Hold her hands above her head and say,

"You're my captive and I can please you as I wish."

If you see this turns her on go forward with your game. If you get no reaction, she may have ambivalent thoughts about this, so go slow, but carry on. If this particular game doesn't appeal to her back off, and maybe try something new.

Another tact, is to ask your partner just what turns them on and then to follow through with that but just don't push too hard. They may not wish to include you into their fantasizes and that is their right. If you push too hard, they may just make up something to appease you and suddenly you are both playing a role that neither is interested in doing. 

Even with all the pitfalls and intrigue, role-play and dirty talk is a great way to spice up your love life. Just remember to take it slow, discuss your progress, and be ready to back off when you've gone too far. If you find that your partner is not interested in erotolalia, don't dwell on it. You should never let a small part of your lovemaking spoil an other wise good relationship. 



Talk Dirty to Me



"All right, all right, I'm here already. Jesus, Miss Lane, don't get your fucking panties in a twist."

Melissa Lane had never been spoken to like that by anyone in one of her classes. In fact, Melissa Lane had never been spoken to like that by anyone in her life. One look into her stern green eyes behind glasses that only magnified their intensity, one glance at the auburn hair pulled back into a bun so tight you could deflect bullets with it and the conservative dress that really only a teacher, a librarian or a nun could get away with, and even the casual observer knew that to Melissa Lane, profanity was something that happened to other people.

"Tia Fernandez!" she said, her mouth a thin line. "Might I remind you that we have come to this class...five minutes late, in your case...to study the finest and most glorious compositions of the English language, not the vulgarities you may have picked up from a sailor on leave. Shakespeare, Milton, Donne--"

The pretty Hispanic girl shrugged as she dumped her bag next to her desk. "I don't give a fuck about Shakespeare, and nobody else in this room does either." The other students feigned studied nonchalance. They were quite content to watch this sudden and spectacular bit of in-class entertainment (which they would be repeating and embellishing over the next few days to anyone who would listen), but all of them knew better than to get involved. Melissa Lane held her class in an iron grip, despite having barely a decade on some of her oldest students. One boy had accidentally let a 'damn' slip when he'd forgotten his paper at home, and had wound up copying 'Shall I Compare Thee To a Summer's Day' three hundred times. They couldn't even imagine what the teacher was going to do to Tia.

"Ah, yes," Melissa said with cutting sarcasm. "I've heard this particular argument expressed before, albeit with more wit and fewer inane profanities. I suppose you feel that you don't need to learn about literature?"

"Nope," Tia said, settling into her seat and glaring defiantly at Melissa. "I turned eighteen three months ago, and I'm already pulling down more dough in a night of doing phone sex than you make in a fucking week."

"Well, that certainly explains where you've picked up that foul mouth of yours," Melissa said. "It sounds like you've got a fulfilling career ahead of you. I don't see why you're even bothering to keep our humble company." By this point, Melissa's sarcasm had moved past 'cutting' and was well into 'hacking', 'shredding', and 'mutilating'.

"Because my fucking dad fucking countersigned me, that's why!" Melissa suddenly understood. Some genius on the school board, concerned with rising drop-out rates, had pushed through a new policy recently whereby even students of majority age could be blocked from dropping out if their parents registered their dissent. It was probably unconstitutional, and definitely pointless. Few of the parents of drop-out students cared enough to sign the forms, and those who did simply became parents of truants instead of drop-outs.

"I see," Melissa said. "So you thought that you'd just come in here, throw a temper tantrum like a two year-old in front of the most intimidating teacher you could think of, and I'd expel you, thus doing all your dirty work for you?"

"Exactly, except two year-olds don't say 'fuck' so much," Melissa said. "Dad doesn't really fucking care if I stay in school anyway. He's just in the middle of divorcing Mom, and he thinks that if she shows the judge this bullshit form and tells the court that Mom said it was okay if I did phone sex, suddenly he'll look like Mister Good Parent and he'll get a better settlement. Well, fuck that. If he wants to get all Machiavellian with Mom, I can play that fucking game too. I figure they'll send me to the school guidance counselor before they bounce me, and I can let some shit slip about Daddy that'll fuck him over good."

That was the worst part about Tia, Melissa thought. In the middle of that frankly obscene tirade, she'd casually used the word 'Machiavellian' in a sentence. She had a first-rate mind when she cared to use it, but she'd decided to forgo school and the opportunities education brought, and for what? Talking dirty to some stranger? Obviously, her mother was to blame for all this...but it wasn't Melissa's job to judge. It was Melissa's job to keep order in her classroom.

