The Mammoth Book of Erotic Confessions

by Barbara Cardy

  Oh my God, what have I done! “Let me up,” I howled, so disgusted with myself I thought I’d puke all over both of us. I couldn’t believe I was letting this old coffin dodger fuck me.

  “You’re dreaming, little girly. No way in hell I’m letting you up,” he grunted, not even slowing down. That cock was still as stiff as a board and going strong. “I’ve got me some good pussy here, and I’m going to fuck it till I get enough if it takes till this time tomorrow.”

  I struggled wildly, trying to get out from under him but with incredible strength he held me pinned to the floor and all the time that cock was pumping into me as inflexible as a billy club.

  To my horror my cunt was already responding to that thing working inside it and my vaginal muscles were involuntarily contracting, biting down on it, striving as hard as that cock was for my next orgasm. Even as I was coming he had jerked me up off the floor and with the strength of a bull he was twisting me around on his cock without ever missing a stroke. “Now I’m going to dog-fuck you,” he said, huffing with the exertion of turning me over. I was on my knees and he was driving it into me from behind. He had put his hand around me and down between my legs, found my clit and was rolling and twisting it in his fingers while he fucked me. “You’re getting it all now, baby,” he said, grunting.

  “I know,” I moaned. I had just come and now I was coming again. “Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhhhh, oh shit, oh shit, ahhhh.”

  While I was coming he had pulled something down off the shelf and plugged it into an outlet without even missing a stroke. Before I realized what he was doing he was sliding something long and slick into my rectum. “Goddamn it, stop!” I screamed. “Don’t!” I was fighting him like crazy, trying to get loose, but he had me in a chokehold and I couldn’t move.

  “Shut up and be still,” he said. “It’s almost all the way in.” He was holding me so tight I couldn’t pull away as he continued to work it into my rectum until it was as far as it would go. All the time his cock was still pumping into me without even slowing down. Suddenly he flipped the switch and the thing was vibrating deep inside me. “Aaah yes,” he groaned. “That feels gooood!”

  My whole insides were vibrating as he continued to work that huge cock in me, smooth, rhythmic, deep, and he was still squeezing and rolling my swollen hard clit between his fingers. Soon I was coming and coming as it climbed higher and higher and, when it finally crested, the orgasm was so violent, I truly thought that this time I was going to die. I was screaming and I couldn’t stop.

  To make a long story short, that old piece of shit dog-fucked me for hours with that vibrator up my ass while he held me pinned to the floor, all the time massaging my clit, making me come so many times I lost track. And when he finally cut loose and blew that stored-up load of come he was riding my back, squealing like a hog, and squirting into me with such force it was filling me up and boiling out of me all over both of us.

  When he finally let me up I was so weak from coming so many times my legs were trembling and it was a while before I could stand.

  I swear I’ve never been fucked like that in my life. To this day I can’t understand it. He was the most disgusting, revolting old geezer you could possibly imagine, and that was the most fantastic, mind-blowing fuck I ever had. I could barely walk for days. To this day I fantasize that he’s fucking me when I masturbate. Sometimes I go by that drugstore and it takes all my will power to keep from going in, to keep from following that old bugger into the backroom.

  PEEP SHOW

  D.D., Queensland

  My girlfriend Mary and I were backpacking around Europe. Staying in Amsterdam we decided to stroll through the red-light district. We were kind of nervous, unsure of how to act and found ourselves standing outside a peep-show entrance. I was shocked when Mary insisted on going in.

  “Don’t be such a prude,” she said. “We said we’d do something outrageous and I’ve decided this is it.”

  Never in my wildest dreams did I think Mary would and I was rapt but didn’t want to let on, didn’t want her to think I was into that sort of thing, but I was. Anyway, I let her talk me into it and we were given our own booth.

  We pulled the curtain around, leaving us in total darkness. My fingers shook as I dropped the coins into the slot. Suddenly the curtain rose and there lying on a bed was one of the sexiest-looking women I’ve ever seen.

