The Mammoth Book of Erotic Confessions

by Barbara Cardy

  Now normally, I steer clear of my daughter’s boy and girlfriends, but months of involuntary celibacy had lowered my ethical standards, I guess, and inflamed my always seething passions to the flashpoint. Plus, I’d noticed the young hottie checking out my rather large chest on a number of previous occasions, and I was anxious to find out if where there was smoke there was fire.

  “Why don’t you come inside and wait for Brianne?” I suggested. “She’ll be along soon, I’m sure.”

  The pert teen shrugged her buff shoulders and slipped past me, inside the house. Her girlish, fresh-scrubbed smell of innocence flooded my brain and stiffened my already hardened nipples to the aching point, as she brushed by. I ushered her into the living room, admiring her gleaming, sun-kissed legs and cheeky, twitching buttocks every prancing step of the way.

  We sat down on the couch and stared at one another for a few awkward, silent moments. Then Tracy’s shining brown eyes drifted away from my face and down to my chest. I’m a 38 DD, and my cups overflow.

  I asked the girl what she was looking at, and her pretty face flushed red. She mumbled something about how much “bigger” I was than her – in a good way, she meant.

  I smiled, my hot, stirred-up juices threatening to soak right through the front of my jeans. “You’re a very attractive young woman yourself, Tracy,” I said. “Even if your breasts aren’t quite as large as mine.”

  We stared at each other some more. And just when I’d worked up the courage and urgency to take action, the impetuous teenager reached out and touched my left boob, jolting me right down to my sexual core.

  “I’ve always wondered what they felt like,” she whispered.

  I swallowed hard, tingling all over. Then I breathed, “You’ll never tell that way.” And without further ado, I lifted my top off and flung it aside, pulled down my bra, letting the sweet young thing get a good look at my heavy, bronze jugs.

  Her baby blues widened even further as I gripped her wrist and guided her hand back onto my tit. She tentatively caressed my bare breast, sending an electric charge coursing through my body. I heated up like a furnace, grabbing the girl’s head and pulling her tight into my heaving chest.

  “Suck my tits!” I moaned, my head swimming.

  Tracy grasped my overblown boobs in her hot little hands and squeezed, the super-sensitive flesh overflowing her moist palms. I groaned. She stuck out her kitten-pink tongue and tickled one of my jutting nipples. I full-body shuddered. I clutched the girl’s ponytails in sexual agony, urging her to fully explore my electrified breasts with her damp hands and mouth.

  She didn’t disappoint, tongue-lashing first one and then my other nipple to painful erection, earnestly lapping at the pair, swirling her tongue all around my pebbly areolae. Then she took one of my fully flowered buds into her wet-hot mouth and sucked on it, staring up at me with her big, bright eyes.

  Tracy suckled my rubbery nipples hungrily and urgently, slurping away, slathering my tingling tits with her hot saliva. I bristled with the raw, wicked eroticism of it all, my pussy smouldering and my body on fire.

  I finally pulled the ardent young lady off my glistening boobs and peeled away my jeans and panties, spread my legs open. I desperately needed to know if she was as good with twats as she was with tits. The pretty young thing showed the respect due her elders, promptly kneeling down on the carpet in front of me and gripping my fleshy thighs, burying her head in between my shaking legs.

  “God, yes, Tracy!” I cried, almost coming in a blaze of pent-up lust as soon as she tongue-tapped my swollen clit.

  I closed my eyes and clung to the girl’s blond, bobbing head, as she excitedly lapped and lapped at my slit. She ran her velvet-sandpaper tongue all the way up from my butt hole to my clit, over and over again, driving me wild.

  Then the darling girl suddenly stopped licking. She looked up at me and grinned, running her tongue over her slimy lips. I clutched her silky ponytails and yanked her face back down into my sopping pussy, and she clamped her pouty lips onto my button and sucked. I spasmed with joy, spasmed again when she boldly slid two of her purple-tipped fingers into my pussy and started plunging away.

  The naughty young honey sucked on my buzzing clit and finger-fucked my slit. I went into meltdown, my overwrought body trembling out of control. The soft-lipped suction and squishy sawing away on my sex became too much for me to bear and I was jolted by orgasm. Again and again, coming multiple times, gushing tangy gratitude all over Tracy’s pretty face and pumping fingers.

