The Mammoth Book of Erotic Confessions

by Barbara Cardy

  “When we got out of the water the changing room was empty apart from ourselves. We dried off in the same cubicle, still in our swimming costumes. However, our bulges were becoming increasingly pronounced and when I took off my swimming trunks my cock sprang out erect.

  “‘Mmm, that looks very nice,’ said Jerry, who pulled down his trunks to reveal his own lengthening erection. ‘Come on,’ he said, his member now as full and stiff as my own. ‘Let’s jerk off together.’

  “Feeling light-headed and extremely excited, I encircled my erect cock with my fingers as I watched Jerry bring a hand to his own erection. We both rubbed our cocks up and down vigorously, climaxing at pretty much the same time. And equally lavishly too, spraying out streams of sticky wetness onto each other with great force. It was an amazing feeling, it truly was – my first time masturbating with anyone else, and the most intense sexual experience that I’d so far had in my young life.

  “We showered, dried ourselves, dressed and headed for home, both of us more than a little subdued. We said very little as we strode along, lost in our own guilty thoughts. Just as we were about to part, however, Jerry brightened. ‘Fancy coming round to my house tomorrow?’ he said. He told me that his mother would be at work so we’d have the place to ourselves.

  “‘That’d be great,’ I replied.

  ‘“It’s a date, then. See you around eleven.’ Jerry’s face suddenly broadened into a grin. ‘Hey and no more jerking off until then.’

  “That proved easier said than done. I tossed and turned uneasily in my bed that night. My mind was in a whirl going over and over what Jerry and I had done together and what might happen tomorrow. According to my Church, all these ‘impure thoughts’ were a sin but the feelings of guilt this caused just seemed to make my cock harder. I was excited as much as anything by the intoxicating shame of my own arousal. Even so, although it took a deal of will power, I didn’t touch myself that night.

  “The next day I killed time earlier in the morning trying to decide what to wear for my ‘date’. A clean white T-shirt and one of my pairs of jeans, I thought. On a whim, I removed my underwear, taking a leaf out of Jerry’s book, and squeezed into the tightest pair of jeans I possessed.

  “I set off, slightly nervous but very excited, the knot in my stomach no competition for the throbbing of my shaft. My growing sense of anticipation and the rough feel of the tight denim against my cock meant that I was in a high state of sexual arousal by the time I arrived at Jerry’s house.

  “When he answered the door I was struck anew by how devastatingly attractive he was, with his blond hair falling over his forehead, that pretty face and lithe, athletic body. He was wearing nothing but the jeans he’d worn the day before, which clung to his form like a second skin.

  “‘Hi there, you’re looking good,’ he said, reaching over and squeezing the bulge in my jeans. I did the same to him, feeling the warmth of his cock beneath the skin-tight denim.

  “‘Would you like a coffee or anything else to drink?’ he asked.

  “‘No thanks, I’m fine,’ I replied.

  “‘You sure are,’ he said with a laugh. ‘Follow me, we’ll go up to my room and fool around.’

  “Once in his bedroom we hastily stripped and were soon on his bed mutually masturbating, our excitement growing and growing. We climaxed simultaneously in great bursting spurts, and then lay together in the afterglow, the come on our bellies intermingling.

  “We washed ourselves and put on our jeans, then went and had a snack and just hung out for a while. But it wasn’t long before our lust erupted again and our swelling members were straining once more against the tight denim that covered them. We were soon naked and erect again, masturbating each other feverishly. And for most of the rest of that afternoon we simply couldn’t keep our hands off each other.

  “‘How about tomorrow?’ asked Jerry, as I was about to leave.

  “‘You bet,’ I replied eagerly.

  “It seemed like an eternity to me until we met the next day. I reckon Jerry must have felt much the same way because as soon as he’d let me into the house he pulled me towards him and kissed me hard. I kissed him right back, savouring the slick, demanding feel of his lips and frantic tongue, and reciprocating for all I was worth. Jerry and I carried on kissing passionately while rubbing our bulging cocks together, getting more and more turned on. We then went up to his room, stripped naked again and began mutually masturbating once more. Then the mood changed . . .

