The Mammoth Book of Erotic Confessions

by Barbara Cardy

  I looked over at Rick and he was rock hard and ready. I slipped Jeremy’s cock out of me and he let out an unconscious wail of protest. I lay down on the bed and pulled my skirt up. “Rick,” I said, “get over here.”

  “Oh my,” he said, quavering, and I thought he was going to faint.

  “Get over here, it’s therapy,” I said. “Hurry.” I was trembling and breathing hard with the urgency of my need.

  Flushed, his cock standing straight out, he mounted me. He was so excited he was having trouble getting it in.

  “That thing is so damn big,” I said. “Let me try.” Guiding it into me, I said, “Be careful, go in easy. That thing’s a monster.”

  Carefully he was working it into me and I’d never been so filled up. If I hadn’t been so ready it would have hurt badly. I was even having to open my thighs wider to give it more room. By the time he got it all the way into me he was panting, pumping hard and about to squirt. “Stop,” I said. “Don’t you dare come yet.”

  “Oh shit,” he moaned, slowing down. Then he began to stroke in me again, and as tight as it was it was still moving in and out smoothly, in perfect tandem with my rising and falling hips and I felt a vaginal orgasm building in me.

  “Keep that up, just like that, I’m about to blow,” I said, my voice hoarse with passion. I was fiercely pushing up to meet his thrusts. “Oh shit, I’m coming,” I muttered. I was exploding, cresting, one violent spasm after another, shooting electric shock waves out through my body. I think I was screaming, or maybe it was Rick because he was driving into me like a jackhammer. Then one deep plunge and he was erupting in me, his fingers buried in my bottom holding me tight into him as he emptied into me.

  “Oh God, that was good,” he said, his chest heaving.

  “Hello, Mrs Templeton,” I said, panting.

  “Oh shit,” Rick yelled, looking around. His wife had been standing there for no telling how long watching her husband enthusiastically driving his big cock into me, gasping and groaning as we fucked each other’s brains out, exploding in volatile climaxes. “Don’t look at me like that, Gladys. This is therapy. I need it for my health,” Rick said.

  “You bastard,” she said, hardly able to speak.

  “This bastard is going to be in weekly therapy from now on, Gladys,” he said.

  “I have to get back to Jeremy,” I told him.

  Jeremy’s eyes were open, sort of glazed over, staring at his father and me, but I was sure he had not reached full consciousness yet. The vibrator was still doing its job and Jeremy’s cock was standing erect. He was groaning and I was sure he had been stimulated by watching his dad fucking me.

  “It’s time for you to come out of it, kid,” I said, climbing on him. I slid down on his cock and began fucking him fast, hard and deep. The old lady was really getting her eyes full. Jeremy suddenly grabbed my ass and was pushing up to me, meeting every thrust as I buried his cock in me again and again.

  “He’s coming out of it, Rick,” I said. “Look at him.”

  “Oh yeah, oh yeah,” Jeremy was now yelling. He threw me down on the bed and then was on top of me, driving into me like a wild bull. With the vibrator cord hanging out of his rectum he was pumping like mad. “Oh yeah, I’m coming,” he yelled, burying his prod in me, his whole body shuddering, jerking with the intense spasms. “Oh baby, oh baby!”

  Then he collapsed, rolling off me. As I removed the vibrator he was looking around wildly. “Where am I?” he muttered. “I wake up and I’m fucking this gorgeous woman.”

  “Hell of a way to wake up, isn’t it, son?” Rick said grinning. “I can see that Jeremy’s going to be all right now, but I’m not,” Rick told me, glaring at his horrified wife. “I’m going to need therapy two, maybe three times a week from now on.”

  A WEEKEND WITH JOYCE

  Antonia, Illinois

  Joyce replaced the secretary where I worked when the last gal shipped off to a new army base with her husband. Joyce didn’t seem to have many friends, and she and I just sort of hit it off. We started going to lunch together and eventually she invited me to dinner at her house.

  Joyce was married, with a pre-teen son, and she and her husband owned three or four very successful florist shops. Their house was incredible. They had a built-in jacuzzi hot tub in their fenced-in backyard, a baby grand piano in their living room and it was at her house that I saw and heard my very first music on CDs.

  One weekend, her husband and son were slated to go camping and fishing with some friends. Joyce told me that she was afraid to be in her big house alone. I thought she was kidding until I saw that she was ready to cry. Since I was single, I told her I would come and spend the weekend with her. We could do girly things, I told her, and drink some wine and just have a good time. She was thankful and we both started thinking it sounded like it could be a lot of fun, if we could think of enough things to keep ourselves occupied, anyway.

  When the big weekend arrived and her husband and son had departed and I had arrived, we broke out the wine and listened to music and ate the dinner she had prepared for me and then we were pretty much bored. Since I lived pretty close by to her, I told her I was going to run home to get some videos for us to watch and I’d be back in a flash.

  When I returned with the videos and another item I had picked up, I realized that she was pretty close to drunk and I didn’t think that watching her get sick would be too much fun. I asked her if maybe we couldn’t go sit in the hot tub for a while since it was something I didn’t get to do very often.

