The Mammoth Book of Erotic Confessions

by Barbara Cardy

  Jeff pulled his hips back slightly as he used my hair to gently pull my head upwards, releasing the pressure against the back of my throat. I gasped around his dick for air for several seconds before beginning to move again, slowly up and down his hard shaft, using my tongue along the length of him, making gentle motions. His cock grew harder in my mouth as I swirled my tongue around his head, sucking down the pre-come that was pumping into my mouth in tiny spurts.

  My pussy was drenched by now; I could feel my juices dripping through my saturated thong. I raised my shirt while I shifted my lower body until I was straddling his leg. Pressing down, I began to rub against his shin in rhythm with my mouth fucking his cock. He had helpfully pressed his leg against my clit so I could ride against him. I could feel my moisture starting to run down his leg as the room started to take on the musky smell of sex.

  “You are a horny little slut, you like taking my dick in the back of your throat, don’t you? Can you taste my pre-come? I’m going to come down your throat, and you are going to swallow it for me. Does it turn you on to think about having my come in your stomach?”

  I nodded as I raised my mouth off his cock. I had to lick my lips to break the string of saliva that went from his shaft to my lips before I begged, “Fuck my mouth. Get yourself off down my throat.”

  He pulled me onto the bed beside him and arranged the pillows under my head. “Are you sure? I’m not going to be able to stop myself easily once I get started. I’m going to screw your mouth hard, Jessica, are you going to take it for me? I’m going to make your throat sore from pushing down it as far as you can take it. I’m going to come down the back of your throat.”

  I gazed up at him, mentally thinking that now was the time to find out what I was made of, and if I could, in fact, do what I had promised him and myself I would do. With a shiver, I nodded, replying, “Take my mouth. I want to feel how hard you get just before you shoot off in my mouth. I want you to come down my throat.”

  I closed my eyes as he straddled my face, feeling a moment of panic that I had asked for more than I was willing to give. A horrified thought crossed my mind: I barely know this man; I just gave him carte blanche to hump my mouth. What if he doesn’t stop if I need him to stop?

  I pushed that thought aside, took a deep breath and relaxed as he slid his very swollen dick home in my mouth. As he hit the back of my throat I gagged. He hesitated, pulling out slightly, and then, feeling my tongue and lips suckling on the head of his cock, started to again thrust his hips.

  He was gentle at first, careful not to go so deep that he gagged me. I found a rhythm that matched his own: I took a breath when he pulled back, relaxed my throat when he pressed against the back of it, and then took a breath again when he pulled back. He’d hold his dick pressed firmly against the back of my throat for several seconds before pulling back, dilating my throat. Every time he slid home, he pressed his cock head a little deeper down my throat.

  I suckled and licked his cock, relaxed now, all traces of doubt faded away. I wanted him to find his rhythm and spray his come in my mouth. My entire being focused on turning him on enough that he would come. I swirled my tongue around the end of his cock, dipping into the slit, gulping down the salt-tasting pre-come.

  I heard his breathing change as his thrusts became faster, taking on a purposeful gait. As he shoved his dick down my throat, I could feel that it was getting harder, so thick now that I was nearly having trouble taking him in my mouth. I continued to use my tongue to lick around his shaft as he pushed it in and out of my open mouth, listening and feeling as his body became tenser.

  My mind registered: He’s going to come. He’s going to come in your mouth. It was at this point I normally would panic and finish the man with a hand job or allow him to screw me. Instead of panic, I found acceptance wash over my brain as the thought went through my head: This is so hot!

  “Jessica, I’m coming. I’m going to come in your mouth.” It sounded like a question, maybe it was a warning, I didn’t care which, I only knew that I wanted him to finish what he started. I wanted him to come down my throat; like he’d been promising he was going to do for weeks when we spoke on the phone.

  I made a noise in my throat that must have passed for acceptance, maybe it was the fact that my lips and my tongue never stopped caressing his dick.

