The Mammoth Book of Erotic Confessions (7 page)

I took a few deep breaths, steadied my hand, and touched the end of the tubing to her exposed pee hole. So far, so good. I put a bit of tentative pressure on the tube and it slid right into its
receptacle. Alicia sighed contentedly. Encouraged by her reaction, I slid the tubing all the way in to her bladder and handed her the funnel end. I filled the glass with water and poured it slowly
into the funnel and into her. She moaned as the water filled her bladder until I had emptied the whole glass.

Alicia rose from the floor and stretched out in the tub, spreading her legs and placing her feet on the edge. I climbed in after her and knelt down between her legs. She parted her labia with
her fingers to expose her swollen clit. I let go of the pressure inside me and aimed the stream of pee and water at her pussy. She squealed with delight as the pale-yellow liquid splashed against
her clit and ran down her pussy and over her inner thighs, down into the tub.

When the last few droplets had trickled down on her, she rose and had me stretch out in the tub. She squatted down over me, her pussy directly above my penis, and let go of her own pressure. It
was an incredible sensation, feeling her pee hit my penis, run down my shaft and over my balls, and flow away between my legs.

As soon as she was done, she reached for her pussy and began massaging her clit. I stared at her with fascination. I had never seen a woman masturbate before. This was a real turn-on for me, and
I quickly reached for my aching penis and began to stroke it slowly.

But Alicia pushed my hand away. “Wait,” she said breathlessly, fingering and rubbing her pussy more and more quickly and forcefully. She arched her back and screamed when her orgasm
shook her body. She slowly relaxed again and then knelt down and took my penis into her hand, stroking it and rubbing it, until my come sprayed all over me and over her hands. She licked her
splattered fingers, smacking her lips in obvious delight. We had completed our very first peeing game, much to both of our delight and satisfaction, and my fantasy had finally come true, even
though in some rather unexpected ways.

A few days later, Alicia mentioned her girlfriend – Tina was her name – and that she had asked if she could join us.

“What do you think?” she asked, quite unnecessarily, I thought.

“Of course,” I replied enthusiastically. “That would be great!”

Tina came to the apartment on the weekend. After the usual introductions and a few minutes of small talk, we undressed in the living room and headed for the bathroom. Tina took the box out of
the cupboard and pulled out a large syringe with a small piece of soft tubing attached to the end. That certainly wasn’t a part of my fantasy, either, but I didn’t let it show this
time. I trusted her to know what she was doing, just as I had trusted Alicia.

Tina filled the syringe at the sink while Alicia positioned herself on the floor. I watched with great interest as Tina inserted the end of the small tube and squeezed the water into her friend.
Then they switched positions and Alicia did the same thing for Tina until they were both filled to bursting. The two climbed into the tub, one standing at each end, and motioned me to come and sit
between them. As soon as I was in position, they both started peeing, directing their streams expertly with their fingers and spraying the contents of their bladders all over me and over
themselves. Then they moved closer together and reached for each other’s pussies, rubbing each other to simultaneous orgasms while I watched them from my vantage position below them.

“Your turn,” Tina said when they were finished. “You can just lie down in the tub.”

I did as I was told. Tina refilled the syringe, bent over the edge of the tub, and took my penis into her hand. She carefully inserted the lubricated tip of the tube and began to squeeze. It was
a strange yet also very stimulating sensation, having a woman I hardly knew manipulate me like that, and then feeling the water flow into my penis and into my bladder until I was completely
full.

Tina had me stand up at one end of the tub and the two knelt down in front of me, holding their breasts out for me. It didn’t take me long to release the pressure and pee over their
expectant bodies. They both cried out with pleasure when my stream splashed against their breasts and ran down over their bodies. True to my fantasy, I began masturbating while the last droplets
still dribbled down on them. It didn’t take me long to reach my own climax and spray my jism all over them.

After a communal shower and a thorough clean-up of the premises, we went into the bedroom and collapsed on the bed, satiated and content.

The whole thing was an incredible experience for me, and I was sure there would be many more to come.

