The Mammoth Book of Erotic Confessions

by Barbara Cardy

  We sat around the coffee table, drinking soda and making nervous small talk, until Rose asked suddenly, “So, shall we try them on?” I blushed and started to demur. “But that’s why we came!” said Rose “I rarely get to see what I sell being worn by an actual customer, and this is a great opportunity for me.” At this, I went into my bedroom and came out with the two briefs.

  Kurt looked on impassively as I undressed and put on the red briefs. “Doesn’t it look good on him?” said Rose to Kurt. Kurt said nothing. “Turn around,” said Rose to me. I did. “Yes,” said Rose. “It’s just as I imagined.” She then came close to me and wrapped one arm around me, beckoning to Kurt with the other.

  Kurt came over and Rose wrapped her other arm around him. I put one arm around Rose and, since I felt it would be impolite to do otherwise, tentatively put the other around Kurt who did not seem to mind. The sight of Rose so happy and excited seemed to stir him. He leaned to her and kissed her. She reciprocated, then turned and kissed me. We stood there kissing Rose in turns. The kissing became more passionate and soon Kurt had a hand under her blouse and was softly moulding her right breast.

  I knelt down between them, and gently removed Rose’s shoes, stockings and then her skirt. I felt something against my ear, and turned to find that it was Kurt’s cock, making a tent out of his pants. I tentatively tried to pull down his pants but he pushed me away. I turned to Rose, removed her panties and, as she and Kurt kissed above me, I nuzzled her cunt.

  A few minutes later I rose and, in response to the question in their eyes, led them to my bedroom. I watched as Rose guided Kurt’s throbbing cock into her waiting, anointed cunt. I moved up on the bed and placed my cock on Rose’s lips. She smiled and started to suck on it, making muffled “mmph, mmph” noises as Kurt pumped her with his cock. Kurt looked woodenly at me, thrusting away like a machine. I leaned forwards and tried to kiss his left nipple, but he would not let me.

  After about five minutes of hard pumping, Kurt groaned and came. Exhausted he fell on his side. Rose wasn’t done though. She went on all fours and looked at me invitingly. I knelt behind her. Her asshole, surrounded by crinkles of gold skin radiating outwards, looked like a beautiful golden sunburst. Looking further down, I saw that she had been aptly named. The pink inner lips of her cunt were longer than its outer lips and had pushed past them. Like the petals of an open rose, they lay dewy and muskily fragrant before me. Reverentially I bowed down, stuck my tongue out and delicately, but firmly, rimmed her anus. She tasted sweet, with an almond-like bitter aftertaste.

  I then put my cock into her and slowly started thrusting. I softly circled her ass hole with my thumb and, as I felt her relax, gently pushed it into her butt. Pressing down with my thumb I could feel my cock sliding in and out of her. She came within minutes. I followed soon after.

  Rose then reached down and cupped her cunt with her right hand. She straightened up, her hands still between her crotch. Suddenly she took her hands away and held them out cupped between us. They were filled with liquid – her, Kurt’s and my juices. The moment suddenly seemed sacred – Rose was the priestess; the cup of come the offering. Rose raised her hands to her mouth and drank some. She then offered it to Kurt. He looked at it closely but, with a strange look of guilt, turned away. She then offered it to me and, reverentially, I drank what was left.

  “I need to pee!” said Rose, and got up. I noticed that Kurt’s cock was erect again. A look of disappointment flashed across his face. Rose turned to me with an impish smile and asked, “Can you take care of him? He gets turned on when he hears me pee!”

  Kurt blushed. Rose didn’t close the bathroom door, and in the suddenly loud silence we heard the tinkle of her pee. Kurt’s cock bobbed against his stomach. A tear of pre-come oozed from its eye.

  Looking back, I realize that the unseen, though clearly heard, golden column of pee descending from Rose was the pole – the axis – around which all the events of that night pivoted. The sound of that shaft hitting the water was like a musical, wordless annunciation that birthed the remaining events of the night – sacred events that changed Rose, Kurt and me for ever.

  Kurt looked at me and said, “You looked beautiful in those briefs!”

  A strange feeling came over me, as if a weight I never knew I carried had been lifted from my shoulders. Kurt lay back on the bed, his cock sticking out. I bent down and delicately took his hooded rod into my mouth. He suddenly bucked upwards. I choked and had to move away to recover.

