Suddenly she stopped and raised her glistening face (I was always a drippy girl and my juices were shining on her chin). “Sit on my face, sweetie,” she said, and lying on her back, she wagged her long tongue in the air.
I tried to protest but she shushed me and slapped my bare bottom. She was very dominant and I was used to doing what I was told. I clambered up and straddled her face, lowering my wet cunt onto her waiting mouth, draping my skirt about her ears. I still had my shoes on. I faced away from her body and held onto the tubular steel of the headboard. The pressure in my bladder was extreme and it didn’t help that as Carla ate me out, she held onto my hips, her thumbs tenderly massaging my stomach and loins. It was unbearable. Then a crisis came. The pain of holding on was getting unbearable and the pleasure was mounting. Carla was going to town – her long tongue intruding into my sex, lapping at the slick, swollen lips and flicking my hard clit side to side. I rested my bladder muscles for just a second, to ease the pain, and to my horror, a drop slipped out. I felt the warm, stinging sensation of the start of a wee. Carla’s lapping stopped for a split second and then carried on as enthusiastically as before. Had she noticed? I panicked and tried to hold on but once I had broken the seal . . . Drop by drop, I began to leak piss, my wee dripping from me like champagne from a fizzing bottle. In my defence the relief was indescribable and coupled with the pleasure Carla’s soft mouth was giving me I was dazed – not in my right mind. I have told you I was a very messy girl when it came to excitement and my cream was always plentiful. Carla slurped and gulped at my frothing crotch, guzzling down my offerings, not just pussy juice now but my pee as well.
I must have piddled away for minutes on end, moaning in ecstasy all the while as Carla twisted my nipples through my blouse and pinched my bottom with her sharp nails, licking my swollen clitoris. The piss was always tiny drops and each time I promised myself, through waves of pleasure, that this one was the last, that I had stopped now – that is until the next tiny drop. I pictured her lips smeared with my honeyed glaze, with tiny, secret drops of pee running across her tongue and down her throat. Finally – something we had been experimenting with – a slippery pinkie in my bottom made me come unexpectedly and joyously and I let the last teaspoonful of piss go in a hot, sweet spurt. I think she thought I’d ejaculated and probably promoted herself up the lesbian ladder for that little coup. Only I knew I had wilfully and with malice aforethought peed in my lover’s mouth.
I climbed off, trembling (it had been a major orgasm) and kissed her passionately – the very least I could do. There was no untoward taste, to my relief, just her coppery breath and my own feminine musk. I finally went to the loo. Not a drop left. I never told her what had happened and she never spoke a word about it. To this day I wonder if she was oblivious, or if she knew, if she relished and welcomed the taste of my gift sparkling down her throat. I’ll never know, but I know what I wish was true.
WITH A TWIST
Amber, Lancaster
It had been a long week for me. There were so many deadlines for me to meet that I had been in the office from 7 a.m. until well past midnight for four days solid, getting very little sleep and surviving on a cocktail of energy drinks and coffee.
Finally, I had everything finished, and managed to retire home in the early evening. Even though I was exhausted, a friend of mine had made me promise to go out clubbing with her that night. Topped up with plenty of caffeine, I got ready, slipping into my favourite dress, the slinky silver one that hugs my curves perfectly and really sets off my light blond hair. Stilettos buckled, I tottered out of the house to meet Jane.
When we hit the club it didn’t take the adrenaline long to kick in – helped along by a couple of generous measures of boozy Red Bull. Jane and I were on fire, wiggling and grinding together on the dance floor, and laughing in the brief interludes when we paused to quench our thirst.
Towards midnight, we were approached by a pair of rather good-looking guys: one, Tyne, was just my type, tall, with blue eyes and a thick crop of lush black hair, and Jake, the other, well built with short sandy hair and twinkling green eyes. Fuelled by our drinks, we dragged the pair onto the dance floor with us, and shortly I found myself pressing up not only against Tyne’s gorgeous body, but a throbbing hard boner, too. My eyes met his, and he must have sensed how turned on I was by being able to feel him so hard through his jeans, because he reached out to caress my breasts, giving the erect nipples of my double-Ds a squeeze with his strong fingertips. I let out a small moan of pleasure, my dancing momentarily forgotten, until it was broken by Jane.
