The Mammoth Book of Erotic Confessions

by Barbara Cardy

  Susie and I went to the pictures on that first date; we saw The Virgin Soldiers. Actually, I didn’t pay much attention to the film; after it had started I held Susie’s hand in her lap and soon felt her urging my fingers up her thigh and under that short piece of material she called a skirt and into her panties. Well, after that any film, no matter how good, was going to take second place. Luckily it was a weekday evening and the cinema wasn’t crowded so we were alone in that row towards the back. Later, we went back to my car and parked down a local lovers’ lane she knew and finished the job, so to speak.

  She was never less than willing.

  So it went on: normal boy–girl dating, heavy petting and, more often than not, boy–girl bonking.

  After a few dates, I found I was going round to her house more frequently even when Susie herself wasn’t there: still at work or out with girlfriends (she said and I hoped!). Thing was, as a woman on her own, Susie’s mother managed well but some jobs she just couldn’t do. Little day-to-day things like refixing a loose door on a kitchen cabinet, changing a high-up light bulb when the old one had got jammed in the socket, repairing some electrical appliance like a kettle with a blown element or a vacuum cleaner with a broken wire in the plug.

  Susie’s mother was always very grateful for my time and effort and I didn’t mind.

  Then one day Susie rang to say her mother was ill and asking to see me. I couldn’t understand why particularly; I hadn’t been due to go round that evening as I had work I needed to catch up on at home but I went anyway. Susie took me up to her mother’s bedroom where she was lying down with just a dim table light to break the gloom. Susie said her mother had these spells of illness now and again, like a very bad migraine, and she was just getting over this one that had lasted two or three days. Then she left us alone.

  I went over to the bed and said, “Hello,” and “How are you feeling now?” – the usual stuff. Susie’s mother hauled herself up onto the pillow and I smelled this attractive perfume, seemed fresh so I guessed she’d maybe just put it on. Well, she said she was a lot better but had wanted to see me to thank me again for the jobs I had done on her behalf as she had had a sudden morbid fear that she had been imposing on me and that I wouldn’t want to come again and she wanted to put that right. I said no, I was fine about these little jobs. I had no problem with helping her out.

  As we spoke, the bedclothes slid down her chest and I saw that I was right about the size and voluptuousness of her breasts. Her nightie was really low cut and those torpedoes were just aimed right at me under the thin material.

  I tried hard to look just at her face but I think I wasn’t too successful.

  She held my hand while we chatted and it seemed to me she was feeling a little better every minute. I got her some orange juice from the kitchen and, when I came back, I noticed that some buttons at the front of her nightdress that I could have sworn were secured earlier, had now mysteriously become undone. As she leaned forwards to sip the juice without either spilling it or choking, those pert boobs almost did an escapology act all of their own.

  I began to feel feverish myself then.

  After we finished chatting, I went back downstairs to Susie and I had her on the couch, on her back with her miniskirt up round her waist and panties off on the floor before she could draw breath. And I was in her, so hard and all, before she was really ready. But I just had to; I would have exploded otherwise.

  And it wasn’t Susie I was thinking of.

  So, going back to what I was saying earlier. As we lay there, my fingers on her and in her, my lips to her nipples and my other hand caressing her soft, brunette hair, we heard the front door slam.

  “Oh God,” said Susie’s mother, “Susie’s back early. Better look respectable, lover!”

  So that’s my confession. It’s one I was afraid I would have to make to Susie sometime but fortunately she never found out. It was every young man’s dream: an experienced older woman to guide him and teach him and a younger girl, too! I never forgot what I learned then and I hope I’ve put it to good use since!

  WILD URGES

  Roxanne, Michigan

  Sometimes my sexual urges seem to go into overdrive and I want to do something naughty. Usually I keep them under control because I don’t want to do anything stupid. There are many times I have satisfied my urges by getting wild and completely uninhibited with my husband, Steve. Yet there are times when nothing seems to put out that fire and I just have to wait it out until the urge goes away.

  This was one of those times. For days I was out-of-control horny. I pounced on Steve every chance I got. He loved it but started asking what had got into me. One night after we had wild sex, we were lying in bed. I tried to delicately explain the situation. I did not want him to freak out or get mad.

  “I want to do something wild,” I said to him.