  “‘Kneel down,’ he said all of a sudden, his tone chilly with command. I obeyed in an instant. ‘Now suck me off,’ he added, ‘and make a good job of it.’

  “I was determined to do just that. I engulfed his stiff cock with my lips (it tasted so good, I can’t tell you) and swirled my tongue around its swollen head. My tongue laved his cock, licking the thickness, my lips kissing and rubbing against it so that it flexed and strained against my mouth. Next I began sucking on his shaft with slow regular movements, then faster, then slower, then faster still. I felt as if I was born to give blow jobs. It made me feel deliriously wicked, thoroughly debauched and perverted and sinful.

  “After I’d been blowing him for a while he announced, ‘I’m going to climax real soon now.’ His voice was full of sexual tension but just as commanding as before. ‘When I do,’ he added, ‘I want you to swallow my come, every last drop.’

  “I wanted to do that too, craved it. I could taste the beads of liquid seeping constantly from the slit of his cock and knew that there would soon be a gushing torrent. Then it happened. He emitted a strangled moan and erupted to a shuddering orgasm, his cock gushing wad after wad of creamy come deep into my mouth. And I did exactly as I’d been told. My head still furiously pumping, I drew down every ounce of the semen that spurted onto the back of my tongue, taking it deep into my throat.

  “There’s not a lot to add, Mistress. We carried on meeting in the same way for the rest of that week, and the following Sunday saw me at Mass on my knees again, my cock pulsing constantly as I worshipped that beautiful blond altar server. As a devout Roman Catholic I knew what I was feeling and what I’d done was sinful and wicked in the extreme, utterly depraved, but I just couldn’t help myself. That, Mistress, is my shameful confession.”

  Mistress Catherine had been pleasuring herself constantly throughout my account, her fingers making an increasingly liquid sound. She now removed those fingers, wet with love juice, from between her swollen pussy lips and stood up. “That certainly was extremely wicked, slave,” she said, her eyes shining. “Now remain on your knees and prepare to receive your punishment.”

  Catherine picked up the rattan cane again and gave it a practice swipe. She then went on to cane my already punished backside, beating me severely, one fierce stroke after another in swift succession, until the pain lacing through me was excruciating. I felt as if my body was ablaze as I tried frantically to contain the furious pain. At last I could take no more. “Mercy, Mistress, I beg you,” I cried out, hot tears raining down my cheeks.

  She stopped caning me immediately at that point and moved to my front. She placed herself on all fours, her rear splayed open, the pink opening of her anus twitching invitingly in my face. “Lick my asshole while I go back to pleasuring myself,” she instructed, looking at me briefly from over her shoulder.

  Needless to say, I obeyed and licked her pulsating anal hole for all I was worth. I darted my tongue in and out, feeling her anal muscles contracting around it as she continued to masturbate ever more furiously.

  “Now bring yourself off,” she demanded, her voice throaty with desire. “I want you to come over my asshole and then lick it all up, swallow the lot.”

  Again I did exactly as my Mistress told me. And as she used her fingers to bring herself, trembling ecstatically, to a violent orgasm, I too shuddered to a powerful climax. Convulsions shook my body as my cock erupted, pumping out a stream of ejaculate over her beautiful anus. Then, obedient slave that I am, I licked up and swallowed a
ll that come – every last drop.

  THE OPERA

  Jane, Queensland

  I was bored shitless. These operas were a total waste of my time. My boyfriend Brad’s boss had given him free tickets in a private box and, at the last minute, had insisted he stay back and finish off a proposal. I was pissed off, I can tell you. This guy’s voice was grating on my nerves. I had no idea what he was singing and why everyone seemed to be enthralled by him. I glanced over at the other side of the theatre, noting very little that interested me until I spied a very good-looking guy on the level above.

  He too was in a box and by the looks of things his girlfriend, or whoever was up there with him, was glued to the stage. He looked down at me and at first I wondered if he was really looking at me or just observing the area. It wasn’t until I saw him pick up his little opera glasses and hone in on me that I thought I too would check him out. Fortunately, Brad had insisted I take a pair along, didn’t want me to miss out on anything interesting.