  His breathing changed yet again as I felt his shaft grow even harder, taking on a life of its own, seeming to grow twice as long and twice as hard in seconds. His body began to shudder above mine; I could feel his legs shaking as, with one final thrust, he came deep inside my mouth. I felt him spurting come in my mouth, and I registered that I was swallowing for him, crossing over the very last threshold I had in place. He had become a first, taken my last hold on virginity. A virginity I had said no man would ever take.

  I heard him talking to me, telling me I was a good girl, telling me that was so hot, thanking me, asking me if I was all right. My body was trembling as he moved from above me. I realized he was looking into my eyes, searching for something, but I couldn’t quite understand what he was searching for.

  I looked back at him from behind half-closed eyes. My brain couldn’t focus for several seconds; I was still lost in the wonder of having swallowed for the first time. I was stunned from the feeling of having his dick battering the back of my throat, feeling him spurt in my mouth, of the salty sweet taste of his come that was even then covering my tongue. I just smiled and nodded at him, I was too contented to speak. I swallowed reflexively once more and winced at the slightly bruised feeling in my throat, then smiled up at him before drifting off to sleep.

  ON THE BEACH

  Sasha, Essex

  I’ve always liked taking solitary walks even though I’m a sociable kind of girl, so on a particularly balmy summer evening I took a stroll along the beachfront near where I live on the Thames Estuary.

  I walked briskly, enjoying the moonlight on the water, and came to a little bay area where the beach was much bigger than elsewhere. Walking around it I noticed two figures sitting some way from the pathway, near to the waterline and only just visible in the yellow wash of the street lights away on the roadside.

  I smiled as I heard a wolf whistle, and realized that the figures were young lads when one of them called, “Hey, darlin’! Come and join us for a beer.”

  I chuckled at their front and on the spur of the moment decided to give them a surprise by accepting. “Is it lager? Hang on, I’ll be right there,” I called. I thought nothing of going over; they were both obviously a lot younger than me (I’m thirty-eight and they must have been in their teens), and I was not dressed at all provocatively, wearing a black U-neck T-shirt over a black cup bra and a black denim skirt that came to my lower thigh. It would be a bit of company on an evening when I’d nothing else to do, and knowing what young guys were like I could expect a bit of lively and funny chat.

  I sauntered over and could see they hadn’t expected me to, but they covered well and held up a small bottle of beer to me as I reached them.

  “Cheers, boys,” I said, settling down and taking a glug from my bottle. “I’m Sasha. You?”

  “Martin,” said the bigger boy. “And this is Geoff.” He gestured to a plastic cool box on the sand and went on, “We’ve got plenty of beer. We could make an evening of it.”

  I smiled at him, aware that he wasn’t as at ease as he was making out, but thought it showed a lot of self-assurance for a boy his age to maintain such an easy attitude with a woman my age.

  “Probably will,” I replied. “I like a nice beer on a warm evening. How’d you get it though? Aren’t you a bit young to buy beer?”

  Martin gave a deliberately worldly smile and answered, “We’re not that young, y’know. I’m seventeen, and Geoff’s sixteen. Anyway, beer is easy to get.”

  We carried on chatting, and they were good company. It was easy to get friendly with them and they quickly relaxed, and soon we were chatting away like we all knew each other well, they making th
e odd cheeky and flirty comment, me going along with it with good humour. We were chugging back beers, and after a while I started feeling just a bit tipsy. It was nice, relaxing, and the guys were sweet.

  “Urrgh,” I muttered, shifting my position to ease out my lower back. “You should have brought some seats, too.”

  “Martin,” Geoff said, “where’s your manners? The lady wants a seat.”

  “I can be a seat,” he said, moving behind me and kneeling, then pulling me back by the shoulders until I was reclining against him.

  I laughed and raised my beer bottle while complimenting him on being so comfortable. The natter continued, the drinking continued, and although the bottles were small the beer was affecting me, making me feel more and more relaxed so I hardly even noticed when Martin laid a hand on the crook of my neck, and occasionally stroked lightly up to my ear with his fingertips in an affectionate way. I was perfectly comfortable when the flirting became more brash and the subjects of conversation more intimate.

  “So, I suppose you guys don’t have girlfriends then,” I said, “else you wouldn’t be out boozing on the beach?”