"Well," she said, letting the word hang in the air for a long moment. The students looked back and forth between the two women like spectators in a tennis match. "Thank you for explaining the situation to me, although I'd prefer it if you reined in the potty mouth. I'll take the situation under advisement. Now then, class, if you could please turn to page 492 in your books, we'll take up our study of 'Hamlet' again."

"What?" shouted Tia. "Aren't you going to kick me out of your fucking class?"

"Language, Tia! And no. It seems to be what you want, and I certainly wouldn't be punishing you if I did exactly what you wanted me to do, now would I?" Melissa smiled coldly. "No, you can sit right there with the rest of us. If you choose to try to disrupt the lesson further, that's certainly unfortunate for your fellow students, but I have no intention of forcing you out of this classroom. In fact, I'd like to see you after class. I have a free period after we're done here."

Sure enough, Melissa's plan worked perfectly. At first, Tia had attempted to disrupt the lesson--she'd grumbled "Bullshit!" loudly during Melissa's analysis of 'To be or not to be', and said that Polonius sounded like an "asshole"--but Melissa simply froze her out, and her estimations of the typical teenage girl's attention span proved to be quite accurate. After fifteen minutes or so, Tia lapsed into a sullen silence, glaring at Melissa but saying nothing.

When the bell rang, the other students filed out, looking at Melissa with a touch of quiet awe. Tia just sat in her chair as Melissa went over and closed the door (after first making sure that none of her students had lingered near the classroom to overhear.)

"Tia," she said, taking a seat at her desk, "come over here for a moment."

Tia flounced over to the chair opposite Melissa's and sat down sullenly, idly playing with her jewelry.

"Now, I know I'm not generally the sort of person that students open up to," Melissa said. "But I do understand that you're going through a very hard period in your life. It sounds like things are quite difficult for you at home." Tia didn't respond; she just kept twiddling her pendant absently between her fingers, seemingly more interested in the way the light played off the facets than in Melissa's words. But Melissa could tell she was listening. "But abandoning your education, Tia, that's no answer. And for what? A career in speaking to perverts?"

Tia shrugged. "It's just words. Mom says words don't have any power unless you give them power. So some dweeb calls me up and wants me to dominate him, make him jerk off and sniff my panties and shit. He gets off on being told what to do, and I get off on ordering him around. Way I see it, I'm the one with the power there." She looked slyly at Melissa, continuing to fiddle with the pendant. "It's the same with those other words, too, you know. The ones that piss you off. Fuck, shit, bitch, piss. They only have power because you let them."

Melissa frowned. "That may be, but using them in front of me is a sign of disrespect, and I--" She broke off. "Could you please stop doing that? It's most annoying."

"Doing what?" Tia said innocently, continuing to play with her pendant.

"Fiddling with that thing," Melissa said. "You keep--" She broke off as a flash of light reflected into her eyes. "You keep getting light in my eyes. It's very distracting."

"I'll bet," Tia said, showing absolutely no signs of stopping. "It probably makes it very hard to think."

"Well, I wouldn't--" Another flash of light stabbed into her brain. "Could you please stop that?"

"Well..." Tia pretended to consider, but she kept flicking the pendant over her fingers as she did so in a way that sent rhythmic flashes straight at Melissa. "No, doesn't sound like it's worth it to me."

Melissa winced and tried to shift so the light wouldn't hit her, but Tia kept angling the pendant so that those flashes of distracting light flickered into her eyes. "I'm warning you," she started.

"Warning me of what? I'm only really sticking around right now because I want to give you a piece of my fucking mind. You can't punish me, I'll just ignore it. Unless you want to kick my ass, which would get you fired and wouldn't do shit to me in the long run." The vulgarisms irritated Melissa further, but the flickering reflections from the pendant were far more obnoxious by now. She found herself blinking every time the light passed over her eyes. "You can't expel me, because that's what I want. You wanna go talk to the fucking school board? They'll just expel me too. You wanna call my fucking dad? He'll just say he wants to keep me in school, and then you're back at square fucking one. You wanna talk to my mom? She'll just tell you to mind your own fucking business and stop sticking your nose in her daughter's life."

"I--" The refracted light jabbed into her eyes again, breaking off Melissa's train of thought before it even started. She didn't even know what to begin complaining about--Tia's constant profanities, her obnoxious behavior, or her lack of respect for authority. Melissa had never felt so helpless dealing with a student. She didn't know how or when she'd lost control of the situation, but she had to admit that she had no idea what to do next.

