Cory hesitated. He absently fondled Lilia’s breasts as if undecided. He wanted to do as she wished, but the ethics of his profession prevented him from doing so. A war raged within him while Lilia lay, eyes closed, totally relaxed. It was several minutes before he finally decided. His fingers danced over her breasts, then moved toward their darker-colored center. He pulled up on the erect tissue and was rewarded with a moan of pleasure.
His enjoyment of the feel of her flesh under his hands was suddenly totally different. He knew that he was giving her pleasure of a new kind. He was making love to her with his hands.
He worked his way back down to her belly, pressing spots that he had learned about from a master in Europe. He remembered the massage master’s words.
“These pressure points I am going to show you are to be used only with a woman and then only if you have a desire to excite her sexually. They will give her tremendous pleasure, but they will create great hunger, as well. If you touch her in the way I will show you, you must be ready to complete the task, to show her the ultimate pleasure of orgasm with your hands.”
He had watched and learned, mastering the techniques so he could pleasure his wife or lover. He had never thought to use them on his clients.
He used them now, however. He dug his thumb deep into a special spot on Lilia’s lower belly and heard her gasp. Then he reached deep down with the knuckle of his index finger, pressing on a particular location. He slid his hands around her waist and manipulated the bones in the small of her back. Lilia’s moans were almost continuous now and her thighs were parted, inviting his fingers to enter the forbidden zone between. If he had had any doubts about erotic massage, they vanished with the first brush of his fingertips over the curls between her legs.
He ran his fingers through her pubic hair and pushed on the bone beneath. He felt her hips press upward and her back arch. He was in heaven.
He kept rubbing with one hand while he reached for the oil with the other. He took the bottle and poured a slow trickle of oil onto Lilia’s pubic mound and watched it flow into her wet vaginal folds. His fingers followed.
He carefully explored every crease and massaged her hot, swollen skin. She reached out, pulled his wrist, and tried to press his fingers into her wide opening.
“You’re making me so hot,” Lilia whispered.
“Be patient. Let me use my hands to give you pleasure like you’ve never had before. Surrender your body, your pleasure to me.” He knew he wanted that as he had never wanted anything.
Her hand fell back to her side and she took a deep, shuddering breath.
Cory rubbed the oil into her clitoris, massaging and squeezing her. Then he teased her opening with the tips of his fingers. He pulled at her inner lips with one hand while the other caressed the seldom-touched flesh just inside.
Her hips thrust upward, trying to catch his fingers and pull them inside.
“Yes, little one,” he said hoarsely. “I know how much you want me. And you shall have me, right now.”
On the word now, Cory thrust three fingers inside of her, filling her cunt. He pulled back and thrust again. He fucked her with his fingers while he massaged her clit with the other hand.
She screamed as she climaxed and writhed against his hands. Still breathing heavily, Lilia smiled up at him. “Thank you, Cory. That was so beautiful. You have truly magic hands.” A large grin split Cory’s face. “I’m so glad I could give you pleasure. Thank you for helping me understand that it’s all right to make love to you.”
Lilia smiled back at him and sat up. “Do we still have an appointment next week?”
He helped her down from the table and into her robe. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
9
DIRTY TALK
“I love it when you talk dirty to me” has become a bad joke. It isn’t. It can be terribly erotic to listen to your partner use sexual words: “I want to fuck your pussy,” or “I love to suck your big cock.” It can also be fun to “be forced” to say those words yourself.
Check the ads in any sexy magazine and you will see that there are people making a lot of money from dirty talk. Ad after ad suggests that you call “Mistress Whoever” and she’ll tell you what you want to hear. Mike found out about the power of explicit talk from his office mate. Then he shared his understanding with his wife.
MIKE AND JOANNA’S STORY
Thirty-two-year-old Mike had been married to Joanna for eleven years. They had a good marriage, which had produced three children—two girls and a boy. Mike, an accountant, wore thick glasses over his myopic brown eyes and was just a bit overweight. He prided himself on the fact that he still wore the same size slacks that he had worn ten years ago, but he did wear them slung a bit lower.
