The Mammoth Book of Erotic Confessions (36 page)

In my haste one afternoon I pushed open my bedroom door without knocking. My aunt slowly turned to face me. Her towel drifted to the floor and her nude body glistened with water where she had
failed to dry herself. She smiled, but said nothing.

I swallowed hard and backed out of the room, pulling the door closed as I went.

At dinner that night, I felt her feet on my shins, her bare toes grasping and pulling at the dark hair on my legs. I pulled my legs away, tucking them under my chair, and a moment later I felt
her foot in my crotch.

Above the table, nothing seemed amiss. My aunt continued discussing her job prospects with my stepfather and my mother passed rolls to each of us.

My cock grew hard from my aunt’s toe massage and I reached into my lap to stop her. I grabbed her toes and bent them backwards. She flinched in pain, but I doubt anyone else noticed.

When my hand returned from its trip into my lap, I held my napkin. I used it to wipe the corners of my mouth then I returned it to my lap. By then, my aunt’s foot had returned to her side
of the table.

The next day, I found myself alone in the house with my aunt. My parents were both at work and I was getting ready to go to my afternoon class at the junior college. My aunt returned earlier
than expected from a job interview. I’d been sleeping on the couch ever since her arrival but my stuff was still my/her bedroom. I was standing in my room, wearing only a pair of boxer shorts
while digging through my closet for a clean pair of jeans.

“My, aren’t you a sight,” she said, startling me.

I turned to find her standing at the bedroom door.

I held my jeans in front of me.

She stepped into my bedroom. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

I shrugged.

My aunt took another step and stood so close I could feel the heat radiating from her body, could smell the delicate aroma of her perfume. She lowered her voice, almost whispering as she traced
my jawline with the tip of her finger, “Do you think I bite?”

I shook my head.

“Of course not,” she whispered huskily as she leaned in close. Her warm breath tickled my ear. “Something as tasty as you I’d want to lick.”

She leaned even closer, pressing one breast against my arm, and then she licked the circumference of my ear with the tip of her tongue.

She used her fingertip to draw a line down my chest to my boxers. By then my cock was rock hard. She slipped her hand under the waistband and wrapped it around my cock. I was so surprised, I
dropped my jeans.

My aunt released her grip on my cock, then hooked her fingers in the waistband of my boxers and pulled them down as she dropped to her knees. I felt her warm breath on my cock, then my eyes
widened in surprise when she traced the entire length of my cock with the tip of her tongue from my balls to the mushroom cap. By then, a glistened drop of pre-come crowned my cock head and my aunt
deftly licked it off.

She was still dressed for the interview, looking like a bright young businesswoman, but what she was doing to me was all pleasure. She took the head of my cock in her mouth and then wrapped her
fist around my stiff shaft. She began pistoning her fist up and down while she caressed my cock head with her tongue.

I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to grab the back of her head and pump my cock into her mouth. Instead, I braced myself on the closet door frame.

My heart began beating faster and my breath came in ragged gasps, and then I couldn’t stop myself. I came in my aunt’s mouth, squirting warm jism against the back of her throat. She
swallowed every drop and then licked my cock clean.

She stood, looked me in the eye, and said, “Aren’t you late for class?”

“Yeah – I – yeah,” I stammered. I quickly pulled on my clothes and went to class, but my mind certainly wasn’t on Introduction to Sociology, that’s for
sure.

That night, when my aunt’s foot appeared in my crotch, kneading my rapidly swelling cock through the material of my jeans, I didn’t push it away. I just smiled and continued
discussing my grades.

That night, after my parents and my aunt had gone to bed, I lay on the couch tossing and turning, unable to get comfortable. I must have finally dozed off because at a quarter past two, I felt
someone’s hand on my shoulder, shaking me gently.

I opened my eyes to find my aunt bent over me. She pressed one finger to my lips to keep me from speaking, then took my hand and led me outside to my pickup. I parked in the back, between the
fence and the garage where no one could see the truck from the house or the street. We climbed up into the bed area of the cabin where she had already spread a blanket from the linen closet.

She stripped off her thin robe, and lay naked in the back of my truck, her knees in the air and spread wide. I quickly tugged off my sweatpants, revealing my erect cock, and then I was on top of
her, the head of my cock trapped against her abdomen.