"So you see, Miss Lane, you have no power here at all." The flashes came faster and faster now, and Melissa felt like her eyes were shut more often than they were open. "I can say anything I want, can do anything I want, and you can't say shit about it." Melissa wanted to deny it, to demand respect from the younger girl, but confusion kept her mouth shut. It was so hard to think... "So I have all the power here. And if I have power, and you don't, then that means I have power over you, right?"

"I..." Melissa could barely keep her eyes open now. The light was flashing into her eyes almost constantly, and she was so confused, and she didn't want to answer 'yes', but she couldn't figure out what else to say...

"Right, Miss Lane?"

"yes..." Melissa felt the word just slip out of her mouth. Tia had angled the pendant so the light shone directly into her eyes now, a steady beam of light that caught her and held her and forced her eyes to close and stay closed.

"Good girl," Tia said. "Now, bitch, let's have that fucking chat."

Melissa listened carefully as Tia explained things to her. Most of the time, she just needed to sit there and take in every word Tia said. Sometimes, she heard herself moan or whimper a denial as Tia explained a particularly complex truth, but Tia just kept pressing on with her explanations until Melissa understood completely.

Every once in a while, Tia would ask Melissa a question, and she found herself answering, even though she couldn't quite remember what the question had been. Some of the answers had involved very personal details about herself, but she knew that she could trust Tia with her secrets. In fact, she knew that she could trust Tia enough to forget this entire conversation until Tia told her it was alright to remember. She sighed dreamily, her docile brain absorbing every word like a sponge until Tia snapped her fingers.

Melissa blinked her eyes several times, clearing away the cobwebs from her mind. She looked over at Tia, who was smiling smugly at her. "I, um," she said, looking up at the clock and trying to figure out exactly how fifty minutes had passed so quickly, "I'm glad you felt like you could open up to me like this." She couldn't remember off the top of her head exactly what Tia had opened up to her about, but she didn't want to say that. Teenagers could be so sensitive, and Tia was particularly vulnerable right now.

"Oh, it was really helpful, Miss Lane," Tia said. "I feel much better now. Thanks for the help!" She picked up her bag and left the room, opening the door so that Melissa's waiting third-period English students could file in.

With one last puzzled glance at the departing girl, Melissa reached for her book. Another tense situation defused, and another (hopefully calmer) class about to begin. She looked up at the students as they got to their desks.

"Are we ready, class?" she said brightly. "Then let's begin."

*****

"...and then," Principal Harrison said in a tone of voice that wavered between shocked, angry, stunned and dismayed, "you apparently explained to your class that Lady Macbeth was a, quote, 'power-hungry bitch', unquote, and that quote, 'that fucker Macbeth stabbed his best friend', unquote."

Melissa gritted her teeth. Bad enough to be called on the carpet in front of Mr. Harrison for the first time in her teaching career, but... "Could you paraphrase this shit, Mr. Harrison?" she asked politely. "I'd prefer not to have to hear the fucking profanity."

Principal Harrison gaped at her. "Forget about hearing it," he said angrily, "I'd like you to explain it!"

"There's nothing to explain," Melissa said, trying to keep calm. She knew exactly what must have happened. The students who complained were probably friends of that girl Tia Fernandez. After she'd thrown her tantrum in Melissa's class in first period, she must have come up with the idea of putting some of Melissa's other students up to filing false complaints about her.

"The students who complained to you were probably friends of that bitch Tia Fernandez," she said. "She threw a shit-fit in my class in first period, and clearly her idea of revenge was putting some of my other fucking students up to filing bullshit complaints about me."

"We received fifteen complaints! They can't all have been lying!" Principal Harrison said. "I'm already getting calls from parents about this!"

Melissa felt hot and flushed with anger at the unjustified accusations, but her tone only grew icier and more precise. "Mr. Harrison, I have taught in this fucking school for six years now. I think you know me well enough to know that I would never say that kind of shit."

Principal Harrison stared at her like she'd grown antlers. "Melissa," he said, "I don't know what the hell is going on here, but it's got to stop, and it's got to stop now. You're tenured, but that's only going to go so far when the parents start coming down on me."

Melissa glared at him. "Could you watch the use of the fucking H-word?" she said coldly. "I had to hear enough of that bullshit from Tia Fernandez this morning, I am not in the fucking mood to hear it from you too."

For a moment, Principal Harrison seemed at a loss for words. "Melissa," he said slowly, "are you...feeling alright?"