  “Wild how?” he asked.

  “Sexy wild, I want to live out a fantasy,” I told him.

  He looked curious, but a little hesitant when he asked, “What fantasy?”

  “I want to be with two men at the same time.”

  “What?” He looked upset. I knew it, I had gone too far. I shouldn’t have told him.

  “Honey, it’s not that you aren’t good enough. I have always been curious. You’ve been with two women in the past, I’ve had a threesome before with a guy and another woman, but I’ve never been with two men at the same time. It is just something I want to try.” I tried to smooth things out but he stopped me.

  “I’m not upset, just really surprised,” he said. “I never thought you would say something like that. I don’t know what to think right now. I don’t know if I like the idea of sharing you with another man. I’ll have to think about it.”

  “OK, babe. You think about it. I love you.”

  “I love you, too.” Then he rolled over and fell asleep.

  I did not bring up the topic again and neither did he. I guessed he had made up his mind and I was not going to push the issue. I wished I had never even mentioned it to him.

  That weekend I woke up late Saturday morning and Steve was gone. That’s not unusual: I always slept in on Saturdays and Steve liked to get up early and go fishing. When I went into the kitchen to get some coffee there was an envelope on the kitchen island. I opened it. There was a hotel key card and a note from Steve that said to meet him at the hotel that night at 7 o’clock.

  I was really curious. What is he up to? I wondered. I showered and got some things together to take to the hotel. I gave myself a quick manicure and pedicure and called the salon so I could get a touch up on my bikini wax. Whatever he had planned I wanted to look great. I also stopped at a lingerie store to pick out something really special to wear for the evening. Steve probably had something really romantic planned.

  After carefully dressing in my sexy lace-up corset top, black thigh highs with lace tops, and black lace thong, I slid into a strapless black dress that hugged every curve and the slit showed the lace on the top of my thigh-high stockings. I stepped into my black heels and was out the door.

  I found the hotel room and went inside. There was no one there. Sitting on a table were lit candles, wine and wine glasses. A note from Steve said to have some wine and get comfortable. A few minutes later the door opened and Steve walked in; to my surprise there was another man with him. I stood up.

  “This is James from work,” he said. “He’ll be joining us tonight.”

  I didn’t know what to say. I was in shock. He was actually going to go through with this.

  “Hi, James,” was all I could manage to say.

  Steve walked over to me and kissed me passionately. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

  “Yes, but I just wasn’t expecting it,” I replied. “After you didn’t say anything more about it I figured it was not going to happen.”

  “Well, darling, after I thought about it, I decided I would pick out the guy. That would make it easier for me. I trust James and I think you’ll like
him.”

  He kissed me again and started unzipping my dress. I started to get nervous when my dress fell to the floor and I was standing there in my corset top and thong.

  “Don’t worry, babe, everything is going to be all right,” Steve said as he led me over to the bed. “You look so beautiful,” he said as he unlaced my corset and cupped my breasts in his hands. He kissed my neck and my shoulder then moved down to my breasts. I moaned as he took a nipple into his mouth and gently sucked on it. I opened my eyes and saw James watching us. Steve pulled off my thong and spread my legs. Then he backed away and got undressed. James also got undressed. When he pulled off his jeans and underwear I was shocked to see what a large erection he had. I looked at my husband and he too was rock hard.

  I sat up on the edge of the bed. Both men stood in front of me. I took a penis in each hand, stroking the smooth shafts. I licked James from the bottom of his rod all the way to the top then took it into my mouth and began sucking. Then I moved over to Steve and did the same thing. After a few minutes of rotating back and forth they pushed me back onto the bed. I had four hands caressing every inch of my body. Their sensual kisses made my flesh burn with desire. James trailed kisses down to the wet folds between my legs and began to probe my flesh with his tongue. Steve moved up and placed his hard cock in front of my mouth while he watched James lick my pussy. I sucked hard on Steve enjoying every inch that slid down my throat.

  I felt James move and turned to watch as he climbed on top of me. He positioned that massive cock at the entrance of my pussy then plunged it deep inside me. I lost hold on Steve’s prick and it fell out of my mouth. I lay back as James thrust in and out of me. Steve crawled off the bed and sat down in a chair to watch James and me. Steve stroked himself while watching James fuck me. I wondered how he felt about watching another man do his wife. It looked like he was enjoying it. Then he stood up.