Jessica, Los Angeles

We had been talking on the phone for weeks about how I was going to swallow his come when I saw him the next time. He knew I had never swallowed for anyone before, refusing to
even allow a man to come near my lips. He was going to be the one to take this last shred of my virginity.

I had spent several hours wondering why after twenty-five years of saying no, I was finally willing to swallow Jeff’s semen. I came to the conclusion that it was a combination of trust and
lust for him. He had the ability to make it sound like the hottest sexual act on the planet. No pressure, the decision was to be mine alone, maybe that was the difference: he gave me the
choice.

Last night I had finally gotten into town. When he picked me up at the airport, I climbed into his truck and kissed him deeply, tasting the beer on his tongue. “I want you, right
now,” I said, smiling up at him.

He laughed. “I guess that answers the question of should we stop for food on the way home? I’d screw you here in the airport parking lot, but the security guards would have a
problem.”

“No, I don’t want food. I want your come in my stomach,” I replied.

He sat up straighter in his seat and gripped the steering wheel tighter. I was satisfied to see his jeans suddenly look very uncomfortable. He shifted to relieve the pressure against his cock. I
looked out the car window and smiled to myself.

We got to his house, left my bags in the truck, and headed straight for his bedroom. “Come here,” he said as he stripped off his jeans and underwear in the same motion, and then sat
at the end of the bed.

I kicked off my pumps, but didn’t take time to undress. I wanted his cock in my mouth, and I wasn’t waiting to get what I wanted.

He chuckled as I crossed the room, tying my hair into a haphazard ponytail, and dropped to my knees between his thighs. “Eager, are you? Let’s see how much of my cock you can take
down your throat.”

In answer, I lowered my lips to his turgid dick, noticing the pre-come already glistening at the tip. His fingers wrapped into my hair, tightening in response as I slowly lowered my mouth down
the length of his shaft, stopping only when he was fully in the back of my throat. I had felt a surge of panic when I realized he was so far back in my throat I could not comfortably breathe.

“Swallow me,” he commanded.

He was so far back in my throat that my throat muscles were almost paralysed. Obediently I struggled to swallow, feeling the head of his cock slide deeper down my throat. I almost choked, my
eyes tearing up from the pressure.

“Swallow again, come on, you can do it.”

I managed to swallow again, fighting the urge to gag as his head slipped further down my throat. My mind registered the fact that I could not breathe like this, but, oh, it felt good to have him
so far down my throat. I relaxed and tried to swallow again, frustrated that my throat refused to cooperate. His penis pulsed, cutting off any hope of air reaching my lungs.

Jeff pulled his hips back slightly as he used my hair to gently pull my head upwards, releasing the pressure against the back of my throat. I gasped around his dick for air for several seconds
before beginning to move again, slowly up and down his hard shaft, using my tongue along the length of him, making gentle motions. His cock grew harder in my mouth as I swirled my tongue around his
head, sucking down the pre-come that was pumping into my mouth in tiny spurts.

My pussy was drenched by now; I could feel my juices dripping through my saturated thong. I raised my shirt while I shifted my lower body until I was straddling his leg. Pressing down, I began
to rub against his shin in rhythm with my mouth fucking his cock. He had helpfully pressed his leg against my clit so I could ride against him. I could feel my moisture starting to run down his leg
as the room started to take on the musky smell of sex.

“You are a horny little slut, you like taking my dick in the back of your throat, don’t you? Can you taste my pre-come? I’m going to come down your throat, and you are going to
swallow it for me. Does it turn you on to think about having my come in your stomach?”

I nodded as I raised my mouth off his cock. I had to lick my lips to break the string of saliva that went from his shaft to my lips before I begged, “Fuck my mouth. Get yourself off down
my throat.”

He pulled me onto the bed beside him and arranged the pillows under my head. “Are you sure? I’m not going to be able to stop myself easily once I get started. I’m going to
screw your mouth hard, Jessica, are you going to take it for me? I’m going to make your throat sore from pushing down it as far as you can take it. I’m going to come down the back of
your throat.”

