The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotic Confessions

by Barbara Cardy

  She smiled as she came back to me. “I’m glad because I plan to punish you every night this week,” she said. “Now it’s my turn. Would you like to see me naked?”. I looked at her and sat up, nodding. In one quick move, she dropped her nightie to the floor. She let me take her in, her body small, tanned and tight. Her breasts were the only things that had any fat on them. They were large with very dark, hard nipples. She reached for her panties and took them down. She was shaved bare so I could easily see her pussy lips and wondered how wet the spanking had made her. “Have you ever tasted a girl?” she asked.

  “No.” I answered, feeling very young and naive next to my beautiful, experienced cousin.

  “Come here,” she said, as she sat on her bed, her legs spread wide. “Come kneel between my legs and taste,” she continued as I knelt. She pulled my head into her pussy and I inhaled her scent. She was all hot and wet and a little sweaty. I would forever call it the scent of arousal because she was so moist that when I put my tongue to her, it just slipped right over her pussy. With my hands I parted her thighs further as she lay back and closed her eyes. She moaned as I licked and sucked and then, when I put my finger inside her pussy, she came, her hips moving in time with my finger.

  Mina did as she promised, each night spanking me either with her hand or the hairbrush. On her last day before she left, my parents told me to take Mina to the mall for a few hours so she could do some shopping. Mina ran upstairs to grab her bag and when she was ready, we headed out. She didn’t say anything until we were alone in the car and on our way.

  “How’s you bum?” she asked, reaching over to plant a kiss on my lips.

  “It smarts,” I answered, keeping my eyes on the road and my hands on the steering wheel.

  “Are you going to miss me when I’m gone?” she asked. “Miss your spankings?”

  It took me a moment to answer. “Yes.”

  She then turned away and surprised me by taking my book out of her bag. She opened it. “Tell me your favorite part,” she said.

  “First tell me if you’ve ever done anything like this before.”

  “My sorority sisters used to spank me,” she said matter-of-factly. “Only when I needed it. And I have to admit, I sort of liked it.”

  That surprised me and when she continued, I was absorbed by her story. The sorority sisters would gather every Friday night before dinner for punishments. The offenders would be called out and made to stand at the head of the group, bend over a small, old-fashioned school desk, lift their skirts and lower their panties. Each girl could choose whether she wanted to face the crowd or have her bare backside to them, although sometimes the group called out what they wanted and the girl would have to obey. Mina admitted facing the group was more humiliating than having her bare ass to them, but she always enjoyed watching a girl’s face as she was punished, too, although both views were apparently pleasing. Well, they would sometimes use a paddle and sometimes a strap, and that hurt the worst. The girls who were being punished would have to count out the strokes and, once it was over, kiss the instrument that was used and thank the sister delivering the punishment before returning to the audience.

  I was so engrossed in the story that I almost missed our exit to the mall. Once I parked the car, I opened the door but Mina pulled on my arm to wait.

  “I brought something with me,” she said, taking out my hairbrush.

  “We can’t! Not in here!” I answered, panicked someone might see.

  She laughed and told me not to worry. She’d find a quiet spot for us where she could give me my final punishment before she left.

  We spent an hour or so shopping, walking in and out of stores like we were just two friends out for a nice day. Then, when we were at one of the larger department stores, Mina told me she had to use the restroom. I knew it was time from the look on her face and I nearly creamed my panties as we walked towards the restrooms. Once there, Mina pulled me into the “family room”, the room designated for use by families with small babies. It was large and even had a comfortable couch on one wall, I guessed for breastfeeding moms. Mina took out the hairbrush and looked around.

  “Go stand facing the couch, Lara.” I did as she said. “Take your shorts and panties down and put your hands on the seat of the couch.” I again followed her instructions, taking everything down to my ankles and bending over, arching my buttocks high and spreading my legs to shoulder width. “Count!” she ordered when she began.

