The Mammoth Book of Erotic Confessions

by Barbara Cardy

  I shook my head.

  “Wait here,” she instructed, pushing me away, and quickly walked along the short hall and up the stairs to her bedroom.

  I listened intently and heard the sound of hasty movements from upstairs. My breathing was heavy and I took a few deep breaths, sweat cooling on my forehead.

  When Claire descended the stairs she was completely naked. Her dark pubes were neatly trimmed and I could see the petallike lips of her vagina protruding from them, beckoning me to part them, to penetrate within.

  She approached as she pulled the foil wrapping from the condom she’d retrieved and then quickly rolled it down my penis as I ran my fingers through her hair.

  “Screw me against the wall,” she whispered huskily. “Screw me hard.”

  She held my erection in one hand as I lifted her onto it and with the other hand she opened her fleshy lips. I slid into her warmth, deep between her legs. Claire let out a sigh of satisfaction and she wrapped her arms about my neck and I used the wall to support her weight. With her breasts pushed against my chest and legs about my hips, I gyrated and she moaned in response to the movements within her.

  Then I began to move in and out. I could feel my penis sliding back and forth, moistened by her desire as her nails dug into my shoulders and she kissed my shoulders.

  My movements became faster, my thrusts more powerful. I pushed into her as she bit my shoulder while stifling a yell of pleasure. Her buttocks slapped against the wall. My penis moved back and forth, parting her, penetrating her, bringing us both closer to orgasm.

  The smell of sex and sweat filled the air. She moaned with growing intensity as my hips moved rapidly. The rhythm grew to a peak, our bodies entwined in the heat of the moment and our lust.

  She let out a yell and I felt all the tension evaporate from her body as the warm waves of orgasm rolled through her. A moment later I found my own release, grunting with eyes closed as I bucked within her, my hips stilled, my erection buried between her legs.

  We sank to the floor and she manoeuvred herself onto me. She turned her back, my penis still erect within her. I sat up and kissed the back of her neck as she ran her fingernails over my testicles. My hands reached round to caress her breasts, holding them, taking the stiff nipples between thumbs and fingers to pinch and roll them.

  She began to move in gentle circles on my erection as her knees rested on the floor to either side of me. I stroked her inner thighs as I sat behind her, my fingertips making their way up between her legs. The index finger of my right hand moved between her damp lips as she began to move up and down on my erection. I rubbed at her clitoris, its stimulated nerve endings making her jump and shudder as another orgasm grew.

  Pushing herself up time and again, Claire let herself drop with force onto me. Each time she let out a slight moan as her speed increased and I continued to rub her clitoris, my left hand moving back to her breasts.

  The motions grew in intensity as she slammed herself down onto my hips, my penis penetrating deep inside her, filling her with its swollen stiffness. Claire bounced up and down, sweat covering her body, muscles jumping as her clitoris sent pulses of pleasure through her. Then, with a loud shout, she came for the second time, almost falling from her perch upon me as her body sagged, muscles trembling with the effort and the ecstasy.

  She slowly climbed off me. “My eyesight’s blurred,” she said with a smile. She blinked a few times and then lay beside me.

  I looked into her dark eyes as her right hand moved to my continuing erection and she gripped it tightly. With building momentum, she began to masturbate me and nuzzled my neck.

  Then, with a temporary stiffness of my body, back arching slightly, I came. The movements of her hand ceased but she continued to grip me and felt the gentle bucking of my release, her smile growing.

  I looked at her flushed cheeks and she took her hand from my rapidly fading erection. I stroked the small of her back with my fingertips and followed the upper contours of her buttocks. “You know, I think I’d be quite happy if we had to greet each other like dogs do,” I said jokingly as I squeezed her backside.

  She chuckled.

  The doorbell suddenly rang and we both jumped.

  “Shit! What’s the time?” asked Claire in a hushed voice, glancing at the nearby front door.

  I reached for my discarded jeans and took my mobile out of the right-hand pocket. “It’s just gone two,” I replied.

  “That’ll be my two o’clock client,” she said as she got up, having to lean against the wall momentarily, her legs weak.

  “Your two o’clock appointment?” I asked in confusion.

