How to Satisfy a Nymphomaniac, a short story by finch. Date added: 2010-03-24. Times viewed: 14026.
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- Intro: She finally finds complete satisfaction. M/F, M/F/M, group, oral, anal, d/s
I guess I've always been a nymphomaniac. Sure, men dream of meeting someone like me, but it's one of those "be careful what you wish for" sorts of things.
I was as confused and mystified as anyone when my sexual feelings first emerged. It hit me a little early, at age 11. I was the first in my group to get my period, the first to grow breasts, and I was sure, the only one to masturbate obsessively. I didn't even know the word for it at first. I just knew that rubbing between my legs gave me the most exquisite sensations, and once I discovered it, I couldn't get enough. I had to get off every morning, and the first thing when I got home from school. Teachers must have thought I had a bladder problem after all the times I asked to go to the restroom, desperate for relief. Even then there was a little frisson of excitement attached to the fear of being discovered. At night sleep was impossible without an orgasm or two. I was sure I was the only one doing this, and even now that I'm grown and can talk more openly about sex with other women, I haven't found one who needs to come as often as I do.
I don't think I had anything you could call a fantasy at first. I didn't know enough to create one, as silly as that seems. Boys were a mystery, and I knew almost nothing about what men and women did together. It was just about the warm, wet slippery feeling, the glow, the tightness and swelling, the desperate urgency and the explosive release. There were times I never even came out of my bedroom for dinner, but just frigged myself for hours until I passed out.
I was probably 13 when I began to discover the power of sex. I never did well in maths, and I heard girls talking about how to get better marks from Mr. Golding. The next day I wore an extra button open on my blouse, and just as they said, he stopped in his wandering the aisles to check my work and offer suggestions. It was a little frightening for such a young girl, but thrilling as well, especially when I got my first ‘A' on the next exam. I began to enjoy teasing Mr. Golding, wearing loose blouses that led to him hovering over my desk trying for a look at my young titties. I know he could see my erect nipples through the thin fabric, and wondered if he could smell the musky scent that rose from my wet panties. After Mr. Golding ‘helped' me, I always had to excuse myself to visit the restroom for some relief.
That might be the first time other girls called me ‘slut,' but it certainly wasn't the last. As I progressed through school I got lots of attention from boys. I discovered how wonderful it felt to have hands other than my own play with my titties. The first time I had a hard dick in my mouth and tasted a boy's cum must have been like some girls' first taste of chocolate. It became my new favorite flavor, and lots of boys asked me out just to feel my lips and tongue around their cock and to come in my mouth. I know they talked about me and called me names, but I didn't care about my reputation. I wasn't doing it for attention; I was doing it because I loved it.
There have been a lot of boys and men since then, too many to count. All of them were thrilled at first to be with a girl who loved sex and would give them anything they wanted, anytime they wanted it. Few of them could keep up with me, and eventually hardly any of them wanted to. I guess it's that old thing about wanting a woman who's a slut in the bedroom and a madonna the rest of the time. Sorry boys, but I'm a slut ALL the time.
I thought for a while that Jack was different. He was the most sexually open man I'd ever known. None of that "wham bam thank you ma'am" for him. Jack would fuck me for hours, and minutes after coming, he would get hard again and fuck me some more. He would come down my throat and then, instead of taking a nap like most guys, throw me on the bed and fuck me silly. Sometimes he would come home from work and without a word he'd spin me around, pull up my skirt, bend me over the kitchen table, rip off my panties and fuck my ass until we both came screaming. He didn't care who was on top, and I would sometimes ride him for hours, his hard cock buried deep in my cunt and rubbing hard against my clit with every stroke. God, I loved that. Sometimes after he came I'd kneel astride his face and he'd lick his own cum out of my pussy, making me come again and again. I thought I was in heaven.
