The Mammoth Book of Erotic Confessions (55 page)

At this point, three years in to living in this apartment, I had become accustomed to the sounds and frequent sights that I was privileged to. I had thought that I had covered the continuum. I
had heard gay men having sex, seen blow jobs through windows, seen the vague silhouette of people fucking, a girl getting eaten out, two girls making out, another girl shoving her boyfriend’s
hand up her shorts and then upon pulling his sticky fingers out she thrust them into her mouth. In this I thought I had heard and seen it all . . .

But what was about to occur illustrated that this world is much larger than I, always. Once again the world granted me its grand explication that yes, this continuum is always, always more
robust than you think. Never believe you know it all or I will show you ignorance . . .

After spotting my sexy neighbour’s bobbing head, I immediately froze. My first thought was that I should turn off the lights because I wanted to see this one. Stunned and naked and
swirling with heat, I slowly backed up to the couch – lightheaded, all the blood in my body settling at my midsection. Without even looking down, I was hard and, moreover, throbbing.

Nearly paralysed, I fell into the cushions. My pulsating cock like a sailing mast, waving in the placid winds before the tempest.

Leaning into the couch and completely naked I began to stroke my cock in unison with the bobbing head across the way. Here I was not thinking about a civilized lot. Here I was unable to
formulate anything cognitive, with any clarity. Instead, I felt a tingling in that primal core, deep inside me somewhere between my pelvis . . .

Then, her bouncing head disappeared.

Still I continued stroking myself. That, alone, was hot enough for me – simply to know that my hot neighbour was riding a cock. If nothing else, I was just wanting to see them both stand
up, completely naked, if they were done. I wanted to see the post-coital ritual: the walks to the bathroom; the ice water from the fridge, the cigarettes, the windows opened. I wanted to see two
naked bodies, trembling and still dripping with sex, rise up.

And that is exactly what they did. But by no means were they done. As soon as they stood, I was certain they spotted me – for they rose and both walked right up to the tall windows before
them. Completely naked and erect he thrust her into the glass. They could have angled themselves any which way in the frame but, to my adrenaline delight, they were angled right towards me. As if
they knew. As if they saw me before – waiting for them. Stroking my cock . . . Paralysed . . .

She tilted her head up as he seemed to whisper in her ear. At the same time he pushed her a little further into the glass, pinning her. Forcing her if she wasn’t already willing. Then the
guy settled into her, abruptly pulling her ass back into him.

With one hand assisting in the mounting of her, he pushed himself closer. With his other hand, he turned her head. Towards me.

With my light on, mine was probably the only well-lit apartment, considering the time of night. They were,
for certain –
at this point – watching me.

And I, for certain, was watching them. Stroking my cock – sitting upright; making sure that they had enough light to see me and my clean-shaved cock and balls.

And the way that they both looked at me, I will never forget. For it was two dichotomous emotions wrapped into one – a sight I have never seen before, for they looked both sheepishly and
hungrily at the same time. They looked as though they wanted to tear into this entire situation with every sexual tooth they had, but at once they were stricken and confused with a conglomerate of
urgency, fear and adrenaline.

This for me was the most thrilling eroticism that ever coursed through my body. Like a strike of electricity, finely tuned it was. In fact, the rush was so sharp, both of my legs were shaking.
Not trembling, but shaking on the blades of knives.

I couldn’t stand. It was as though I was handcuffed and bound.
The world was not going to let this adrenaline moment slip away from me . . .

My cock was pulsing beneath the skin, somehow carefully saving its eruption for the right minute. If nothing else, I was certain, I wanted to share my gratitude to – the couple, the world,
the gods, whomever would watch – in the form of the enormous volcano that was boiling inside me.

In the frenzy that ensued, I remember little apart from a couple of details. She put her hands up against the glass – where once they were holding onto the frame of the window – as
if she were afraid of falling through. Then, when they gained a nice tempo and his balls were slapping against her clit and the ecstasy of the moment took over, she was ready, and placed both palms
against the glass; ready and bowled over by the pleasure of it all to fall completely through this glassy-eyed moment.

