The Mammoth Book of Erotic Confessions (29 page)

I wanted to sink my teeth into those fleshy bumpers, bury my tongue to the tonsils in between her hot buns, but first and foremost, I wanted to shove my fat cock into that girl’s
unviolated butt hole before she changed her mind about the whole thing. I pulled her cute little purple panties down and off and applied hand to ass – gripped her firm, round butt cheeks and
squeezed them, kneaded them, playfully slapped them around a bit till they turned pink with embarrassment.

Ashley reached back and spread her cheeks in open invitation, and I swallowed hard and gripped my dick and pushed my big, bloated cock head up against her tiny bunghole. I had no idea how
I’d fit all of my swollen pork into her ultra-small chute, but I was bound and determined to find a way.

“Fuck my ass with your big cock!” she bleated, cranking the sexual heat up another few notches.

As her silver-tipped fingernails dug into her lush butt flesh, and her body trembled with anticipation and nervousness, I recklessly ploughed my monster cock-top into her starfish, penetrating
her petulant pucker, and then began easing my throbbing rod into her virgin anus. She moaned and buried her face in a pillow, before unexpectedly thrusting her ass backwards, helping me bury my
greased bone almost to the balls in her gripping bum. My pole sank into her butt like a spike into the warm, wet earth.

I gripped the sheet on either side of her and churned my hips, slowly at first, barely moving my ass-embedded cock, then faster and faster and faster, torquing up the speed to the point where I
was banging the babe’s bum with an animal ferocity. I pounded my dick into her bouncing bottom, looming over the groaning girl and pummelling her ass. Great drops of sweat slid off my face
and splashed down onto my sweetie, her tremulous ass rippling in time to my cock-spanking, my heavy balls loudly smacking her bronze booty.

“I’m coming!” I hollered, all too soon.

“Come in my ass!” she shrieked back, her head jerking to and fro.

I desperately slammed her ass a few more times, then threw back my head and bellowed and blasted white-hot semen up Ashley’s jiggling bum. My body quivered like a sexual tuning fork as I
rocketed load after load of sizzling jizz into her beautiful behind. I filled her sweat-dappled caboose to overflowing, my ruptured cock pouring what seemed like a gallon of come inside her.

When it was finally over, I collapsed on top of her, my cock and body drained. Then I tugged my wasted dick out of her vicelike petoot and rolled onto my back next to her, let blessed sleep hit
me again like a ton of bricks.

“Derek!” someone hissed in my ear, seemingly only minutes later.

I groaned.

“It’s Abby,” the girl shaking my shoulder whispered. “I need to see you right away.”

I groaned again, but allowed myself to be pulled out of bed, out of my bedroom, and into the neighbouring guest room. I rubbed sand out of my eyes and squinted at the spitting image of Ashley
– right down to the skimpy, white T-shirt and purple panties. “What’s up, Abby?”

She hooked a finger in between her pouty lips and stared down at her feet. “Well, urn, I heard you and my sister having sex – I couldn’t help it, you know, the walls are so
thin – and, anyway, it got me really hot . . . and I was wondering if maybe you and I –”

“Hold it right there!” I blurted. Even half asleep and horny as hell, I still had enough sense to realize that I had too good a thing going with Ashley – especially with anal
sex now added to the mix – to throw it away on a fling with her sister. “I can’t cheat on Ashley. It wouldn’t be right. We’ve –”

“I thought you’d say that, Derek,” she interrupted, sliding her panties down to reveal a heart tattoo just to the left of her pussy – revealing that she was, in fact, my
girlfriend, Ashley. “I was just checking. Now, how ’bout givin’ me some of that butt-loving?”

I enthusiastically reamed her taut, oversized ass out for what I thought was the second time that magical night. To be honest, though, I’m not exactly sure who got bum-banged how many
times, because both sisters were walking kind of funny the following day. And when Abby had left, Ashley coyly confided that, as twins, the two girls always shared everything, but since Abby was
the more daring of the two, it was her job to try out new experiences first.

What I do know about that Ashley–Abby interlude, is that I fucked bodacious booty at least twice during one super-sexed night, and Ashley’s lush bottom has been mine ever since.

Susannah, Bristol

This is a heck of a confession, and if my ex is reading this, then my secret will be out. Here goes, anyway.