Melissa rubbed at her temples. "No, I'm not. I really feel like...like I'm losing my shit, Bill." She couldn't even describe it. She felt hot and itchy under her clothing, and her skin was red and flushed. She was actually trembling. It wasn't just anger, she knew, but she wasn't sure what was wrong with her. Probably adrenalin comedown from her confrontation with Tia and their subsequent talk. "Tia Fernandez really did a fucking number on me. I really thought I'd calmed her down, but...I guess the bitch just has some serious fucking issues."

Principal Harrison looked sympathetic now. She must have gotten through to him. "Alright," he said. "Here's what we're going to do. I want you to go ahead and take the rest of the day off--Miss Arundsen can handle your classes. I'm going to explain to the parents who are calling that you had a bit of a panic attack, set off by an incident with one of the students in first period. It sounds like that's pretty much the truth anyway. Then I'll observe you personally in class tomorrow and we'll see how things go--if there are any problems, we can put you on administrative leave for a few days, you can see a psychiatrist at district expense, and hopefully that will help you get your head together and we can put all this behind us. Does that sound good to you?"

Melissa nodded, still feeling more than a little discombobulated. "It sounds fine, asshole," she said in relieved tones.

Principal Harrison decided not to reply.

*****

When Melissa got out of the school building, she knew just where she was going. Something was decidedly odd about the way Principal Harrison and the other teachers had responded to her, and while Melissa didn't know what it was, she did have the intellect to figure out that it all started after Tia Fernandez had thrown her little tantrum in class. Melissa's meeting with the principal had taken so long that Tia would probably be home by now. Melissa decided to go have a talk with her.

It was a fifteen minute drive from school to Tia's house. Melissa had only made it half-way before she saw flashing lights in her rear-view mirror. She knew exactly what they were about, too; she still felt quite unsettled over the whole mess, and despite telling Principal Harrison that she was fine to drive, Melissa knew she was being careless on the road. The policeman had probably noticed her cutting off that other driver a mile or so back. She pulled over. Perhaps if she acted calm and contrite, and explained the stress she'd been under the last few hours, the officer might let her off with a warning.

When the policeman walked up to her car, Melissa rolled down her window, and gave her best sheepish smile. "What's the problem, asshole?" she asked politely.

"Excuse me?" the cop said.

The downsides of being polite, Melissa thought. She must have spoken too softly for him to hear over the noise of traffic. "I said, what's the fucking problem, officer?" she said a bit louder, while trying to keep her voice polite.

The policeman just stared at her. "License and registration, ma'am," he said.

Ten minutes later, and Melissa was back on her way, angrily clutching a citation for reckless driving. The nerve of that man, she thought. There was really no call for that kind of attitude, what with her being a taxpayer and all! And everything she said had just seemed to make him surlier and surlier! At least her day couldn't get any worse. She pulled into Tia's driveway and headed for the door.

When she rang the doorbell, Tia was the one who answered. "Miss Lane!" she said. "This is a surprise. Come on in. My parents aren't home, I'm afraid. They're seeing a marriage counselor, won't be back for hours."

"That's alright, Tia," Melissa replied, stepping into the entryway. "I actually fucking came here to see you."

Tia's face lit up. "Oh, really?" she said as she led them both into the living room. "Oh, that's...that's wonderful. Tell me more!"

"Yes, well...I'm beginning to suspect that you pulled some kind of shit on me, Tia." Melissa sat down in an overstuffed chair, rubbing the back of her neck. "I don't know exactly what the fuck it was, but nothing's gone right for me ever since we had that goddamned talk in second period."

Tia was beaming as she listened to Melissa while sitting on the couch. "And here I thought we were getting along so well. Tell me everything that happened, Miss Lane."

"Oh, like you don't fucking know," Melissa said. She tried to keep that tone of icy precision that served her so well with her students, but it felt unaccountably difficult to concentrate and she knew she wound up sounding more plaintive than anything else. "You put some of the bastards in my third-period class up to..." Melissa trailed off. She felt feverish now, and she kept getting distracted by the tingling feeling in her skin. "Up to talking shit about me to Principal Harrison. Now I'm in it up to my fucking neck at work, I'll be lucky if I don't get put on fucking administrative leave." She felt her breath coming in panting gasps now. Was she ill?




Talk Dirty to Me



"What sort of shit were they talking about you, Miss Lane?" Tia said innocently.

"Language, bitch!" Melissa said angrily. "I've told you over and over, I will not put up with motherfucking profanity! No matter what the fuck is going on in your shitty life, you will keep a civil fucking tongue in your head when you speak to me. Is that perfectly fucking clear?"

