The Mammoth Book of Erotic Confessions

by Barbara Cardy

  My thong disappeared instantly and I felt someone lapping at my engorged clit. I looked down to see Sara crouched between my legs, her red hair shining in the firelight. I felt two long fingers slide into my hot slit and she began to finger-fuck me, fast and hard, just the way I like it, all the while thrumming my clit with her talented tongue. I came quicker than I ever have in my life, bucking and hollering. Ryan moved up a little to cover my lips with his. Having his tongue thrusting into my mouth quieted my screams, and gave me something else to concentrate on as Sara licked me clean.

  Everyone except Sara, Ryan and Tony had moved off a little to enjoy the show I was putting on. Campfire night was turning into a private orgy, with me as the main event. I couldn’t have been happier.

  “This is so fucking hot,” panted Tony, releasing my nipple with an audible pop.

  Ryan and I both looked up as he stood and shimmied out of his white shorts and orange tank top. When he was naked I found myself looking up at about seven inches of dark, beautiful, uncircumcised meat.

  “Bring that here, baby,” I moaned.

  Tony grinned. “Come and get it, sweetheart.”

  When I tried to rise to the delicious temptation Ryan placed his hand on my stomach, holding me firm against the ground.

  “I think I can beat that,” he whispered huskily against my ear.

  Sara sat up between my knees and was treated to an eyeful as Ryan stood and skimmed his shorts down. He definitely could beat that. A flared purple head, the size of a ripe plum, drooled down at me as Ryan flaunted his wares. His cock was circumcised, and at least nine inches long, thick and ropy with veins. I had never seen a dick that huge before. Saliva flooded my mouth as I gaped up at him. My cunt rippled in anticipation.

  “Oh my God!” breathed Sara, her eyes riveted on Ryan’s massive erection.

  Sara . . . I’d managed to forget about her. She looked so sexy sitting there between my legs, her pixie face coated with my sticky juices that, after giving her a sloppy tongued kiss, I generously offered her the first shot at Ryan.

  As she tried to wrap her lips around that purple monster I knelt behind her and untied her bikini top. Then I pulled her shorts and underwear off of her slim, freckled legs, instructing her softly to lift first one knee, and then the other. Sara hardly noticed, so intent was she on trying to do the impossible – deep throat Ryan. When she was naked I motioned to Tony that he should join me. He’d been looking a little neglected, standing there idly stroking his own length and watching his room-mate get blown. He hurried to comply.

  When he came down beside me I pulled him into a hard embrace, running my hands over his muscular back and ass. Our mouths were frantic as we kissed, a hot tangle of aggressive, wet tongue. Tony gasped when I took his cock in hand and he fucked my fist hungrily, pre-come slicking the way. I pulled back and threw him a smug grin before I lay down and inserted my head between Sara’s thighs. My hand never let go of his dick.

  “OK, baby, show me how it’s done,” I moaned, as I tugged him towards Sara’s puffy slit.

  He straddled my body and let me place him at her slick little hole. Sara was groaning, slurping and bobbing over Ryan’s tool. I don’t think she even knew we were there until Tony plunged into her sopping cleft.

  What a beautiful sight!

  His dark Italian cock stretched her plump pink pussy to almost impossible dimensions. The contrast between her ginger hair and his black curls, her hot pink sex and his dark brown one, was so unbearably erotic that I only had to flick my finger once across my clit before I was coming again in huge, shuddering waves of pleasure. I screamed and arched my back, almost bucking the lovers apart as I slammed into Tony’s ass with my torso. This was enough to throw Sara forwards and knock Ryan right out of her mouth. Oops.

  Ryan had been watching the proceedings with a keen interest and, instead of inserting himself back between Sara’s willing lips, he came around the grinding couple, tugged me out from underneath my own personal sex show, and knelt between my thighs. Tossing my legs up over his shoulders he teased me with his thick cock, sliding it along my swollen folds, circling my hypersensitive clit with its silky head. I was mindless with desire, thrashing against him, grabbing his ass and trying to impale myself on the beautiful, hot length of him.