  “It’s my turn with my wife,” he said.

  James climbed off of me.

  “Get on your hands and knees,” Steve told me.

  I rolled over and did what he said. He slammed his dick into my hot hole and started ramming me hard. It felt so good. James climbed on the bed in front of me and I started sucking his cock. My fantasy had come true. I was with two men at the same time. I was stuffed full of two big cocks. I began to shake and quiver. Steve reached around and rubbed my clit with his fingers. That sent me over the edge and I exploded. Once I stopped, Steve said that he wanted to watch me ride James.

  James lay down and I climbed on top of him. Steve held on to my butt cheeks and spread me wide open. He wanted to watch every inch of James’s shaft slide inside me. Steve leaned back on the bed and watched me ride James while he stroked himself with some lubricant. Our eyes locked and the feeling was so intense. He was enjoying this as much as I was.

  Steve then crawled up behind me and teased my ass; pushing my cheeks apart he slowly pushed into my tight little hole. I never expected this. I was being double penetrated. Oh, my God! I was seeing stars and fireworks. I rode James hard, grinding my pussy on him as my husband shoved his huge cock inside my ass. Steve’s cock felt bigger than usual.

  The pleasure was so immense. I was sandwiched between two gorgeous, well-hung men who were screwing my brains out. I came over and over again, screaming so loud the whole hotel could probably hear me. James shushed me by pressing his full lips against mine and kissing me hard as he thrust deeper inside me. My husband kept ramming me from behind. Then I felt his cock tense and swell as he filled me with his heat. The sensation flooded me and sent me into another orgasm. As my body rocked and shook I felt James tense and he came.

  The three of us lay there on the bed for a while revelling in the afterglow of very intense sex. Then we got up and took a shower together. Steve and James both washed me. It was so erotic; four soapy hands all over my body. Soon I felt hard cocks pressing against me. That led us to another round of wild sex. We ended up going three rounds that night and it didn’t end there. Every once in a while when I get that urge to do something wild Steve gives James a call to come over for the evening. No one is ever left unsatisfied.

  THE ULTIMATE DATE

  Mandy, County Durham

  One cold Sunday afternoon, Ian and I discussed the merits of internet dating. Over a bottle of Merlot and beef Wellington, I sat with my ex-boyfriend and planned my strategy for 2008. I hadn’t dated for a few months, but wasn’t desperate as I had many close friends like Ian with whom I enjoyed spending quality time. He suggested I try a site called plentyoffish.com so we fired up the laptop, and opened another bottle of rich red. I couldn’t believe the number of eligible, fit and sexy men on the site. Together, we created my profile and downloaded some pictures. I was dubious at first, but Ian assured me that I would get far fewer messages without a decent photo. Actually, he wrote my description, which included words like: vivacious, bubbly, fun, sexy, tactile and adventurous. I suggested to him that the word “adventurous” might seem a little slutty, but he dismissed my observation telling me not to be such a prude.

  A few days later, I checked my inbox to find I had thirteen messages, and alongside the messages were thumbnail pictures of the senders. Some had no picture, and Ian was right, I was reluctant to respond to those. One particular message caught my eye: it was from a girl! Curiosity got the better of me and I opened the message which read “Just thought I would drop you a line to say what an amazing smile you have, and if you feel like chatting, you can email me anytime, Jackie xxx.” I clicked onto her profile page, and she too was looking for a man. I couldn’t understand why she had emailed me, so I replied to her message: “Hi, Jackie, thanks for the compliment. It’s nice that you took the time to write to me when all those nice men are looking for a date. I haven’t been on the site for long, how about you?”

  Immediately, I received a response: “Hi, hun, I just thought you might like to chat, who knows, we may become friends. I joined this site last year and have had a few dates, but nothing mind-blowing. There are a lot of strange men on here so be careful, and if you fancy meeting up for a drink, I will give you a few pointers.”