  And only when the last of the white-hot lightning bolts of ecstasy had finally dissipated, leaving me wasted in body and soul, did I regain my senses enough to hear my daughter’s car pull into the driveway.

  “Brianne’s home!” I squealed in warning, scrambling off the couch and into my clothes.

  Tracy slowly got up off her knees, casually licking her fingers clean. I grabbed her by the shoulders and desperately kissed and tongued my come off her shiny nose and chin. Just as the front door creaked opened and Brianne strolled into the sex-funked living room.

  I would have plenty of opportunity to thank my daughter’s talented girlfriend more thoroughly in the hot days and nights and weeks that followed, before she skipped off to college in the fall.

  THE ARCADE

  Corinne, Seattle

  I met Jerry at an orgy party in Portland when I was twenty-one. He was an older, more exciting man. Jerry was maybe five feet nine inches, but claimed he was six feet tall. A bit of a pot belly hung out over his jeans, blond hair, blue eyes and a baby face for being thirty-one. Someone who teased my senses. I wanted him to like me. Most of all I wanted to fuck him. From the moment I saw him, I wanted to shove his cock inside of me. Who cares about for ever, I would think to myself. The adventures Jerry and I had were beyond anything I’ve ever experienced again.

  It was a hot summer day when Jerry and I drove down south for the day, stopping off at what seemed to be the only adult store in town because the reader board announced a huge arcade with windows between the booths.

  “Booths with windows in their arcade. How weird is that?” I scrunched my nose a bit.

  “The heat is killer,” Jerry said slyly. “I think we should go inside and cool off.”

  Inside, the true seediness of this establishment was revealed. I love seediness. It lends to atmosphere. All the porno videos that were on display, covers with tits, pussies, cocks, assholes and a myriad of other visual stimuli, were right there in front of us. Even the guy at the counter was seedy, and unable to complete a coherent sentence. He had long greasy hair and was dressed in a wife-beater that gave him an aura of trailer trash.

  A big neon red cursive sign to the back right of the counter advertised arcade. We walked back hand in hand. It smelled of old sex, love, hate and everything in between.

  The inside of the booths were a little dark, but there was a window as promised. The window was covered with a set of blinds on the voyeur’s side only. One wall had a TV screen and a slot to put your money in. Ads for Michael Nin films and the adult mega-star Jewel De’Nyle flashed on the screen in front of us. A bench with torn upholstery was the only furniture. The bench was covered in dingy green vinyl.

  As I walked in I realized that our neighbour could hear us, and see us. I could feel dampness start to come from my honey hole. The walls didn’t go all the way to the top. Jerry was smiling brightly at the realization that others could see and hear us.

  The man beside us peeked through the window watching us. Pulling the slats from the blinds apart, he got a better view as I stripped completely out of my clothing. Our neighbour was balding and had glasses. I flashed him a smile. I heard the blinds come open fully. Now the middle-aged nameless man was staring at us openly. I started to think of him as Peeping Tom. He looked like an old elementary schoolteacher of mine.

  “Bend over the bench, my little cunt.” Jerry’s voice had a sadistic edge to it. That edge is what always has and always will make my pussy wet. “Our ne
ighbour wants to see your pussy,” his voice teased me. I knew that both Jerry and Peeping Tom were staring. I wanted to give them the show of their lives.

  Bending over, I spread my thighs. I felt our neighbour’s eyes focusing on my cunt. Juicy is what Jerry called my pussy lips. He adored my plump round belly, the flab on my arms. All of it encased in golden olive skin. I have fine black ringlet curls on the top of my head, a full mouth and brown eyes that sparkle flecks of gold when I’m excited.

  Still bending over the green vinyl bench staring at the concrete floor, I felt a sharp smack to my pussy.

  “Ah!” I yelped. I jumped a little.

  Jerry laughed. “You’re so responsive.” He leered at me. “Your pussy is weeping. God, you’re a fuckin’ whore.” Cruelty was in his voice. His cruelty only made me wetter. I could feel juices dripping down the inside of my thighs.

  “Ah.” The moan came from a place deep inside my belly. Really it wasn’t just my belly. It started at my clit, travelled up my womb, through my belly, then snaked its way out my mouth.