Then, several minutes later, just when an idea was mushrooming into my head – that I wanted more; that I wanted to go higher; that I wanted to fly across the courtyard and somehow
magically join them – they switched positions. He violently turned her away from the window and, pulling her hands behind her and lacing them into one grip, in one of his hands, he took a
free hand and wailed on her ass. From my apartment I could hear the skin smacking, kissing, breaking and cracking like a whip.

And he drilled her with his cock. She wailed and whimpered sweetly into the slightly ajar window. As the minutes went by, her body slowly folded over. Her legs, after a near eternity of this
pounding, finally were giving out.

Then his muscles flexed and he pumped one long, hard, last time into her – emptying himself completely into her hotness. In that strong pause, he must have been shaking – but I
couldn’t see it from where I was. I heard no sounds from him.

He posted his orgasm-heavy weight on her; and she leaned into the couch next to them.

Then he pulled out of her and the two of them turned around and stood facing the windows. As if they were fixing themselves back up after the tremendous fucking. But no, they were only gathering
themselves, to look back out at me.

This,
I knew,
was really happening. This,
I knew, was
my moment.

I began pumping violently at my cock. But it didn’t take much. And with my abdominal muscles and every curve of my legs and ass tensed up; my feet off the floor in some rigor mortis
severity, my cock pulsed and then catapulted a fiery jet of come all over my stomach – hitting me even in the neck.

It was as though I had been punched in the stomach. My lungs were paralysed for a long second. From the hips I began quivering, alternately bucking my hips into the couch and squiggling to the
side.

Slowly, I came to. The lights became less blinding. And then when my cock ceased pulsing in my now-drenched hand, I looked up to the windows. The couple was gone.

Walking away from this moment, I was forced to redefine my sexuality. For ever were the answers going to be different to my questions of: What is erotic? What turns me on? How high is really
high? How high do I want to go? How high
is safe
?

That was the first time I had seen another couple have sex in front of me. It was the first time anybody had seen me like that, with my cock out, naked and exposed so plainly. Before that night,
I had never had an orgasm in front of a stranger.

This was a definite fulcrum point in my evolution as a sexual being. From this point onwards, I was for ever changed . . . Fire for ever burned a different hue . . .

To this day I strive to recreate the adrenaline and serotonin surge that I felt on that night.

Still, to this day, I have yet to achieve that rush.

Chris, South Australia

I loved working as the front man for the family upholstery business. I spent two-thirds of every day driving around, visiting new locations and meeting new people. Getting your
lounge suite re-covered isn’t particularly cheap so most of my clients were over fifty and already financially secure. They were getting the house remodelled or the internal furnishings
redone, probably for the last time. But sometimes life has a way of serving up a surprise that makes my job exceptional.

Graham Wishburn had come into the shop two days ago for discussions on having an old Chesterfield three-seater refurbished and re-covered. He’d picked out a few sample books of expensive
fabrics for me to bring to his home the following day and requested I be there early. He’d indicated that I was to pick up the massive piece of furniture while I was there. Nothing better
than a guaranteed sale. Graham looked to be in his thirties so I figured he’d be able to help me load it.

So bright and early yesterday morning, the sun found me in my trusty pickup truck, smiling happily at starting the day with an excellent bonus. I whistled mindlessly along with the radio until I
pulled into the drive of the client’s home. There were three geese blocking my way, honking and shitting everywhere. The grass looked like it hadn’t been cut in a month and the paint
was peeling from the house exterior.

His neighbours’ homes were well-kept, medium-priced types but Graham Wishburn’s house could best be described as ramshackle. Visions of my nice bonus flew out of the window.

Carefully stepping around the goose shit and doing my best to fend off the animals with my pattern books and briefcase, I made my way to the front door. I balanced my case under my arm and
knocked loudly on the dilapidated front door.

I knocked three more times, still no response. A fucking wild goose chase, literally. One of the geese honked in agreement with my thought. I struggled to balance my pattern books as I shifted
my briefcase back under my arm to try one final time. As I leaned forwards to knock, intending to do so with some force, the door suddenly opened.