“Come on, let’s get out of here,” she whispered into my ear, her breath hot and tainted with vodka as she tried to make herself heard over the music. “I’ve invited them back to my place, and I’m desperate to see what he’s like under those clothes!”
Jane and Jake were wrapped in each other’s arms from the moment we left the club, with him pressing her up against buildings as they went, thrusting his crotch at hers through their clothing while she moaned and giggled. Tyne and I were relatively more sedate, with him wrapping his arm around me, the hand reaching down every so often to tweak at my left nipple. It was such a simple gesture, but it turned me on so much that I had to suppress my moans.
Once we got in the taxi, I couldn’t wait any longer. Jane and Jake were lip-locked, and I leaned over to whisper into Tyne’s ear, “Let’s give them a bit of competition, shall we?”
I was so horny I couldn’t hold back, and without waiting for Tyne’s reply, I slipped my hands up my skirt and quickly pulled down my thong. Tyne’s eyes went wide with surprise, and my hand on his crotch could feel how hot and hard he was.
I didn’t care that the taxi driver could see us – apparently he was up for a show as he didn’t interrupt us at all during the ride home. By now, all I wanted was to feel Tyne’s cock deep inside me, and so I straddled him, my breasts in his face, and gently rocked my hips back and forth, rubbing myself against his hard member through the rough fabric of his trousers. It felt so good that I began to unbutton them, releasing his dick so that it stood up proud, asking to be ridden. But rather than slip it inside me, I wrapped one arm around Tyne’s neck, and with the other I started masturbating, making sure that he could feel my wet slit rubbing against him, making his trousers wet.
Tyne was enjoying it as much as I was, and I was almost at an orgasm when we reached the house. As I got out of the taxi, I knew that I was flashing my cheeks and, most likely, my sex to Jake and Tyne, but the thought of it (not to mention the look on the taxi driver’s face!) just turned me on more.
As soon as we were through the door my frustration at not having come in the car got the better of me and, without caring about the other two, I snatched at Tyne’s trousers, then quickly pulled them and his boxers down around his ankles. Though he was a little shy at first, he overcame it as soon as I got down on my knees and put his cock in my mouth.
I wouldn’t let him come though, not yet, and when his little moans of ecstasy told me that he was close, I stood up and, pulling him by his shirt, led him into the living room, where Jane was already riding her man on the sofa. It’s a situation I’m used to, so I didn’t flinch. We’re very close, and if ever there’s a threesome opportunity she’s the one who I’ll invite, and vice versa.
Pushing Tyne down onto a chair, I decided to give him a show. Walking up behind Jane, I cupped her small breasts and squeezed her nipples hard, being rewarded with a heavy, sexy moan. I could see Jake shoot Tyne a look of complete surprise over my shoulder, which turned to a longing ogle as I began kissing my way up Jane’s neck, flicking her shoulder-length brown hair out of the way until I reached her lips. I’ve always loved Jane’s lips, they’re so soft and full, they’re just divine to kiss.
Being lip-locked with Jane I didn’t notice Tyne get up, but I knew about it when he slipped his finger into my slit from behind me. Jake seized the opportunity too, and was groping at my breasts, his arms tangled with mine as I f
elt my friend’s. Knowing where I wanted this to go, I wriggled backwards, drawing Jane with me, until the two of us were sitting on the floor. She reached out to pull my dress over my head, then undipped my bra, tossing it to the side as I began to take off her top, loving that we were being watched by the two guys.
As I slid Jane’s skirt down her thighs, I began kissing her stomach, slowly moving down to her sex. While we may be close we’ve never gone much further than fondling each other, but that night, something inside me wanted more. As I reached the line of her neatly shaped pubic hair she let out a gasp that told me it was OK, and so, for the first time, I went down on a girl. She was so wet, and I did what I knew I enjoyed, darting my tongue against her clitoris, gently teasing it with my teeth, feeling her love juices making my chin wet as she squirmed and squealed with pleasure. I was thrilled at how she reacted, and just the act of doing it brought me close to orgasm.
