The Mammoth Book of Erotic Confessions (60 page)

“Your juices taste like nectar, Ms Davidson,” he said.

Again Roberts skewered me, pushing his finger carefully up my hole, then stirring, stretching, exploring while still sucking on my engorged teats. Suddenly, my body spasmed. Dear God, what was
that? I thought. He rubbed the spot again, then again and my hips jerked uncontrollably every time he did so.

Could it really be a G-spot? I wondered in bewilderment.

He began pumping my vagina with his finger, alternating deep thrusts with pressure on the sensitive spot, all the while using his tongue on my wildly sensitive clitoris. My cries filled the room
as I thrashed helplessly under the stimulation.

I realized I was losing control and should stop the experiment. But the sensations surging through me were heavenly. I thought I was losing my mind. If this was orgasm, I wanted it to go on
forever. The waves of pleasure ravaged me as Roberts worked me into a frenzy. As the convulsions gripped my body I turned into a shrieking, feral woman.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more I felt his cock nuzzle at my orifice. My juices soaked us as Roberts pushed the head of his stiff penis into my opening. His finger must have
expanded my cunt, because as he kept pushing hard, I opened for him. Slow, very slowly, he forced his penis all the way in, penetrating me deeper than I ever believed possible.

His cock stretched my cunt to the limit, filling it completely. My vagina squeezed the throbbing penis as I savoured the feel of him inside me. But already he was moving. Slow at first, then as
my tunnel enlarged for him, faster and faster, Roberts plunged into me. I thought he would split me in two. His assault rose to a crescendo driving me into shrieking hysteria. I was sure that these
were my last moments, that I would die from such indescribable rapture. As my brain shut down and my body disintegrated, my last coherent sensation was of an eruption deep inside me. As I expired I
could feel his come filling my cunt.

Slowly my scrambled brain regained awareness and my body reassembled itself. Surprise, I was still alive! Roberts lay on his back beside me. We were gasping, dripping with sweat. My pubis and
thighs were splattered with pussy juices, but I was in a state of total bliss.

“That was miraculous,” I breathed. “I’ve never been fully penetrated before because it was just so painful. But you got your penis in without hurting me at all, not even
when you thrust so hard I thought I would fall apart.”

“I’d be appalled if I hurt you,” Nigel said.

“You didn’t, but you’ve given me the first real orgasm of my life, a truly apocalyptic experience.”

He rolled on top of me and I put my arms around his neck and crossed my legs high on his back. I liked his body between my thighs and his weight crushing me into the bed.

“I can’t thank you enough. I thought I’d die from ecstasy. I couldn’t survive many of those.”

“That’s unfortunate,” he declared, “because now I know how to open you, you’ll get them frequently. Every woman needs regular orgasms to keep her healthy and happy.
You’re a difficult lay, Charlotte, your clitoris and G-spot are hard to find and your vagina is extremely tight. That means you have to get laid by the right man. And that’s
me!”

I thought I would faint again; I was in turmoil. I had come here to humiliate this man. Instead he had given me a mind-blowing orgasm and now proposed to do it regularly.

Our lips brushed, our tongues entwined, then our mouths coupled. The kiss liquefied my whole body. Nigel’s tongue was deep in my mouth when I felt his stiff penis nudging me.

“Jesus. You’re hard again!” I exclaimed.

“That’s what happens when I kiss you,” he responded. “May I have you again?”

I thought for a moment. “You don’t have to do this,” I said. “You’ve already won the bet.”

“Who cares about the bet,” Nigel replied. “You’re the sexiest woman on the planet, Charlotte. The sight of your naked body fills me with lust. I want to fuck you for
ever.”

Scarcely able to believe what was happening to me, I lay back and spread my legs for him.

My recollections of the next few hours are hazy. I know room service delivered supper and I know we rested and talked. But my dim memory is that Nigel explored many different ways of opening my
cunt. I don’t know how many times he made me come, but in the late evening I collapsed in complete exhaustion.