  It was weird, spying on each other. He pulled back first, smirking seductively at me, raising his eyebrow as he pursed his lips, his eyes looking downwards. It took me a second to realize that he was indicating my lower half. I squirmed in my seat, eager for some fun.

  With my eyes still glued to him, I lifted my skirt, exposing a good piece of my thigh. His hand indicated to go further, so I did. He nodded his head in approval. Being an exhibitionist by nature I pushed back in my seat and opened my legs.

  I watched him lick his lips.

  I shifted my gaze to his companion and the woman was still riveted to the stage. With one hand I managed to pull the crotch of my panties over. I could see him nodding his head. I lifted one leg and braced it against the balcony. Now I inserted a finger and began to explore myself. He leaned forwards and I rubbed my clit, enjoying the little show I was putting on for him.

  Suddenly bright lights lit up the area and I quickly pulled my dress back down over my knees and sat up properly. It was the interval. Most people left their seats to have a glass of wine. I stayed where I was, disappointed at having to cut my fun short.

  My mystery man spoke into the woman’s ear and then rose and left. I stayed where I was, hoping it wouldn’t be long before the curtains were back up and the lights dimmed. As the bell rang to indicate that the opera was ready to begin, I eagerly waited for the man to return to his seat.

  Unfortunately he didn’t and after peering through the lenses for at least five more minutes I finally placed the binoculars in my handbag and turned my attention back to the stage. A curtain behind me opened and the very man that I had been looking for sat in the seat that should have been Brad’s.

  Nervous now, I kept my eyes glued to the stage, unsure of what to do. He too seemed to be watching but suddenly his fingers were inching up my dress. I gasped. Should I stop him? Showing him was one thing but allowing him to have his way with me was, well, another. I held my breath as his hand slid under the material and between my thighs.

  His fingers probed at the lacy edge of my panties and I wiggled in the seat, opening my legs for him to give him easier access. I thought I heard him chuckle softly and then his finger was sliding up and down my slit. I moaned with pleasure, leaning back in the chair, shifting my arse so it was hanging off the chair.

  He slipped right in, my pussy wet from my own little play around earlier. My chest rose and fell and my passion built and then he was on the floor between my thighs, his head under my skirt, his warm breath tantalizing my inner thigh before his tongue flickered around my pussy lips. It was thrilling, I can tell you.

  Still pretending to show interest with the opera I had the uncontrollable urge to grab hold of my breasts and tweak my nipples. I was so turned on as his fingers dug deep inside me, it took all my will power not to scream out with desire. He fingered me like that for a few minutes, really juicing me up. But I wanted more, needed more.

  Tapping his head and indicating that I wanted him to move, I slid onto the floor, hoping that the balcony would serve its purpose and not allow anyone to see what we were up to.

  He’d already undone his zip and had his cock in his hand. I flew down to it and gobbled it up into my mouth, sucking furiously, loving the feel of his knob as it slid over my lips and then his shaft was sliding down my throat while I squeezed his hairy balls.

  I needed to be fucked and wasn’t sure how much longer this opera would go on for. I worked my way up to his mouth and kissed him, our tongues lashing at each other’s.

  “Fuck me from behind,” I said, rolling over and wiggling out of my panties.

  He grabbed my hips and I rolled back a fraction, lifting my leg to place over his thigh. He guided his cock into my pussy and began to fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before.

  It was wild, I can tell you. I had no idea who he was or where he came from, all I knew was that I didn’t want him to stop. He grabbed hold of one of my tits and crushed it cruelly while he slammed into me. I was peaking, desperate to come but not wanting this to stop. He felt my pussy contracting and pumped harder, his breath coming out in gasps as he too climaxed.

  We lay there together when it was over and then I felt him move away from me. I wanted to talk to him, find out who he was but he rushed through the curtains and then they fell back and I was all alone. Straightening up my clothing I sat back on the chair. I looked everywhere but couldn’t find my panties.