  “Horny, bitch?” Rhetorical question. Of course I was fucking horny. I wanted to suck his big fat juicy cock right that instant, then shove it in my cunt. Jerry never let me have things when I wanted them though. I knew how the game worked. Jerry’s fingers traced my lips. I could hear Mr Peeping Tom next door breathing heavily. He must have been choking his chicken. Hell, he had to have been. God, my cunt was dripping its silky smooth fluid. I could feel my lips swollen, engorging themselves with blood.

  I felt a stinging sensation; Jerry was spanking me. The unmistakable crack of his palm on my ass cheek. The burning and stinging that followed. The muscles inside my hot wet hole were spasming and aching. All I wanted was something inside.

  “He’s looking at you, my wanton little slut.” I couldn’t see Jerry’s face, but I knew what kind of grin was there. An evil one.

  I felt Jerry’s fingers probe into my slick hot hole. He pulled them out.

  “Look at this. Little threads of girl come.” Jerry shoved his fingers in front of my face. “My. You are a slut,” he said. “I’m going to show our neighbour.” He held his fingers coated in my silk up to the window. A grunt from the man at the window reached my ears.

  “I think I like you best like this,” Jerry told me cruelly.

  “Uh-huh,” came my reply. I don’t know what I was replying to. Maybe just the reactions in my body. Maybe to Jerry. I never knew. I just knew that in those moments I was an object of desire. I only lived for his desire.

  “What’s that? A grunt of gratification, my little bitch?” He always knew exactly what to say to me. Jerry knew dirty talk just made me all the more wanton for him.

  “Should I show our neighbour how much you like my cock in your pussy?”

  I had been thinking that he would never ask. My hole was hungry for him.

  “Please, Jerry.” I was begging. I felt empty in my lower abdomen. It was always hard when he did this.

  “I’m going to fuck your pussy,” he said in a primal and growling voice. “Then I’m going to fuck your face. Of course I can’t leave your asshole unattended.” He stuck his finger in my asshole to emphasize the fact. I rose up on my tiptoes at the entrance of his finger. I loved and hated having my asshole violated. It was something I didn’t want, but I needed.

  “Oh God. You’re so fucking wet.” He was bent over me whispering in my ear. It was more of a hiss. I got off on it.

  An unintelligible moan escaped my lips. I felt his cock probing my cunt opening. The probing was always torturous. It spread my hole just enough to let me know what was to come. I was wondering if the guy in the next booth over had died from a heart attack yet at this point. It wasn’t every day that people got to see normal couples like Jerry and I fucking each other stupid in an adult arcade. I knew that most of the men who visited places like this weren’t getting what they needed at home. It made me smile to think I might be filling that need in a vicarious way for someone.

  Jerry’s cock teased me mercilessly.

  “Jerry, please fuck me.” I almost screamed it. My need was so desperate.

  “Not yet, whore.” God, he was going to make me wait for ever. Damn him.

  “Fuck you,” I muttered under my breath.

  “What was that?” He spanked me ten times. Those were very stingy. Retribution for what I knew he could not hear. It was one of our games. A small spanking that pretended to punish. I felt him shove his cock into my hungry pussy.

  “Oh, Corinne. You’re such a slut when I want you to be. What a dirty little bitch.” He said it just loud enough for our neighbour to hear, as he pounded into me. I was grinding backwards taking in as much of him as I could. My pussy clenched on to him tightly. Oh God, how I wanted to come with him inside me. When he took his cock out I ached. I could feel the emptiness. I whimpered. He hated whimpering, because soon enough I’d have his dick back. Maybe not in the same hole.

  “Kneel,” he commanded me. Jerry was going to fuck my face. I knew it.

  “Please, Jerry, fuck my cunt again,” I begged him.

  “I said kneel, cunt.” It was an unforgiving command punctuated with a sharp smack to my thighs this time. I knelt as quickly as possible. Slaps to the butt made me more excited, but slaps to my thighs burned painfully. Of course, as soon as the sting had worn off I was at a new level of sensitivity. Everything in me became a raw nerve ending. Even my mouth.

