The Mammoth Book of Erotic Confessions

by Barbara Cardy

  Unable to see his face, to hear the sounds he made, made it nearly impossible to tell if he liked what I was doing to him, much less anticipate when he might come. Still, gauging by the hardness of his cock, I was doing just fine. I held and kneaded the large pouch of balls that had been pushed through the hole as well, caressing them as I moved my head back and forth on the cock. I felt it twitch ever so slightly on my tongue just before releasing its hot fluid into my mouth. I could feel the force of it spurting over my tongue and flooding my throat, could feel it coating my mouth, clinging to my teeth. I was almost frightened at how willing I was to suck anonymous cock, how easy it was for me to receive and swallow a complete stranger’s come.

  Even as I nursed the softening cock it was pulled abruptly from my mouth. Almost immediately another took its place. It was so long that it bumped against my nose before I could move out of its way. It hovered there, impatiently waiting to be sucked, and I crawled under it. Hesitation gone, I wrapped my lips hungrily around this new offering, imagining the smile on its owner’s face as I did. I sucked my second cock of the night, working it into my mouth until the head was in my throat. I almost thought I heard him moan on the other side as I freed him momentarily to catch my breath, staring at his length, now shining wet with my saliva. I fed it back in, groaning loudly at the feel of it between my tingling lips. Back and forth I went, until I felt the warm jets of his come on my tongue. Connected to this man only by his cock, I could still feel his body trembling as he came and could hear him calling out his pleasure, hidden from me just inches away. He filled my mouth until I was leaking, sucking the whole time. Finally he expired and pulled away, disappearing quietly into the dark hole.

  The hole was vacated, then just as quickly occupied again. And it went on, cock after cock magically appearing in the hole and just as mysteriously slipping from view after I had made it come. I was amazed at the variety of manhood offered to me— black and white, long and short, thick and thin. Each had its own unique taste and smell, its own feel. After the fourth, I stopped swallowing. I was afraid I would get sick and end up in the emergency room needing my stomach pumped like in some twisted urban legend. Instead, I let them come in my mouth and then pull out before I spit onto the floor below me. I wondered, suddenly, what a group of cocks would be called. A group of crows is a murder. There’s a pod of whales. A pride of lions. What would a group of cocks be? A stab of cocks? A siege, maybe? How about a brace? After the seventh cock, the closet began to reek of sex, the thick taste of come filling my mouth, my pants legs splattered with it, a cloudy pool of it collecting below me.

  Another cock skewered the hole in the wall like a dagger. A dagger, I thought. A dagger of cocks.

  AFTERNOON ANAL SURPRISE

  Eric, Ithaca

  Looking back on this little incident I can see that she definitely planned the whole thing out systematically in advance. I did have a clue that something a little suspicious was going on that time when we went to the drugstore to pick up a prescription for me, and while I was there talking to the pharmacist I noticed her way down at the end of the aisle picking up a tube of lubricant and a package of condoms and taking them to the register at the other side of the store. I had never seen her buy such things before, and I thought that we really didn’t need them. I didn’t say anything to her about it, deciding that I would just wait her out and see if she was going to say anything. But she didn’t. She worked as a nurse, so I assumed she must have bought these things because one of her nursing patients needed them. After a couple of weeks I just forgot about it.

  Then one lazy, hot weekend afternoon while we were splashing around in the swimming pool, with some occasional playful fondling of each other, she asked me if I’d go up to the bedroom with her and “do something”. Well, of course I would! I had always thought of her as being rather sexually conservative though so I figured that she was just in the mood for some good old-fashioned, traditional, ordinary fucking, as was usual for us.

  When we got up to the bedroom this time though, she surprised me by asking if I’d be willing to do some anal play with her. I certainly didn’t see anything wrong with that but I was a little bit stunned that she would actually suggest this, as she had never expressed any interest in anything anal during the whole four years that we had been together. She got out the KY and a couple of condoms. She told me to slip a condom over my finger and put some KY on it, and she did the same. She then had me lie on my back on the bed with my legs spread and my knees upraised. She was used to giving orders to her nursing patients and I felt almost as if I were one of them, passively following her orders and about to be subjected to some kind of unknown and mysterious procedure.

