The Mammoth Book of Urban Erotic Confessions

by Barbara Cardy

  “Shut . . . shut up,” I said, and the words came out nervous and wavering.

  “They don’t have to know, Cotton,” he said, pressing me back against the bed. “They don’t have to know anything as long as you let me have a little fun . . .”

  “No, no, I don’t want you to do that,” I whined, and I squeezed his thigh twice with my free hand, our signal to let him know I was fine and wanted him to keep going. “No, stop, come on, Rick, quit.”

  “Shut up, Cotton, I’m not really going to hurt you . . .”

  His voice was playful, but there was nothing hesitant about the way that he pushed me on my back again and kneed my legs apart to lie down between them. When I squirmed like I wanted to get away, he gave me a sharp slap on the inner thigh, leaving a red handprint on my pale skin.

  “Owwww, Rick . . .”

  “Quiet, Cotton. I’m not going to tell you again.”

  I sniffled loudly. The smack had hurt, but it sent electric tingles straight to my pussy, which he was now touching just as I had earlier.

  “You’re so pretty, Cotton,” he muttered, tugging the white fabric to one side. The elastic bit into my legs, but it was less important than the way he was running one knuckle up and down my slit.

  “You know you’re pretty, too, don’t you, sis?” His tone was menacing and I didn’t know whether to agree or not.

  “Yeah, you do,” he continued. “You know exactly what it does to all the boys when you strut around in that little skirt.”

  “It’s for school,” I protested weakly, and he gave me another slap on the thigh that made me yelp.

  “You get all those boys hard, and you love it, don’t you?You love knowing that they’re whacking it and thinking about shoving their cocks into your sweet tight little pussy.”

  The words turned me on so much that I could smell how wet I was, and when he shoved two fingers deep inside me, there was no resistance at all. I wailed anyway, completely entranced with the idea that he was my brother, and that he was fucking me with his fingers and snarling those dirty words into my ear.

  “This is what they want to do with you, Cotton,” he growled. “They want to shove their dicks right up into your tight little cunt, and they want to hear you wail like a bitch in heat, you know that?”

  “Yes!” I cried out, thrashing against the pillows. “Please, Rick, quit, quit, I’ll be good, OK?”

  Instead of getting off of me, he grabbed my panties and ripped them right off my body. He was so rough that I knew I would have lines on my legs.

  “Yeah, you’re going to be good, Cotton,” he said. “You’ll be good because I’m gonna make you think twice about walking around in such little skirts ever again. Roll over on your stomach.”

  When I was slow to obey, he snorted and flipped me over. The force of it took my breath away, and then he was prying my legs apart. I could tell that I was soaking the bedspread, and the thought made me moan and buck my hips.

  His hand was warm when it slid over the curve of my ass. I squealed when he pinched me, and I tried to buck him away, but I quieted to soft whimpers when he landed another good spank on my ass.

  “Don’t make me take off my belt, Cotton,” he warned. “Don’t make me tan your hide just like Dad does.”

  I bit my lip at that. Rick was so, so good at reading me, and when he chuckled, I knew that he could tell how much hotter that little detail had made me.

  “This is all for me,” he muttered. He flipped up the tail of my shirt so that he could kiss my back, and his wet hot tongue made me sigh with pleasure. I was relaxing into it when he abruptly decided that he had had enough and stretched out on top of me.

  In this position, I could feel the column of his cock against the small of my back through his jeans. I could tell how hard he was, and that made me whine.

  “Feel how big that is, Cotton?” he whispered. “This big thing is going to go straight into that tight pussy of yours.”

  “No, no . . .” I gasped. I could hear the fear in my own voice, and that turned me on and even brought a few tears to my eyes.

  “I’ll be good, Rick,” I pleaded. “Please, get off of me. I’ll be good, I promise . . .”

  “Yeah, you’ll be good, you’ll be good because you’re going to be too fucking sore to go screwing around . . .”

  I felt him lift off and fumble with his fly, and then I felt his hot cock stroke against my ass. I knew exactly how good it would feel inside me, but I loved the idea of being the innocent, naive girl who was scared out of her wits by her older brother.

  “No, no, Rick, it’s going to hurt! It’s going to hurt me!”

  “Bite down on the sheet if you have to,” he told me heartlessly. “Because it’s going to go all the way in you, Cotton.”

  That was all the warning he gave me before I could feel the big blunt tip of his cock splitting my pussy open. I was so wet that I was slippery, but that didn’t change the fact that I was tight. Usually he opened me with his fingers, but this time, we both agreed that that didn’t fit in with this particular scenario. Instead, he went slow, and I put my hand back on his knee, ready to squeeze tight three times if I was in trouble.