  I counted: one, two, grunt, three . . . having to brace myself against the back of the couch when the brush came down harder on my soft, bruised cheeks. I turned to watch Mina as I counted. Her expression was concentrated and fierce as she brought the brush down again and again and as the burning intensified, so did the heat between my legs. Once we reached thirty, I would have collapsed but I knew she liked to see her work when she was finished so I held my position. Mina knelt behind me and I stepped out of the clothes that had bunched up around my ankles, taking my legs wider. Facing forwards, I hoped she would do what I so wanted her to do. Her hands spread my cheeks further and, without a word, she ran her tongue over my sex. I moaned when she moved around, wrapping her mouth over my clit and pushing her fingers inside me. A few moments later, she withdrew and lay with her back on the couch.

  “Come lay on top of me, Lara,” she said.

  I was so aroused that I didn’t have to think. I straddled her, lowering my soaking sex onto her waiting mouth, and as she began to lick me, I buried my face in her delicious pussy, took her clit into my mouth, and sucked. Someone knocked on the door at this point but neither of us answered, we just kept licking and sucking until we were both bucking with orgasm.

  When we finally left the restroom, we met the glaring stares of a couple and their two small children. Mina smiled and greeted them, then took my hand in hers as we walked back down the hall, both of us wholly satisfied, at least for the moment. Instead of more shopping, we got back into the car and kissed each other goodbye.

  Although Mina didn’t end up getting that internship, we’ve seen each other a few times since that first visit. Whenever we meet, I bring my hairbrush with me and although it hasn’t always been possible, we have managed to sneak away for our secret sessions now and again. I don’t know if we’ll ever stop, maybe when we’re both in committed relationships, but for now, I’m content and happy and believe she feels the same.

  HOUSEMATE HUMILIATION

  Leah, Walsall

  When Juliet and I advertised that we had a room to let, we didn’t realize it would lead to us meeting the girl who would turn our very loving twosome into the kinkiest of threesomes. Our last housemate, Cheryl, had left to go backpacking round Australia with her boyfriend, and we needed to find someone to replace her in order to help meet the payments on our mortgage.

  We must have seen a good dozen applicants before Anna turned up on the doorstep. I wouldn’t say we were picky, but whoever shared with us not only needed to be cool with the fact Juliet and I are a couple, but had to have a lifestyle that offered us plenty of opportunities to have the house all to ourselves, so we could play our favourite sex games.

  You see, you’re as likely to find Juliet and me in the kitchen as the bedroom, because nothing turns me on like the feel of cold metal against my skin. It’s a strange fetish, I know, but one that my gorgeous girlfriend knows just how to satisfy. When she runs the back of a teaspoon over my stiff little nipples at the same time as she’s plunging two fingers deep into the clutches of my pussy, she can have me screaming the walls down in pleasure.

  Juliet also likes to take the lead in our sex games, and she plays the part of the strict but loving mistress to perfection. Most of the time, my orgasm is at her discretion; it can be frustrating, because only once she’s fully satisfied – and she takes some satisfying, believe me – am I allowed to come.

  Of course, we didn’t tell Anna any of this as we showed her round the house, explaining how the washing machine worked, how to deal with the
slightly temperamental shower and how to separate the rubbish for recycling. We’d made our minds up pretty much as soon as she stepped through the front door that she’d be someone we’d be happy to share with. Not only was she bright and sparky, with the same sense of humour Juliet and I shared, her job as a nurse meant she’d be working shifts on a regular basis, which suited us down to the ground. When we told her the room was hers if she wanted it, she didn’t hesitate to accept.

  Anna settled in just as easily as we’d hoped she would, and soon it was like we’d all known each other for years. Juliet and I weren’t overly physical around her, even though she’d realized almost without having to be told that we were lovers, though we couldn’t resist cuddling on the sofa together on those evenings when the three of us watched silly rom coms and worked our way through a couple of bottles of wine. And when Anna was busy on the night shift, the two of us took every advantage of her absence to play our favourite games of domination and submission.

  One Friday evening, Juliet came home with a wicked grin on her face and I knew she was in the mood for fun. She told me she’d bought a new toy from a sex shop that I was sure to love, and she couldn’t wait to test it out on me. A little apprehensive, I hesitated at first. Anna would be home tonight, and though part of me was intrigued to discover just what Juliet had in store for me, I sensed we needed privacy to enjoy it to the full. She assured me it was fine; she’d had a text from Anna earlier in the day to say she was going to the cinema with a couple of friends, so we had a couple of hours to indulge before she got back. Then she handed me the bag containing the toy.

