The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotic Confessions

by Barbara Cardy

  Brad, Sheila’s cousin, who was the designated driver, said he was taking me home.

  “It’s too early,” I moaned.

  “You’ve had enough, now get in the car,” he said, and with that we made our way home to my house.

  I was surprised to see cars still in my driveway and most of the lights on. I would have thought the girls would have been gone by now but once we got out of the car we could hear music still blaring from the house.

  “Let’s creep up and see what they’re doing?” I said.

  “That’s childish,” Brad said, but he followed me anyway.

  I was shocked to see Sheila clad in an almost see through negligee. I thought they were only going to buy things, not wear them. Two girls were dancing around provocatively and one who I didn’t know and could only assume was the woman selling the stuff was dressed like a madam, in a leather-clad teddy and thigh-high boots, with dark hair with red painted lips, a cap perched on her head and a fucking whip in her hand!

  “What the fuck’s going on?” I said.

  “Sh,” Brad whispered.

  The woman flicked the whip, causing me to nearly jump backwards, and the two girls stopped dancing.

  “Now,” she said pointing to Brad’s girlfriend, “Sue, it’s your turn.”

  “Hey, what the . . .” Brad said.

  “Sh, let’s see where this is going.”

  Sue and Brad had only been dating a while and to be honest I’d never been that keen on her. They didn’t seem suited. She always seemed aloof, not interested in what the rest of us were doing and Brad had told me in confidence that she didn’t really enjoy sex. He’d been thinking about calling it quits.

  She stood, swaying slightly. She’d obviously had too much to drink, like most of the other women. I was shocked to see the teddy she was wearing had cut outs where the cups were supposed to be and was so high on the thigh you could see where the g-sting disappeared straight up her arse.

  This was nothing like the Sue we knew, who always dressed demurely. Her hair was wild and her face painted whorishly. What had these girls been up to while we were away drinking?

  My eyes bulged at the sight of her. She was fucking gorgeous, her tits hung like melons over the cut outs, swaying as she tried to stand provocatively, giggling as the other girls egged her on.

  The woman in black took the whip and ran it down her cleavage, over each nipple and down over her mound. “Part your legs,” she demanded.

  Sue did.

  She took the whip and rubbed it over her slit. Sue’s head fell back a bit as I held my breath. I didn’t dare look at Brad; I didn’t want him to make me look away. I was dying to see what was going to happen next.

  “Pleasure yourself,” she said.

  Sue ran her hands over her gorgeous tits, pulling at the nipples and squeezing them together.

  “I meant,” the woman said assertively, “with that.” She indicated a big black vibrator on the table near her.

  Turning it on, Sue ran it over her nipples, which hardened instantly. The girls hooted, egging her on further so she strutted around, lips pouting as she flung her hair about and swayed her gorgeous rump.

  “Very good,” the woman said, “now your pussy.”

  She giggled as she ran it over her mound and over her slit, acting like a chick in some porno flick. Then she bent over and ran it down the crack of her arse.

  “Not like that,” the woman said, snatching it from her.

  I must admit I was cracking a fat watching her. I was seeing a different Sue. It made me look at her in a completely different light. I wondered if she’d be into a threesome, if Brad could swing it, but then he’d said she didn’t really enjoy sex. Maybe just not with him.

  I glanced over at him, wondering what he was thinking.

  Suddenly everyone went quiet and I quickly looked back as the woman kneeled before Sue.

  “Open your legs up wide,” she demanded.

  Sue hesitated and the woman slapped at her thigh.

  Sue parted her legs.

  “Now play with your tits,” she said. “You can’t expect a man to know how to please you if you can’t please yourself.”

  “Oh, I already know that. No man can please a woman like another woman.”

  She blushed as she blurted it out. The others were entranced, watching her every move.

  “Well it’s true. Tell me if any of you really get it off with your guys. Making love to a woman is so much better. Just ask me, I know.”

  “What the fuck is she talking about?” Brad said, clearly angry now. She’d insulted his manhood and the other girls were probably already thinking he was a dud in bed.