  She got on the bed on her hands and knees beside me, with her ass pointing in the same direction as my head, and her face near my upraised thighs. She asked me to put my lubed finger in her ass and massage her anus, and at the same time she reached under my thigh and slid her finger in my ass, and began moving it in and out. She put her face down closer, peering around under my thigh, so that she could get a better look at my anus while she moved her finger in and out of it. She had an oddly serious look on her face, as if she were intent on giving me a physical exam.

  At first both of the sensations, that of me fingering her butt and that of her fingering mine, seemed very strange and I felt awkward and silly. After a few minutes of it I started to get used to it and to feel pleasantly peaceful and relaxed, almost entranced. I think I would have been content to just stay there with the two of us massaging each other’s butts for the rest of the afternoon. My cock seemed to have a mind of its own though, and it had become very stiff during the course of our anal play.

  “Do you want to put your penis in there?” she said. I was not expecting this from her at all, and the businesslike and serious way in which she voiced this surprisingly kinky proposition almost made me laugh.

  “Uh, sure.”

  “I think you should use a condom.”

  “OK.”

  I was amused by her professional nurse’s caution and fussiness concerning hygiene. If it were up to me I would have simply skipped the use of the condoms, done the deed and then just washed up well afterwards but that was not her way, and I thought it best to simply follow her lead in this.

  I pulled the condom off of my hand and threw it away, and got a new one and put it on my cock. I got up onto my knees and awkwardly manoeuvred around behind her on the bed. She was on her knees with her face pressed into a pillow and her breasts against the bed. Her butt was sticking almost straight up. I was awed and amazed at the sight of her body in this strangely submissive posture. I had never seen her like this before.

  “Go ahead, put it in,” she said, her voice muffled by the pillow.

  I put the head of my cock against her anus. I started to push and it slipped out of position and almost went into her vagina. I tried it a couple more times but her anal muscles were tight and it kept slipping out.

  “I can’t get it to open up,” I said.

  She reached behind her and put her hand on my cock and positioned the head of it against her anus again. “Try it again,” she said.

  On the next try I pushed it in very slowly, but firmly, holding my cock in place with my hand as I pushed it in. It was very tight, much tighter than her vagina. I heard her inhale a long deep breath as it slid into her. When it was all the way in I stopped and stayed motionless behind her for a minute. I took a breath and held it for a few seconds.

  “What’s wrong? How come you’re not moving? Are you all right?” she said.

  “It’s OK, just let me go slowly, all right? Let me take my time.” In fact the sensation of my cock being gripped tightly by her rectum and anus was quite intense. I was embedded so deeply and so tightly in her that it felt like her whole body had become an extension of my cock. I tried to relax so that I wouldn’t come right away. Gradually I started to feel calmer and more confident, and I started moving my cock in and out of her ass, slowly
and gently. When I could be sure that it wasn’t hurting her and that I wasn’t going to come too soon, I increased my movement so that I was fucking her ass vigorously. I pushed her all the way down so that she was prone on the bed and I was lying on top of her back, still fucking her.

  After humping her like that for a while I thought that I should do something different, and that maybe I could make her come, or at least try to make her come, if I stimulated her clit. I gripped her shoulders and rolled us both over in the bed so that I was on my back and she was lying on top of me, with her back to me and my cock still in her behind. I reached one hand down between her legs and into her pubic hair, and found her clit. I started rubbing it gently back and forth. To my surprise she came very soon, and it seemed to be quite an intense orgasm. She tensed up all over, panting heavily, and I could feel a wave of convulsions pass through her body. When she finally relaxed and I was sure that she was done coming I rolled her onto her side, with my cock still up her rectum. I decided it was time for me to come. I started plunging it in and out of her with long, forceful strokes while I squeezed and fondled her tits from behind. I fucked her pretty hard until I finally came. After my panting had subsided and I stopped moving, she turned her head and said over her shoulder, “You came, right?”