I stumbled forwards, tripping on the raised doorstep. I managed to twist sideways as I went down, taking the brunt of the impact on my shoulder. Pattern books and briefcase scattered in all
directions. I rolled to my back to look up into a startled set of wide grey eyes, peeking through a long fringe of unkempt blond hair.

She would have been in her early twenties, lean, with very modest breasts. From my angle and the fact that she wore only a white T-shirt, I could also tell the drapes matched the rug. She seemed
unconcerned that I took a good long look at her uncovered pussy.

A voice from down the corridor announced the presence of another woman. “Kelly, what the fuck happened?”

The blonde above me glanced over her shoulder. “I guess this is the guy Graham said would be here to pick up the sofa.”

Still on my back I raised my hand in greeting. “Hi, I’m Chris from Premier.”

The smallest hint of a smile played across her light-pink lips as she clasped my hand. “Kelly, are you all right?”

I clambered back to my feet and gathered my books and case. Once I had everything back under control, I stood expectantly before her. She looked at me quizzically.

I suggested we should probably go have a look at the sofa. She nodded in agreement and led the way down the corridor. As we passed the doorway where her friend had appeared, I instinctively
glanced in the opening.

Stretching before a full-length mirror was a naked brunette. Forgetting where I was, I stopped in my tracks to admire her. From my vantage point I saw her reflection, the firm pert titties, the
flat stomach and shaved bush. She was topped off by a brunette bob cut that framed a pleasant face. Her firm round buttocks and the play of muscles along her unblemished back added to the intensely
erotic picture before me.

She opened her eyes and caught my gaze in the mirror, a similar half-smile playing across her lips that had been in evidence on Kelly’s face only moments before. She made no move to cover
herself. “Hi, I’m Kate.”

I stammered out my name and tore my eyes away. Kelly had continued into the room at the end of the hall where the sofa lived. On changing my look from Kate to Kelly, I caught sight of the blonde
bending over to retrieve a glass of water from the floor, next to the sofa. Her blond quim peeked out at me and caused me to again stop in mid-stride. My erection was now in full control of my
faculties, leading me down the hallway. Soft padding feet from behind caused me to glance back. Still without a stitch, Kate followed in my wake. At this point in time, I couldn’t give a fuck
about a bonus, I was getting bonus enough.

The women stood side by side as I tried to appraise the couch, whispering in each other’s ear. My cock was doing its best to break free of its confines and to let me know I should be doing
other things rather than work. Finally I stopped and sat in the middle of the sofa. “Excuse me, ladies, but where is Graham?”

“He’s only our landlord,” said Kelly.

“He doesn’t actually live with us,” added Kate.

“So who was going to help me lift this onto the truck?”

Both women shrugged. Kelly said, “We were told to just choose a fabric and you’d sort out the rest, but you seem distracted.” Both women had an eyebrow raised.

I’d had enough. I stood and undid my belt, button and zipper in record time, allowing my trousers and underwear to puddle around my ankles. Free at last, my cock bobbed in time to my
rising pulse as pre-come threatened to drip from my tip.

Kelly peeled off her T-shirt as Kate knelt before me, ton-guing up the drop of lubrication before swallowing me. She cupped my balls gently in her hand as she lavishly worked her tongue around
my shaft. Kelly and I duelled with our tongues as I cupped her small breast and tweaked her pebble-hard nipple.

Kelly bent to join Kate at my feet. The immense pleasure of seeing two women at your feet, taking turns to engulf your knob while the other sucks on your balls is intense. When Kate started
playing with Kelly’s cunt, I erupted into Kelly’s mouth, pumping my juices down her throat as she struggled to keep up.

Kate lay back on the huge Chesterfield and draped a leg over the backrest, exposing her shaved pussy to us both. Before I could react, Kelly positioned herself at Kate’s hole and began to
tongue her in earnest. With her butt raised in the air and her pussy again peeking at me, I couldn’t help myself. I moved in behind the blonde and began tonguing her slit.