I came out when I was twenty. I kind of knew I was gay all along, but it took a more confident girl showing an interest and showing me the ropes to make me make the change from wallflower into
participant. This confession is about my first girlfriend – I’ll call her Carla to spare her blushes.

We had been going out a few months and the French kissing and fully clothed fingering had progressed to oral sex. She was much better at it than me – I rarely made her come but she was a
natural. I came the first time she kissed me down there and every time after that. All through the days in my first job I used to think of seeing her and having her go down on me.

Anyway, one summer afternoon I had been shopping in town and decided to surprise her. I took the bus and got off at her flat. She was in – just out of the bath and gorgeous in a towelling
robe. We kissed and she pulled me straight into the bedroom with a wicked grin. We snogged on the bed for a while, feeling each other’s tits and stroking hair and limbs. Then her hands went
up my skirt and started playing in my knickers. The familiar warm glow went through my head and I settled down for a good licking. Soon the knickers were off and she had my thighs spread, lapping
away at my pussy. It was at this stage I realized I needed the loo. I had felt like I needed to go on the bus but in the excitement of seeing Carla all pink from the bath it had slipped my mind. I
wondered how long it would take me to come. I could have a wee after my orgasm, in the “interval” before getting Carla off with my fingers. I tried to focus on the pleasure, looking at
Carla’s naked form, her face buried in my pussy, her hand twiddling between her legs. The more I tried not to think about it, the more I needed to go. The two sensations became strangely
mingled – a burning, prickling pleasure and a woozy, fuzzy pain. At one point I raised my torso and muttered “Carla,” but she mumbled into my pussy and pushed me back down. I held
on.

Suddenly she stopped and raised her glistening face (I was always a drippy girl and my juices were shining on her chin). “Sit on my face, sweetie,” she said, and lying on her back,
she wagged her long tongue in the air.

I tried to protest but she shushed me and slapped my bare bottom. She was very dominant and I was used to doing what I was told. I clambered up and straddled her face, lowering my wet cunt onto
her waiting mouth, draping my skirt about her ears. I still had my shoes on. I faced away from her body and held onto the tubular steel of the headboard. The pressure in my bladder was extreme and
it didn’t help that as Carla ate me out, she held onto my hips, her thumbs tenderly massaging my stomach and loins. It was unbearable. Then a crisis came. The pain of holding on was getting
unbearable and the pleasure was mounting. Carla was going to town – her long tongue intruding into my sex, lapping at the slick, swollen lips and flicking my hard clit side to side. I rested
my bladder muscles for just a second, to ease the pain, and to my horror, a drop slipped out. I felt the warm, stinging sensation of the start of a wee. Carla’s lapping stopped for a split
second and then carried on as enthusiastically as before. Had she noticed? I panicked and tried to hold on but once I had broken the seal . . . Drop by drop, I began to leak piss, my wee dripping
from me like champagne from a fizzing bottle. In my defence the relief was indescribable and coupled with the pleasure Carla’s soft mouth was giving me I was dazed – not in my right
mind. I have told you I was a very messy girl when it came to excitement and my cream was always plentiful. Carla slurped and gulped at my frothing crotch, guzzling down my offerings, not just
pussy juice now but my pee as well.

I must have piddled away for minutes on end, moaning in ecstasy all the while as Carla twisted my nipples through my blouse and pinched my bottom with her sharp nails, licking my swollen
clitoris. The piss was always tiny drops and each time I promised myself, through waves of pleasure, that this one was the last, that I had stopped now – that is until the next tiny drop. I
pictured her lips smeared with my honeyed glaze, with tiny, secret drops of pee running across her tongue and down her throat. Finally – something we had been experimenting with – a
slippery pinkie in my bottom made me come unexpectedly and joyously and I let the last teaspoonful of piss go in a hot, sweet spurt. I think she thought I’d ejaculated and probably promoted
herself up the lesbian ladder for that little coup. Only I knew I had wilfully and with malice aforethought peed in my lover’s mouth.

I climbed off, trembling (it had been a major orgasm) and kissed her passionately – the very least I could do. There was no untoward taste, to my relief, just her coppery breath and my own
feminine musk. I finally went to the loo. Not a drop left. I never told her what had happened and she never spoke a word about it. To this day I wonder if she was oblivious, or if she knew, if she
relished and welcomed the taste of my gift sparkling down her throat. I’ll never know, but I know what I wish was true.