  “Oh my God, yes.”

  We lay there on the bed for a few moments listening to the silence. I felt my cock relaxing and softening after my orgasm, so I started to pull it out of her. She said, “Are you pulling it out? Can’t you stay in a while longer?”

  “Sorry, my cock is through for now. I can’t keep it in you.”

  I pulled off the condom, went into the bathroom and washed off my cock, then came back into the bedroom and collapsed on the bed beside her. We dozed off while the sunshine in the room gradually dimmed and the sky outside the windows darkened into night.

  A WALK IN THE PARK

  Seth, Cornwall

  I’d first seen her as I’d taken Tess for a walk in the nearby city park. The day was overcast as the Labrador and I wandered along the path between the sparsely scattered trees and neatly trimmed grass.

  She walked along the path towards me and her collie rounded on Tess when they drew close. The two dogs faced off with hackles raised. She and I both tugged on our respective leads and tried to bring some calm to the canine confrontation.

  “Sorry about this,” she said in a smooth voice which reminded me of honey, her dark hair cut short. That’s when I noticed her hazel eyes for the first time. There was a sexual confidence in them that sent a thrilling tingle along my spine, my penis stirring.

  I realized I was staring and turned my gaze away as the dogs decided to sniff each other’s backsides rather than fight.

  “I always find it embarrassing when Buster does that,” she commented with a wry grin.

  I nodded and looked at her face, high cheekbones and smooth skin touched by the trace of a light tan. Her lips had a natural pout and her nose was slightly upturned.

  With a gentle yank of Buster’s lead, she then continued through the park. “Bye,” she said over her shoulder, her gaze briefly settling on my crotch before she turned away.

  I looked down to see my erection pressing against my jeans and my blushing increased dramatically.

  I watched her walking away, stared at her shapely backside, which was highlighted by the skirt she was wearing. I’d taken a late lunch and made a deal with myself to do the same the following day in order to meet her again.

  I was living with someone called Stacy at the time, but our relationship had gone sour. We were snappy all the time and the sex was non-existent. She’d started seeing a psychotherapist called Dr Silverman, something she blamed on me. The signs were all there that the relationship was at an end; it was just that neither of us had said so out loud.

  A few days after our first meeting, I saw her in the park again. “Great weather,” I commented as we drew in the sunshine, wishing I’d been able to think of something more original to say.

  She smiled at me, her white blouse revealing the upper slopes of her breasts, her pale bra visible beneath its thin material. “Let’s hope it lasts,” she replied as our dogs said hello in their own, special way.

  “What a way to greet each other,” she commented. “Imagine if we did that every time we met someone.”

  I smiled. “I wouldn’t want to bump into a sweaty sumo wrestler.”

  She chuckled. “It could be quite fun with some people,” she responded with a look which made my penis begin to enlarge. “If we were on leads it would be even more interesting,” she added, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief as her gaze darted briefly to my crotch.

  My cheeks reddened as a jogger passed between us and I became increasingly self-conscious.

  “My name’s Claire,” she said.

  “I’m Seth,” I replied.

  “So, Seth, do you come here every day?”

  I nodded. “Tess would go nuts if she didn’t get her daily walkies. Plus it gets me out of the house for a while.”

  “Things not good at home?” she asked, noting the change in my tone.

  I shrugged. “Everyone’s got their problems.”

  “And sharing them can make things a lot better. Do you fancy coming back to mine for a coffee and a chat?” she asked, her forwardness surprising me.

  “OK,” I said eventually with a nod, wondering what might happen once we were behind closed doors.

  As it turned out all that happened behind the closed door of her terraced house was the consumption of a coffee coupled with a long chat. Claire listened. I told her about the relationship problems and she let me unload without voicing any judgment.