I could feel one of the guys come up and kneel down behind me, but I had no clue which one it was. He began to fondle my wet pussy, slipping in his fingers, one by one, making me moan and want nothing more than to feel whoever it was thrust his cock into me. It didn’t take long for him to do it, and with that one, hard thrust, I very nearly came – it sent ripples of pleasure coursing through my body, and it was all I could do to hold myself, arse in the air. Jane wriggled out from beneath me, turning around so that Jake, who I could see over her shoulder, could fuck her, too, while she was face to face with me. It was such a turn-on, looking into her dark brown eyes as the two of us were fucked doggy-style, kissing whenever it was possible.
My orgasm was building up to be explosive, and I could tell that Tyne, Jake and Jane were enjoying it as much as I was. Finally, cliché as it may be, Tyne and I came together in one shuddering, mind-blowing orgasm that made my knees too weak to support me any longer. I could feel how wet I was all down the inside of my thighs, and so could Jane – she must have decided that she wanted to reciprocate the act I had done earlier, because she gently pushed my legs apart and edged forwards until she could reach at me with her tongue. Admittedly I’ve had much better head from men before, but the mere motion of her tongue against my clit brought my orgasm back up to full volume, causing me to claw at the carpet.
It all seemed to be over very quickly after that; Jake came, then brought Jane up to orgasm, until all four of us were lying naked in a contented stupor on the carpet, legs and arms entangled in a happy love mess, me pressed up against Jane.
I think I must have fallen asleep for a while, because there’s a blank spot in my memory, but the next thing I remember was Jane nudging me gently.
“That was amazing,” she whispered, giggling at me as we lay nearly nose to nose. “They’re both asleep, but look at how they’re lying.”
I lifted myself up a little way and could see the two guys, practically next to each other, with their heads at opposite ends.
“If you’re up for it, I’ve got an idea . . .” And Jane explained her idea to me; both of the guys had semi hard-ons, and she reckoned it wouldn’t take much for them to be fully aroused. She wanted us to suck them off until they both woke up, then try something she said she’d seen on the internet – a spit-roast with a twist, she called it.
I was up for it, so the plan went into action, and I took Tyne’s penis in my mouth, gently working it with my tongue and my hand until it was hard. When I looked up, Tyne was awake, and I gave him a saucy wink, before gently taking hold of Jane and lying her on the floor, me pressed on top of her, our breasts mashed together and my tongue exploring her mouth as my fingers worked on her clit. This must have woken up both guys, because they crawled across the floor towards us, kneeling with their cocks in hand, jacking off as they watched.
“Jake, fuck me from behind,” I muttered between kisses, and he obediently did as he was told, coming up and sliding his hard dick into me slowly. He felt different to Tyne, shorter but much, much thicker, so much so that it almost hurt as he stretched my pussy with his, at first, gentle thrusts.
I just about managed to moan to Tyne that I wanted him in my mouth, but he got the idea pretty quickly, and soon I was being fucked from both ends; Jake’s thick cock making me want to squeal with pleasure, Tyne’s longer one suppressing it as he fucked my mouth deep and hard, almost causing me to gag with how far he was thrusting himself. I could feel my breasts bouncing against Jane’s as I was rocked back and forth by the two men, her breath heavy on my chest as she slid her hand down to join mine in masturbating herself.
The whole situation was so hot that the men weren’t long in coming – Jake pulled out and squirted his load all over my buttocks, while Tyne filled my mouth with his sticky, salty come. I reached my second orgasm of the night, and while it wasn’t quite as mind-blowing as the first, it was still absolutely pleasurable, and I snuggled quite happily against Jane while we fell asleep.
That was the first time I’d ever had a foursome, and I can tell you now, it was the perfect ending to a totally crappy work week. When I woke up in the morning, Tyne and Jake were gone, but they had left their phone numbers – I guess we gave them as good a night as they gave us. I know for sure that I’ll be doing it again!