Amber, Lancaster

It had been a long week for me. There were so many deadlines for me to meet that I had been in the office from 7 a.m. until well past midnight for four days solid, getting very
little sleep and surviving on a cocktail of energy drinks and coffee.

Finally, I had everything finished, and managed to retire home in the early evening. Even though I was exhausted, a friend of mine had made me promise to go out clubbing with her that night.
Topped up with plenty of caffeine, I got ready, slipping into my favourite dress, the slinky silver one that hugs my curves perfectly and really sets off my light blond hair. Stilettos buckled, I
tottered out of the house to meet Jane.

When we hit the club it didn’t take the adrenaline long to kick in – helped along by a couple of generous measures of boozy Red Bull. Jane and I were on fire, wiggling and grinding
together on the dance floor, and laughing in the brief interludes when we paused to quench our thirst.

Towards midnight, we were approached by a pair of rather good-looking guys: one, Tyne, was just my type, tall, with blue eyes and a thick crop of lush black hair, and Jake, the other, well built
with short sandy hair and twinkling green eyes. Fuelled by our drinks, we dragged the pair onto the dance floor with us, and shortly I found myself pressing up not only against Tyne’s
gorgeous body, but a throbbing hard boner, too. My eyes met his, and he must have sensed how turned on I was by being able to feel him so hard through his jeans, because he reached out to caress my
breasts, giving the erect nipples of my double-Ds a squeeze with his strong fingertips. I let out a small moan of pleasure, my dancing momentarily forgotten, until it was broken by Jane.

“Come on, let’s get out of here,” she whispered into my ear, her breath hot and tainted with vodka as she tried to make herself heard over the music. “I’ve invited
them back to my place, and I’m desperate to see what he’s like under those clothes!”

Jane and Jake were wrapped in each other’s arms from the moment we left the club, with him pressing her up against buildings as they went, thrusting his crotch at hers through their
clothing while she moaned and giggled. Tyne and I were relatively more sedate, with him wrapping his arm around me, the hand reaching down every so often to tweak at my left nipple. It was such a
simple gesture, but it turned me on so much that I had to suppress my moans.

Once we got in the taxi, I couldn’t wait any longer. Jane and Jake were lip-locked, and I leaned over to whisper into Tyne’s ear, “Let’s give them a bit of competition,
shall we?”

I was so horny I couldn’t hold back, and without waiting for Tyne’s reply, I slipped my hands up my skirt and quickly pulled down my thong. Tyne’s eyes went wide with surprise,
and my hand on his crotch could feel how hot and hard he was.

I didn’t care that the taxi driver could see us – apparently he was up for a show as he didn’t interrupt us at all during the ride home. By now, all I wanted was to feel
Tyne’s cock deep inside me, and so I straddled him, my breasts in his face, and gently rocked my hips back and forth, rubbing myself against his hard member through the rough fabric of his
trousers. It felt so good that I began to unbutton them, releasing his dick so that it stood up proud, asking to be ridden. But rather than slip it inside me, I wrapped one arm around Tyne’s
neck, and with the other I started masturbating, making sure that he could feel my wet slit rubbing against him, making his trousers wet.

Tyne was enjoying it as much as I was, and I was almost at an orgasm when we reached the house. As I got out of the taxi, I knew that I was flashing my cheeks and, most likely, my sex to Jake
and Tyne, but the thought of it (not to mention the look on the taxi driver’s face!) just turned me on more.

As soon as we were through the door my frustration at not having come in the car got the better of me and, without caring about the other two, I snatched at Tyne’s trousers, then quickly
pulled them and his boxers down around his ankles. Though he was a little shy at first, he overcame it as soon as I got down on my knees and put his cock in my mouth.

I wouldn’t let him come though, not yet, and when his little moans of ecstasy told me that he was close, I stood up and, pulling him by his shirt, led him into the living room, where Jane
was already riding her man on the sofa. It’s a situation I’m used to, so I didn’t flinch. We’re very close, and if ever there’s a threesome opportunity she’s the
one who I’ll invite, and vice versa.