  I got home feeling much better about everything, thinking that mine and Stacy’s problems could be solved. How wrong was I?

  That evening Stacy announced she’d met someone else and was going to leave at the weekend. That evening our five-year relationship finally reached the point of no return. It was over.

  The following week the two-up two-down we’d been renting felt empty. Stacy had taken Tess with her. I was unable to concentrate on the magazine advert I was supposed to be designing. My thoughts kept drifting as I sat before the computer, but they surprised me. They weren’t drifting to Stacy and pining after what had been lost, they were drifting to Claire and all that could be gained.

  I finally decided to go to the park and try to see Claire. Failing that I already knew I’d go to hers and hope she’d be in.

  I ended up sitting on a bench beside the path beneath the bright sun, letting my head rest back slightly, closing my eyes and feeling the warmth on my eyelids.

  “Hi, Seth. No dog with you today?”

  I looked up at Claire with a startled expression, not having heard her approach. I was immediately captured by the gravity of her dark eyes, pulled into their sensual depths. “No. Stacy left me and took Tess with her.”

  “I’m sorry to hear that. Maybe we can share Buster for a while. Why don’t you join me?”

  I smiled and then stood.

  We strolled along the tarmac path without saying much. I could feel the charge of her presence beside me and felt her arm brushing mine from time to time. It gave me a tingling thrill and the desire within me was fanned by the light contact.

  Our arms brushed again and she suddenly stopped in her tracks and turned to me. “Do you feel that?” she asked.

  I knew what she was talking about, could see it in her eyes. I nodded. “Yes, it’s like an electricity.”

  Without another word, we made our way back to her house, the dog almost being dragged the final distance. We knew what we wanted and we wanted it with growing urgency. My pulse quickened and my erection grew. My palms became clammy and I felt an almost feral wildness waiting to find its expression.

  As soon as we were inside the front door of her house Claire pushed me against the wall and pushed her lips to mine. Her hands ran through my short brown hair, gripped the sides of my head as her tongue
pushed into my mouth. Our breathing heavy, we embraced in the hallway, my hands sliding down her back and grasping her buttocks firmly, kneading them as my desire threatened to burst from me in the heat of lust.

  Claire pulled my blue T-shirt up and her lips moved to my chest. She caressed it with hot kisses and ran her tongue across my quivering skin as my heart thundered in my chest. Trails of cooling saliva were left across my nipples as she licked and sucked them, nipped them gently between her teeth to make me gasp, my eyes closing as I was filled with pleasure.

  Her hands went to the buttons of my jeans and her thin fingers hastily undid them. She yanked open the front and then pulled them down with surprising strength. My dark boxers were then taken down and my erection sprang up before her pouting lips as I glanced down at her.

  Her tongue flicked out and cooled the burning tip of my penis. She took it into her mouth, her lips clamping about its thickness as she began to suck me. My eyes closed again and I leaned my head back against the cream-coloured wall, my mouth opening slightly.

  She took me deep, her teeth lightly grazing my penis, tongue snaking about it as I felt the sensations of heat and moisture. My hands moved to her short, dark hair as I drew close to orgasm and I pulled her mouth from me. I brought her face up to mine and we kissed again.

  Taking hold of her shoulders, I quickly pushed her across the hall and up against the wall opposite. My hands went to her breasts and squeezed them. Claire undid her pale blouse and let it fall open, then reached back and undid her bra, which fell away from her breasts. I cupped them, stroked them, pinched the nipples until they were raised and firm. Her cheeks flushed and she ran her nails over my chest, down to my stomach, the muscles twitching in response to her attentions.

  Leaning forward, I took her nipples between my teeth one at a time. She bit at my neck, kissed my shoulders, her hot breath upon my skin.

  Claire reached between us and took hold of my erection, her fingers clasping it tightly. “Condom,” she said breathlessly, looking at me with her dark eyes hooded.