We kissed, deep and hard. I sucked on her breasts, and I slipped a hand between her thighs to stroke the long slit of her swollen pussy lips.

“Fuck me now,” she whispered hoarsely.

Then I was on top of her again and she guided my cock into her hot hole. She hooked her legs behind mine and grabbed my ass, pulling my cock deep inside her. I fucked her hard and fast, causing
the truck to bounce up and down on its springs.

“Oh . . . God . . . yes,” she whispered. Then she came, her entire body rigid, and she muffled her face against my chest so her scream didn’t wake the neighbourhood.

I kept drilling into her until I came. With one last, powerful thrust, I buried my cock as deep inside her throbbing pussy as it would go, and then I filled her with hot jism.

I collapsed on top of her, barely able to breathe, and stayed there until my cock finally softened and slid free.

She kissed me on the forehead, pulled on her robe and returned to the house. It was twenty minutes before I could even move.

Well, my aunt found a job a couple of weeks later and moved into her own place before the semester ended. I sleep in my own room again, but my parents seem real proud that I visit my aunt a
couple of times a week and help her do things around the house.

She tells my parents I’m a real hard worker.

Tim, Burlington

I was taking a leak in the urinal, when a woman came out of a stall, got down on her knees next to me, and asked, “Do you mind?”

I was so shocked my stream cut off like someone had stepped on my hose. “What!?”

She had long, straight black hair, large brown eyes, bronze skin, and was wearing a gold bikini. She unfastened the top part, baring her pert, golden breasts. “Pee on me, please,”
she said.

I stared into her eyes, expecting to find nobody home. But they were sparkling with assurance, like she knew exactly what she was doing and, in her mind, why she was doing it. And that for her
this was not an unusual request.

But it was unusual for me – way, way unusual. So far off the beaten path I was lost in the jungle. I twisted my head around, figuring maybe it was some kind of joke, or set-up.

But there was no one else I could see in that men’s room. Just two other empty urinals and five empty stalls judging by the silence, a concrete floor with a drain in the middle, concrete
walls, and a peaked wooden roof open at the sides. The place was entirely vacant, except for one stunned man standing there with his dick in his hand and one attractive, bare-chested woman kneeling
next to him, waiting to be pissed on.

“You . . . You want me to ur-i-nate on you?” I asked, my throat gone dry as sand.

I’m a thirty-five-year-old accountant from a stable home with a stable job in a stable relationship with a fairly stable woman living in a medium-sized Midwestern city with a reputation
for stability. Things like women asking me to pee on them just didn’t happen – not even in the filthiest of my fantasies.

“Please,” the woman replied, smiling. She cupped her breasts. “On my chest and face, if you don’t mind.”

She really meant it, wanted it. This was no joke, gag, or set-up. This was actually happening – to me. The gentle beach breeze drifting in through the open roof and the muted voices of
normal people out on the beach, splashing around in the water, made the whole situation even more surreal.

Humdrum scenes of work and church and home flashed through my mind, of my parents and girlfriend waiting for me with a picnic lunch out on the public beach, as I stood there in my bare feet and
pulled-down swim trunks gazing at the smiling, half-naked woman. Until the two bottles of ice water I’d downed on the hot summer’s day – which I’d been anxiously draining
from my overloaded system before the incredible interruption – claimed my attention again.

I shuffled around and faced the woman, pointed and pissed.

“Oh, God, yes!” she cried, taking my stream of warm pee on her chest, all over her breasts.

I don’t why I did it. I don’t know where I found the courage to do it. But I did it. She’d asked for it, and I’d obliged. And now I watched her shift rapturously back and
forth on her knees, bathing in the golden shower from my cock.

I doused her tits, as she clutched and squeezed them, rolled her burnt-sugar nipples in the strong spray of my urine. “My face! Pee on my face!” she exclaimed. And I automatically
raised my cock, catching her full in the pretty face.

Eyes and mouth closed, head wagging back and forth, lips spread wide in a grin of delight, she washed her face in my sheeting stream of pee. And then she opened her eyes, and mouth – wide
– and I sprayed directly into her mouth.