Tia's face clouded over. "OK, I think this shit has gone far enough. Fan-fucking-tastic."

It was as if a veil had been removed from Melissa's mind. Suddenly, memories of the conversations of the last few hours filtered back into her head, but this time, Melissa realized what she'd actually been saying. She clapped her hand to her mouth, letting out a tiny whimper of utter mortification. "I...you...what the fuck--" She broke off then, astonished and horrified to hear the word come out of her mouth. "What did you fucking--" She tried again, now close to tears. "What did you do to me, bitch?"

Tia grinned nastily. "I fixed your little red wagon but good, that's what I fucking did. You really should have asked me more about that phone sex, teach. See, a lot of the losers I talk to have this thing for hypnosis, and well, that's something I already knew a lot about. So I've gotten real good at getting inside people's heads and making them do shit. And this afternoon, I got into yours."

"Then get the fuck back out!" Melissa cried out, her mind a swirl of panic and confusion and...and...and...something else. She stood up. "Whatever shit you did to me, make it stop!" She hated to hear those vulgar words from her own lips, but knowing what she was doing didn't mean that she could keep from doing it.

"Oh, it gets better, Miss Lane. See, I also had a little chat with you about your sex life while you were under." She put on an expression of mock sympathy. "Seems like it's kind of non-existent. Kind of 'never been existent', in fact. You don't even jill off." Melissa wanted to tell her that was none of her business, but she was terrified at how it might come out sounding. "I thought that was really sad. So I added a little something to the suggestions. Every time you swear, it gets you a little hornier." Her mock-sympathetic expression turned venomous. "Do you even fucking know how many times you've been swearing today? Your subconscious does. And every time you do it, it turns up the heat just a little more."

"I...please, I'm fucking begging you, I..." Melissa shivered. She couldn't think. This was worse than it had been in the classroom, far worse. Tia just seemed to have some strange power over her, something that left her utterly bereft of her usual poise.

"Come to think of it, let's go ahead and turn this up a notch. Craptacular."

"Fuck slut?" Melissa asked. She heard her own words. "Bitch the fuck? Tit slut fuck fucky fuck!"

Tia laughed now, openly laughing at the other woman's terrified and confused expression. "I'm sorry, what was that?"

Melissa set her jaw, trying to say something, anything other than gutter talk, but all that came out was "Shit my cunt, the fuck slut fucks ass!" And the worst part was, Tia was absolutely right. Every foul word that came out of her mouth increased the heat, the damp slickness between her thighs. And now, every word was nothing more than vulgarity.

Tia leaned back on the couch to enjoy the show. "Oh, this is just great!"

Melissa squinched her eyes shut. Think of Shakespeare, she said. You know the words by heart, just ignore everything and let them roll off your tongue. "To fuck or slit to fuck, tit is the cuntbitch. Fucker to bastard the shits and motherfuckers of goddamn cuntlickers..." It was no good. She collapsed to her knees, sobbing. It was taking all her willpower just to keep from pawing herself.

Tia began to wriggle out of her clothes. "Oh, this is just too fucking perfect! I mean, Miss Fucking Lane, Baddest Bitch on the block, and she's on her knees right in front of me!" She slipped off her panties, and sat there lewdly presenting her private parts to Melissa's gaze. "I mean, God Damn, you know?"

"Fuck the fuck?" Melissa didn't mean to say anything, it just slipped out. Her hands quivered. The tinglings in her intimate places were insistent now, like the throbbing of a second heart. She felt more excited than she'd ever felt in her life. Nothing seemed to help.

"Mom says that it's natural for young women to explore their sexuality," Tia said. "And I've got this hot hypnotized slut-bitch on her knees in front of me, and the house to myself for a few hours. What do you think I'm going to do?"

Melissa wanted to say, 'If you think for one moment that I'm going to touch you,' but it only came out as "Slut fucks bitch for whore cuntlips" before she shoved her hand down the front of her dress and began to touch herself. She couldn't help it anymore. The insistent needs of her body had grown too strong to deny, and even the degrading fact that she was doing it in front of one of her own students wasn't enough to stop her anymore.

"Mmm," Tia said, gently petting her own privates, "that looks good. It'd look even better if you took your clothes off, though."

"Fuck it!" Melissa cried out, which just sent stronger tingles through her body. Her fingers felt so good sliding into her...her vagina...and despite her incoherent refusal to Tia, she found herself pulling off her jacket and blouse to allow her other hand better access to her bosom.

