The Mammoth Book of Erotic Confessions (15 page)

Rick was staring; I think he was a little shocked, his eyes wide.

Turning back to him I said, “Let’s see what we have here.” I unzipped his pants, while he sat there looking nervous, reached in and found that the cock was quite large and
rigid. I had a little trouble getting it out of his pants since it refused to bend. Meanwhile the poor man was flushed and trembling.

“My goodness, look at that,” I said. “Your organs haven’t atrophied at all, Rick. That’s one rock-hard erection you have there. When was the last time you had an
orgasm?”

“It’s been a while,” he muttered.

“Don’t you ever masturbate?”

“Not much. I guess since I don’t have access to a willing woman I try not to let myself get stimulated often,” he said.

“But you’re very stimulated now,” I said.

“Oh yeah,” he said, a shudder running through his body.

I had been holding on to Jeremy’s cock with one hand and I could feel it throbbing, his whole insides vibrating with that tool in his rectum.

“I don’t want Jeremy to come yet,” I said. “I want him to be aroused to the point of absolute sexual agony, his cock knotted in the pain of needing to ejaculate for a
prolonged time forcing him to come up out of that coma.” I had confidence it was working. Jeremy was moaning and groaning in his sleep and his hips had begun to push up to my hand. I was
masturbating him a little but not too much. When he let out a loud groan and pushed up sharply I pulled my hand away to keep him from coming.

“That has to be misery,” Rick said.

“I know,” I said, “but it’s necessary if this is going to work.” As I talked to Rick I had my hand tightly around his cock and it was as stiff as a board. I bent
down and sucked his fat plum into my mouth.

“Ahhh,” he yelled, quivering all over. “Aghhh.”

Now I was sucking hard, encircling it with my tongue, my lips sliding all the way down his long shaft to the nest of dark hair at the base. I was cupping his balls in my hand and they were firm,
drawn tight up against his cock in extreme readiness.

“Oh my, oh dear,” he was moaning. “Oh God, oh God, I’m coming! Oh God!” He was pushing his cock up in my mouth, his hips jerking, his whole body stiffening. With
the first hot spasm I slipped my mouth off while jerking his foreskin up and down fiercely as his cock erupted like a spewing geyser again and again.

Seeing a cock erupt sperm like that and knowing the ecstasy the man is experiencing is an extremely stimulating thing to me and I get very aroused.

“That was a very healthy ejaculation, Rick,” I said. “I’ll bet you could do at least two more of those before I leave here today.” The poor man looked like he was
going to pass out.

“You just sit there and recover,” I said, turning back to Jeremy. His cock was so stiff it looked like it was knotted in pain. He was still groaning and restless and now his eyelids
were twitching. “I think we’re going to get your son back, Rick,” I said. “Let’s see how he reacts to real intercourse.” I slipped off my shoes and panties and
climbed on top of him. “You may as well watch this, Rick. It will get you ready for your next orgasm.”

I opened my sex, which was hot and wet, and placed Jeremy’s cock in the opening. Then I slid down on it, burying it deep in me, and now I was the one groaning. The combination of that
great cock and the vibration moving up the shaft was maddening, but I was trying not to come yet, wanting to save that for Rick. I began sliding up and down on Jeremy’s cock and now his hips
were pushing up to me, his eyes opening and sort of rolling around in his head. He was making noises like he was trying to say something, but he was not out of it yet, so I couldn’t let him
come.

I looked over at Rick and he was rock hard and ready. I slipped Jeremy’s cock out of me and he let out an unconscious wail of protest. I lay down on the bed and pulled my skirt up.
“Rick,” I said, “get over here.”

“Oh my,” he said, quavering, and I thought he was going to faint.

“Get over here, it’s therapy,” I said. “Hurry.” I was trembling and breathing hard with the urgency of my need.

Flushed, his cock standing straight out, he mounted me. He was so excited he was having trouble getting it in.

“That thing is so damn big,” I said. “Let me try.” Guiding it into me, I said, “Be careful, go in easy. That thing’s a monster.”

Carefully he was working it into me and I’d never been so filled up. If I hadn’t been so ready it would have hurt badly. I was even having to open my thighs wider to give it more
room. By the time he got it all the way into me he was panting, pumping hard and about to squirt. “Stop,” I said. “Don’t you dare come yet.”