  “Please, please, please . . .” The litany fell from my lips as I writhed beneath him.

  “Fuck yeah,” he grunted, placing his huge mushroom head at the entrance of my pulsing quim. “Beg me, you horny bitch!”

  “Please . . . now . . . fuck me now!” I cried, taking my hands off of his ass to pinch and twist my nipples.

  Ryan chuckled and slammed his fat cock into my dripping pussy. I screamed. It felt like I’d been torn apart. The pain was outstanding and I instantly vibrated through another mind-blowing orgasm. Ryan didn’t give me a chance to recover, just kept pistoning into my ravaged sex. My clit was getting tugged down against his cock as he drove into me and the sensations were so intense that I feared I was going to black out from the rough pleasure/pain of massive overstimulation.

  The sound of Sara’s climax, signalled by high squealing moans, momentarily distracted me from the delicious torture of being fucked by a horse. I tilted my head back to watch her let go.

  It was awesome.

  She was bent over with her head resting in the dirt and Tony was simply fucking her into oblivion, ramming into her like there was no tomorrow. He must have felt my eyes on him, though, because he looked up to catch my gaze. His smile was pure perversion. I yelped as my womb pulsed from the wickedness of that leer alone.

  When Sara was through squealing, Tony slipped out of her, still magnificently hard. Sara collapsed boneless to the ground and Tony flipped her over, scooping up as much of her juices as he could gather into the palm of his hand. His eyes never left mine. When he’d gathered all he could, he turned towards me and Ryan.

  Ryan’s movements had slowed as he’d watched the show Sara and Tony were putting on. Now they stopped altogether as his friend came over to us. I lay there panting, grateful for the reprieve, and enjoying the hard, full sensation deep within my body.

  “Hey, man, is there room for one more?” Tony asked Ryan.

  Ryan smirked and agreed that there was. He dropped my legs from his shoulders, hauled me up in his strong arms and sat back on his heels. His prick slipped even higher inside my swollen pussy. Then he lifted me almost off of him, and that was no good, I wanted him buried inside me again, but when I tried to thrust myself back down, he held me still. That’s when I felt Tony spreading Sara’s juices all around my virgin asshole. I stopped trying to move, both excited and scared at the thought of what was going to happen next. I was pretty afraid when Tony pressed his fat cock head against my tight pucker, but he and Ryan held themselves absolutely still, letting me lower myself as gently as I needed to over their twitching poles.

  I think that was very sweet of them.

  I let my weight rest against Tony’s chest and tugged Ryan’s head down for a wet, open-mouthed kiss as I slowly, so slowly, slid down their cocks. When they were both buried to the hilt inside my body, they began to move in a slick, synchronized rhythm. It occurred to me that they seemed to have done this before. They were too darn coordinated.

  That was my last coherent thought.

  The feel of those two big boys rubbing together, separated by only the thinnest of membranes, sent me into orgiastic overload. I wrenched my head away from Ryan to scream my pleasure through the woods.

  Tony laughed and doubled his pace, pulling my head back against his shoulder. “You’re going to bring the Ranger, babe,” he said, before plunging his tongue into my mouth.

  I didn’t fucking care. Let him come.

  One of Tony’s hands moved down my body to tickle my clit. Ryan’s hands were busy at my tits, manhandling the small orbs, twisting my nipples until I thought he was going to rip them off, and all the while they kept going faster and faster, fucking me like animals.

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sp; It was brutal.

  It was fantastic.

  When my next orgasm hit I clamped down so hard on their cocks that they were held immobile. Ryan was the first to lose it.

  “Oh fuck,” he groaned, as my pussy milked his length, “I can’t hold it, man.”

  “Go for it,” grunted Tony. His breath was heavy against my neck, in my ear. He surged into my spasming ass again and again.

  The feel of Ryan shooting his load high up against my womb cranked my orgasm up another notch. My body lolled between the two studs, twitching and shuddering helplessly. The pulsing spurts must have set Tony off, too, because it wasn’t even a second later when he clamped his teeth onto my shoulder and let loose, pounding viciously into my stretched and aching hole.

