A Nymphomaniac's Story
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A man helps a woman who's car has run out of gas on the side of the road. He takes her home with him and over the span of four hours she tells him her life story as a nymphomaniac.


The weather was foul, even for January, and I was having a hard time seeing the white line to keep my Mercedes on my side of the road; the beam from my headlights scattered through the raindrops of the fierce storm. I was returning from a friend's house; his wife had thrown a party for their daughter who had just graduated from college. I was just two miles from my house, rounding a particularly dangerous, off-camber curve, when I saw a car half off the road and half in the ditch. I managed to swerve around it and came to a stop twenty feet further on. Turning on my emergency flashers, I grabbed an umbrella and walked back to see if I could render any assistance.

Seated in the driver's seat was a young woman in her late twenties with light brown hair, rather petite; she was holding onto the steering wheel sobbing. I opened the door.

"You okay?" I asked. "Can I help you?"

The woman sat up and looked at me and said the strangest thing.

"I think I'm beyond help."

I was confused. "Excuse me," I said.

"Never mind," she replied, as she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "I'm okay, but my engine died and I can't restart it."

"Let me try," I offered.

She climbed out and took my umbrella. I made sure the car was in park and tried to start it but it wouldn't. Then I noticed the gas gauge was on empty and the low fuel light was on.

"You're out of gas," I told her, "I need to get you off the road before someone else comes around that bend and plows into you."

I put the car into neutral and pushed it completely off the highway. As neither of us had a AAA membership, I offered to let her come home with me and stay until morning.

"Look . . . sorry, I don't know your name."

"It's Angela."

"I'm Sean. Look, Angela, the chances of finding an open gas station at this time of night are slim to none, so why don't we lock your car and you come home with me. We'll get some gas in the morning and I'll get you on your way."

She looked me directly into my eyes, as if she were weighing me up; I thought she was trying to decide it I was a serial killer or not.

"I'm not a serial killer, if that's what you're thinking," I said.

She laughed.

"I'm sure you're not," she replied, "and thank you very much for the offer."

She locked the car and I drove her to my house, pulling into the three car garage, just before two o'clock in the morning. Inside the great room, I took her coat and hung it with mine in the coat closet off the foyer. She looked around at the large room, floor to ceiling windows, solid Brazilian hardwood flooring, Venetian plaster walls and a large curved staircase to the second floor. The well equipped chef's kitchen was off to one side with a dining room at the rear.

"Nice house," she said.

"Thanks, I designed it. That's what I do, I'm an architect. Would you like a drink?"

"Yes please, maybe a gin and tonic."

I poured us both a gin and tonic and we sat on the large brown leather sofa.

"You said something earlier that confused me," I said.

"What was that? I don't remember."

"When I asked you if you needed any help you said 'I think I'm beyond help'."

She seemed deep in thought for a little while. I started to ask her again when she spoke. For the next four hours she told me the most extraordinary story I'd ever heard."

Chapter One: Brian

"I don't know why I'm going to tell you this, but I'm a nymphomaniac," she said.

I was shocked. "I thought nymphomania was something that was only in men's fertile imaginations or porn videos," I replied incredulously.

"No, it's quite real," she replied, "and I should know, as I've lived with it almost my entire life. I'm twenty six now and I remember the first time I had sex as if it were yesterday. I was eight years old; I had masturbated since I was four. Pleasuring myself was getting boring; it didn't give me what I craved - real sex, sex with a guy or girl, didn't matter -- anything would be better than masturbation. My parents were out for the evening and they had gotten my neighbor's son to look after me. His name was Brian and he was twelve at the time, at least I think he was twelve - could've been thirteen. I don't know. Doesn't matter really. Anyway, we were watching television and I asked him if he watched porn on the Internet. I would sometimes watch it as I masturbated.

"He said he didn't so I asked him if he wanted to watch it on the big screen television. You should have seen his eyes; even though he hemmed and hawed his eyes said yes. I fished around in the back of the cabinet where I knew Dad kept his porn movies. I pulled a DVD out and popped it in the Sony Blue-ray player. We sat and watched it for a while. I'd seen it before; I'd only put it on to get him in the right mood.

"Ten minutes in, he was squirming on the sofa with a nice hard erection in his pants. I reached over and touched it. He pushed my hand away, telling me I shouldn't be doing that. I went to my bedroom and took off my pajamas and went back and sat beside him. The look on his face was priceless. I don't think he'd seen a naked girl before and, although I didn't have any breasts yet, he couldn't take his eyes off me. I touched his bulge again and this time he didn't push me away. I told him to take his clothes off and, to my mild surprise, he stood and unzipped his shorts and pulled them down. The bulge in his underwear was bigger than I had imagined. I pulled his boxers down and, for the first time in my young life, I was looking at a penis.