  As Sue played with her tits and the others took in what she said, my cock jumped up even further as the woman pulled aside the material and without another word licked at Sue’s flaps. Sue jumped and tried to pull back but the woman held her fast. Suddenly Sue’s eyes seemed to roll upwards and she dropped her head back as the vibrator came into view, slipping over her slit.

  I was amazed that the girls just allowed it all to happen and part of me wondered what they’d been doing earlier, what I might have missed while getting pissed.

  I didn’t dare look at Brad now and wondered what he thought about seeing another woman with his girlfriend. Then the dildo must have been inserted completely because Sue began to moan and I could see the woman thrusting with one hand while she played with Sue’s clit with the other.

  I wanted to see what Sheila was doing but I didn’t want to miss a thing. I watched as Sue became more and more agitated, thrusting back into the dildo, holding the woman’s head closer to her while she began to moan, ‘Oh, my God, oh God,’ and then suddenly she was screaming louder as her body shuddered and shuddered.

  The woman kept going until Sue pushed her away. On shaky legs she looked about the room as if seeing everyone for the first time.

  “Excellent,” the woman said and with that Sue ran from the room and locked herself in the bathroom.

  The party finished then, with all the girls making a quick exit, except Sue, Sheila and the madam. Brad and I stayed hidden, waiting to see what else would happen, and man were we glad we did. Sue came out of the bathroom.

  “I can’t believe I allowed you to do that,” she said to the woman.

  “What? You only did what felt good and only another woman can really know. You said so yourself.”

  “Do you really think that’s true?” Sheila asked, now coming closer to them both.

  “Of course,” the woman said. “If I touch you here on the inside of your thigh, that feels good, doesn’t it?”

  “Yeah,” Sheila said.

  “And if I touch you here,” she said, her hand sliding up and down Sheila’s pussy.

  “Hmm, yeah,” Sheila said.

  “You’re really into chicks,” the woman said to Sue.

  “Yeah.”

  “And you’ve been trying to hide it from everyone?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I’m sick of being judged. My parents were horrified when my best friend Veronica came out. The plan had been for her to break it first and then I was going to come out too but they went ballistic, even banned me from seeing her.”

  “You poor thing.”

  “After that I kept trying to fight it. I even got myself a boyfriend so people now think I’m straight but I hate it, hate having to live the lie. When I don’t see Brad I’m with Veronica.”

  “You shouldn’t have to do that,” Sheila said.

  I noticed the woman’s hand was still lingering on Sheila’s pussy. Sheila was not pushing her hand away, much to my surprise.

  “I know, but that’s how it is.”

  “Well not anymore. I certainly would never judge you and I’m sure Brad will understand if you explain it to him.”

  “I want to but I’m still worried about my parents. They’ve met Brad and really like him and I don’t want to hurt him.”

&n
bsp; “So, is making love to a woman really all that much different?” Sheila asked.

  “Oh, it’s magical. There’s nothing like it in the world,” the woman replied.

  All three were quiet then. Sheila and Sue stared at each other and the woman looked from one to the other as though debating something.

  “Both of you take off your clothes and lay on the couch there and I’ll show you how to really have an orgasm you’ll never forget. Sheila, you open up wide and Sue, lay between her legs, open up those flaps and begin to lick her like you would an ice-cream, long and slow. You know how.”

  The two girls did as she asked and Brad and I stayed in our positions, watching in amazement. I wasn’t sure if I should be angry, after all Sheila was just about to cheat on me with another woman.

  “Now,” the woman said, running her hand over Sue’s bare back, down her rump and cupping her snatch. “Nuzzle in and get the clit nice and hard, a little finger fucking would be good, too.”

  Fuck, I couldn’t believe I was watching Sheila and Sue getting it on together. The woman produced a small vibrator and switched it on. She pushed it over Sheila’s clit while Sue’s mouth was still on her.