  Kurt reached down and stroked the back of my head. I sucked his cock for a few minutes, and then moved up to his nipples. I sucked them lightly, then harder and flicked them with my tongue. Kurt groaned, but lay back unresisting. His eyes were shut. I reached up and kissed his cheek. He turned his face to me, lips slightly parted. I kissed him tentatively on his mouth. He reached up, cupped my face with his hands and started kissing me passionately. His tongue made its way into my mouth and, delicately, I sucked on it.

  I looked up and saw that Rose was back in the room. She raised a finger to her lips, gesturing me to silence. I went back to working on Kurt. His asshole was a delicate pink and looked surprisingly tender and vulnerable. I outlined its rim with the pointed tip of my tongue. Kurt gasped. A few more circles around with my tongue tip, and then slowly and deliberately I started lapping at it with the flat of my tongue, feeling the circle opening with each lick. I felt him relax. I wet my thumb with spit and moved it in small circles against his asshole. He started to moan softly.

  I felt someone move next to me and saw that Rose had found the Vaseline in my bathroom cabinet. Her eyes were tender as she stood next to me. I held my thumb out and smiled approvingly as she squeezed some Vaseline onto it. I lubricated Kurt’s asshole and slowly pushed my thumb in. Kurt gasped. I moved my thumb in and out—slowly at first and then faster. I swivelled my hips towards Rose. She squeezed a bead of Vaseline onto my cock. Well greased, I placed it against Kurt’s asshole and, with Rose watching closely in fascination, slowly pushed in.

  Rose began passionately kissing Kurt saying, “You are so hot, sweetie, I love you!” over and over as I started thrusting in and out – slowly at first and, as he relaxed, faster. Kurt’s eyes were closed; his face was a mask of pleasure. I smiled at Rose who flashed a radiant smile back.

  I reached under Kurt’s balls and with the flat of my thumb pressed his G-spot – the bulging root of the penis accessible from between asshole and balls. Suddenly, with a great groan, he came. I followed.

  Afterwards, we sat around the table. “That was hot,” said Rose. She was flushed and looked distracted. She asked if I had any other briefs like the ones she had sold me and soon I found myself telling them about my collection.

  Rose wanted to see it, but Kurt looked bored. Hesitantly, I spread my collection on the kitchen table. Rose went through them one by one, asking me why I liked each one. She particularly liked a white cotton panty, with a rose motif on the waistband. “Can I wear this?” she asked me. I did not mind and agreed. I suddenly realized that at all times, even at the height of our fucking, Rose had never been completely naked. She had always been wearing or holding on to a piece of clothing – a bra or something.

  Rose suddenly looked up still flushed and distracted. “I need you both now!” she said, her eyes glinting. She made Kurt lie down on his back, then straddled him, facing me at the foot of the bed. For a minute or so, Rose Jill-hammered Kurt, her slit slithering up and down his rigid, rock-hard tool, engulfing then releasing it from its furnace maw.

  She then lubricated his cock with the Vaseline and, with her eyes focused steadily on me, slowly and deliberately slid down Kurt’s cock, taking it up her ass. I stood at the foot of the bed, stroking my stiff cock and watching the scene before me. Rose closed her eyes. Her mouth was an “O” of pleasure. Squatting as she was on Kurt’s cock, her cunt lips lazily pouted open, looking like a third eye, red, swollen, mysterious, a portal to infinite wisdom, winking sleepily at me with each thrust she made
. She then lay back and I knelt between Kurt’s marvellous, pillar-like thighs, cupped his full, heavy balls with my left hand, and gently parted Rose’s pussy lips with my right. Slowly I inserted my cock into her. She started to moan. Her cunt was wet and slippery. The partition between it and her ass seemed as thin as gold leaf and I could feel Kurt’s cock as if it were directly pressed against mine.

  Rose seemed transformed. She threw off the bra she had been wearing and now for the first time that evening was completely naked. “Can you feel him?” she asked Kurt. “Can you feel him deep up inside my cunt?” Kurt nodded weakly. We began to move faster. Rose looked me in the eye. Her teeth were bared in a grimace; her eyes were narrowed slits. She started to make loud groaning noises. Her nipples, engorged and swollen, poked out like spikes. Kurt’s eyes were shut, his face a mask of pleasure. United in Rose, we made a sacred and holy trinity.