One dull afternoon, Alex, Mike’s office mate, said softly, “You’ll never guess what I did last week while you were away. I dialed one of these phonesex numbers. Have you ever listened?”
Mike had never considered such a thing. It sounded vulgar and disgusting. His face must have sent a disapproving message to Alex.
“Don’t knock it ’til you’ve tried it,” Alex said as he crossed the room and closed the door. “Wait ’til you hear this.” He dialed the phone and pressed the speaker button.
At first, Mike tried to ignore the words and sounds that came out of the speaker. No one should be turned on by language like that spoken by some nameless recording, he thought. Certainly he wasn’t. Was he? As the moments passed, he found himself listening, entranced, while his cock grew hard in his slacks. When the call ended, all he could say was, “I didn’t know that stuff was legal on the phone.”
“You’d be amazed,” Alex said. “I’ve tried several of these numbers. Last night, I had my wife listen. Wowie. We fucked like bunnies all night. You and Joanna should try it.”
Mike quickly turned away. Alex shook his head and muttered, “Don’t put it down too fast. You’d be amazed what it does for the sex life.”
A little later, Mike excused himself and, in a stall in the men’s room, replayed much of the tape in his mind. The dirty words and sounds made him crazy with hunger. He concentrated on the sound of the girl murmuring “I love it when you stick your big cock into me” while he stroked his hard penis to orgasm.
When he returned to his office, he got the phone number from Alex. For the next few days, anytime he had a few moments to spare, Mike called and listened. He bought a few X-rated magazines and, over the next few months, developed an extensive collection of phone numbers, each with its own specialty.
He found that he loved the sound of cunt and cock and pussy. He would say the words in his mind while he made love to his wife. Usually the phrase I love to fuck your pussy would drive him over the edge.
It never occurred to Mike, however, to share his enjoyment of dirty language with his wife. Not Joanna. She never even said shit, or piss off. Joanna still said darn when she stubbed her toe.
Joanna was short, slender, and had a head covered with unruly dark brown curls. She had been brought up in an upper-class neighborhood in Manhattan. Her parents, particularly her mother, had been very proper, even prudish. Sometimes Joanna wondered whether her parents had ever had any fun in bed. Fortunately, she had always liked sex with Mike, finding it both enjoyable and satisfying.
One evening, Mike and Joanna were in bed reading. Mike had spent half an hour on the phone that afternoon, listening to a new recording on one of his favorite phone-sex lines. Although he had masturbated twice, he was still hungry for his wife.
Since they spoke very little during sex, Mike liked some sound in the bedroom, so he reached over and flipped on the radio. Soft easy-listening music filled the room. He put his book on the bed table and rolled over toward his wife. Gently, he removed the magazine from Joanna’s hands and set it aside. Joanna giggled, knowing exactly what Mike had in mind. Mike touched his mouth to Joanna’s lips as she snuggled down lower in the bed.
Their arms wrapped around each other and they ki
ssed. As Joanna stroked Mike’s back, his mouth roamed her face. He kissed her closed eyes and the tip of her nose. He nibbled on her earlobe and kissed his way down the side of her neck, licking the tender spot where her neck joined her shoulder.
As he swirled his tongue on her neck, he unbuttoned the front of her robe and slipped the straps of her nightgown down to reveal her shapely breasts. I love your tittles, he said in his mind.
He kneaded the small mounds of white flesh and slid his tongue over their dark centers. He watched her nipples harden, and when the tight tips reached for his mouth, he drew first one and then the other into his mouth. He licked and bit down gently as Joanna’s body moved against him in response.
“It makes my cock so hard when I suck your titties,” he said.