  When I opened it, I discovered a slim metal butt-plug. My pussy flooded with juice just looking at it. We’d often talked about introducing anal play into our games, but this was the first time either of us had done anything about it. Even as my stomach clenched with apprehension about what that cool length of solid steel might feel like as it slid inside my arse, I wanted to beg Juliet to bend me over and insert it.

  She did the next best thing, ordering me to strip naked where I stood. Even though we were in our kitchen, with the lights on and with a clear view into the room if our neighbours happened to look out of their own kitchen window, I didn’t hesitate. Shimmying out of the neat skirt suit and white blouse I’d worn to the office that day, I placed my clothes on the kitchen chair. Then I added my tights, bra and finally my by now rather damp knickers to the pile. There’s always something about being naked in the presence of someone who’s still fully dressed that makes me feel deliciously vulnerable, and my nipples crinkled into peaks as Juliet scrutinized my exposed curves. She ordered me to put my hands on my head and do a slow turn, so she could admire my breasts and bum at her leisure.

  Instructing me to bend over the kitchen table with my legs widely parted, she told me not to move till she returned. It seemed to take ages for her to come back into the room, and when she did she had a bottle of lube with her. She drizzled some of the sticky liquid on to her fingers, and used it to grease up the butt-plug. By now, I was so excited my juices were coating the insides of my thighs, and my breasts, squashed against the hard wooden surface of the table, ached for attention.

  Her fingers, slick with lube, brushed over my wet crease, sliding between my pussy lips and stroking my clit for the briefest of moments. I wanted to beg Juliet to keep touching me there, but I knew whatever happened to me tonight was on her terms. She could force me to do all kinds of deliciously depraved things, and I wouldn’t resist in the slightest, because I love submitting to her. And knowing her as well as I do, I was sure my gratification would be delayed for as long as she wished.

  But when she turned her attention from my clit to my anal pucker, I sensed I was going to have real difficulty in holding back. Her touch felt so good, so dirty, as she stroked me in that most intimate place, and I couldn’t help thrusting my arse back at her.

  “Any more of that and I’m going to have to tie you in place,” she warned.

  I groaned aloud at the thought and was going to beg her to do exactly that – but at that moment the kitchen door swung open and Anna walked in on us.

  You can imagine the scene. Anna’s eyes were wide with surprise and something that, if I hadn’t been so flustered, I would have recognized as intrigue. I tried to rise from my bent-over position, muttering an apology and hoping Anna wouldn’t be so offended by what she’d seen that she’d move out of the house. But Juliet put her hand in the small of my back, pinning me in place.

  “Hi, Anna, you’re just in time to help me discipline this slut.”

  As Juliet spoke, she held out the butt-plug. To my utter disbelief, Anna took it from her, smiling as she came to stand behind me. The next thing I felt was the end of the plug pressing against my arsehole. Fighting my instinct to clench against the slippery intruder, I relaxed and let Anna slowly push it up inside me. I’d never had anything buried there before, but I couldn’t deny it felt amazing. The fact I’d been penetrated with something metal, the fuel for my long-held fetish, made my humiliation all the more exquisite. It would have been even better if I’d had something in my pussy, too, and once she’d inserted the plug fully, Anna made to explore my cunt with curious fingers, but Juliet told her I hadn’t earned that yet.

  “Do you want to know how to really turn this slut on?” Juliet asked Anna. “Get her to a state where she’ll do absolutely anything you tell her to? Then watch this.”

  Snatching up my discarded tights, she used them to tie my wrists behind my back. This made my position even more uncomfortable, as I’d been able to hang on to the edges of the table before, but now I was totally at the mercy of my girlfriend and our housemate.