  “Suck my cock, bitch.” Sharply he slapped my face. I heard Mr Peeping Tom taking deep laboured breaths. I moaned. My lips encircled his cock. I took all of him into my mouth, pumping my tongue along the length of his shaft.

  It was Jerry’s turn to moan. He pumped himself harder into my mouth.

  His cock was hot and throbbing inside my mouth. He tasted and smelled musky. Musky and salty with sweat. I always relished that flavour. My own juices mingled with his. My own flavour was acidic and had its own musk. His cock had been in my pussy marinating in my juices. His cock soaked in my pussy was truly a gourmet experience.

  I could feel Jerry getting closer to his climax. I always wished he’d do it in my mouth. Hot white come down my throat was always a huge treat; come was always slightly bitter, making my throat burn.

  “You said something naughty to me.” His voice was evil, patronizing, both these things at once. “You don’t get to swallow today,” he said to me. “I’m going to stretch your asshole out. Then I’m going to shoot my load into your ass. You’re going to shit come ribbons. You little slut.” His voice was gravelly.

  “Fuck her ass for the love of God, please.” It was Mr Peeping Tom from next door. He was obviously getting off on our show.

  “Oh, I see someone else admires your slutty ass.” Jerry smacked each cheek harshly. I was sure he was leaving handprints. My ass was always pink after us being together, this time was no exception.

  “Bend back over the bench, whore.” His voice was rough, commanding. I was so far into myself I barely heard him, but I understood that my mouth was no longer full. Jerry would want to finish in one of my holes, I knew that. He always had finished in my ass.

  The head of his shaft traced my perineum. The sensation was like electricity, and even more electrical because I knew there was someone watching.

  “Uh.” Peeping Tom next to us was grunting. He should have been close. I liked to think that my display might have inspired him to a double orgasm.

  “I’m gonna’ fuck your ass, slut,” Jerry told me roughly.

  The rough burning sensation penetrated my asshole. I felt it stretch to accommodate his cock. The skin and hole stretched themselves to accommodate him. Sweet burning pain filled me. Jerry grunted behind me. His balls were slapping into my cheeks as he pumped in and out.

  “Oh yes. Fuck that slut’s ass.” It was the neighbour. “Fuck her hard. Make her hurt.” His breath and speaking were laboured. I could hear him stroking himself.

  “Oh God,” Peeping Tom yelled out. “Look, you nasty slut. I�
�m creaming all over myself because of your tight nasty little asshole.” He was screaming.

  I was able to feel Jerry still working in and out. The sensation filled me.

  “Oh, Corinne, you fucking slut.” His voice was raspy, on the edge of coming. “I am going to come in your asshole, bitch.” Ashe said it he finished. The warm salty sting of his fluids filled my anus.

  “Oh!” Peeping Tom managed to come too. I heard as he wiped himself down, and ran from the booth. Jerry was still in my ass. Slowly he worked himself out making a popping sound as the head came out.

  I felt dirty, violated, and absolutely satisfied after being fucked. I especially loved that someone I didn’t know was watching. I cleaned myself up and got dressed. I helped Jerry clean himself up. We left adult store hand in hand. The clerk smiled at us knowingly. I noticed there were cameras that could be focused into the booths to make sure everything was OK. So more people had been watching than I’d ever guessed. At least we had given them a good show.

  Jerry and I parted ways soon after our video-store experience. He still contacts me from time to time telling me that I was the most fun he’d ever had with a woman. I smile to myself, never revealing he’s the most fun I ever had with any man.

  FORBIDDEN FANTASY

  Lynne, Eindhoven

  Getting off the coach, I peered around, though goodness knows what I was looking for. It may sound weird, but I’d never seen a photo of Paul. After sending him mine I had waited for him to return the favour, but nothing had arrived. I won’t say it wasn’t worrying. Perhaps he was ugly as sin, or an octogenarian with an extremely vivid imagination. Or, my God, perhaps he was actually a woman? He’d told me an awful lot about himself in his emails, but, as with most cyber stuff, there was no way I could prove any of it. I’d just trusted he was telling me the truth. I knew his address, but never even thought of checking out if it was genuine. Suddenly I was beginning to have major doubts about the whole idea. Some people might say it was a bit late to start questioning motives after a nine-hour journey to a foreign country, and some people would be right.