Jack liked to show me off, and he'd buy me sexy outfits to wear to dinner or the clubs. We'd go out to a fancy restaurant and I'd wear a tiny skirt, heels and a tiny top with no bra. He loved it when I'd "accidentally" flash the waiter and get him so horny his erection would bulge through his pants. He loved to dance sexy at the clubs, rubbing up against my ass from behind, or dancing with one thigh between my legs. Jack enjoyed having all the guys staring at me and wanting me, knowing that he was the one who was going to take me home and fuck my brains out. He even brought home another guy once, one of the best nights of my life. We were all pretty drunk, and this guy had been ogling me all night. Jack finally told him he should ask me to dance, and we danced just like Jack and I did. He put his hands on my hips and rubbed his hardon against my ass, then turned me around and rubbed one thigh up hard against my pussy while we grinded together to the music. When I returned to our table, sweaty and breathing hard, Jack kissed me and put his hand between my legs. There was no hiding my arousal - I was drenched. And he knew me too well.
"Shall I invite him to come home with us?" he asked. I was startled, but thrilled, and quickly agreed.
We were hardly through the door when Jack and Emanuel tore my clothes off. Emanuel's cock was in my mouth and Jack's was rammed hard into my pussy almost before I hit the floor. They fucked me hard on the floor, then bent me over the couch, where Jack fucked my mouth while Emanuel filled my pussy and ass with his huge cock. We finally ended up on the bed where they fucked me every way possible all night long. It was the most fulfilling sexual experience of my life up until then, and I thought about it often when I masturbated, and even while Jack was fucking me. At first he enjoyed talking about it.
"You like Emanuel's big cock, don't you?" he'd say, while he pumped his own dick in and out of my face.
"Mmhmm," I'd respond. The thought always made me wetter.
Later while I rode him on top, he'd play roughly with my tits.
"You're just a fucking slut," aren't you?" he'd say.
"Yes, I'm just a slut," I'd agree, panting.
"You love a hard cock more than anything, don't you?"
"God, yes," I'd agree. It was true, and I sure loved the way his hard cock felt inside me right now.
"But two is even better, isn't it?" he'd ask.
"Yeah," I'd manage, fucking his deeply buried dick while he tugged on my nipples. God yeah. Two big hard cocks, that's my version of heaven.
"You'd like Emanuel to be here right now fucking you hard up the ass while you ride me, wouldn't you?" Jack went on.
"Fuck yeah!" I'd say as the orgasm hit me. There was no hiding how much I loved having two dicks at once, and as much as Jack enjoyed it at first, I think he gradually realized he'd never be able to completely satisfy me. He never invited Emanuel or any other guy over to fuck me again, and he could tell how disappointed I was. The best night of my life was the beginning of the end of my best relationship so far. Sigh.
There were other guys after that, of course. I kept teasing waiters, taxi drivers, even the doorman at my building. I gave a cop a blowjob once to get out of a ticket, and probably enjoyed it more than he did. But none of the guys fucked me like Jack did, and even the ones that came close couldn't compete with that incredible feeling of Jack's and Emanuel's big cocks fucking my pussy, my mouth and my ass over and over all night. Even after having sex with a guy, I'd often find myself fantasizing about that night and masturbating again and again. Guys were intimidated watching me masturbate right after they'd fucked me, and knowing they hadn't been able to satisfy me. Most didn't come back.
It might never have happened if I wasn't so desperate. I'd hit the longest dry spell since I was 14. At first I'd laugh about how I hadn't gotten laid in days, but when days turned into weeks I started to freak out. Masturbating was fine when I was 12, but now I knew the glory of a hard cock and I needed one on a regular basis. I used all my toys but it wasn't the same. I even went to the store and brought home zucchinis, cucumbers and everything that looked like a dick. I stuck a vibrating dildo up my ass and fucked myself with a banana until it was cooked into mush. I came, but not hard enough, not long enough, and not nearly enough times.
"I need to get laid!" I'd cry out into the mirror, a little scared by my wild-eyed look.
I wore my sluttiest outfits to the clubs, fuck me heels, tiny tops and skirts with no underwear, bright red lipstick. I'd get asked to dance, and the guys would rub up against me and make me wet, but nobody took me home. What was going on? I wondered if I had lost it. What if it was all over? What if I never had sex again? Was I washed up at 27?