“Oh shit,” he moaned, slowing down. Then he began to stroke in me again, and as tight as it was it was still moving in and out smoothly, in perfect tandem with my rising and falling
hips and I felt a vaginal orgasm building in me.

“Keep that up, just like that, I’m about to blow,” I said, my voice hoarse with passion. I was fiercely pushing up to meet his thrusts. “Oh shit, I’m coming,”
I muttered. I was exploding, cresting, one violent spasm after another, shooting electric shock waves out through my body. I think I was screaming, or maybe it was Rick because he was driving into
me like a jackhammer. Then one deep plunge and he was erupting in me, his fingers buried in my bottom holding me tight into him as he emptied into me.

“Oh God, that was good,” he said, his chest heaving.

“Hello, Mrs Templeton,” I said, panting.

“Oh shit,” Rick yelled, looking around. His wife had been standing there for no telling how long watching her husband enthusiastically driving his big cock into me, gasping and
groaning as we fucked each other’s brains out, exploding in volatile climaxes. “Don’t look at me like that, Gladys. This is therapy. I need it for my health,” Rick said.

“You bastard,” she said, hardly able to speak.

“This bastard is going to be in weekly therapy from now on, Gladys,” he said.

“I have to get back to Jeremy,” I told him.

Jeremy’s eyes were open, sort of glazed over, staring at his father and me, but I was sure he had not reached full consciousness yet. The vibrator was still doing its job and
Jeremy’s cock was standing erect. He was groaning and I was sure he had been stimulated by watching his dad fucking me.

“It’s time for you to come out of it, kid,” I said, climbing on him. I slid down on his cock and began fucking him fast, hard and deep. The old lady was really getting her eyes
full. Jeremy suddenly grabbed my ass and was pushing up to me, meeting every thrust as I buried his cock in me again and again.

“He’s coming out of it, Rick,” I said. “Look at him.”

“Oh yeah, oh yeah,” Jeremy was now yelling. He threw me down on the bed and then was on top of me, driving into me like a wild bull. With the vibrator cord hanging out of his rectum
he was pumping like mad. “Oh yeah, I’m coming,” he yelled, burying his prod in me, his whole body shuddering, jerking with the intense spasms. “Oh baby, oh baby!”

Then he collapsed, rolling off me. As I removed the vibrator he was looking around wildly. “Where am I?” he muttered. “I wake up and I’m fucking this gorgeous
woman.”

“Hell of a way to wake up, isn’t it, son?” Rick said grinning. “I can see that Jeremy’s going to be all right now, but I’m not,” Rick told me, glaring
at his horrified wife. “I’m going to need therapy two, maybe three times a week from now on.”

Antonia, Illinois

Joyce replaced the secretary where I worked when the last gal shipped off to a new army base with her husband. Joyce didn’t seem to have many friends, and she and I just
sort of hit it off. We started going to lunch together and eventually she invited me to dinner at her house.

Joyce was married, with a pre-teen son, and she and her husband owned three or four very successful florist shops. Their house was incredible. They had a built-in jacuzzi hot tub in their
fenced-in backyard, a baby grand piano in their living room and it was at her house that I saw and heard my very first music on CDs.

One weekend, her husband and son were slated to go camping and fishing with some friends. Joyce told me that she was afraid to be in her big house alone. I thought she was kidding until I saw
that she was ready to cry. Since I was single, I told her I would come and spend the weekend with her. We could do girly things, I told her, and drink some wine and just have a good time. She was
thankful and we both started thinking it sounded like it could be a lot of fun, if we could think of enough things to keep ourselves occupied, anyway.

When the big weekend arrived and her husband and son had departed and I had arrived, we broke out the wine and listened to music and ate the dinner she had prepared for me and then we were
pretty much bored. Since I lived pretty close by to her, I told her I was going to run home to get some videos for us to watch and I’d be back in a flash.

When I returned with the videos and another item I had picked up, I realized that she was pretty close to drunk and I didn’t think that watching her get sick would be too much fun. I asked
her if maybe we couldn’t go sit in the hot tub for a while since it was something I didn’t get to do very often.