  She was lying on her side, one leg crossed over the other, giving her thigh a great line as it tapered down to her foot. She was wearing a black and red lace teddy, cut low at the front with her luscious breasts practically spilling out. I could just see the darkened flesh of her nipple peeking out.

  She looked directly at us, although she couldn’t have seen who we were as a bright light was shining directly over her bed, giving us the privacy we desired. My cock began to throb at the sight of her. I was thrilled that Mary had made me go through with it and I was hoping it was having the same effect on her.

  The woman rose, stretched her arms up high over her head as she turned around. The high cut leg on the teddy rose until it practically disappeared up the crack of her arse. She began to sway as though dancing to music, then turned back to face us. As her shoulders moved about she allowed first one strap to fall, then the other, until her gorgeous breasts were free of the fabric and swayed of their own accord.

  I’ve never seen anyone so hot in my life. She was totally comfortable with herself. It was as though we weren’t even there.

  Anyway Mary gasped as the woman began to peel the teddy down over her sexy hips, inching it down slowly, teasing us with quick glimpses of her pussy and then pulling it back up a fraction. Mary’s hand sought out my thigh and it travelled upwards to my groin as the woman dropped the teddy and kicked the flimsy material away.

  “Fuck, she’s so sexy looking,” Mary whispered.

  I said nothing. She was!

  She was only wearing black lace stay-up stockings, red stilettos and her jewellery. She sashayed towards us and I thought my heart would stop. My cock throbbed painfully as Mary’s fingers caressed it through the fabric. She came right up to the glass and pressed her body against it, her breasts squashed, her pelvis thrust up hard as she gyrated her hips, pushing her mound over the glass, only six inches or so from my very eyes before turning her back on us and slowly walking back to the bed.

  The curtain dropped.

  I’ve never been so disappointed in my life. For the twenty dollars that I’d put in the slot we certainly got our money’s worth but I wanted more.

  “Fuck,” Mary said. “That was great. I can’t believe we did this.” Her face was flushed with excitement.

  “I know,” I breathed as Mary playfully grabbed at my cock.

  “What do we do now?” she giggled.

  “I don’t know.”

  “Should we put some more money in?’

  “Do you want to?”

  “Fucking oath,” she laughed, slipping more coins in the slot.

  As the curtain rose, the woman smiled our way, lay back against her pillows and opened her legs wide for us. She lifted them and placed her feet flat on the bed, then dropped her knees open. Man, it was such a turn-on. Both Mary and I held our breath wondering what she’d do next.

  We didn’t have long to wait as she pulled her pussy lips apart to slide a few fingers inside. She began to finger-fuck herself, half sitting up, pouting her lips, her tongue slipping over them before falling back against the pillows. Then she was pulling the hood of her clit back and rubbing the nub hard, her legs opening and closing as her passion rose.

  I couldn’t get enough of looking at her. Mary never masturbated in front of me. It was such a turn-on, not only for me but for Mary too. The next thing I knew my zip was down and my cock was being swallowed up by Mary.

  She sucked hard and as she sucked I continued to watch the woman. My cock was bursting for release but Mary had other ideas. She lifted her skirt, pulled her panties aside and jumped up on my lap facing the glass so she could watch t
oo. Within two seconds she was sliding down my shaft, her hot wet pussy hugging my cock, squeezing it as she contracted.

  I pulled her T-shirt up and grabbed on to her breasts. One eye was still on the woman who was now in the middle of coming herself. She was up on both elbows, her breasts jutting forwards, her long brown hair cascading down her back. Her mouth was open and I could just see some glistening on her pussy lips as an orgasm escaped her.

  The curtains dropped so I concentrated on Mary, crushing her breasts cruelly as her pussy juices oozed from her. She had her feet up on the seat now so she could slam down on me. My fingers roamed down her back and I grabbed hold of both cheeks, squeezing them before playing around her hole.