  The burn was slight but present and I let myself sob into the sheets.

  He’s hurting you, he’s fucking you, I told myself, and I did just as he told me to and bit down on the sheet. Something about the high and desperate noises I was making made him swear, and then his hands landed hard on my hips, holding me still as he pushed in all the way. I could feel his balls heavy against me, and I could hear him panting above me.

  “Fuck,” he whispered, and I moaned, trying to squirm away. The pleasure was maddening, and as if he could read me like a book, he started to fuck me.

  He could have slammed into me and made me scream, but instead, his strokes were long and deep, rolling against me like he had all the time in the world.

  “I’m going to fuck you like this every night,” he said, almost conversationally. “You’re going to go to school with your panties dripping and my cum leaking out of you. You’re going to know exactly whose slut you are, and you’re going to be so fucking sore when you’re sitting in class . . .”

  Every word he said just made me hotter and hotter, and desperately I slid my hand down between my stomach and the bed. This felt amazing, it was everything I had wanted him to do, but I could never come without touching my clit. In the position we were in, he felt fantastic, but my poor clit wasn’t getting any attention at all.

  I just managed two tantalizingly light strokes, when he drew out of me rapidly, making me wail, and then he flipped me over again.

  Before I could do much more than offer a squawk of protest, he grabbed my guilty hand and shook it at me.

  “Bad, bad little girl, Cotton,” he sneered. “Did you think this was supposed to feel good?”

  Well, yeah, I thought, but before I could even think about smarting off, he shoved my own fingers in my mouth. My juices were slick on my lips and I could taste how hot and salty I was. It made me moan in embarrassment and excitement, and he pulled them out again.

  “You don’t get to come until I say so,” he said, “or I really will take off my belt.”

  My eyes dropped down his clothed body to where his cock protruded from his jeans. I could see how wet it was from being in my body, and I felt my body flush with heat. He was so hard, and he wanted me, and for a moment there was no fantasy, just my husband, who would do practically anything for me.

  I was quickly snapped back to the scene at hand when Rick gathered both my hands in one of his and pinned them above my head.

  “I’m going to teach you to fuck like a real woman, Cotton,” he muttered. “I’m going to make you into the perfect little slut.”

  He nudged my legs even wider, making me feel the stretch up my thighs.

  “Put your legs around my waist. Pull me into you.”

  I did as he said, relishing the feel of his muscular clothed body between my legs. He let go
of my hands to steady my hips, and I was wound as tight as ivy around him.

  “Yeah, that’s good,” he breathed. “That’s perfect. I can feel you tighten up around me like that, do that some more.”

  With a stifled moan, I did as he said, milking his cock with my body. His body shook, and I knew how much he wanted to come.

  For long, drawn-out moments, I was sunk into my fantasy. It was dirty and wrong, and I loved every second of it. I was torn between pretending that I didn’t want what was going on and being so turned on by it that I would have screamed if he’d tried to take it away from me.

  With a final snarl, he thrust deep inside me, and I felt him let go. It was like he flooded me, and that made me whimper as well. It was too much, he was too much, and I was overwhelmed.

  After a few moments, he touched my face, and I looked up at him, dazed. My body was still shaking with need, but I could barely speak. I was keyed up and running hot and I couldn’t speak if he ordered me to.

  “Poor baby,” he said in something like his normal tone. “Poor sweetheart . . .”

  He rolled us over to our sides, and he cuddled me against his chest. I hiccupped a little, like I had been crying, and he made a soft shushing sound.

  “Just let your big brother take care of you, sweetness,” he crooned. “I know how to make little girls like you happy.”

  He slid his finger between my legs, pressing firmly on my clit with a slow steady motion. My hips started to rock, and I pressed my face against his chest, taking the comfort he was offering. My first movements were unsteady, as if he were teaching me something brand new, and that thought made me move faster, pushing myself more insistently against him. I was pressing myself so hard against his fingers that it almost hurt; and that, combined with the lingering soreness of my pussy, made me sob with pleasure.

  “Oh, please, please,” I whimpered, but I couldn’t even have told you what I was asking for.

  “Come on, baby, just for me, huh? Come just for me . . .”

  That was all it took to push me over the edge, and I came, digging my nails hard into his chest through the shirt. The pleasure rocketed through my body, leaving me whimpering for breath.

  We haven’t played like that since that time. It left me feeling too emotionally raw to handle it on a normal date night, but sometime soon, Rick promises, he’s going to take me away for a weekend, and then my pretend big brother can catch me drinking on the school trip.