  The surreal sensation of all that hot liquid flooding my ass sent me round the loop one more time, but by this point all I could do was whimper while my body flopped around, quite beyond my control. As Ryan slipped out of me Tony lost his balance and fell forwards. My breath whooshed out when Tony’s weight landed on my back. Ryan grunted at the combined attack and fell backwards. We fell with him. It was vaguely uncomfortable, but the three of us were too nerveless to move right away.

  At first, the only sounds I could hear were the crackle of the fire and our own laboured breaths. Then the clapping started, followed up with some wolf whistles. Tony chuckled and rolled off me, then climbed to his feet to bow to the mostly naked assembly. Almost everyone had separated into their own small fuck groups, but I guess our threesome had still been the centre stage, so to speak. I ignored the drunken crowd, content to just lie there comatose on Ryan’s body.

  Tony bent down and lifted me into his arms, nixing that plan. “The lusty lady will be performing again in twenty minutes, people.” More hollering and whistles. “Only this time it will be a twosome,” he whispered, before taking my mouth in the most unbelievably erotic kiss. His tongue was liquid sex as it traced my mouth, flicking against my upper lip suggestively, before thrusting inside in a wild rhythm I recognized all too well. “I’ve wanted you since the first day I saw you, babe,” Tony broke away to say, “but you couldn’t seem to tear your eyes away from the beach boy. So tonight, I thought I’d share in on a little of his action . . . hope you didn’t mind.”

  I lay limp in his arms and gazed up at him in surprise. Did he really need to ask? As I was about to respond, Ryan gained his feet.

  “That was great, babe,” he said, giving my shoulder a friendly squeeze on his way over to Sara’s current threesome.

  I guess he hadn’t had his fill of her yet. Rather than disappointment, I felt only satisfaction at the sight of his retreating back.

  Don’t get me wrong, he was great. And both of them together were lethal. I can honestly say I’ve never had better sex in my life. But I found myself hurrying Tony along as he carried me down to the lake for a quick clean up before our next show.

  Turns out tall, dark and handsome flicks my switches, too. Who knew?

  CHANGING BOUNDARIES

  Rowan, Johannesburg

  I see the statement once again in a magazine I’m reading and it takes me back to our courting days: “I’m not a virgin, I don’t cook and if you think I’m going to take that thing in my mouth you can think again.”

  Jenni had actually said that to me, soon after we became an item. I think it must be a kind of policy summary for single girls.

  We were getting along well, enjoying each other’s company and the sex was great. I was beginning to think Jenni had long-term potential. She was attractive with a slender figure, small breasts, long, shapely legs and for me, sexiest of all, was her look of wholesome respectability. That the look was purely superficial was an added bonus.

  My reaction must have shown. Her “If you don’t like it you know what to do” showed a touch of overconfidence, I thought.

  She’d got it from one of those women’s magazines. I’d read it too. “Well, I didn’t expect you to be a virgin and you can always learn to cook. It’s the other one that worries me.”

  “Surely two out of three isn’t bad?”

  I had to laugh. “It’s not good. You got a fail on the important one.”

  “Well, that’s my boundary.”

  “Why put it out of bounds?”

  “Because it’s distasteful.”

  “Hmm. Well, if that’s your boundary I suppose I have to respect it.”

  “Of course.”

  Smug complacency was creeping in. It was time to be cruel. “But ‘not ever’ is too long for me, Jen. I’m not going the rest of my life without that sublime experience now and again.”

  That got rid of the smug complacency but it took a moment for the words to sink in. “Are you dumping me?”

  “No. Let’s just say it’s by mutual agreement.”

  “You bastard!”

  “Don’t be like that, Jen. We should just acknowledge that we’re incompatible.”

  “No. It’s blackmail.”

  “Please, Jen. Isn’t it better to –”

  “If I don’t let you stick your prick in my mouth you won’t go out with me.” Her voice was becoming shrill.

  She was happy enough for me to stick it in her cunt, I thought. I was starting to get irritated with her. I was getting another side of sweet little Jennikins.

  “If that’s not blackmail then what is?”