  She clenched her arse cheeks together but a quick slap had her relaxing again so I inserted a finger deep into her rectum. She began to moan. The faster I fingered her hole, the louder she got. I knew a powerful orgasm was coming not just from her but from me too. We exploded together; our juices mingled while we caught our breath.

  Giggling voices coming from the outside of our cubicle had us separating and quickly adjusting our clothing. Sheepishly we made our way out towards the exit sign. One cubicle hadn’t drawn their curtain properly and with a quick peek their way I could see the woman giving the same show.

  There were two guys in there. I wondered how they’d cope after witnessing what we had. A door opened and a man rushed out, heading for the entrance. I decided to take a quick peek in there and saw to my astonishment that the two guys that I’d just seen were on a small television screen.

  I looked back to where they were and, yes, it was definitely them. I pulled Mary in with me and we watched with amusement when we saw the two of them undo their zips and begin to wank off. Mary was glued to the television and eventually I had to prise her away forcibly.

  “Do you realize that guy must have been watching us too?” I said.

  “What? Oh, no . . . don’t say that,” she said, reeling back in horror.

  “They must have some sort of camera fitted in the rooms and that guy gets his rocks off watching others watching her.”

  “Well, I hope he didn’t videotape us. I’d hate to end up on some peep-show porno.”

  The thought titillated me. It would make a great porno, I told her. The rest of the trip was spent checking out as many of these peep shows we could see and the whole time I was thinking how going into this business could become really profitable.

  The problem was that it consumed me and in the end Mary and I broke up. She was disgusted with my ideas and about a year later didn’t find what we’d done amusing and was furious when I told some friends.

  The thing is I did have a tape of us together in Amsterdam, back in one of the hotel rooms after we’d been to a session. And, well, I’d become a bit of an exhibitionist. I wanted everyone to see it. Mary looked awesome in it and we played it up so much so that it turned into quite a professional-looking porno.

  Mary didn’t know I’d made two copies and when she insisted I destroy the only one she thought I did so willingly. I’d sent the other in to a production company and they loved it, wanted to buy it and the money was amazing. It’s an overseas company so I didn’t think Mary would ever find out. I mean she did look different then, younger, thinner and her hair was totally wild so I signed the contract.

  Thought all was well until this morning when I received a phone call. Mary is such a hit the public are demanding more, the producers want to pay her an absolute fortune to do a follow up. They don’t want me . . . just her. I said we’d lost contact and they want to do a worldwide publicity search for her. I know I’m in deep shit and I haven’t a clue how I’m going to get out of this one.

  THE ADRENALINE MOMENT

  Jonathan, Centennial

  Lovers come and go. But events, the transformative ones, do not leave. Moreover, some events are not so much experiences as they are symbols. Like constellations in the heavens. To this day, I have yet to achieve the rush of one particular night – a night where I was both a voyeur and an exhibitionist.

  Still, I remember nearly everything. I remember that I had just come from the shower, damp in the nearly airless and thick summery night.

  It was pushing 2 a.m. and my girlfriend was asleep in the bedroom. This was the time of day that was allotted for myself. I had tucked her in and, typically, I used this time to write.

  In the silent darkness of night I have always thrived. I love the cabalistic quiet that envelops me like a cloak. Always feeling that my moves were clandestine, it was as though I had a pact with the world; and that accord was rejuvenated and stamped for arrival every night that I held true to my aim: producing more work; finishing my current novel.

  And so I was sitting on the couch, readying to either get some clothes on, or sit at the computer naked – which I often did when I was bogged down by the heat of August in Colorado. As I was lazily contemplating my next move, I reached down and felt my newly clean-shaven ass and water-softened cock. On this night, I had shaved it all, from the top of my cock down to my ass. I was at a point where this ritual of shaving myself was anything but pragmatic, or pedestrian. No, for me, the shaving sequence – with the highly anticipated first touch after the shower as the intoxicating dessert – still aroused me with an incredible, whirlpool force. Every time I became hard. Every time I had an orgasm, one way or another, immediately after shaving . . .