I gazed up at him, mentally thinking that now was the time to find out what I was made of, and if I could, in fact, do what I had promised him and myself I would do. With a shiver, I nodded,
replying, “Take my mouth. I want to feel how hard you get just before you shoot off in my mouth. I want you to come down my throat.”

I closed my eyes as he straddled my face, feeling a moment of panic that I had asked for more than I was willing to give. A horrified thought crossed my mind: I barely know this man; I just gave
him carte blanche to hump my mouth. What if he doesn’t stop if I need him to stop?

I pushed that thought aside, took a deep breath and relaxed as he slid his very swollen dick home in my mouth. As he hit the back of my throat I gagged. He hesitated, pulling out slightly, and
then, feeling my tongue and lips suckling on the head of his cock, started to again thrust his hips.

He was gentle at first, careful not to go so deep that he gagged me. I found a rhythm that matched his own: I took a breath when he pulled back, relaxed my throat when he pressed against the
back of it, and then took a breath again when he pulled back. He’d hold his dick pressed firmly against the back of my throat for several seconds before pulling back, dilating my throat.
Every time he slid home, he pressed his cock head a little deeper down my throat.

I suckled and licked his cock, relaxed now, all traces of doubt faded away. I wanted him to find his rhythm and spray his come in my mouth. My entire being focused on turning him on enough that
he would come. I swirled my tongue around the end of his cock, dipping into the slit, gulping down the salt-tasting pre-come.

I heard his breathing change as his thrusts became faster, taking on a purposeful gait. As he shoved his dick down my throat, I could feel that it was getting harder, so thick now that I was
nearly having trouble taking him in my mouth. I continued to use my tongue to lick around his shaft as he pushed it in and out of my open mouth, listening and feeling as his body became tenser.

My mind registered: He’s going to come. He’s going to come in your mouth. It was at this point I normally would panic and finish the man with a hand job or allow him to screw me.
Instead of panic, I found acceptance wash over my brain as the thought went through my head: This is so hot!

“Jessica, I’m coming. I’m going to come in your mouth.” It sounded like a question, maybe it was a warning, I didn’t care which, I only knew that I wanted him to
finish what he started. I wanted him to come down my throat; like he’d been promising he was going to do for weeks when we spoke on the phone.

I made a noise in my throat that must have passed for acceptance, maybe it was the fact that my lips and my tongue never stopped caressing his dick.

His breathing changed yet again as I felt his shaft grow even harder, taking on a life of its own, seeming to grow twice as long and twice as hard in seconds. His body began to shudder above
mine; I could feel his legs shaking as, with one final thrust, he came deep inside my mouth. I felt him spurting come in my mouth, and I registered that I was swallowing for him, crossing over the
very last threshold I had in place. He had become a first, taken my last hold on virginity. A virginity I had said no man would ever take.

I heard him talking to me, telling me I was a good girl, telling me that was so hot, thanking me, asking me if I was all right. My body was trembling as he moved from above me. I realized he was
looking into my eyes, searching for something, but I couldn’t quite understand what he was searching for.

I looked back at him from behind half-closed eyes. My brain couldn’t focus for several seconds; I was still lost in the wonder of having swallowed for the first time. I was stunned from
the feeling of having his dick battering the back of my throat, feeling him spurt in my mouth, of the salty sweet taste of his come that was even then covering my tongue. I just smiled and nodded
at him, I was too contented to speak. I swallowed reflexively once more and winced at the slightly bruised feeling in my throat, then smiled up at him before drifting off to sleep.

Sasha, Essex

I’ve always liked taking solitary walks even though I’m a sociable kind of girl, so on a particularly balmy summer evening I took a stroll along the beachfront near
where I live on the Thames Estuary.

I walked briskly, enjoying the moonlight on the water, and came to a little bay area where the beach was much bigger than elsewhere. Walking around it I noticed two figures sitting some way from
the pathway, near to the waterline and only just visible in the yellow wash of the street lights away on the roadside.