  Sheila started gyrating all over the place, attacking her tits and groaning about how great it was and for Sue to keep going and going. I watched jealously as she came, her thighs wrapping hard against Sue’s head like she does with me. When she was spent the woman suggested they change places so Sheila could do the same to Sue.

  Sheila was hesitant. “I’ve never done this sort of thing before.”

  “And didn’t you just love what I did to you?” Sue asked.

  “Sure, it was fantastic. Best orgasm I’ve had in ages.”

  “Then do it to me.”

  What did she mean the best orgasm she’d had in ages? She’d said the same thing to me last night. I bristled with anger.

  “Not funny when the shoe is on the other foot,” Brad said to me.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Not very nice hearing your woman fancies another chick now, is it?”

  “Yeah, but yours is a lesbian. She said so herself.”

  “So what’s the difference between what Sheila’s going to do to her now? Does that make Sheila have lesbian tendencies?”

  “Fuck, I don’t know. We’re getting married in three weeks. What if she enjoys Sue more than me?”

  I was nervous now. Nervous that perhaps my wedding would be cancelled. We stared at the two girls getting it on and for a while my jealously subsided and fear took over. I loved Sheila.

  The woman watched them for a while before quietly packing up and leaving. Sue and Sheila were now in the 69 position and I heard Sheila say, “I wish Frank was here. I know he’d love to watch.”

  “They all love to watch, but I’m going to take your advice and tell Brad. Maybe we can work something out. Maybe he’ll still pretend to be my boyfriend if he can watch Veronica and I making out.”

  As Sheila licked delicately at Sue’s pussy I heard her say, “Do you think you could, you know, do it with me and let Frank watch.”

  “Sure, as long as he knows I’m not interested in having sex with him.”

  Brad had had enough.

  “I’m going. As much as I enjoy watching, I’m sure you’d like to get things sorted out with Sheila so I’ll leave you to it.”

  I watched him walk dejectedly to his car and take off. The girls were still at it. Could I sneak in and pretend I hadn’t been watching for ages, that I hadn’t heard the conversations they’d had?

  My lips were dry with fear. Rejection was a scary thing but I did hear Sue say she’d do it with Sheila in front of me so I snuck in and stood at the door watching them. Sheila was on top of Sue. Sue’s legs were stretched out wide, her back was arched and she was pulling at her tits while Sheila continued to munch on her pussy. I tiptoed over.

  I grabbed Sheila’s hips and pulled her up. She stopped stock still, glancing fearfully over her shoulder, probably wondering if she was about to be attacked by some intruder.

  “I can explain,” she whispered, unable to move.

  Sue’s eyes were wide and she tried to disengage herself from beneath Sheila.

  “Stay where you are,” I said to her.

  “Hey,” she whispered, “where did you come from?”

  “I’ve been watching from the window, so I know what’s going on. I heard about how you felt and about Veronica.”

  Sue flushed scarlet.

  “It’s okay,” I said, “I won’t tell anyone. That’s your call.”

  “So . . . so are you OK with this?” Sheila said.

  “Only if you let me join in.”

  “Go right ahead,” she laughed as she attacked Sue with renewed vigour.

  I rubbed Sheila’s hips, then her cheeks before I pried them open. I wanted to fuck her up the arse but that would be pushing things. I didn’t want to spoil the moment, didn’t want too much too quickly, so I eased my cock into her saturated pussy.

  The heat coming from her was awesome. Watching her head bobbing back and forth over Sue while I was fucking her had me coming in minutes.

  “Sorry,” I said to Sheila.

  “Don’t be. I’m so wrapped things worked out like this,” she said. “We’ve always talked about having a threesome and now we can.”

  “What? You want to do this again?”

  “Sure, don’t you? Only next time we can do it at our leisure.”

  “Who the fuck are you and what have you done with my fiancée?” I laughed.

  “Sit back and watch.”

  Now the two of them really put on a show. There was body lotion on the table and Sheila took some and rubbed it into Sue’s skin. Then they lay together slipping and sliding over each other. Their bodies were slick with oil and it wasn’t long before I was horny again.

