The Mammoth Book of Erotic Confessions (56 page)

I sank to my knees on the bare floorboards for a better angle, allowing me to dip my tongue between her folds and coax her button out of hiding. I reached up and placed a thumb over her anus and
began to massage there as I continued to tease her clit.

The moans coming from Kate suggested that Kelly was doing well in her own ministrations. I leaned in and latched on to Kelly’s clit with my lips, sucking firmly to elicit a groan from her.
A frustrated cry from Kate suggested that my pleasing Kelly was distracting her from finishing off the brunette.

I took it as a challenge. I inserted a finger into Kelly’s cunt and coated it with her juices before allowing it to replace my thumb over her anus. Little by little I increased the
pressure of my sucking and my finger. Suddenly Kelly’s asshole relaxed and my finger slipped inside, gaining another response from both women.

My dick had now recovered and was straining to gain my attention; he wanted back in the game.

Keeping my finger in place I stood and ran my engorged head over Kelly’s blond lips. She pushed her hips back at me, encouraging me to enter her. I pulled back.

Kelly forgot about Kate and glanced back at me. In response to her unanswered question I asked, “Rubbers?”

In annoyance she pointed at the coffee table where a large bowl held an assortment of prophylactics. Obviously this wasn’t a completely new experience for these ladies. I randomly grabbed
a foil packet and tore it open. Kelly had gone back to pleasuring Kate and without my distractions had managed to push her along. I slowly rolled on the ribbed strawberry-coloured sheath. I moved
back into position behind Kelly but waited until Kate was truly into the throes of her orgasm before plunging into Kelly’s pussy.

Her own lubrication mixed with that of the rubber, allowing me to slide all the way home in a single thrust. Her head reared back and a guttural groan escaped her lips. With measured, long
strokes, I drilled her canal, slowly building up my pace.

From beneath us, Kate recovered enough to swing around so she could suck on Kelly’s nipples and tease her clit with her fingers. With both of us working on her, Kelly’s climax built
quickly. Feeling her inner muscles beginning to contract, I shortened my strokes, my cock becoming a blur as I pounded into her, my finger still massaging her anus.

Her inner muscles clamped around my shaft. I endured a moment of intense pain as she squeezed and then she came. A torrent of juices washed against my pubic bone and ran down our thighs to soak
into the upholstery. On feeling her obvious release I followed her lead and began to pump my load into the latex.

We found a number of different ways to fit all three of us into a daisy chain that morning but eventually I was too exhausted to get my dick to cooperate any more.

It struck me then that I still hadn’t measured up the sofa, the women hadn’t picked a fabric and there was still the problem of getting the thing onto the truck. My legs were shaky
as it was. Lifting a huge antique sofa wasn’t going to be easy.

Kate and Kelly gave me the solution. “Why don’t you come back tomorrow with someone from work?” suggested Kelly.

“With two big strong men, it shouldn’t be a problem getting it up . . . onto the truck,” added Kate.

I didn’t miss the innuendo or the sudden renewed interest these two were showing. I left the pattern books with them overnight so they could have a good look through them.

My biggest problem now is which of the lads from work should I take with me?

Jane, Powell River

When my partner and I bought a computer and discovered the Net, I decided it was time we expanded our horizons. We’d always had a pretty lively sex life but there was
definitely something lacking somewhere. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. What was that elusive X factor? It dawned on me one evening when I was surfing the internet and came across a
site about erotic corporal punishment.

I wanted to be spanked.

Suddenly, various pieces of a scattered puzzle fitted together with a satisfying click. My partner had always been fond of giving my cheeks an affectionate swat in the passing – could he
rise to a full assault upon my rear? I decided to find out.

Peter and I are fond of watching a blue movie after our Friday night curry. The film inevitably leads to an extended session on the couch in our living room. For Spanking Night, I picked a new
DVD from the adult video shop
Comeuppance – Tales of Wicked Schoolgirls.
The cover showed a nubile eighteen-year-old bending over, holding her ankles as a stern schoolmaster brandished
a cane above her tight little behind. The “schoolgirl” wore a micro-mini kilt and a skimpy clingy top. I completed my shopping with a trip to Oxfam, where I found a school pinafore,
perfect for flipping up to expose a naughty bottom.

When Peter arrived home that evening, he found me dressed in my new uniform. I had added sheer seamed stockings and shiny black stilettos with four-inch heels. The pinafore was very short and
tight. I’m a big girl and my tits were crammed into the bodice, threatening to pop out any moment. Peter was speechless. He put down his briefcase and stared at me. Then something interesting
happened.

“Bend over, Jane.”

It was my turn to stare. I had set the evening up so carefully. Dinner first, then wine and
Comeuppance.
It looked as if Peter had his own ideas. We both breathed hard as I bent over the
couch. My bottom felt vulnerable, clad in the flimsiest of black see-through panties. Suddenly, my pussy was extremely wet. I could sense Peter standing just behind me and a delicious blend of
nerves and anticipation surged through me.

“You do have a lovely bum, Jane. And a very sexy one too.”

I groaned and thrust my hips towards Peter like a horny slut. I wanted two things – a sound spanking and a hard fuck, preferably doggy-style. Cool fingers caressed the satiny flesh at the
tops of my thighs. Moisture oozed from my swollen pussy and melted into the see-through panties. I imagined how my bottom would look to Peter. Wide and curvy, like a big luscious peach. I already
wanted to come. Peter traced the soft lines of my hips with his fingertips and I shivered.

“I know what you need. A damn good spanking.”

I swear, at that moment, I would’ve begged for it. Peter raised his hand and smacked my wriggling bum. A delicious warm tingle spread through my cheeks. My clit throbbed.

“Take your panties down, Jane.”

Slowly, I did as I was instructed, savouring the wickedness. My pussy was hot and wet, my clit ready to explode with pleasure. Again and again his firm hand slapped against my tender exposed bum
like a series of tiny bee stings and I ground my hips, crying out for Peter to fuck me. Quickly, he unzipped himself and I heard the familiar rustle of the condom wrapper. Groaning, he thrust his
solid cock deep inside my velvety, melting cunt. My boobs popped out of the tiny pinafore as we fucked, doggy-style, and he squeezed their bouncing juiciness as we pounded to a noisy climax.

I think the entire street must’ve heard us come that night. And, yes, we did get round to watching that DVD. Eventually . . .

Isabelle, Chicago

When sweet little Tracy came to my front door asking if my daughter was home, I just about wet my panties right then and there. You see, the cute-as-a-button eighteen-year-old
was scantily attired in a midriff-baring, pink halter top and a pair of tight, white shorty-shorts, her strawberry-blond hair braided into two impish ponytails.

“Uh, no, Tracy, I’m sorry,” I said, running my eyes all over the burgeoning babe’s body, “but Brianne won’t be back until eight or so.”

She turned to leave, and I impulsively shot out my hand and grabbed on to her bare arm. Her smooth, tanned skin felt so very good in my hand. In the split second that it took my pussy to dampen
at the sight of the pretty teenager, I’d decided to try to put the moves on her.

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.

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.