It was late morning when Nigel woke me and I lay drowsily as he peeled off my stockings. He looked gorgeous, and his penis was so sweet, unrecognizable as the rampant cock that had impaled me
yesterday. He contemplated my naked body and murmured, “Ravishing,” then carried me into the shower.

We crossed the crowded lobby holding hands. I tried to ignore the amused glances directed at me. But I knew my ungainly walk told every experienced woman I had a very tender pussy. And they
would guess it was due to a night of wild sex with the man beside me. But I didn’t care. For the first time in my life I was a fully orgasmed woman.

Alice was thrilled to hear the result of our encounter and I had to give her a detailed account of my initiation into orgasmic rapture. “Told you he was the man for you, Charlie,”
she said with a smirk. “He’s right about frequent sex and good health. Make sure you get it four or five times a week, more if possible. You’ve waited a long time for this,
Charlie. Go for it.”

So that’s how a temper tantrum led to the loss of my orgasmic virginity. I’ll always be a difficult lay of course, but Nigel has discovered many different ways to ravish me and is
always trying new ones. As promised, he keeps me fully sexed. I’m a blissfully happy (and exceedingly healthy) woman.

Alex, Bridgend

I know this might sound too fantastic but you can never tell what’s going on in other people’s minds, particularly if we’re talking about other cultures and
perspectives. I still shiver with excitement every time I relive what happened. I think knowing that my girlfriend will never know what happened to me that morning while she was on the way to work
just makes it all the more delicious . . .

For weeks, I had seen them, standing there, outside that row of terraced houses. I started to try to imagine what or who they were waiting for. I knew there were a lot of workers from Eastern
Europe there, and they just didn’t look British somehow: one petite with that thick jet-black hair and those deep, almost black eyes that nearly, but never quite, caught mine as I passed her
every day, and the other, blond, tall and Nordic looking. I walk to work, down into town and spend every boring day sat at my computer, accessing endless emails and answering the phone. I’d
convinced myself that they were waiting for a lift to work, they couldn’t be waiting for their boyfriends every day at 7.30, could they?

Almost subconsciously, I started to try to look better for them, my suits were cleaned more often, I wanted smarter shirts for them, and I never forgot to put my aftershave on, just for them
really. One day, I actually did catch the dark one’s eye and managed to splutter out a good morning. My reward was a smile to practically knock me into the road. Her lips almost pouted at me,
and the way she ran her hand through that dark hair and the accent when she answered was enough to prove my instincts had been right: she wasn’t a local girl. My heart was pounding and I just
knew she had been thinking about me as well.

All my concentration disappeared that day at work; I couldn’t stop thinking about the two of them. It was summer, so that morning, they had been wearing simple but beautiful dresses, one
light blue and one cream and my mind was racing with how they would look without them. And that’s when I made my mind up really.

It was no problem to get the day off, but Lorraine thought I was going to work as normal. I was shaking as I approached the row of houses, but there they were, today looking even better, the
summer dresses were both white and I could see the outline of the blonde’s nipples pressing against the fabric. The brunette was showing plenty of her tanned legs in that dress and I
didn’t care about anything else that day, I knew I wanted one of them. I can’t believe where my courage came from but I just stopped, took her hand in mine, stared into those dark eyes
and said, “I’m Alex. I’ve been thinking about you every day.”

Dream girl one just squeezed my hand and, without a word, led me to her front door and let me in, her friend following behind. “Sara.”

One word, with a shrug that maybe said, I don’t know any more English, or maybe I don’t want to talk, but the way she put her arms around me and kissed me told me everything I needed
to know.

As she pressed her body against me, I felt myself getting hard and, as she broke away, she let her fingers trace a path against my crotch, my cock was straining against my trousers. That searing
smile again but then she produced a strip of cloth from nowhere and I found myself blindfolded tightly. Almost immediately, my hands were pulled backwards, my shirt ripped off and I heard a click
of handcuffs. So this was all some kind of trap. Was I going to be robbed? Murdered? Would I find the house full of muscle-bound men who had been in hiding all along? Somehow, I knew crying out
wasn’t going to help me, if I was going to be a victim I just wanted to focus on at least getting out alive.