It wasn’t until he felt Joanna’s body stiffen and pull away that Mike realized he had spoken aloud. He felt his cock soften and he rolled away so his back was toward his wife. He was totally embarrassed and completely tongue-tied.
Joanna was flabbergasted. She wanted to pretend that she hadn’t heard, but that was impossible. Her body had reacted automatically. She wasn’t sure what to say and she found that she wasn’t sure how she felt. It wasn’t ladylike to enjoy listening to those words, but she was wise enough to admit that they had excited her. But that was silly. Nice girls didn’t listen to that kind of language. She couldn’t imagine her mother ever allowing those words to be spoken in her presence. But what was really wrong with that kind of talk? She could feel the wetness between her legs. Her body enjoyed the words.
She knew that what had just happened had affected Mike deeply and she knew that what she said now might change their sex life for a long time. “Mike,” she said softly, “I’ve never heard you use that kind of language before… but it’s very exciting.”
Mike almost missed what Joanna had said. it took moments for her words to penetrate.
He wasn’t sure he’d understood. “What did you say?” he asked.
Joanna swallowed hard. “I said that I found what you said very exciting.” She ran her fingertips over his back.
Mike rolled back toward Joanna. He held her hands and found that they were trembling. He looked into her eyes. “You aren’t turned off?”
“I think I should be,” she said, her voice barely audible, “but it’s really the exact opposite.”
Mike slid his hand across her shoulder and toward an erect nipple. He took a deep breath, it was going to be okay. “You like the word titty?”
Mike heard Joanna make a small sound deep in her throat and watched her eyes close. He pulled at her erect nipple. “And you like it when I suck your tits?”
Joanna wanted. She didn’t know exactly what she wanted but she knew a kind of hunger that she seldom had felt before. She tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled his mouth tightly against her nipple.
Mike knew what he wanted. He wanted to hear her say those words. He wanted it so much that he was willing to take a big risk. He knew that she was very excited and he spent the next few moments doing everything he knew would increase her hunger. While he sucked and kneaded one breast, he slid his hand down her soft belly and slipped one finger into her wetness. She was moaning and lifting her hips in the same rhythm as his strokes of her clitoris. He lifted his head.
“Do you want me?” he whispered as he pressed one finger slightly into her.
She nodded and purred.
“How much?” Mike asked, the rhythm of his finger increasing.
“A lot. Please,” Joanna whispered.
“Please what?” Mike saw Joanna’s eyes open and he watched as she suddenly understood. “Please what, darling?”
“Please, I want you.”
Mike smiled. He could feel her need and her excitement. His cock was swollen and he needed to plunge into her, but he knew that if he waited he might get exactly what he desired most. “That’s not enough,” he said softly. “I want to hear you say the words, I want you to say, “Please fuck me.’”
“I can’t say that,” Joanna whispered, her voice hoarse and shaking.
“That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
Joanna nodded.
Mike’s finger continued its rubbing of Joanna’s clitoris and swollen, wet lips. “Then say it.”
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Joanna was going crazy. She tried to climax, holding herself and concentrating on her body, but satisfaction wouldn’t come. She wanted Mike inside of her. “I want you to…”
Mike was tempted to let her have what she wanted but he was so close. “Fuck. Say the word.”
“Oh baby,” she whimpered, “I want you to… to fuck me.”
Mike couldn’t get his erect cock inside of her fast enough. With just a few strokes, he came, pulling Joanna with him.
They lay together until their bodies calmed. “You know how exciting that was,” Mike whispered.
Joanna giggled. “I figured that out.”
“For you, too?”
“I hate to admit how exciting that was. My mother would never understand.”
They laughed as the picture of Joanna’s very proper mother flashed through their minds. Mike laughed and said, “I won’t tell if you don’t.” Then he became serious. “I want what happened this evening to happen again.”
Joanna smiled. “I shouldn’t say this, but I want that, too.”
