The Mammoth Book of Erotic Confessions (9 page)

“No, not yet. Take off your robe. It’s time for your enema.” I was trembling, on the edge from his fingers brushing against me as he had undressed me, afraid that if he touched
my breasts I would come. I knew that by allowing my anticipation to build, my orgasm would be much stronger.

As he dropped his robe, it was evident he was very excited. His cock stood out from his body, rigid, oozing pre-come and pulsing so hard I could see it from a few feet away. Shuddering in
delight, I motioned for him to get into position and reached for the lube. His head was resting on his arms, his tight round ass sticking up, his legs spread allowing me access to his cock and
balls should I desire it.

The lube was cool as I squirted some onto my fingers, then I reached over and began to insert it into his twitching asshole. Parting his ass cheeks with my left hand, it dawned on me that he had
shaved his cock, ass and balls for me. His usually furry skin was as smooth as glass. My nipples tightened at the thought of his cock and balls being lathered in shaving cream.

I slid my finger into his ass in one smooth fluid motion, feeling his ass tighten at first and then begin to relax for me. Grinning knowingly, I decided to torment him for a while. I took my
time sliding my finger in and out, lubing his rosebud, watching it wink. Just by listening to his moans and feeling him squirm, I knew he was getting impatient.

Finally, I reached for the tube and slid the fat nozzle inside his ass. I turned on the flow, gently at first to give his body a chance to adjust. After he had taken a quarter of the bag, I
opened the clamp all the way. When the water started flowing faster, I listened to him grunt as the cramps started, knowing he could take the full two quarts without my stopping the flow.

“Don’t be a baby, you can take this! Did you already clean yourself out for me today?” I asked reaching over and lifting the bag off the hook.

“Yes, twice already, though I knew you would only do it again,” he grunted.

“Fine, then I am only going to give you this one.” I lifted the bag higher so that the last two pints rushed in, grinning wickedly when he groaned and tensed up.

“Oh God, take it easy!” he groaned, pleading with me, but I just smiled.

“Easy? This is easy! If you complain, I’ll refill the bag and you can take that too. Do you want me to add more water to the bag?” His pained moans were making me hotter, even
as I knew my refusal to be merciful was making him hotter as well. I reached out and began to stroke his ass and thighs.

“I need to use the John
now
,” he insisted but I just stroked his ass and thighs telling him to behave and hold it for me. He was squirming now, his round ass twitching as he
tried to find a comfortable position. Watching him twitch was almost too much for me and I reached between his spread legs to take his cock in my hands. Tormenting him was heaven, I reflected, then
I began to jack him off, smiling as I felt his uncomfortable twitching ease and his cock harden still more. After a few minutes of teasing him, I was dying to try getting my hand up his asshole.
Hastily removing the nozzle, I sent him to the bathroom.

While he was in the bathroom, I flipped through the magazine. My eyes widened in renewed disbelief at the pictures, my stomach fluttering at the thought of doing the same to him. Was my whole
hand really going to fit inside his asshole? I still found it hard to believe but I was more than ready to try.

I jumped as the bathroom door opened and he came out, his entire attitude suddenly extremely submissive. The intensity of his submissiveness was frightening because it was usually I who was
submissive to him. Wondering at this change in him, I stared at him for a few moments before realizing he was nervous.

Finally, he broke the silence. “I never realized how large your hands looked until now.” He chuckled nervously as he continued, “I thought that it would be easier and safer if
you used latex gloves. I put them over there on the nightstand for you along with the lube. I guess you want me on my hands and knees hugging a pillow like the man in the picture?”

I nodded and he climbed onto the bed.

After carefully putting on the latex gloves, I reached for the lube and smeared some on my first two fingers.

I massaged his rim, making his puckered hole spasm for me as he pushed his hips back towards me. Slipping my finger inside his warm ass, I began to fuck him, fast and furiously. It didn’t
take more than a minute or two before he was breathing fast, begging me to add a second finger. Obligingly, I slipped in the second, listening to him moan, feeling his hole close tightly on my
fingers, gripping them. By this time he was whimpering for me to fuck him harder, and I had slipped in a third and started to fuck him with three fingers.