  There’s nothing like seeing two women together and when they come there is a look about them, a look I’ve never seen before.

  Sheila enjoys sex with Sue but still wants me. She says there’s nothing better than a cock, but Sue’s now come clean and told Brad and he’s cool with it all. He liked Sue’s idea about watching her and Veronica together and still pretending to her parents that they’re an item.

  After Sue left and we lay together in each other’s arms, Sheila had a confession to make.

  “I knew you and Brad were there,” she whispered.

  “What?”

  “I saw you peeking in. I thought it was the perfect opportunity for things to pan out the way they did. Sue had been coming on to me as soon as she got tipsy and I knew with you watching it would be the perfect time to act out our fantasy.”

  “You shifty little thing,” I said, slapping her thigh playfully.

  “I loved putting on a show for you. I knew Brad was there too so I was hoping you wouldn’t get too mad. I had to take the risk. It was so exciting knowing the two of you were there.”

  “Did Sue know?”

  “No and I’m glad she didn’t otherwise we may never have known about her being a lesbian. Now we’re all getting what we want.”

  “So, are there any other surprises you’ve got for me?”

  “Well, I did notice the woman left that vibrator behind. I thought maybe we could use it on you.”

  “You’re a deviant.”

  “No, I’m the woman you’re going to marry and you know now that there will never be any reason for you to stray. I’ll make sure you’re more than happy sexually and you just promise to love me forever.”

  “That’s easy,” I said, cuddling her, but at the same time I was wondering what that vibrator would feel like buzzing inside my butt.

  ALICIA’S TOUCH

  Debbie, Bournemouth

  My name is Debbie. I started uni vowing I’d steer clear of men and relationships and concentrate on studying. I was doing fine until the start of year two when Alicia moved in as my new flatmate.

  She was elegant and dainty with a froth of bouncy
black hair and a perfect tiny figure which, in all innocence, I’d envied. My figure is neither little nor perfect.

  Early on in that second year I had to go into hospital for a minor operation and the letter suggested I might like to shave between my legs beforehand or else a nurse would be available on arrival to “assist me”.

  From the start, our friendship sparked and thrived. When I got that letter I confided in her that I was worried that if I did it myself I’d make a mess of it, and the thought of a nurse doing it horrified me.

  The night before, Alicia asked, “Shaved and ready for tomorrow?”

  I shook my head.

  “Thought not. Never mind, I can do it for you, if you like. All over in ten minutes. I’ll get my stuff.”

  It was a way out of the nurse doing it tomorrow but I offered token resistance “What if Jen comes . . .”

  Again, in innocence, I’d thought the brooding Jen was her best friend. She came and went as she pleased, and sleepovers were quite routine.

  “She’s away.” Alicia’s charismatic smile made everything seem possible. She went to her room and I sat in shock, unable to believe what was about to happen.

  She returned carrying a bowl of water, a towel over her shoulder and a mischievous smile. “I can’t do the job through your jeans, can I? It’s a shave not keyhole surgery!” She put the bowl down.

  I smiled shyly, stood up and, with that surreal doctor’s surgery feeling, took off my jeans and panties, blushing.

  She laid a towel on the centre seat of the sofa. “Now, sit near the edge and then lean all the way back.”

  She looked down at me and, scissors in hand, said softly, “Now if you would please open your legs . . .”

  I obeyed.

  She knelt between my legs. “Debbie, don’t be embarrassed, your body is lovely. I’ll cut the hair close and then shave you. This experience will be so much better for you now than it would have been tomorrow.”

  I was beginning to relax but her first gentle, discreet touch brought such a tingle of pleasure, I flinched.

  With an intuitive glint in her eyes, she said, “This is unfair, I agree.” In a blink she’d taken her top off and tossed it away. “Now we’re equal.” Alicia rarely wore a bra and never around the flat. She had perfect breasts, small with extraordinarily erect nipples – then I realized they were so hard because they were fully aroused. A shock of excitement mixed me up.