I'd never been much of a fan of porn, though I'd seen plenty with some of my boyfriends. But now I started watching it regularly, imagining getting fucked all the ways the girls on the screen were, by all those guys, rubbing my clit raw, finger-fucking myself and ramming dildos up my cunt and ass until I couldn't come any more. I felt like I was going crazy. I thought about seeing a doctor. Was something wrong with me?
Once again I dressed for the evening, not with much hope. I showered, shaved, moisturized, did my hair and makeup. I pulled up a barely legal skirt and slipped into a shimmery top with two spaghetti straps barely keeping the top over my nipples. I went downstairs and grabbed a cab, giving him the address of a tony club.
Halfway there, I changed my mind. I leaned forward and asked the taxi driver to take me to a different part of town, more working class, somewhere I would usually never go.
"You sure?" he asked, looking in the mirror.
"Definitely," I said, and off we went.
He dropped me on a street near the waterfront, as busy as downtown, but darker, with older, smaller buildings. I saw nothing I'd call a club, but bars were plentiful. The bright lights were replaced by dim beer signs, and I saw few women. Well, less competition, I thought. I picked out a bar and walked in.
The place was smoky and the music was loud. It was surprisingly crowded, with men in denim and leather drinking beer. I saw a few women, including one behind the bar. I sidled through the crowd and took a stool. Without asking, she drew a pint and placed it on the bar in front of me. I passed over a few bills, and she passed one back. At least the drinks were cheaper, I thought. The bartender wiped the bar in front of me with a rag.
"Lost?" she asked.
"No. Why?" I said.
"You don't look like you meant to come to this part of town."
"I just needed a change," I answered. She gave me an appraising look, and moved down the bar to help someone else.
I spun around on my stool, glass in hand, to check the place out. Plenty of stares in my direction, but I was used to that. It was a different sort of crowd. I didn't see a suit anywhere, or a guy with gel in his hair. The few girls mostly had teased hair and short denim skirts. But the crowd was mostly guys, some playing pool, others throwing darts, and more just drinking. Everyone I could see with a drink was drinking beer. Just then a guy in jeans, leather chaps and a denim vest with no shirt approached me, pool cue in hand.
"Wanna play?" he asked.
"Why not?" I answered. I took my time sliding off the stool, and saw his eyes go to my legs where the skirt rode up almost to my hip. Did he get a glimpse of the promised land? I hope so.
I'd played a few times, but not recently, and never very well. My new friend said to call him Bear, and offered to show me how to play. He held his hand over mine to show me how to hold the cue, and I asked questions as I pressed my breast against his arm. Then he stood behind me to guide my aim, and I felt his nice hard dick pressing against my bare ass through my little skirt. Yum.
Bear was playing with two other guys, and we took turns, losers buying the next round each game, and the teams switching up. All the guys were big, dressed in jeans or leather. They didn't seem like the kind of guys who moisturized or had stock portfolios. Bear had a walrus moustache, and the other two had full beards. Bear's tattooed biceps swelled out of his denim vest, and the other two were well-built as well. At one point Ronnie was my partner. We had all had several rounds of beer by then, and I was certainly feeling it even if they weren't. Ronnie teased about what a lousy teacher Bear was, and how he was going to show me properly. He stepped behind me and stretched one arm out to guide my forward hand, wrapping the other around me to show me how to hold the other hand. His hand came to rest against my breast and he casually fondled it before moving back to my pool cue. I felt him press up against my ass, and his erection seemed if anything bigger than Bear's. I wiggled back into him and he pushed forward harder.
"You have a way with a stick," he said.
"You don't know the half of it, big boy," I said. I reached behind me and gave his big cock a squeeze through his jeans, and he grinned.
"We got a live one here, boys," he said.
Just then I heard Rosie the bartender shout "Last call!" and there was a mini-rush to the bar from the few patrons still in the place. Bear went for one last round while I kept shooting.