  “I’m a psychotherapist. My lounge doubles as my consultation room. You’d better get your things together and hide in my bedroom until I’ve taken them through for their session.”

  “A psychotherapist,” I echoed, keeping my voice low as I got to my feet.

  She nodded. “Yes, Dr Claire Silverman,” she replied as I looked at her in surprise.

  COLLEGE REUNION

  Liza, Denver

  Every year, our class from technical college got together for an informal reunion. There were twelve of us who had been close – tearing our hair out as we tried to beat coursework deadlines, studying and partying with equal fervour, groaning through exams and then getting together afterwards in BJ.’s Bar to compare notes, drink pitchers of beer and devour the chicken wings.

  After we graduated, most of us inevitably found jobs in other cities and moved away, but a core group of us faithfully attended every reunion. I had found work locally and still lived in the same town, so my small house was often the focus of our gatherings. We always had a lot of fun on those nights, sprawled in my living room with beer and pizza, reminiscing over our college days.

  Steve, Mandy and Juan were my closest friends from college days. Mandy had been out with both of them at one time or the other, and loved to talk about what they were like in bed. The boys didn’t mind being teased, and were quite happy to let her talk. They showed no jealousy, and even seemed to enjoy the camaraderie that sharing the same woman brings.

  I’d always wished I had asked Juan out. He had a great sense of humour, and a way of holding your hand while gazing earnestly into your eyes that made you feel like the only person in his world. The soft friction of his thumb, rubbing over the back of my hand used to make me wonder what his fingers would feel like on other, more intimate parts of my body. But I never asked him out as, unlike Mandy who only wanted a good time, I thought I might fall hard for him, and maybe that would have spoiled the special friendship the four of us shared. So I contented myself with fantasies, and listened vicariously, whenever Mandy told me about what he was like in bed.

  “His mouth, Liza,” Mandy would sigh. “His wonderfully, devilish, exquisitely hot mouth. His tongue goes so far inside you it feels like a cock, and he has a way of fluttering it over your clit so that you just come and come again . . .” Her words tailed off as her eyes became unfocused. “Hell, I’d marry him for his tongue alone.”

  “So why don’t you?” I asked curiously.

  Mandy grinned. “Because a tongue’s only part of it. There’s also Steve’s cock, Tony’s fingers and Matt’s cute little hairy ass.”

  Our five-year reunion started off as normal. As usual, Steve, Juan and Mandy planned to stay at my place. Mandy and I in my bed; Steve and Juan in the lounge. We met the others in B.J.’s and enjoyed a raucous evening of laughter, along with the obligatory pitchers of beer.

  The evening was drawing to a close when Mandy pulled me to one side. “I won’t be staying at your place, Liza,” she said with an impish grin. “I’m going home with Raoul.”

  “Raoul?” I boggled slightly. Of all the men in our class he seemed the most unlikely to find Mandy’s favours. Skinny and dark, he was the antithesis of her preferred type.

  “Yeah.” She looked anxious for a moment. “I really like him. I don’t want to rush things, but I really think he could be The O
ne.”

  I squeezed her arm reassuringly. “You go, girl! And come and see me before you leave tomorrow to give me the details. All the details!”

  “Sure thing.” She winked, and was gone, out into the night on Raoul’s arm.

  That left Steve, Juan and me. We made our weaving way back to my place and plunked on the couch. But it was late, and I was tired, so I soon made my excuses and headed off to bed.

  Steve’s question stopped me in my tracks. “Hey, could we sleep there with you?” he said. “Your king-size bed will hold three of us, and it’s gotta be better than the floor.”

  I shrugged. “Sure, why not.” I didn’t see a problem; I’d known both of them for years and trusted them implicitly. Besides, what harm could I come to with both of them there? Even if I was tempted to oh-so accidentally roll against Juan while I was sleeping, and press myself against him, I could hardly do anything with Steve in the bed too.

  I woke some hours later. I was in the middle between the two guys, on my side, facing towards Juan. He faced me, sleeping soundly. The covers were pushed down around his waist and his golden chest rose and fell slightly with each breath.

  It was Steve who had woken me. He was spooned behind me, and I could tell he was awake by his erratic breathing. His hand had crept over my waist, and was gently stroking the skin between my shirt and my panties. His touch was hypnotic, as it traced the line of my panties, over and over.