  “I did have,” replied Martin. “And five others before her, but Geoff’s only had two.”

  “Get out!” I scoffed. “You’re both lovely boys but you’re too young to’ve had that many girlfriends. I bet you’ve never kissed a girl properly in your lives!” I took another deep mouthful of beer and felt the tingle of alcohol, then recognized the sound of dented male pride as Martin said, “I can kiss all right. I’ve never had a complaint,” and moved his hand from the side of my neck to underneath my chin, tilted my face up and, shifting round to the side of me, brought his mouth down onto mine. I was a bit startled, but realized that I’d probably bruised his ego a bit with my comment about girlfriends, and reckoned it’d be harmless enough to just let him snog me a little bit. Actually though, he was right – he could kiss all right. His lips flexed against mine and his tongue flicked against my mouth until, by reflex, my eyes closed and I opened my lips and let him kiss me properly, his tongue probing inside my mouth.

  When he raised his lips from mine I made an appreciative noise, and said, “Mmmn, yes, you certainly managed that OK.”

  He bent forward to kiss me again and I moved to sit up and so stop him, but before I could he put his hand on my chest and restrained me, smothering anything I was going to say with another kiss. It was deep, and urgent, and maybe because he was so young and I figured nothing beyond this kiss would happen, or maybe because of the beer I had drunk, I let his hand keep me pressed against him while he took the kiss. I gave another little struggle when I felt his fingers begin to stroke downwards and slip into my cleavage, but I was still fully clothed and, being off-balance leaning back against him, my struggle was a weak one. I felt strange, being kissed so passionately by a boy so young, and still felt tingly from having had perhaps a bit too much beer.

  I squirmed again as I felt his hand stroke over one of my tits and squeeze it through my T-shirt, and tried to speak to tell him no, but his mouth was pressed over mine and it just came out as a muffled squeaking sound. The hand moved back to the U-neck and slipped inside, pushing aside the bra and moving into contact with my nipple. I couldn’t help myself; I felt it rise under the pressure of his fingers, and the tingling feeling centred around it as he stroked around in a circle, and my jaw eased its tension as I started to kiss him back. I relaxed back against him and let him do what he wanted.

  He drew my T-shirt up until my chest was uncovered, and with one hand still stroking my boob the other reached behind me and undid my bra. My breasts were exposed and the cool evening air breezed across them. Martin’s hands kneaded and stroked, pinched and squeezed, until my nipples hardened and rose to rigid points, and my back arched and my legs moved apart.

  I was lost in the moment and jumped when I felt fingers on my inner thighs. I had forgotten about Geoff! He must have moved up to me while I was bent back in Martin’s embrace, and he was now groping up my skirt. I couldn’t let this happen! He was only sixteen years old! But Martin was holding me immobile, and I couldn’t close my legs with Geoff’s hands between them. Mortified at the situation I had allowed to develop, I felt the blood rush into my face as he reached my knickers and no doubt felt the wetness there. Martin had his hands over both of my tits now and they were aching from his attentions, and although I felt ashamed to be being felt up by a sixteen-year-old, I was undeniably turned on.

  Geoff pulled my knickers to one side and pushed a finger inside me, and I knew things had gone too far to be stopped. I lay there, breasts bare and legs spread, while two boys less than half my age went at me.

  Geoff continued to finger my cunt while Martin stopped kissing me to pull my T-shirt and bra all the way off.

  “Fellas, fellas,” I protested weakly, “you’re gonna have to stop . . .” They both ignored me, young Geoff starting to move his fingers in and out of my by now sopping pussy and Martin laying me down and holding me with a hand on the base of my neck while bending to kiss my breasts. “Nooooo,” I groaned, knowing that they would pay no notice, and when the hand at my neck lifted to lie without pressure over my lips, I stopped trying to speak.

  After a while I felt Martin wave at Geoff to change positions and I opened my eyes briefly and watched little Geoff lower his mouth to nip on a tit with his teeth. I felt a warm breath on my snatch, then Martin’s mouth closed over it and gave an almighty suck – the feeling was overwhelming! There was no resistance in me now as Martin flicked his tongue up and down my groove – I was simply a woman being sexed!