I had a long shot and Ronnie got me to lean down low to the table to line it up.
"Damn! She ain't wearing any panties!" I heard behind me. I shot and sank the ball, and looked up to grins all around. I had to excuse myself about then to use the loo, and wobbled my way to the back of the bar and down the hall to the ladies'. Coming out, I met the third guy, a fellow named Albert, a big, jolly, hairy brute, not at all my usual sort.
"Well, hi there!" he said.
"Hi- urp!" I stuttered, slipping and falling into his arms with a belch. I was definitely feeling all the beers.
"Sorry," I murmured.
"That's all right," Albert said, cradling me in his arms. He reached under my top and slid his hands up over my breasts.
"I just had to get me a handful of those fine titties of yours," he said. I probably should have slapped him or pulled away, but at the moment I had no desire to at all. It felt good to have strong hands on my tits for once instead of my own. I just leaned against him and enjoyed the sensation, which he could surely tell from my rock hard nipples. Albert continued fondling me with one hand, and with the other he lifted up my skirt in back and caressed my ass.
"Whooee!" He said. "They was right about you not wearing any panties! Great day in the morning!" He spun me around and his hand found its way between my legs.
I was in no mood to resist. I squeezed his hand between my thighs and he slipped a finger into my sopping wet cunt. I pushed down on it, hungry for more.
"Damn! You are ready to go girl!" Albert said. I slumped in his arms and he bent and swept me up effortlessly. As he carried my back into the bar, I saw Rosie calling goodnight to some departing customers and locking the door. Bear and Ronnie still stood at the pool table, and a few other guys stood around watching. Albert carried me over and set me on the table.
"Game's over, boys," he said. "This one's primed and ready to go."
Someone swept the balls off the table as Albert pushed in between my legs. Someone else grabbed my top and pulled it off over my head. Rough hands pressed me down and grabbed my tits as Albert leaned down and shoved his tongue into my mouth. I felt his hand grapple under my skirt. A gush of juices spilled out over his hand, and he slipped it under my ass, pulling me toward him as he fumbled at his pants. Another face lowered onto mine, kissing me roughly, and more hands squeezed my tits and pulled at my nipples. More juices rushed out. My head spun with the alcohol, but I was more than ready. I needed this so badly. I know I made noises, but I was beyond words. I felt Albert's hands on my bare hips, and something huge pushed at my wet cunt. I was ready, but he was so big it still didn't go in easily. He pushed steadily, and I felt my pussy stretch and open. I made a strangled sound of mingled pain and pleasure as he forced himself into me. It was not just wide, but long as well, and it kept coming and coming until I thought it would come out my mouth. Finally he was all the way in, filling me more than I'd ever been filled before. I was incredibly, deliciously stretched out, and would have been thrilled if he just held it there, but when he started moving I lost my mind.
"Yes, yes, yes, fuck yes. Fuck yes. Fuck yes. OH FUCK YES!" I yelled. Albert was pounding into me now, his giant cock filling me and stimulating all my neglected nerve endings. I could have laid there while he fucked me for the rest of my life, but suddenly another cock was probing insistently at my mouth. I opened and it slipped inside, another giant cock, maybe not as big as Albert's, but more than my mouth would hold. I turned my head and grabbed the giant shaft with one hand, sucking and licking for all I was worth. My hand wouldn't even reach all the way around this monster. I felt more hands touching me, on my face, my tits, my ass, all over me. I lost count of how many guys there were, but it wasn't more than I needed. I opened my eyes and saw several naked guys waiting their turns, standing close around me, dicks in their hands, stroking while their buddies fucked me. One hairy stud lost control and shot a huge load all over my tits. Feeling the warm spunk hit my nipples, I came for the first time, thrashing and gurgling around the cock in my mouth. My thrashing seemed to send Albert over the edge. He let out a roar and pinned me to the table, gushing rivers of cum erupting from his giant rod into my waiting pussy. I felt it spew back around his cock and out, dripping down my thighs and ass. Albert pulled away and his place was immediately taken by Ronnie, who without a word shoved his cock all the way into me at once. He immediately began fucking me fast and hard, and I began pushing back in the same rhythm.