NOT-SO-FOREIGN EXCHANGE
Melvin, Lincoln
I’m sixty years old, and seldom have sex with anyone over twenty. I know what you’re thinking – dirty old man, right? Damn right! I’ve had more teenaged pussy than a high-school gym teacher. A strict religious upbringing and a frosty thirty-year marriage left me bursting with juice, and when my ex finally ran off with her butch aromatherapist, I vowed to make up for lost poon-time. And I’ve been making up and out ever since.
I live in an apartment complex that, by no coincidence, is situated right next to one of the city’s universities, meaning that I have a plentiful supply of fresh meat to choose from. The place is literally crawling with sweet young things looking for some sexual mentoring from an experienced gent like myself. I give them a hard time, sure, but everyone’s usually satisfied in the end.
One night, as I was dropping my dirty duds into one of the washers in the communal laundry room on the fifth floor, an Asian babe of not more than nineteen walked in with a basketful of clothes. I quickly stowed what was left of my load, twirled the dials on the machine, and hustled over to make my acquaintance with the Oriental pearl. “Hi,” I said, in my deepest Barry White.
She smiled at me and nodded, her oval face as pretty and delicate as a geisha’s.
“I’m Brendan,” I lied. My real name is actually Melvin, but try picking up chicks with a handle like Melvin.
“Oh, yes, hi,” she responded, nodding her head again and glancing uncertainly at my extended mitt. “My name is Lin.”
I grabbed one of her warm, soft hands in both of my paws and squeezed, running my laser-sharpened eyes up and down the china doll’s lithe, caramel-tinted body. She was wearing a pair of pink short shorts and a white crop top that said “Porn Star” across her girlish chest. Her legs were smooth and slender, flowing on forever out of her tiny shorts, while the nipples on her B-cup breasts pressed hard and yearning against the stretchy fabric of her top. Her eyes were dark and sparkling, her hair long and black and shiny.
My burgeoning boner told me to keep the conversation flowing. “Are you a foreign exchange . . .” My voice ground to a halt when I eyeballed the contents of Lin’s laundry basket; it was loaded to the plastic brim with dirty clothing, all right, very, very dirty clothing. She had what looked like a year’s worth of Victoria’s Secret inventory in that naughty hamper of hers – sexy, silky thongs, panties, bras, stockings, negligees, nighties, teddies, corsets, baby-dolls, etc., etc. The seemingly innocent girl was either a lingerie model or the laundress for a whorehouse.
She followed my astonished eyes down to her basket of lewdly whispering seduction wear, then plucked a black, fishnet body stocking out of the pile and held it up for my inspection. “You like?” she asked.
“I likee!” I blurted. An
d then my stented ticker almost stopped cold when Lin walked over to the laundry room door, closed and locked it, then slipped out of her pint-sized duds and sandals and into the see-through body stocking. Her long, hard, chocolate-coloured nipples fought their way through the fishnet and filled my orbs. Her pussy was as bare as an unshucked oyster, save for a triangular patch of soft, black fur that crowned the top of her glistening slit.
“This is my favourite thing to get fucked in,” she confided, her almond-shaped eyes staring at the bulge below my belt.
I restarted my heart and tugged down my sweats, let my swollen cock spring out into the open. Then I gathered the featherweight girl up in my arms and kissed her like it was an MIA homecoming. The exotic beauty was young, and her mother tongue probably wasn’t even English, but she sure as hell knew how to use it. She twirled her tongue all around my tongue, speaking to me in the universal language of lust, and then she caught my taste buds between her glossy lips and sucked on my extended tongue like it was a juicy prick.
And after getting me all hot and bothered with her talented mouth, she dropped to her knees and without hesitation wrapped her lips around the end of my throbbing cock.
“Yeah, that’s the way, honey,” I groaned, as she earnestly sucked on my purple knob.
She popped my bloated hood in and out of her saucy mouth, her tongue scrubbing the sensitive underside of my prick, before swallowing my cap and hoovering my shaft. She rapidly inhaled a good two-thirds of my pulsating pole, and with her lips sealed tightly over the top of it, her mouth warm and moist and needy, she began sucking hard on my rod. Her head bobbed up and down on my dick like she was in the presence of Buddha himself.
The Mammoth Book of Erotic Confessions Page 23