He shuddered as I added more lube, then slipped the tip of my fourth finger in and slowly, carefully, started to ease all four fingers into him. It was something I had never done before and I
was amazed they were fitting. His legs were tensed and I could tell that I was hurting him a little so I reached around and took his stiff cock in my hand to distract him from the pain.

As I eased my fingers in to the second knuckle, he groaned and tightened his hole around my fingers as he realized I had added my thumb. “No, wait, I don’t think I can take all of
your hand. Oh, damn, that hurts.” I ignored his pleas to pull out, holding my hand still inside him, feeling him flex around me. It took every ounce of willpower I had to hold myself back as
the pleasure of feeling his warm asshole encasing my fingers urged me to push all the way inside. My left hand continued to play with his cock, as I began to talk to him.

“Mmmm, do you feel my fingers? I’m almost inside you now, don’t stop me, you know you want this. I know it hurts but you like it to hurt a little; do you feel how hard the pain
is making you? I don’t think your cock has ever been this hard and this big before. I’m going to make you my hand puppet, come on, now, open up for me. That’s right, now take a
few deep breaths for me. This isn’t going to be comfortable for a minute or two, just think about how nice it’s going to feel as soon as I’m inside you. You’re so tight;
you’re never going to be this tight again. There, now, that’s a good boy, deep breaths.”

I started to slide my hand in further, continuing to massage his cock, gasping at how tight his asshole was around my fingers, doubting he would open far enough to get my hand in. Leaning over,
I began to lick his ass cheeks, sliding my fingers in and out as my other hand continued to plunder his cock.

His asshole began to loosen up, his breathing came faster and he began to beg me to put my whole hand in him, to fist him, to make him my personal hand puppet.

“Take a deep breath for me,” I said and, as he inhaled deeply, I nipped him sharply on the ass, sliding my hand in to the wrist, grinning as he let out a half sob, half howl.

“Bitch!” he hissed at me even as he pushed backwards further onto my wrist. His head was thrown back and I could see one tear trailing down his cheek, testifying to the fact that it
had indeed hurt him to take my hand in his tight ass.

I shuddered excitedly, feeling my hand in his ass, curled tightly into a fist, grinning as I realized now why it was indeed called “fisting”. Gently, I uncurled my fingers a bit and
found that there was a second “anus” inside him. I shuddered again as he groaned.

“Easy, oh damn, I think that is my second sphincter. You have to go slowly with that one too, oh, man, your hand feels so large. Please, start fucking me with your hand, get me
off.”

I began to fuck him, easing my hand in and out, realizing that I finally knew what it felt like for a man to fuck another man, listening to him moan, feeling him spasm and shudder. His hand
moved back to his dick and covered mine, showing me how he needed to be jacked off. I continued my assault on his ass, playing with his internal sphincter each time my fingers reached it. Finally,
I was able to slip two fingers inside it and as I did, he came, jerking and crying out.

Just as he finished coming, I slipped my hand out of him, knowing that it was easier to do it while he was relaxed from an orgasm. Peeling off the gloves, I watched him, lying there limp on the
bed, the pulse in his throat pounding, his mouth gasping for breath, eyes closed. It was some moments before he remembered I was there with him and he smiled up at me and started to sit up,
thanking me, wincing at the soreness in his ass.

“I am going to remember this for a long while. I didn’t realize I would feel so stretched afterwards,” he said then leaned over to kiss me.

Afterwards, looking into his eyes, I realized that he was once again the dominant partner, forcing me to lower my eyes in proper submissive fashion but not before I mouthed the words “hand
puppet” at him and winked.

His chuckle startled me as he said, “One day, little one, I will show you how it feels to have someone’s hand fully inside you.”

Once again, my mind jumped and I blurted out, “That’s impossible! Isn’t it?”

“Maybe, maybe not: you never know until you try. Let me know when you feel brave enough to trust me enough to allow me to try. In the meantime, come here and lie back on the
bed.”

Pulling me closer to him he whispered, “Go to sleep, little one, your body needs to rest after such an exciting night.”

Agreeing, I curled up next to him, whispering, “Hand puppet,” to him.

“Future hand puppet,” he whispered back.