  Kurt’s face was covered with sweat. I found the panties that Rose had been wearing lying next to me and used them to wipe his face. Rose was making loud, low-pitched and animal-like moans. I tried to kiss her, but she was lost in a world of pleasure and did not want to. Suddenly she opened her eyes. “Stop! Stop!” she shouted. “I need to pee again!”

  But I was too far gone in my pleasure and kept thrusting. Suddenly there was a squirting noise and I felt a stinging sensation in my groin, as if it had been shot by a grease gun. A warm liquid spurted against me, around my balls and down the sides of my legs. Rose was coming, squirting out streams of fluid. In her wet, warm, welcoming secret, sacred, temple cunt, I had a wrenching orgasm.

  I withdrew and watched a mix of my come and Rose’s juices flow out of her cunt and onto Kurt’s balls. “I thirst!” gasped Kurt. The panties were now drenched. I picked them up and offered them to Kurt to moisten his lips. He refused. I stiffened my thumb like a lance and jabbed the flat of it hard against his G-spot.

  He came with a deep groan.

  I woke up to the sound of eggs frying in the kitchen. Rays of morning sunshine flooded into the apartment. Kurt was at the stove, all showered and dressed. When he saw me, his face lit up. He flashed me a golden, liquid smile, came over and warmly kissed me on my lips.

  “Care for some breakfast?” he asked.

  I gathered my collection of panties from the kitchen table and threw them into the trash. Kurt looked at me quizzically, but seemed to understand. Rose joined us. She was completely naked, but seemed comfortable. Kurt and I toasted her with orange juice. Outside I heard a robin chirping and the sound of cars as people made their way to church to receive the sacraments. We had already received ours.

  CONFESSIONS OF A SEX THERAPIST

  Pricilla, USA

  It’s not often you find people who truly enjoy the work they are paid to do. I am fortunate that I love my job. I am a sex therapist and I can hardly wait to get to work every morning.

  On this particular day I had an all-day appointment in a wealthy part of town with a young man who had been in a deep coma since his car accident two months earlier. His doctors had sent him home with the dreary pronouncement that he could wake up at anytime, but probably never would.

  In desperation his father came up with what I thought was a brilliant idea: to try to force him out of his coma with extreme and prolonged sexual arousal.

  “Are you alone here today, Mr Templeton?” I asked as the young man’s father led me up the stairs to his son’s room.

  “Pretty much, Pricilla,” he said. “I dismissed his nurse for the day. Mrs Templeton is around here somewhere, but she’s not at all happy with me over this idea of mine so we probably won’t be seeing her.”

  “Good,” I said. “We don’t need any negativity.”

  “I must say, Miss Bellamy, you’re not what I expected. I thought you’d look like a nurse.”

  “No,” I said laughing. “I like to bring all the sexual attributes I possess into my work.”

  “Well, I hope you don’t mind if I say your sexual attributes are quite abundant? This is Jeremy,” he said when we entered the room.

  The young man, as pale and lifeless as he was, was also quite beautiful with his dark curly hair and sensual lips. “He looks like you,” I said. “I’ll bet he has your blue eyes as well.”

  “Yes,” he said. “Miss Bellamy, would you mind if I sit in on this? I want to watch for any changes.”

  “Of course,” I said. “Pull up a chair next to me.” I pulled down the sheet and took off Jeremy’s pyjama bottoms. His flaccid penis looked like it would be quite large when erect.

  I sat next to the bed, took his balls and penis in my hands and began to massage them. Leaning over him, I started to breathe hot air over them, bathing his genitals in the moist heat. “I do feel a slight hiccough in his cock,” I whispered.

  Mr Templeton sat near me, watching with keen interest.

  “Nice rosy plum here,” I said, sucking it into my mouth. Sucking gently, encircling the full rosy head with my tongue, I tugged at the shaft lightly. “I’m definitely getting a response here,” I murmured, feeling the shaft beginning to stiffen a little.

  When I looked up at Mr Templeton he looked flushed and seemed to be a little agitated. “Are you all right?” I asked.

  “I don’t know. I’m feeling a little strange. After Gladys went through the change she didn’t have any interest in sex any more. After that my libido sort of went downhill, you know?”