  On the other side of the theatre the guy was back in his box, whispering into the woman’s ear. She looked over towards me and laughed. I rummaged in my bag and pulled out the binoculars, annoyed that they were laughing at my expense. Focusing in on them I noticed the woman had something red in her hand. She brought the fabric to her nose and seemed to be sniffing.

  A hot sensation prickled me as I realized she was sniffing my panties. She put them in her handbag and smiled at me, kissing the guy full on the mouth. She seemed to be licking his lips, chin and cheeks. With her tongue licking him clean I knew it was me she was tasting and I promised myself as soon as this opera was over, I was going over there to introduce myself to them.

  Just before the end though, Brad arrived. He hugged me, begging forgiveness at having to have left me alone. He said he’d make it up to me but the only thing I wanted then and there was another good fucking.

  Grabbing his hand we raced out and into the car park. Like I said, I loved being an exhibitionist so I allowed him to take me over the bonnet, hoping beyond hope that someone would see us, would demand we stop. Unfortunately, though, no one did.

  “Man, are you wet,” Brad said.

  “It’s the opera, darling,” I said. “I didn’t think anything could turn me on so much.”

  “We’ll have to come more often then,” he laughed as he sunk his shaft in me.

  “Yes, we’ll have to come again and again.”

  DAGGERS

  Angie, Wilmington

  I stood motionless for a moment, staring at the empty hole in the wall, knowing exactly what Nicole expected of me.

  “Ready?” Nicole chimed, her eyes flashing between mine and the hole. My thoughts were a blur of fear, arousal and, most of all, uncertainty. Did I really want this, despite what I had said?

  “Well?” Nicole said. “Don’t you want to?”

  I do, I told myself. I did. Of course I did. Ever since Nicole had explained this to me I had wanted to, had fantasized about it. But it was just that: a fantasy, something I said to make myself seem wilder in front of my friends; something said when I was drunk. Just something I had said, with the assumption that I would never have to really decide, never have to act upon it.

  I had no way of knowing what would happen if I did this – I didn’t even know Nicole, not really – but somehow that excited me even more. I looked at her and felt a strange, wonderful fear. I thought then about how rare it is to experience something so totally unknown, so new. And I remembered the boast I had made earlier at the bar. I’d rather regret something I did than regret someth
ing I didn’t do. I looked once more at the hole, and made my decision.

  Nicole could see it in my eyes and smiled. “Good,” she said. “I’ll go tell them you’re ready.” And she turned and left me, closing the door behind her. I locked it and then stepped to the wall where I instinctively dropped to my knees on the dirty concrete.

  I listened intently for sounds from the other side of the wall, but could hear nothing but the endless thumping of the music. For what felt like an eternity I knelt by the wall, waiting for what I knew was coming. My eyes were fixed on the hole, watching, waiting.

  A soft cock appeared in the opening, hanging limp over the edge, waiting to be sucked. I stared at it. I wasn’t actually going to do this, was I? How could I? How could I not? My heart was racing as I looked over my shoulder, making sure I was indeed alone. I looked back at the waiting cock. I leaned forward, closing my eyes, and I slipped the warm cock between my lips. Instantly I felt it growing in my mouth, lengthening and thickening as I sucked on it. I tried to picture myself, on my knees in a dirty storage closet, sucking a cock stuck through a jagged hole in a wall. I felt ashamed, horrified almost at the depth to which Nicole could make me sink, yet exhilarated at the utter perversity of what I was doing.

  I pulled the cock from my mouth and looked at it, fully erect now, and lapped at the swollen head, nibbled at its spongy softness. Once again I took it in my mouth, its hardness slipping through my wet lips. I tried to imagine who its owner was, what he looked like, how old he was. If he had a girlfriend. Or a wife. Was he tall? Had I seen him in the club? Maybe he was the guy that bought Nicole that drink. I thought suddenly then about protection. I had no idea who this man was, where he’d been. I pushed the thought aside. I couldn’t stop now. Besides, this was part of the adventure, part of the danger. Taking chances. Taking risks.