We walked out back and she said, “We don’t usually wear anything when we go in here,” and she stripped naked and stepped inside the hot tub and settled back.

Not one to stand on ceremony myself, I stripped naked and joined her. We lounged in there for quite a while, enjoying the bubbles and the wonderful California night, and talked of
inconsequential things.

Once we noticed that our fingertips looked like raisins, we decided it was time to exit the hot tub. She got a robe for herself and told me I could just wear her husband’s robe, which I
did.

By that time it seemed like she had sobered up a bit, and I was thankful.

“Let’s see what videos you brought,” she said.

“I thought that since it was just us girls we could watch a couple that were X-rated,” I told her as I giggled and popped one into the VCR in her den. Then we sat back and watched
naked men and women frolic on the big screen television she had.

I watched her from the corner of my eye. I could tell that she was getting excited by what she was seeing on the screen.

I had a sneaking suspicion about something at that point and finally asked her, “Have you ever seen an X-rated video before?”

She blushed and admitted that she had not.

I offered to turn it off, but she said, “No, I’m rather liking it, actually.”

We watched mostly in silence, with the occasional remark about the size of certain parts of people, and I told her that well-endowed people seemed to be favoured in this type of movie.

We must have watched two or three movies, heavy with action of all types, including girl-on-girl, which I remarked upon. I said that they seemed to have a much better time with their own sex
than with the men. She agreed with me.

Finally, we decided it was time for bed. I started off to her son’s bedroom but she stopped me and said, “I have a king-sized bed. Why don’t you just sleep in there with me?
I’d feel safer.”

“Sure,” I said. “As long as you promise to not steal all the covers.” We both laughed.

We were both naked when we got into bed: she on her side, me on her hubby’s side.

I really
did
try to sleep, but she kept me awake with her tossing and turning and some really heavy sighs. Finally, I said to her, “Are you all right over there?”

“Not really.”

“What’s wrong then?” I asked.

“I’m horny.”

Now, Joyce wasn’t a model; she wasn’t a leggy blonde. In fact she was about four inches shorter than me and a bit overweight. She
was
blond. A rea/blonde, I knew, from our
time in the hot tub.

But I liked her. I liked her a
lot.

“I can help you with that,” I said. “Would you like that?”

There was silence for a moment, then she said, “Yes. I think so.”

I slid on over nearer to her and put my right arm under her neck and held her close to me for a few minutes, whispering to her to relax her. As I did that, I rubbed her back and kissed her
forehead then started exploring her body with my left hand. I heard her gasp when I fondled her breasts and her breathing increased when I moved down to suck on her hard nipples.

I stopped and asked, “Should I stop?” knowing full well she would say, “No.”

I moved back up and kissed her gently and she kissed me back. I kissed her neck and moved back to her breasts and licked and kissed my way down to her pubic area. My hands never stopped roving
and she never stopped gasping.

My tongue found its way around and it wasn’t long before she was crying out and grabbing the covers and heaving her hips back and forth.

Afterwards she said, “Oh my goodness, that was wonderful. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” I told her as I moved back up to hold her in my arms again.

A few minutes later she said, “Can I tell you something?”

“Sure,” I replied.

“That was the first orgasm that someone else ever gave me.”

I backed up a bit and looked at her and said, “Tell me you are joking.”

“I’m not,” she admitted.

“But you’ve had orgasms before, right?”

“Only with my vibrator.”

I could only say, “Wow. You’ve really been missing out, woman.”

We lay there for some moments and then she said, “Would you like me to do that to you?”

“Only if you really want to,” I replied.

“I think I’d like to try,” she said.

For a novice, she was either pretty good or I was really ready or she had learned a lot by watching those videos.

We rested for a bit then she suggested we go sit in the hot tub again for a while. I agreed.

We sat out there for a bit sipping some more white wine and quietly talking, and then I moved over closer to her and started rubbing her clitoris under the bubbles. She laid her head back on the
edge of the tub and let her body float in the water and I got her off once again.

“Let me try that on you,” she said afterwards. We switched positions and this time there were no holds barred for her. She got her head underwater and her tongue went to town and
when she came up for air I got up and sat on the edge of the hot tub and she continued until I had an orgasm.