  “Tell me, Jen. When you said ‘not ever’ did you mean it literally?”

  “Yes, I did.”

  “Well then.”

  “Well then what? It’s not meant for going in a girl’s mouth. It’s unnatural.”

  “Fair enough. I’ll never put my prick in your mouth ever. Other girls think differently.”

  “Why are you so keen on it?”

  “Have you ever thought how short a man’s climax is compared to what a woman can experience?”

  She obviously hadn’t; not until then when she did think about it. I knew for a fact that Jenni was multi-orgasmic, provided I kept going long enough.

  “Yes. I suppose so. So what?”

  “Well, that’s the way men are made and you can’t change it. But with oral sex there’s a special intense quality to the climax that makes up for its brevity.”

  “Oh.” She was thinking about it.

  “I don’t know if it’s the same for all guys but it certainly is for me. In some ways it’s almost too much. A man only needs it now and again but it is special. Fond of you as I am, it’s not a pleasure that I would deny myself. Not for ever.”

  That had given her something to think about. Of course it was mostly bullshit but a blow job is a particularly nice way to come and it had been all too rare an event in my life to date. Besides I think any woman worth her salt should give her man a blow job now and again.

  “I didn’t know that. You may have a point.”

  “No. I’m not going to force you to do anything you find distasteful. Not every girl does. Some even like doing it. They see it as a special gift from them to their man.”

  She looked like she didn’t believe me.

  “Look, a prick isn’t dirty or unclean. Especially seeing as my mother had my foreskin cut off for you. Perhaps you tried it on someone who wasn’t up to the mark with his personal hygiene?”

  She looked shy. “I did try it once and gagged on it.”

  “Pity. You should make sure that the guy is lying on his back so you can control the penetration.”

  She was thinking frantically. Her hopes of a white wedding were fading fast. If we broke up she’d have to start from scratch all over again and she didn’t want to do that. “Look, this is all something new and I need to think about it. Can you give us both some time before you . . . you do anything we might both regret?”

  “All right, Jenni, but know that I mean what I say. If you really don’t ever want to do it it’s better to acknowledge it now. A messy divorce in a few years’ time would be a lot worse.” There was a hint of marriage implicit in that last remark. Perhap
s that would help swing the balance.

  I wouldn’t have been so hard-assed about it except that she’d been so cocky saying she’d never do it. She’d brought it up in the first place as if she were challenging me. At heart I’m a nice guy and in the past I’d often let girls win those little challenges they come up with. They don’t appreciate it. They think you’re soft, not man enough to control them. They don’t really want their man to lose the challenges they set. Now that I’d confronted her with it, Jenni was reconsidering her “immutable” boundary.

  I put down the magazine and smiled. The compromise we came up with had been on special occasions: birthdays and anniversaries, Christmas and St Valentine’s.

  Jenni’s happy about it too. As she brags to her friends, “My husband never forgets a birthday or our anniversary.”

  HUBBY’S BIRTHDAY TREAT

  Susy, Buckinghamshire

  It was my husband’s birthday and as he has everything he could possibly want or need I was struggling with ideas for a present. One night we were lying in bed watching one of our favourite porn movies when he stated how horny it was watching me sucking his hard cock while watching two women licking and fingering each other’s pussies. This gave me an idea.

  Now other than the occasional fumble at school I have always been straight. Yet there is something about the shape of a woman’s body that turns me on. I love it when my husband has been licking my wet cunt and then shoves his tongue into my mouth. I get so hot and wet sucking my juices from his face, or his cock. I found a local adult friend finder website and created an account. I thought I would have problems finding a woman who was prepared to join a couple in the bedroom who wouldn’t want to be fucked by the husband. I was wrong. I placed the advert with the headline “Lesbian wanted must be willing to join couple and love the taste of come . . .” Within two days I had over twenty responses. I looked through the photos and found one woman who got me wet just looking at her. The thought of having my first real lesbian experience with my husband joining in got me so hot I had to thrust two fingers into my hot wet cunt and make myself come. I couldn’t resist tasting my fingers after I’d come.