  We walked out back and she said, “We don’t usually wear anything when we go in here,” and she stripped naked and stepped inside the hot tub and settled back.

  Not one to stand on ceremony myself, I stripped naked and joined her. We lounged in there for quite a while, enjoying the bubbles and the wonderful California night, and talked of inconsequential things.

  Once we noticed that our fingertips looked like raisins, we decided it was time to exit the hot tub. She got a robe for herself and told me I could just wear her husband’s robe, which I did.

  By that time it seemed like she had sobered up a bit, and I was thankful.

  “Let’s see what videos you brought,” she said.

  “I thought that since it was just us girls we could watch a couple that were X-rated,” I told her as I giggled and popped one into the VCR in her den. Then we sat back and watched naked men and women frolic on the big screen television she had.

  I watched her from the corner of my eye. I could tell that she was getting excited by what she was seeing on the screen.

  I had a sneaking suspicion about something at that point and finally asked her, “Have you ever seen an X-rated video before?”

  She blushed and admitted that she had not.

  I offered to turn it off, but she said, “No, I’m rather liking it, actually.”

  We watched mostly in silence, with the occasional remark about the size of certain parts of people, and I told her that well-endowed people seemed to be favoured in this type of movie.

  We must have watched two or three movies, heavy with action of all types, including girl-on-girl, which I remarked upon. I said that they seemed to have a much better time with their own sex than with the men. She agreed with me.

  Finally, we decided it was time for bed. I started off to her son’s bedroom but she stopped me and said, “I have a king-sized bed. Why don’t you just sleep in there with me? I’d feel safer.”

  “Sure,” I said. “As long as you promise to not steal all the covers.” We both laughed.

  We were both naked when we got into bed: she on her side, me on her hubby’s side.

  I really did try to sleep, but she kept me awake with her tossing and turning and some really heavy sighs. Finally, I said to her, “Are you all right over there?”

  “Not really.”

  “What’s wrong then?” I asked.

  “I’m horny.”

  Now, Joyce wasn’t a model; she wasn’t a leg
gy blonde. In fact she was about four inches shorter than me and a bit overweight. She was blond. A rea/blonde, I knew, from our time in the hot tub.

  But I liked her. I liked her a lot.

  “I can help you with that,” I said. “Would you like that?”

  There was silence for a moment, then she said, “Yes. I think so.”

  I slid on over nearer to her and put my right arm under her neck and held her close to me for a few minutes, whispering to her to relax her. As I did that, I rubbed her back and kissed her forehead then started exploring her body with my left hand. I heard her gasp when I fondled her breasts and her breathing increased when I moved down to suck on her hard nipples.

  I stopped and asked, “Should I stop?” knowing full well she would say, “No.”

  I moved back up and kissed her gently and she kissed me back. I kissed her neck and moved back to her breasts and licked and kissed my way down to her pubic area. My hands never stopped roving and she never stopped gasping.

  My tongue found its way around and it wasn’t long before she was crying out and grabbing the covers and heaving her hips back and forth.

  Afterwards she said, “Oh my goodness, that was wonderful. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome,” I told her as I moved back up to hold her in my arms again.

  A few minutes later she said, “Can I tell you something?”

  “Sure,” I replied.

  “That was the first orgasm that someone else ever gave me.”

  I backed up a bit and looked at her and said, “Tell me you are joking.”

  “I’m not,” she admitted.

  “But you’ve had orgasms before, right?”

  “Only with my vibrator.”

  I could only say, “Wow. You’ve really been missing out, woman.”

  We lay there for some moments and then she said, “Would you like me to do that to you?”

  “Only if you really want to,” I replied.

  “I think I’d like to try,” she said.

  For a novice, she was either pretty good or I was really ready or she had learned a lot by watching those videos.

  We rested for a bit then she suggested we go sit in the hot tub again for a while. I agreed.

  We sat out there for a bit sipping some more white wine and quietly talking, and then I moved over closer to her and started rubbing her clitoris under the bubbles. She laid her head back on the edge of the tub and let her body float in the water and I got her off once again.

  “Let me try that on you,” she said afterwards. We switched positions and this time there were no holds barred for her. She got her head underwater and her tongue went to town and when she came up for air I got up and sat on the edge of the hot tub and she continued until I had an orgasm.

  We decided it really was time to get some sleep and the next day we pretty much spent in bed, getting up only to grab whatever was quick to eat. Of course, even a quick meal wasn’t quick that weekend because we walked around naked the entire time. While I was tearing apart lettuce for our sandwiches she was on the floor in front of me, licking me and distracting me until I couldn’t stand it any longer. The sandwiches were forgotten for a while as I helped her onto one of the kitchen counters.

  When we got tired (or felt like we needed new ideas) we watched the videos yet again and ended up either in her bed or in the hot tub. She was like a woman on fire (and so was I) and we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.

  She took me out to dinner Saturday night and we said sexy things to each other and secretly groped each other while sitting in our booth and by the time we left the restaurant (with most of our food taken “to go”) we couldn’t wait to get naked with each other again.

  When we got back to her house and were standing in her bedroom she stopped me and said, “Wait a minute. I want to undress you.”