  I thought maybe she was chatting me up so I enquired in a very polite way about her sexual orientation. She explained that she had a fantasy about meeting a woman; she knew she was not a lesbian, but wanted to experience the “girly” thing. She certainly didn’t mince her words; straight to the point, she suggested we meet. A little shocked at first, I can honestly say that I was a little excited too, and the more we spoke, the wetter I became between my thighs. I read an article in Scarlet magazine once which stated that inside every woman was the urge to fuck another woman. Most dismiss the very thought of it, and the more adventurous of us give it a go.

  We met the following evening in town. She was obvious from the minute I stepped out of the taxi. Peroxide blond hair, poker straight. Smart jacket with bustier and black satin skirt with high-heeled boots. Her smile was unmistakable. We exchanged pleasantries as we headed for the gay sector of the town, that way, we both agreed that if we felt the urge to explore the “girly thing”, we could do it without an audience.

  Anybody passing might have thought we were two girls out on the town – attractive, sexy, looking for men maybe, but we knew different. In my head were new, exciting thoughts, and I liked that feeling.

  As we ordered drinks, I looked at Jackie and she licked her lips and held her bottom lip between her teeth for a few seconds before her mouth broke into that amazing smile. Her teeth were white and framed by beautiful full lips painted with a pale rose gloss, complementing her tanned complexion. We were very similar in age, appearance, and attitude to life; we could be sisters.

  The wine flowed, and so did the conversation. We received several fleeting glances from other customers in the pub, and I felt sexy. As we perched on bar stools, Jackie leaned forwards and whispered in my ear, “I feel like I would like to kiss you.” As our eyes met, we felt no resistance as our lips met for our first prolonged s
nog. I must admit to feeling more than a little turned on at that point. Maybe it was the excitement of my first girly kiss, but I had never felt a twinge down below like that after kissing any man. As our lips parted, I could see her eyes widen and that smile appeared again. “God, that was good,” she chirped. I couldn’t speak so I just smiled and nodded.

  After an hour, we knew a little more about each other. We both agreed that whatever happened that night had to be kept a secret. Neither of us wanted this little encounter made public. I had a lot of very close female friends who would act differently towards me should they discover I had had an encounter with another woman. Most of my male friends would definitely find it fascinating, and be so turned on by listening to every small detail, but they would never find out either.

  We went to the toilet and, because it was a Wednesday night, the whole place was fairly quiet and the girls’ room was empty. I couldn’t wait any longer. We giggled as I dragged her into one of the cubicles. I held the back of her neck and kissed her passionately, grabbing one of her gorgeous breasts with my other hand. I can honestly say that I have never been as excited as I was at that precise moment; I wanted to taste her, feel her, and fuck her.

  Not the ideal romantic setting, the toilets were clean at least, and I dropped to my knees and slid her satin skirt up to around her waist. She parted her legs, as I parted her transparent panties to reveal a freshly shaven pussy. The G-string pulled tight against her bottom as I slid my long thin tongue inside the plump slit and searched for that magical mound. Her clit was erect, and I flicked the end, tasting her sweet juices. She was soaking wet. She held my long hair and forced my face into her cunt, and I lapped it up. My hand clenched her plump buttock and my face was soaked in her slimy love juice as she began to orgasm into my mouth.

  The external door squeaked as someone entered the toilets; we could hear them enter the cubicle next door. Her face was flushed as I climbed from my knees, and I could see she was still in ecstasy, and panting loudly, so I stuck my face against hers and kissed her, smearing her come all over her face. Her hand drifted down to find my wet pussy. Even through my jeans, I was dripping wet. Both her hands struggled to release the button and she slowly undid my zip. Quickly, she yanked my jeans down to my knees as the unsuspecting customer washed her hands. As the stranger made their exit, Jackie began to breathe again like a hungry animal. She lifted my top and sucked both breasts. She pushed both my nipples together and at one point had them both in her mouth at the same time – what a turn-on! She too dropped to her knees and found my clit first with her fingers, then with her gentle tongue. I didn’t want to climax immediately; the feeling was amazing. I pushed her off and lifted her up to my face. We kissed passionately again as I fondled her breasts. She then gestured me to turn around and I put my hands against the wall. She kicked my legs apart and forced my head forwards as she sat on the toilet seat. From behind, she licked my hole and fingered me until I exploded into her face. The rush of blood to the top half of my body was something I had never felt before; the orgasm was so intense that I could barely control myself. I think I screamed, but I can’t be sure.