But then, I felt the blindfold removed and I gasped at the sight of Sara, stripped and kneeling in front of me. She was smiling again, and she began to lick her fingers and then squeeze her
nipples. Her tits were delicious, full and firm, but as she eased her body backwards, I was treated to the sight of her shaven pussy. Even from the angle I was at, I could see her lips were wet and
full and I cried out in ecstasy as she inserted first one, then two fingers into her wet opening. Suddenly, I remembered the blindfold being taken off. Sara couldn’t have done that and got in
front of me that quickly so . . .

I felt long, probing fingers massage my chest, teasing my hair sharply. I began to turn my head to see blondie but suddenly Sara dived forwards and unzipped me, then yanked my trousers and my
shorts down to my ankles. She took my cock in her right hand and my ever tightening balls in her left, and began vigorously rubbing me up. I almost fell forwards, but my attention was taken again
by the sight of the taller woman coming from behind me. Naked as well, she had a thick bush of hair and her nipples were bullet hard, almost tilting up towards me and, as Sara carried on working on
me, she lifted one leg onto the arm of the chair.

She began to play with herself, almost frantically pushing her fingers inside her soaking lips. I was aching to touch one of these women but I still had my hands cuffed, and that was obviously
what they wanted. I felt I was close to coming and Sara felt it too because she abruptly broke away from me.

I was desperate to screw them, either of them, both of them, but they had planned this whole morning out, that was clear.

As I stood there, my cock pointing to the sky, I watched them fall onto each other hungrily. Sara yanked open her partner’s legs and buried her face between them. I was close enough to see
her tongue feverishly licking, lapping, almost biting at her wide open, completely saturated lips. I could see her tits bouncing up and down as she writhed in ecstasy, closer and closer to a
climax. I was so excited I would have given anything just then to have been inside either of them but I saw the blonde’s face, which told me that they were running this show and I just had to
go with it.

Sara’s tight, shapely bum was only a couple of feet from me and I burned to enter her from behind. My face must have made that obvious because I heard a few words whispered in a language I
couldn’t understand and, oh God, it happened for me. The blonde fetched a chair so she could perch on it, legs even wider open – I can’t believe how swollen and bloated those lips
were – and Sara backed onto my straining cock, her own lips closing around me. Then she began sliding backwards and forwards and resumed giving the blonde as much tongue as anyone could
stand.

Keeping my balance was tough with my hands still cuffed but the feel of my shaft pumping inside her and the sight of Sara bringing her friend towards her own orgasm was the most erotic thing
that had ever happened to me.

I’d never felt so big or hard but she had a way of moving, altering the angle of my thrusts so that I felt I was on the verge of coming but never quite doing so. The message was clear. You
stay in me until I’ve had enough and I wasn’t going to argue with her.

And then I couldn’t carry on any more. I surged into her and I felt her tense and shiver as her orgasm shot through her.

We both collapsed onto the floor but the morning wasn’t finished yet. Another few words I couldn’t understand and it was clear that the other member of this trio still had an
appetite for more. Still on the chair, her thighs suddenly closed around my neck and Sara guided my mouth onto her pussy although I could hardly miss a target like that.

I felt as if it were her lips playing with my tongue not the other way round and, as I found new ways of exploring her velvet soft lips, she closed her thighs and I felt the shiver of pleasure
shooting through her body. I felt her juices pour onto my face and I wanted to make it fantastic for her. But finally she pushed me off, and sighed deeply.

I felt exhausted and looked around to see Sara, still naked, beaming at me.

As I dressed, I realized we had barely spoken. And then the blonde smiled and whispered, “Katya.”

The next day, the road outside their house was empty and the next, and . . . So maybe that was it. Their last night in Wales, the last chance to let themselves go? I’ll keep walking past
in the morning; perhaps they haven’t gone for good.

Eva, Sydney

It was just after midnight and my car was the only one left at the railway station. As I hurried towards it I saw someone standing next to it. As luck would have it, it was a
parking officer. Fuck! What the hell was he doing here at this time of night?