  With the light from the patio coming through the windows in her bedroom I stood there as she slowly undressed me and laid me on her bed. All her clothes were still on at that point. Then she made love to me while she remained fully dressed. It remains one of the sexiest moments ever in my life.

  She had lain next to me on the bed and I don’t know that there was one inch of my body that remained untouched by her tongue or her fingers. My very skin was quivering from want and need.

  She kissed my toes and made her way up, kissing the backs of my knees and running her tongue up the inside of my thighs. I wanted to scream for release, and I did, when it finally came.

  After that I slowly undressed her and did the same to her (although I wasn’t clothed), so I could feel her quiver and hear her moan.

  We made love on her living room floor with the street lights shining in on us and where anyone who might want to peek in the windows could see us.

  She lay on the piano bench for me while I knelt beside it and she had me actually lie on top of the piano for her.

  We took a shower together and stayed in there giving each other orgasms until the water turned cold, then headed out to the hot tub to warm up again.

  As we sat in the hot tub together that last time I said to her, “You do know that you will have to get my butt prints off the piano before your family gets home, right?” And we both laughed.

  “I have a surprise for you,” I told her finally. I had her lie on the bed and instructed her to keep her eyes closed and not peek until I told her it was all right to look. I went into the bathroom, then came out and said, “You can open your eyes now.”

  “What is that?” she said wide-eyed when she saw me.

  “It’s called a strap-on dildo,” I told her. “My ex-husband got it for me as a joke and I picked it up when I got the videos. I was just going to show it to you, but I think I have a better idea now.”

  I slid up next to her on the bed and, whispering to her, I told her that I was going to make sure she was ready for me before I continued. I kissed her and licked her and sucked her sensitive spots until she was begging for release.

  Then I straddled her and, while holding her legs closed with mine, rubbed the dildo across her clitoris until I could tell that she was close to climaxing.

  There was no lubrication problem, of course. She was pretty ready for anything at that point. Moving my legs between hers to get her to open them, I then slowly inserted the dildo. Impatient and excited, she reached around, grabbed my ass and pulled me close to her and let out a sigh when the dildo was fully inside her.

  I pulled back and slowly pumped the dildo. I watched her face and she, opening her eyes and looking at me, pulled my face close to hers to kiss me deeply.

  I pumped a couple more of times but also did a little grinding motion with my pelvis, and she moaned.

  I could tell by her breathing that she was starting to come, and I let her guide my actions. Her hands pushed and pulled me and she thrust her hips up to meet my motions and then finally, when I had worked up a fine glistening of sweat on my body, I heard her cry out, “OH MY GOD!”

  I knew I had just given her the first vaginal orgasm she had ever had and that was a pretty good feeling.

  We lay in bed, holding each other, and she told me that she wanted to try wearing the dildo and “doing” me. I fitted it onto her and let her take charge at that point.

  She said she wanted to take me in the hot tub, so we went outside, and I assured her that I didn’t care what the hot water might do to the harness; she could do whatever she wanted.

  She knelt on the bottom of the hot tub and had me sit on the dildo and she was slow and she was loving and I had the idea that this was something she had often thought of, although she probably never thought her fantasy would be fulfilled by another woman.

  After we dried off we lay in her big bed once more and caught a few hours of sleep while holding each other. Our “breakfast” that Sunday morning when we woke up was eaten in the sixty-nine position.

  All good things must come to an end, and that weekend did, too. I left before her son and husband got home, reminding her th
at she had to clean the “butt prints” off the piano and we held each other and kissed before I grabbed my videos and dildo and left for my drive home.

  The next day at work she told me that her husband had said, “What the heck did you two do all weekend? You look like you’ve hardly slept at all.”

  She said she had answered, “Oh, just girly things.”

  And I laughed and smiled because I realized she never suspected that I agreed to spend the weekend with her just so that I could seduce her.

  SHE, HER MOTHER AND ME

  Peter, Dorset

  Do you remember the 1960s? I suspect that if you do, you won’t want to admit to being that old! Or maybe you just go along with that saying, “If you can remember the sixties you didn’t party hard enough!”

  Some of it is a blur now but really that’s only because most of the time not a lot happened to me worth remembering. But when I was twenty in 1969 that changed – with a bang!

  I met this girl, her name was Susie and she was eighteen. She was a pretty girl, nice legs and great breasts. She dyed her hair peroxide blond, fashionable at the time, and overall she was quite a looker. It was winter so she wore this maxi coat which didn’t give a lot away but, when it swung open, you would have sworn at first sight that she was wearing nothing below the waist, her ultra-micro miniskirt being just that, as short as she could get, and her long legs in flesh-coloured tights, or sometimes entirely bare, just an encouragement to fantasize.

  She lived at home with her mother whom I met when I went round to pick up Susie for our first date. Her mother was nice, friendly and welcoming. I reckoned she had been quite a looker at Susie’s age; still was, really. A far more curvy figure than Susie, she was at a guess late thirties. Her breasts were large and well shaped from what little I could see, and her bottom was full and lushly curved. Dark haired as Susie would have been without the peroxide bleach, her skin was smooth cream contrasting with dark eyes and scarlet lips.