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ANAL SEX
Anal sex is a game that can lead to misunderstandings. Many find the idea repugnant; others might like to fantasize but not participate. (I will discuss some problems with anal sex after this story. For now, just consider anal sex another game worth thinking about.)
Tom and Jenny discovered a mutual interest in anal sex when cable TV arrived in their area. They discovered that they not only wanted to watch, they wanted to play.
TOM AND JENNY’S STORY
Tom and Jenny were delighted when their housing development finally was wired for cable television. The day the man from Windowvision arrived, they signed for all the available channels, including X-rated Channel 14.
Four weeks later, the truck arrived, cut the necessary tiny slit in the front lawn, and installed the wire. Both the TV in the living room and the one in their bedroom were quickly connected. The man who did the installation showed them how to work the cable boxes and the remote controls. Jenny signed the papers and sat in the living room for the rest of the afternoon, switching from channel to channel, enjoying the perfect picture and reveling in her newly acquired access to three movie channels.
It wasn’t until the following Saturday night that Tom and Jenny got to enjoy cable TV from their bed. They watched a movie that both of them had wanted to see and then watched the eleven o’clock news. Since neither of them was tired, Tom started to switch the channels to see what else they might watch.
When Tom got to Channel 14, he caught a glimpse of an obviously X-rated movie. He hesitated and glanced over at Jenny. When she didn’t protest, he left the movie on.
Jenny was embarrassed. She had seen a few “skin flicks” when she was in college, but that had been twenty years ago and those films had been no worse than Animal House. She was constantly amazed by what they were now allowed to show in the neighborhood movie theater. What was on the TV screen now was much worse. Or better.
Despite her embarrassment, she was fascinated. They were doing things on the screen that she had read about in trashy novels but had never actually witnessed.
The scene on TV was of a man and a woman next to a large swimming pool. The woman was stretched out in a long chair and the man was comfortably settled between her legs. Since the picture was taken from behind the man’s head, Jenny couldn’t see exactly what his mouth was doing, but she could guess that he was sensuously licking the woman’s vagina and clitoris. His long slow strokes were obviously pleasing the woman. Her head was thrown back and her hands were buried in his hair, holding his head tightly against her.
Jenny looked over at Tom as she tried to gauge h
is reaction. He was leaning back against the pillows, watching the screen. His hands caressed the satin edging of the blanket in the same rhythm as the man’s tongue caressed the woman on TV.
Jenny and Tom had been married for nineteen years. Early in their marriage, before the children, their sex life had been wonderful. They had made love in the front seat of cars, in the living room of his apartment when his parents were out, anyplace where they could find the time and the privacy.
In the last few years, sex had become perfunctory. Once a week, Tom would indicate that he was in the mood, Jenny would indicate that it was okay with her, and they would stroke and fondle each other for ten or fifteen minutes, then they would have intercourse.
As Jenny watched the screen, the man picked his head up and began to lick his index finger. “You want it,” he said as the woman stared at his hand, “don’t you?”
“Yes,” she cried out. “Stick it in me.”
Jenny thought that he was going to push his finger inside of her vagina, but she was wrong. The man grabbed the woman’s ankles and draped her legs over his shoulders. She couldn’t see exactly, but she shivered as she realized that, as he licked her clit, he was pushing his finger into her ass.
Jenny had never thought seriously about how anal sex must feel, although it was now not the forbidden topic it once had been. It was obvious that many people, like the girl on the screen, found great pleasure in the practice.
The woman moved her hips and screamed with pleasure, and the excitement was contagious. Jenny was getting aroused as her mind replayed that initial insertion over and over.
Suddenly, she felt Tom close to her. “Did you enjoy that scene?” he asked, breathing softly in her ear.
She looked at Tom and blushed. It was like being caught reading a dirty magazine. She should deny it all. “No,” she should say, “it looks disgusting.” But that would be a lie.
“It’s hard to talk about, isn’t it?” Tom said.
Jenny nodded and swallowed.
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