  I didn’t care when I felt Martin pull my knickers off, raise my skirt and pull my legs wide apart. The only sound I gave as he positioned himself and then took me was a deep grunt in the back of my throat. I sensed Geoff move away as Martin’s weight pressed me to the sand and, through slitted eyes, I could see him kneeling beside me with his prick in his hand, rubbing himself. Martin was on top of me, holding my arms spread by the wrists as he pounded up and down on me with his cock reaching high into my fanny. Soon he tensed and gave a loud groan, and I could feel his prick jerking inside me with the force of his coming.

  He pulled out and fell aside, and Geoff was upon me immediately, turning me over and raising me to my hands and knees, then plunging his knob straight into me. I could feel the cheeks of my bum quivering with each push forward as he fucked me, and could feel my tits swinging as he heaved back and forth. He was still going when Martin returned, moving in front of me and kissing me with his hands cupped under my boobs, the motion of Geoff’s screwing moving them forwards and back so the nipples rubbed over Martin’s fingers.

  Then Martin straightened up and his cock was right in front of my face, semi-erect already. He grasped the hair at the back of my head and forced my face forwards until his prick was pressing against my lips, and I opened my mouth and took him inside. I sucked on his cock while Geoff carried on shafting me from behind, and when Geoff was finished Martin took his place.

  Martin took longer this time, holding on to my shoulders to get harder thrusts, and as he gave me long regular strokes in and out I felt that warm sensation deep in my stomach that told me I was coming. Not caring that it was a young boy who was bringing me to orgasm I let go my inhibitions and thrust my butt back as he rode me until I came, then flopped forwards onto my front. He stayed in me and carried on humping me as I lay exhausted, until he came again.

  I lay still for a little while between the two boys, until I got my breathing back under control. Then I pulled my clothes back into order and told them I had to go. They both seemed concerned that I was OK, and I told them I was fine, that I’d enjoyed what had happened and that it had felt great.

  Little Geoff caught at my hand as I made to rise to my feet and gestured wordlessly at his groin. Looking down I saw that he was starting to come erect again, his slim cock lengthening. I knew what he wanted and realized that Martin had had two goes with me compared to Geoff’s one.
Anyway by now no reservations made any sense, so I knelt in front of him and closed my hand around his prick and started stroking back and forth. When he was fully stiff I started licking at his tip, then slid the blade of my tongue around the swell of his knob. As I felt trembles along his length, I plunged it deep into my mouth almost to my throat, and he shot a stream of spunk into my mouth.

  I leaned back, spunk dribbling from my lips, and smiled up at him.

  “Thank you,” he said. “You’re a really great lady. We’re gonna be here again tomorrow night. We could get in some wine for you, if you’d like.”

  I smiled again and addressed both the boys as I explained that although they’d made me feel terrific I was far too old for them, and they should get to know some girls their own age. I kissed both of them on the lips, then walked back to the footpath and away.

  I had been fucked thoroughly and felt very tired, and knew I’d fall asleep as soon as I got home and into bed. Then I’d get up in the morning and go to work. Then I’d have to make a decision about whether or not I fancied some wine . . .

  HAND PUPPET

  Angela, Los Angeles

  I am not sure which of us brought up the idea of trying to fist him first. It seemed to be a mutual decision from the beginning, after he showed me the magazine pictures. After discussing it and finding myself aroused, I decided I wanted to try it as soon as possible. This being the case, we set a date for the following Friday.

  I arrived at his house Friday, nervous but ready to play. He was waiting, freshly showered, still in his robe, his dark chest hair glistening from the dampness.

  “I can’t wait for you to do this to me. You are sure you still want to, aren’t you? We don’t have to, you know.” The desire in his eyes told me he was going to be disappointed if I backed out.

  I was still in disbelief that my hand was truly going to fit into his ass. What if I hurt him? I had stared, horrified and aroused, at the pictures in the magazine when he had shown me. In shock I had demanded, “Didn’t that hurt?”