  “That’s very sad, Rick. May I call you Rick?”

  “Of course.”

  “You know, Rick, it’s not healthy to be sexually deprived. Sex is a wonderful thing and it’s every bit as important as food and drink and rest. It’s vital to our very survival. I hate that so many people think of it as something dirty. How could anything that feels that wonderful be dirty? Unzip your pants.”

  “What?”

  “I said unzip your pants. Don’t be alarmed. I just want to see what we’re dealing with here.”

  The poor man was beet red. “I’m too embarrassed,” he murmured.

  By now Jeremy had a pretty good erection going for himself. “Let me get this sweet boy set up and then I’ll check you out,” I said. Removing a slender phallic vibrator from my bag I greased it down and plugged it in. Lifting his leg I gently inserted the vibrator all the way into his rectum and flipped the switch. Jeremy let out an unconscious groan and his cock instantly stood straight up.

  Rick was staring; I think he was a little shocked, his eyes wide.

  Turning back to him I said, “Let’s see what we have here.” I unzipped his pants, while he sat there looking nervous, reached in and found that the cock was quite large and rigid. I had a little trouble getting it out of his pants since it refused to bend. Meanwhile the poor man was flushed and trembling.

  “My goodness, look at that,” I said. “Your organs haven’t atrophied at all, Rick. That’s one rock-hard erection you have there. When was the last time you had an orgasm?”

  “It’s been a while,” he muttered.

  “Don’t you ever masturbate?”

  “Not much. I guess since I don’t have access to a willing woman I try not to let myself get stimulated often,” he said.

  “But you’re very stimulated now,” I said.

  “Oh yeah,” he said, a shudder running through his body.

  I had been holding on to Jeremy’s cock with one hand and I could feel it throbbing, his whole insides vibrating with that tool in his rectum.

  “I don’t want Jeremy to come yet,” I said. “I want him to be aroused to the point of absolute sexual agony, his cock knotted in the pain of needing to ejaculate for a prolonged time forcing him to come up out of that coma.” I had confidence it was working. Jeremy was moaning and groaning in his sleep and his hips had begun to push up to my hand. I was masturbating him a little but not too much. When he let out a loud groan and pushed up sharply I pulled my hand away to keep him from coming.

  “That has to be misery,” Rick said.

  “I know,” I said, “
but it’s necessary if this is going to work.” As I talked to Rick I had my hand tightly around his cock and it was as stiff as a board. I bent down and sucked his fat plum into my mouth.

  “Ahhh,” he yelled, quivering all over. “Aghhh.”

  Now I was sucking hard, encircling it with my tongue, my lips sliding all the way down his long shaft to the nest of dark hair at the base. I was cupping his balls in my hand and they were firm, drawn tight up against his cock in extreme readiness.

  “Oh my, oh dear,” he was moaning. “Oh God, oh God, I’m coming! Oh God!” He was pushing his cock up in my mouth, his hips jerking, his whole body stiffening. With the first hot spasm I slipped my mouth off while jerking his foreskin up and down fiercely as his cock erupted like a spewing geyser again and again.

  Seeing a cock erupt sperm like that and knowing the ecstasy the man is experiencing is an extremely stimulating thing to me and I get very aroused.

  “That was a very healthy ejaculation, Rick,” I said. “I’ll bet you could do at least two more of those before I leave here today.” The poor man looked like he was going to pass out.

  “You just sit there and recover,” I said, turning back to Jeremy. His cock was so stiff it looked like it was knotted in pain. He was still groaning and restless and now his eyelids were twitching. “I think we’re going to get your son back, Rick,” I said. “Let’s see how he reacts to real intercourse.” I slipped off my shoes and panties and climbed on top of him. “You may as well watch this, Rick. It will get you ready for your next orgasm.”

  I opened my sex, which was hot and wet, and placed Jeremy’s cock in the opening. Then I slid down on it, burying it deep in me, and now I was the one groaning. The combination of that great cock and the vibration moving up the shaft was maddening, but I was trying not to come yet, wanting to save that for Rick. I began sliding up and down on Jeremy’s cock and now his hips were pushing up to me, his eyes opening and sort of rolling around in his head. He was making noises like he was trying to say something, but he was not out of it yet, so I couldn’t let him come.