"Mmhm. Mmhm. Yeah. Yeah. Oh yeah. Oh fuck. Oh fuck yeah!" I was saying, mumbling around the big dick thrusting into my mouth. Just then it erupted, and I swallowed as much of the steaming white cum as I could hold, but some of it spilled onto my face. The cock slipped out of my mouth and another one appeared to take its place. I opened my mouth but instead of fucking my mouth he just shot his load onto my face, some in my mouth and the rest all over my eyes and nose and cheeks. I felt it running down my neck and into my hair, but I was so preoccupied with Ronnie's fucking that I didn't care.
"Fucking bitch!" Ronnie snarled. "You are one hot fucking bitch! Fuck! I could fuck this hot cunt all fuckin' night! Fuck yeah!"
Just about then Ronnie pulled out and launched another load of cum that splashed over my belly and up onto my tits, then against my thighs and throbbing pussy. I wiped my eyes enough to open them and saw myself covered in the cum of at least three guys, running down between my tits, dripping from my nipples, pooling in my navel and dripping between my legs. Another orgasm hit me and I spasmed, overwhelmed by the sight.
I don't know where Bear had been all this time, if he had been one of the guys in my mouth or jerking off on me, but he appeared between my legs and I spread them wide, eager for his cock. But he grabbed me and flipped me over face down, then pulled my legs until I was bent over the edge of the table.
"I need me a fresh hole," Bear growled and grabbed my ass cheeks. I felt his cock rub between my cheeks and over my asshole, then come back and poise right at the entrance. I knew how big he was and I was both thrilled and frightened. He pushed and I tried to relax for him.
"Come on, baby, let me in," he rumbled and pushed harder. The head entered and my sphincter closed around it, but he kept pushing. Another inch slipped in and Bear pushed harder. It hurt at first, but I managed to relax until his entire huge cock was buried to the hilt in my ass. Damn. It felt better than words can express. I've always loved a hard dick in my ass, and I needed it now more than ever. Bear pinned me to the table and began pumping in and out of my ass, his big hands gripping my cheeks and my hips. He pounded harder and I began bouncing off the table with each stroke.
"Unghh. Unghh. Urrggghhh," were the closest sounds I could make to speech.
"Damn! She loves it!" Someone said.
"That is one fine ass," said someone else. I felt Bear pick me up and hold me in the air as he ass-fucked me. He lifted me up and dropped me down on his huge cock, again and again. I felt another orgasm coming and began making crazy strangled animal noises of pleasure. Bear turned around and sat on the table, his cock still buried in my ass, then lay back with me on top of him. My eyes were rolled back in my head, so I couldn't tell who moved between my legs and shoved his dick into my dripping cunt, but I didn't care. They began fucking me in rhythm, one giant cock in my pussy and the other in my ass, fucking me, fucking me. The orgasms began rolling through me and didn't stop, one after another after another. I felt like I was dying and didn't care. I never wanted it to stop. I know that somewhere in there Bear filled my ass with his hot cum and the man between my legs spewed a big load into my pussy. Both were quickly replaced by more men, and a third began fucking my mouth.
It went on for most of the night, one man after another fucking me, fucking my cunt, my ass, my mouth, fucking my tits or jacking off on me. I lost count of how many men. 8? 10? More? I didn't know, but I needed them all, and wouldn't have turned away more. I must have had dozens of orgasms, one blurring into the next, my cunt spasming around one giant dick after another. My nipples ached with pleasure and my ass was just a machine for orgasms. Somewhere in there I passed out.
I woke up still sprawled naked on the pool table. Morning light leaked through the window blinds. Rosie cradled my head and held a glass of water to my lips. I drank thirstily. I looked around, but everyone else was gone. Rosie smiled at me and gave me a soft kiss on the lips.
"Right," she said. "Let's get you cleaned up." She bent her head to the puddle of cum oozing from my pussy and began licking.
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