"So here's the deal, teach," Tia said, continuing to stroke her own body, "if you ever want control of your tongue back again...and I think you do...you better come over here and help a girl out. Because my cunt is just about aching right now, and I want to see what a hot little slut like you can do to it."

Melissa wondered if one of the suggestions had been to arouse her when she heard profanity as well as said it, because Tia's speech made her shudder with desire. She crawled over to where Tia sat on the couch, somewhat awkwardly because her hand refused to leave its warm nest between her thighs, and gazed up at her through a haze of lust and shame and shameful lust.

"What are you waiting for?" Tia asked. "Get busy, bitch."

Melissa leaned in, her tongue extended, but Tia put her hand on her forehead. "No. Use your fingers, not your mouth." She smiled cruelly. "I want you to talk dirty to me."

Melissa didn't even know what to say, but all she needed to do was open her mouth as she slid her fingers into Tia's warmth and the words came all on their own. "Slut fucking fucks the goddamned snatch," she said. "Fingerfucking slutbitch fucking whores the....ahh!" Her own fingers felt slick inside her, the tingling suddenly so intense that she felt herself clench tightly around them.

"The...the...slitfucking titty bitch, the motherfucking fucker with the cunt fuck fucking fuck..." She was babbling and she knew it, but it didn't matter, the words never came out as anything other than the worst kind of profanity and it just kept getting her hotter and hotter, and Tia's eyes were like slits now and she felt just as warm and slick inside as Melissa did, and waves of pleasure were just radiating out from that tiny spot between her legs and as she cried, "Slutty slut cums cuntsucking fuck oh shit fuck slit titty snatch fuck," she felt them spill over into a tide of bliss like she'd never felt before. Tia's moan made it clear that she was experiencing the same thing.

When she started to withdraw her hand, Tia grabbed it by the wrist and held it in place. "We're not done until I say we're done, understand, slut?"

"Fucking fingerfuck cuntbitch pussylips," Melissa moaned out, feeling her own arousal begin to climb again.

It felt like hours before Tia finally pushed Melissa's wet and sticky fingers away from her body, and said, "Enough! Enough, oh, that was...nice...abso-fucking-lutely."

Melissa felt something shift in her brain. Experimentally, she said, "Something?" She almost sobbed in relief when she realized that the words she'd thought were the same as the words she'd said. "Oh, thank mercy!" she cried out. "The quality of mercy is not strained, it droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven ..." She quoted Shakespeare's words as though they were an exorcism, never so happy to hear them spoken in her own voice.

"You know we're not quits, teach." Tia's chillingly smug voice brought her back to reality. Melissa reached for her blouse, blushing. "I've still got my hooks in that big brain of yours, and if you don't play nice, I can do things to you that would make today look like a fucking church picnic."

Melissa looked down, not daring to meet Tia's gaze as she pulled her blouse back on. "I know," she said in a small voice, hating her own timidity. "If it's a good grade you want..."

Tia laughed. "Shit, no! Were you not fucking paying attention? I want to get expelled! Don't worry, I'll make it look good. I'll go in tomorrow, put on a big show, and you'll sadly have no choice but to boot me out of that shithole so fast my head will spin."

"And then you'll...you'll let me go?" Melissa said hopefully.

Tia wriggled her body again, displaying her nudity with a perverse pride. "We'll just have to see. I had fun today."

*****

Melissa walked out of school, carrying a manila envelope. Things actually seemed to be looking up after the terrors and abasements of yesterday, she decided. Not only had Tia blown up so spectacularly that it left Principal Harrison in no doubt about the stress that Melissa had been under, thus saving her from administrative leave, she'd also gotten him to spring for that counseling after all. Which meant that she'd be seeing a professional psychiatrist at district expense.

Psychiatrist and more importantly, hypnotherapist. Melissa knew she didn't have much hope of breaking whatever hold Tia had on her by herself, but with professional assistance, she felt sure it could be done. That horrid girl would regret her abominable behavior when Melissa explained to a professional just what had been done to her mind! She pulled at the envelope, eager to see the details on her soon-to-be-savior.

A card slid out, and Melissa just managed to catch it before it fell out onto the sidewalk. She turned it over in her hand, seeing the embossed writing. 'Linda Fernandez, Professional Psychiatrist and Hypnotherapist,' it said. 'MD, ACHD. Call for appointment.'

"Ohhhhh...." Melissa stared at the card for a long moment, her gift with words utterly gone. Finally, one word slipped out of her open mouth. The only word she could think of right now.

"Shit."

THE END