  As he breathed out his hips pushed forwards, just enough that I could feel the large ridge of his erection brushing my ass. He obviously thought I was still asleep, and he seemed to be very careful not to take advantage of me. His body was angled away from mine, so that I wouldn’t feel how aroused he was. But the occasional light press of his cock against me was a dead giveaway.

  His fingertips stroked lightly around the top of my panties, hesitated a moment, as if they were going to dip down inside, before continuing on their aimless path. But they were having an effect. Arousal, hot and urgent, coiled deep in my belly, and my pussy throbbed with the need to be touched.

  Still feigning sleep, I stole a look at Juan through half-closed eyelids. He was sleeping soundly, snoring lightly. I shifted slightly, as if in sleep, and pushed my bottom back against Steve’s erection.

  He gasped quietly, obviously thinking I was asleep, and gently tried to move back away from me. His fingers had stilled on my belly.

  Subtlety wasn’t enough. I drew in a shuddering breath to let him know I was awake and shifted so that his fingers slid inside my panties. I could feel them resting just above my pubic hair. At the same time, I pressed back again and rubbed my bottom lightly up and down his cock.

  He didn’t need more of a hint. Spooning harder against me, Steve’s fingers delved down between my legs, and one insinuated itself between my slick folds. I could hear the gentle squelch as he moved it into my wet pussy. He added a second finger to the first, and his thumb rubbed gently over my clit.

  I was close to coming when he stopped and withdrew his hand. But I forgot about my frustration when I felt him moving behind me and his hands tugged at my panties. I lifted my hips slightly and let him pull them down my legs, and my eyes closed in anticipation when I felt his naked cock press down, seeking between my thighs. I raised a leg to give him access and the tip of his cock probed the folds of my cunt.

  It was difficult, with the angle, but he dropped his hips down, and thrust up. My eyes shot open as he filled me, and his thick cock was clasped within my pussy walls.

  So much for being silent. I was looking straight into Juan’s warm, brown eyes. For a second I was mortified, then Steve started thrusting behind me, and his fingers came down over my belly again to finger my pussy.

  Juan propped himself up on his side and smiled. His fingers deftly undid the front buttons of my shirt and he pulled it open so that he could see my breasts. When his fingertips touched my nipple, I exploded into orgasm, clenching around Steve’s cock, as his fingers worked themselves frantically over my clit.

  Aftershocks rippled through me as Steve continued to pump. With Juan awake, Steve abandoned any attempt at silence and fucked me hard, banging my ass with every thrust. With a roar his thrusts disintegrated into frantic spurts and he came hard, flooding me with his seed. He collapsed back, his cheek against my shoulder, his dick still embedded.

  I exhaled in a great, shuddering breath, and Juan smiled. His hand came up to stroke my cheek, and he leaned forwards and kissed me. It was a tender kiss, a first kiss, a lover’s kiss. It was the sweet goodnight kiss from a boyfriend, not the lusty just-fucked kiss bestowed upon a woman with another man’s cock buried up to the hilt in her cunt.

  I kissed him back just as tenderly, and for long moments we explored each other’s mouth. Then his lips slid from mine, down my neck, kissing gently over my skin, until finally his lips closed over my nipple. His warm tongue swirled over the peak, sending ripples down my belly, so that my pussy shivered around Steve’s cock. For long minutes, Juan laved each nipple in turn, before sliding lower, his lips running over my belly until they rested just above my pubes.

  Behind me, Steve rose up to see, and his cock twitched and thickened, rising to half-mast inside me.

  Oh God, I thought deliriously. He’s not going to . . . Mandy’s words about Juan’s talented tongue came rushing back to me.

  Juan’s mouth dropped lower. With careful fingers, he parted the lips of my pussy and, uncaring of my slippery just-fucked state and of Steve’s twitching cock still wedged inside, he put his lips to my clit and sucked. His tongue flickered, running over my throbbing nub. Mandy was right – he was a master. He seemed to know instinctively exactly the right pressure and speed, exactly how I love to be touched. My orgasm built inexorably, until I came with a gasp, my inner muscles spasming so hard that my stomach muscles ached.