  Still feeling and playing with myself, I went over and opened the window so I could have a post-shower smoke treatment. As I approached the window, I noticed our blinds were open. I realized this primarily because of the fact that I could see out in this dark of night, across our courtyard and into one of our neighbours’ apartment. Her lights were on.

  But it wasn’t merely the light that caught my glance.

  No, it was the head that was bobbing up and down . . .

  And no, it wasn’t the head of my overweight neighbour. Or my gay neighbour. It was the head of my hot neighbour – the one I had seen walking around in her panties late at night. I had never seen her on the street and would never in the future – I only knew her through our tunnel of paned-glass windows.

  And her head, with her blond hair, bouncing up and down, was like a Fresnel lens, broadcasting its beacon out across the seas.

  At this point, three years in to living in this apartment, I had become accustomed to the sounds and frequent sights that I was privileged to. I had thought that I had covered the continuum. I had heard gay men having sex, seen blow jobs through windows, seen the vague silhouette of people fucking, a girl getting eaten out, two girls making out, another girl shoving her boyfriend’s hand up her shorts and then upon pulling his sticky fingers out she thrust them into her mouth. In this I thought I had heard and seen it all . . .

  But what was about to occur illustrated that this world is much larger than I, always. Once again the world granted me its grand explication that yes, this continuum is always, always more robust than you think. Never believe you know it all or I will show you ignorance . . .

  After spotting my sexy neighbour’s bobbing head, I immediately froze. My first thought was that I should turn off the lights because I wanted to see this one. Stunned and naked and swirling with heat, I slowly backed up to the couch – lightheaded, all the blood in my body settling at my midsection. Without even looking down, I was hard and, moreover, throbbing.

  Nearly paralysed, I fell into the cushions. My pulsating cock like a sailing mast, waving in the placid winds before the tempest.

  Leaning into the couch and completely naked I began to stroke my cock in unison with the bobbing head across the way. Here I was not thinking about a civilized lot. Here I was unable to formulate anything cognitive, with any clarity. Instead, I felt a tingling in that primal core, deep inside me somewhere between my pelvis . . .

  Then, her bouncing head disappeared.

  Still I continued stroking myself. That, alone, was hot enough for me – simply to know that my hot neighbour
was riding a cock. If nothing else, I was just wanting to see them both stand up, completely naked, if they were done. I wanted to see the post-coital ritual: the walks to the bathroom; the ice water from the fridge, the cigarettes, the windows opened. I wanted to see two naked bodies, trembling and still dripping with sex, rise up.

  And that is exactly what they did. But by no means were they done. As soon as they stood, I was certain they spotted me – for they rose and both walked right up to the tall windows before them. Completely naked and erect he thrust her into the glass. They could have angled themselves any which way in the frame but, to my adrenaline delight, they were angled right towards me. As if they knew. As if they saw me before – waiting for them. Stroking my cock . . . Paralysed . . .

  She tilted her head up as he seemed to whisper in her ear. At the same time he pushed her a little further into the glass, pinning her. Forcing her if she wasn’t already willing. Then the guy settled into her, abruptly pulling her ass back into him.

  With one hand assisting in the mounting of her, he pushed himself closer. With his other hand, he turned her head. Towards me.

  With my light on, mine was probably the only well-lit apartment, considering the time of night. They were, for certain – at this point – watching me.

  And I, for certain, was watching them. Stroking my cock – sitting upright; making sure that they had enough light to see me and my clean-shaved cock and balls.

  And the way that they both looked at me, I will never forget. For it was two dichotomous emotions wrapped into one – a sight I have never seen before, for they looked both sheepishly and hungrily at the same time. They looked as though they wanted to tear into this entire situation with every sexual tooth they had, but at once they were stricken and confused with a conglomerate of urgency, fear and adrenaline.

  This for me was the most thrilling eroticism that ever coursed through my body. Like a strike of electricity, finely tuned it was. In fact, the rush was so sharp, both of my legs were shaking. Not trembling, but shaking on the blades of knives.