The First Time Someone Swore At Me

We’d been ‘going out’ together for about a month. I say going out’, neither of us considered ourselves an ‘item’, although we did go places, and we had got to the touching each other stage. 

You know that awful/gorgeous stage when you almost get one another off, and then go home and wank yourself furiously? Well, that’s where we were. He’d get me, oh, so wet, and I’d get him to the rock-hard, pre-cum stage. Then, somehow, we’d stop! Yes, I know, weird, right, but I think both of us were hesitant to let ourselves fall off the cliff of orgasm in front of one another, in case we shocked the other person. Even then, I could squirt, and I was worried he’d think I had peed myself. I didn’t know then how fascinated boys could be by a girl peeing) and he told me much later he was scared of letting a girl make him cum. No reason…just scared. 

So….I guess we’d edged each other one time too many. He had his hand in my panties and had a finger inside me, and I was right on the edge of cumming, but fighting it hard. I was wanking him too, and loving the feeling of that powerful, rock-solid cock, dripping pre-cum all over my hand. 

He was, I think, closer than I’d ever got him before. Now and then he’d make little noises that sounded like half choked-off words. All very interesting….and horny as fuck. For some reason, I remember that this time, my legs weren't just apart (we were both standing at the time) but my knees were bent too. I really wanted his finger up me as far as he could get it. Some friends had told me about how it feels when a boy actually touches your cervix, and I wanted to know for myself. 

Suddenly, he just groaned and said, “Ohhh….you horny cunt,” and shot his load everywhere. Miss Brain started to feel terribly insulted, but then decided it was the horniest thing anyone had ever said to me. I came on his finger as a result. Very messily! 

Oh, but he was so apologetic afterward! “I’m so sorry! Oh my God! I…I just….i just always talk dirty when I cum. I didn’t mean…you’re not … well, you are, but I didn’t mean…..” He was almost in tears, bless him. 

As I’ve told you many times before, I’m submissive…very submissive, and being called a dirty name is part of that, I think. 

Let me offer you a comparison. Here’s Heather’s story. “Yeah, I like talking dirty too, but sometimes, well, it can backfire can’t it? (No, but carry on.) So, we’re fucking, right? Both of us on fucking fire with pure lust….just like the Good Sisters told us. (Pause for giggles.) Anyway, he’s fucking me, and I said, 'Talk dirty to me.' We hadn’t done anything like that before and in the moment, I just felt like it. Anyway, he held my face in his hands, which always makes me cream myself, and looked right into my eyes and said,'You dirty fucking whore,' and I punched him! I mean…how fucking dare he? Just because I’d opened my legs for him, finally, and he calls me that?” 

I asked her what she meant then by, "Talk dirty to me.” 

“Oh, I just wanted him to use dirty words. ‘My cock feels so good in your cunt.’ or ‘Your cunt’s so fucking tight.’ or maybe ‘I want to make you cum so hard you piss all over me.’ (Hmm…Heather’s into pee sex? Have to explore that one another time.) But definitely NOT calling me fucking names!” 

I love it, she hates it, but it just highlights the need for good communication doesn’t it? 

One more thing….with this same boy. We masturbated one another frequently after that and dirty talk was always a part of it, and I learned being called dirty names made me cum. But here’s something. I’m wanking him with my right hand and my left hand is on his bum. Now and then I’d sneak a finger down there and stroke his bum hole. He always moved away, and yet his cock always twitched in my hand. One day, post-orgasm, I asked him about why he did that. He looked very embarrassed and said, “It feels good. It feels too good. (Long pause) It feels like I want you to…put your finger in there….but that’s gay, right? That’s what homosexuals enjoy.” (Sigh…another one who thinks bum play would ‘make him queer.’) I told him that when I masturbate I often finger my bum. I love it. (If only I’d known back then just how much my lovely friend Tig already knew about human anatomy.) 

One day, he let me finger his bum hole while he came. I actually felt him pushing back against my finger to get it deeper. When he returned the favour to me, I ‘rewarded’ him by talking dirty myself, inviting him to ‘Fuck my bum hole.’ 

I have a theory. Well-educated, well brought up people who talk dirty only during sex is highly erotic. For people who swear as a matter of course each and every day, it loses its appeal. What do you think?