  Juan raised his glistening mouth, and I pulled him up to me by the hair. We kissed, tenderly, then fiercely, slurping and devouring each other. My hands delved down to his groin. He was hard, his cock a silky, steel shaft. Behind me, Steve was erect again, and starting to tentatively thrust, but I ignored him – it was Juan that I wanted.

  Steve’s thrusting held me pinned, so I tugged on Juan’s arm until he took the hint and moved higher in the bed. His groin was level with my face, soft brown hair and musky scent. His cock pulsed in front of me. Bending towards him, I licked around its proud helmet, savouring the smoothness, the single salty drop of fluid that seeped from its tip.

  Juan groaned, and his fingers clenched painfully in my hair. His hips moved forwards, instinctively, silently urging me to take him deeper.

  Behind me, Steve was in fine fucking rhythm, holding my hips as he pummelled me from behind. He felt good, hard and fierce, and the aftershocks of orgasm rippled through me. Too soon for me to climb to my peak again, but the sheer eroticism of the moment made up for that. Two men, two glorious handsome men, taking me, loving me, fucking me. It was everything I’d ever fantasized about and then some.

  Juan’s cock bobbed enticingly in front of me. My tongue darted out and licked carefully around the rim, then, taking pity on him, I took the whole thing in my mouth. He wasn’t particularly long, but he was thick, mouth-wateringly solid, dusky gold along the shaft, darker at the root.

  I pushed on Juan’s chest, rolling him over onto his back, and then I lifted myself away from Steve’s cock, ignoring his moan of disappointment. My attention was fixed on the mouthwatering expanse of Juan’s golden skin. Straddling him, I eased myself over his cock. Steve’s seed was sticky on my thighs, sliding out of my cunt, but I didn’t care. I wanted Juan’s great golden cock, wanted to feel it inside me hammering my pussy as hard as it could. I wanted to come again and again, until my teeth ached.

  Juan’s eyes were slits of pleasure as I sank down over him, taking him inside in one smooth movement. His hands rested on my thighs, and he let me do the work, rising and falling on his prick with rhythmic motion. I was vaguely aware of Steve pumping his coc
k into his fist, but Juan filled my vision. His hips undulated in time to my motion, and his hands clenched and unclenched on my thighs.

  The pressure built once more and I came hard, just as Juan thrusted up, spurting his juice into me, and Steve climaxed with a roar, spilling himself over his hand.

  The next morning, the three of us shared breakfast as if nothing had happened. If it wasn’t for the pleasurable ache between my legs, I might have thought I’d dreamed it all. Steve kissed me goodbye that afternoon and returned to Baltimore. Juan stayed, and we spent the afternoon lazily curled up on the couch, watching TV and caressing each other’s skin, making love when the mood took us.

  Around six, the door burst open and Mandy rushed in. “Liza! Have I got a story for you. You won’t believe what Raoul is –” She broke off, her eyes wide, as she took in Juan and I, naked on the couch. “On second thoughts, you just might have the better story!”

  TIA MARIA

  Paul, Madrid

  I had tired of the cities, of the hustle and the bustle, had had my fill of culture; I had seen Gaudi’s Barcelona and Dali’s Figueras, had visited the Prado and the Alhambra and the Escorial. Now I wanted something more peaceful, more rustic.

  A two-hour bus journey took me inland, to such a nowhere place that I wondered why it should merit a bus service at all. A church at one end of the square was perhaps the most unremarkable I had seen during my months in Spain, the small hotel at the opposite end seemed clean and welcoming but could have been anywhere. There was nothing to distinguish the buildings and the town struck me as more a place to pass through rather than arrive at.

  Arrive I had, though, so with my rucksack slung over my shoulder I strolled around the square, glanced in the windows of a shop or two, smoked a cigarette as I sat by the fountain in the centre of the square. There were quite a few people about, but not so many that they needed to compete for space, as they seemed to do in other places I had been, and none who were obviously tourists. Most seemed unhurried and contented, some smiled a silent greeting at me as they passed, and it occurred to me that the town’s charm might be in its very anonymity, that the most remarkable aspect of it was that it was so unremarkable.