  Juliet opened one of the drawers by the sink and took out a shiny metal tablespoon. She ran it slowly up the backs of my bare legs, raising goose bumps on my skin and sending the most beautiful thrills through me. Trailing it across my buttocks, she moved it in tight circles that had me whimpering and begging for more. And all the time I was aware of that wickedly tormenting plug in my arse, filling me like I’d never been filled before.

  She was driving me crazy with need, and she knew it.

  “She really likes that?” I heard Anna ask, clearly bemused by my need for this bizarre stimulation.

  “Loves it,” Juliet replied. “Touch her tits or pussy with something metal, and she’s yours to command.”

  Those words must have awakened something in Anna. I heard a zip come down, and the rustle of clothing. Obeying Juliet’s order to stand up and turn round, I did so and was confronted by the sight of Anna, naked from the waist down, beckoning me with a finger and asking me to prove what a good, pussy-licking little slut I was.

  I didn’t need to be told twice. Anna’s pussy lips pouted from beneath a fluff of dark blonde hair, and I couldn’t help noticing that a gold ring glittered in one of them. It seemed our demure housemate had a few secrets of her own.

  On Anna’s command I got down on my knees before her, a little awkwardly given my bound wrists. Aware of Juliet’s watchful eye on me, I snaked out my tongue and lapped at Anna’s inviting cunt. She tasted salty, with an undertone of sweetness, and I grew bolder, sucking each of her wrinkled inner lips into my mouth in turn. When my tongue brushed against her piercing, the feel of the metal ignited my lust all over again.

  She wasn’t shy about giving me instructions, ordering me to suck her clit, push the tip of my tongue up into her pussy hole and even lick her arsehole. All this I did under the watchful eye of Juliet, knowing that if I didn’t please Anna, my chances of getting any satisfaction of my own would fade into oblivion. From the way Anna was moaning, though, tangling her fingers in her long, dark hair and jerking her pelvis against my face, I knew she was close to the edge. Just a few more licks, feathering the point of my tongue over her stiff bud, and she gripped my head hard as she rode out her climax. When she finally let go of me, my chin was sticky with her juices and my senses were overwhelmed by the taste and smell of her.

 
Now it was Juliet’s turn, and she definitely intended to raise the stakes. Sprawling back against the table, having taken off everything but her suspender belt and sheer black stockings, she all but hauled my face into her pussy. Unlike Anna, she shaves herself absolutely smooth, so she can better appreciate the sensations of my tongue exploring every fold of her cunt. Even though I’ve licked her out so many times, having Anna there to watch added a whole new dimension to our pleasure.

  I’d raised myself up on my haunches so I was at the right height to attend to Juliet’s sex, and in that position, my bare arse was thrust out prominently. It must have presented a tempting target, because Anna grabbed the tablespoon and started swatting my backside with it. Every time the cold, flat back of that spoon connected with my cheek, it caused the butt-plug to move inside me, stimulating me in ways I’d never experienced. Too much of that treatment and I knew I would come, with or without Juliet’s permission, and I really had to hang on to every shred of my self-control to prevent that from happening.

  Anna beat me over and over again, urging me to get my tongue all the way into my mistress’s pussy and give her the licking of a lifetime. “And woe betide you if you don’t,” she added, fully immersed in her new role as a dominant, demanding mistress. I was almost tempted to hold back, just to see if Anna would make good on her threat, but I knew better than to leave Juliet hanging.

  Instead, I redoubled my efforts, with the result that it was only a matter of moments before Juliet was coming all over my face. Her thick cream gushed into my mouth as she writhed and humped her arse against the table. That wasn’t enough for her, though, and I had to bring her to two more orgasms before she finally declared herself satisfied.

  Only then did my mistress release me from my makeshift bondage and tell me to make myself come. She knows how humiliating it is for me to have to bring myself off in front of her, and the fact I still had the plug in my arse, coupled with Anna’s presence, added to my feelings of shame. Still, I did as I was instructed, strumming my clit and pinching my nipples. So keyed up was I after everything I’d been made to do, it only took me a minute or so before strong waves of pleasure washed over me. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had such a powerful orgasm, and when it was over, I found myself thanking both Juliet and Anna for using and abusing me in such delightful ways.