Before I could answer, I was asleep.

Suzy, Baltimore

“We’ve got to get all the way back there,” my husband had said, pointing.

The very back of our shed seemed so very far away. It was stuffed full of old furniture, paint cans, old clothes, the baby crib we hadn’t needed in years. It was a beautiful shed full of
crap. We wanted it to be neat and tidy. That didn’t seem possible when I looked inside.

“Today?” I asked. It was hot and I was in no mood to burrow my way to the back of the shed. This was the sort of day built for a nice lawn chair, a cold beer and a trashy novel. Not
full-on cleaning and organizing.

“Yes. Let’s get it done with. OK? One fell swoop. Me and you. We’ll get dirty and sweaty and then it will be done.” Marshall gave me a little shove and I resisted the
urge to swat at him the way I was swatting at the mosquitoes.

“There are better ways to get sweaty and dirty,” I joked but stumbled forwards into the clutter and chaos. “Couldn’t we have picked a better day to do this? It’s so
hot.”

“The heat is good for you,” my husband laughed and then started dragging the antique bed frame onto the lawn. I pushed as he pulled and soon it sat on the dry grass. We were both
panting and we had just started.

I handed him boxes of baby clothes and a whole trash bag of shoes. The paint cans, a broken rake; I wheeled the wheelbarrow to the doorway and he removed it.

“See, isn’t this good? We’re working!” He grinned and I tried not to but I grinned back.

“Whatever.”

“You’re so stubborn.”

“True,” I said. The next box split wide open and a pile of clothes fell out. The item on top grabbed my attention and I did a double take. It was my “slut” dress from
back in the day. I couldn’t help myself. I started laughing.

I held it up when Marshall asked what was so funny.

“Oh yeah,” he growled and before I could block him he stepped into the shed and pulled the door halfway closed. He yanked my shorts down and tugged my panties with them. “Out
of those.”

I made a lot of noise and carried on but his quick reaction was turning me on. I lifted my arms for him when he yanked my tank over my head. I had lost all shame. Sweat was running down my naked
body from the heat of the day and the windowless shed. I let him slide the old black dress over my body. It hugged every curve, even the new ones, and fitted like a second skin.

“I like cleaning,” my husband joked. “Remember this thing?”

I nodded but didn’t say anything because his hand had wormed up under my dress and he pushed a finger into my pussy. I squirmed and sweat pooled between my breasts.

“When you wore this I would –” He stopped and turned me quickly.

I let out a shriek but loved the feel of his big hand on my hips. Pushing me forcefully. He put my arms up against the crib that stood on end and hiked the dress up, exposing my ass. I
protested. Not much. He ignored me. Rubbed his free hand greedily over my bottom.

“I would do all kinds of things,” he murmured under his breath. And then he sank to his knees and licked between my legs from behind. His tongue hot and seeking on my pussy. The tip
of his tongue flicked my clit repeatedly and I grabbed the bars for support. I pushed back against him, trying to get his tongue more fully on my clit. I was soaked and the dress was hot. I
didn’t care.

He laughed as I wriggled against him. Then he stood and I heard his zipper in the quiet shed. Goosebumps sprang up my spine despite the heat and sweat.

“Oh, the things I would do to you,” he grunted and pushed his cock against me. He ran it along the seam of my ass and then yanked my hips higher and thrust into me.

I sighed when he pushed all the way into me, fucking me hard. Just like we used to. When we were younger and crazier and horny all the time. His big fingers found my clit and started to stroke
perfectly. He knew my body as well as his own after all this time.

“I love this dress,” I yelled as his fingers found the exact rhythm I needed and I came long and hard. Marshall fucked me faster, harder. I rested my head against the old crib and
pushed back against him to let him go deeper. Then his fingers were back and he played out one more perfect tune on my clit. He came with me this time with a growl.

He rested his forehead against the back of my neck. Both of us panting. Both of us laughing.

“See. Isn’t cleaning fun, Suzy?”

I nodded and, after a moment, he withdrew and I stripped the hot, sweaty dress off. I got dressed and grabbed the next box while he went to get us cold drinks. I decided Marshall and I would
have to clean more often. It really was worth all the effort.