She stuck out her tongue and my piss filled her mouth, gushed back out again, ran all over her chin and chest. My hand shook on my cock, shook my cock, splashing her nose and forehead with my
water-coloured urine, before catching her in the mouth again. I’d never seen anything like it, never experienced anything so wild and dirty in all my thirty-five years of mundane living.

And when her throat started working, and she began drinking my piss, my cock grew hard in my hand.

My whole body shook, cock stiffening, straightening, balls tingling, as the woman eagerly gulped and gulped my urine. I had to adjust my aim, but the piss kept coming. Out of a cock gone fully
erect and pulsing, the situation was sexual. She slid a hand into her bikini bottom and started rubbing her wettened pussy.

It had finally dawned on me just how wickedly erotic the whole thing was – a man spraying his hot bodily fluid all over a beautiful woman’s face and chest, watching her revel in it,
rub it into her gleaming skin, drink it in and make it a part of her. My sexual path had never strayed beyond missionary up until that point; but as I pissed all over the glistening, swallowing,
stroking golden girl, I became turned on like never before, the sheer blazing wantonness and unexpectedness of it all shaking me to my sexual core.

I tentatively stroked my cock. Then not so tentatively, started fisting my throbbing organ.

The woman shuddered – with orgasm – her fingers flying in her soaked bikini, her mouth open and gulping and gasping. And that’s when the urine stopped and the semen started.
Bursting out of my cap and splashing onto her piss-drenched face and chest, into her open mouth.

I came ferociously, ecstasy coursing through my cock and body and being. And when it was over all too quickly, I staggered backwards, weak and wasted, the gleaming babe rising to her feet and
stating simply, “Thank you.”

She refastened her top, gave me one last warm, liquid smile, and then was gone, out the door of the men’s washroom/change room.

Leaving me with one radically different perspective on sex, and life.

Sabina, Oakland

I wanted to tell you of the great changes in my life recently. I have become a submissive. I have been thinking a lot lately about my submissiveness and I want to tell you how
it all got started. I was fortunate enough to encounter a man who took the time to get to know me, who observed me and saw what I really needed to release my deepest sexual nature and thus reach a
level of erotic pleasure unknown to me up until that time. We had been meeting, and had already had a few increasingly intense erotic encounters when one day my whole world changed, like a door
opening before me that I could not help but enter.

I was at work and I got a call. It was from him and, as soon as I heard his deep commanding voice, my pussy began to flow with wetness. He said, “Listen to me carefully. Make an excuse,
leave work immediately but first step into the restroom and take off your panties, your pantyhose and your bra. Make sure you have a dress or skirt on. Then get into your car and drive to this
address, park and go inside, look around, and you will find me. Be there at 2 p.m. sharp and don’t keep me waiting.” I started to say something, to ask a question but his voice stopped
me. “Be quiet, do not ask anything, just be there,” then I heard a click and he hung up.

I immediately complied with all his instructions. I went to the bathroom and I removed my panties, my bra and my pantyhose and stuffed them in my purse. I was already trembling with desire and
anticipation. I got my car from the office garage and I drove to the address I had written down, which turned out to be a ratty old adult movie theatre in a run-down part of town. As I parked, I
was nervous and hoping I hadn’t fucked up and written down the wrong address. Also I was really apprehensive because I felt embarrassed to go into a place like that alone. I bought a ticket
from the one bored and half-asleep ticket seller who perked up a bit when he noticed that I had no bra restraining my ample breasts. His hungry eyes on my body would ordinarily have been
distasteful to me, but somehow they became part of the excitement building within me.

I proceeded inside, with heart pounding. The one I was to meet was not in the lobby, so I entered the theatre itself. It was very, very dark in there and the loud soundtrack of the XXX movie on
the screen filled the room with loud moans and high squealing as some white woman was being fucked deep in her ass by a huge and very dark black man with an enormous dick. I stood just inside the
door until my eyes adjusted to the darkness so I could search the room with my eyes and find where he was sitting. As I surveyed the room I noticed that there were only one or two men in the front
centre section of the theatre and they seemed totally absorbed in the action on the screen. It was mid-afternoon on a weekday so not many patrons were there.