"He let me rub it for him and I didn't expect him to cum so quickly. I guess it was the combination of watching the porn and seeing me naked, but he spurted his cum over my chest. I almost had an orgasm; my pussy was throbbing so much. I think he was embarrassed, as he turned beet red. I went and cleaned up; it was my first taste of cum and I remember liking it. When I went back into the living room I told him he had to make me cum as well. He was a little hesitant; he told me he didn't know how. After I showed him where my clit was, he took to it like a duck to water. He made me cum three times in the space of an hour. In retrospect, he was a little clumsy with his finger; to be expected given his age, but much better than masturbating."

"Oh, I was thinking you were talking about oral sex," I said.

"No, just his finger on my clit. He rubbed a little too firm as I was sore afterwards."

"Did you do it with him again?"

"Yes, he looked after me a week later. I told him I wanted to make him cum; by now he was an eager sex partner. He let me jack him off and he returned the favor by going down on me."

"Did he do it willingly?"

"No, not at first, as he said it'd be icky. After much persuasion, and after I let him taste me by licking my fingers, he relented and I was amazed at how good it felt. I found out how much better a tongue was than a finger. Unfortunately, the idiot told his younger brother who blabbed to his mom; so, he was no longer allowed to look after me."

"Did your parents find out?"

"Not that I know of; they never said anything to me if they did. I think his folks told my mom he wasn't into watching me anymore."

I noticed our glasses were empty.

"Care for a refill?"

"Please," she said.

After returning from the wet bar, I put the refills on the large Rosewood coffee table. She picked up her glass and took a sip.

"What brand is the gin?" she asked.

"Bombay Sapphire."


"So, who looked after you next time?" I asked.

"A daughter of a woman Mom worked with. Her name was Sarah."

Chapter Two: Sarah

"What was Sarah like?"

"She was sweet. I took to her as soon as we met. She was fifteen and had the most beautiful red hair with ringlets that seemed to frame her pretty face. I was amazed at the amount of freckles she had. I think I was a little jealous as she had nice breasts and I didn't."

"Were you attracted to her, you know, in a sexual way?"

"Very much so! I would cuddle up to her as we watched television. I got my very first kiss with Sarah. She was putting me to bed and I asked for a goodnight kiss. I was pretty sneaky; as she leaned over to kiss my cheek I turned slightly and got a nice smacker right on her mouth. I remember it feeling so nice; my pussy tingled."

"What did she do? How'd she react?"

"At first, she looked a little surprised and she pulled up. Then, she smiled and bent over and kissed me again and oh what a kiss it was! We didn't French kiss but it was an incredible kiss; sent tingles all through my pussy and I remember my nipples getting so firm that they hurt a little."

"Did it go any further that night?"

"No, but two weeks later when she sat with me again she seemed to be a different person, taking more interest in me as opposed to just, you know . . . sitting. I deliberately left my panties off and sat on the sofa with my knees under me and my feet toward her. I could see out of the corner of my eye that she was looking at me. So every time I moved, my nightshirt got a little higher until I was sure my ass and pussy were exposed"

"What did she do?"

"She moved closer to me and put her arm around my shoulder. I turned and looked at her and I knew she wanted to do more. Our kiss was out of this world. I've kissed a lot of girls and guys since then, but that was by far the best."

"Why was that?" I asked.

"I think it was the fact it was my first French kiss and it was with a girl. She was well practiced and I was not; but, she showed me how to do it and, after ten minutes, we had our mouths locked together. When I finally broke away I was gasping. I told her she was a really good kisser. She told me I was too.

"I think I was a little coquettish back then because I remember blushing a little as I asked if I could see her breasts. She seemed to be flattered that an eight year old was interested in looking at her breasts."

"Did she show you?"

"Yes. She unbuttoned her blouse and took it off, putting it over the back of the sofa; she then unhooked her bra. I remember it well. She wore a light blue bra that was trimmed with white lace across the top of the cups and a cute little white bow between them. Her breasts were spectacular, which made me want mine to hurry up and grow.

"She let me touch them. I'd never touched anyone's breasts before and hers were so firm and looked so large in my small palm but they were only an A-cup. Her areolae were quite dark, I thought, and stippled. I later learned that was because she was aroused. Her nipples were like little peas and just as sweet as I sucked on them. I could tell she liked it as she was breathing a little quicker. I asked if I could see her pussy and, at first, she was reluctant; but, I think my sucking her nipples had her so aroused that she finally gave in.

"I was amazed at how much hair she had on the top of her pussy, you know, her mons; her lips were really plump and the smell was intoxicating, a sort of earthiness and slightly pungent. I noticed she was getting wet from arousal, like my panties would get damp when I masturbated in bed. She held my head away when I started to lick her but then relented. I licked the whole of her cleft from her vagina to her clit and it was the first time I'd seen a clitoris. Hers was small, like a little bead, but boy was it sensitive! It only took about a minute, I think, before she climaxed and she came hard. I first thought she was having an elliptic fit! There was a girl in my class who had one and it scared the crap out of us; she was shaking uncontrollably.

"Sarah finally calmed down and said it was the best orgasm she'd ever had."

"Did she go down on you?"

"Not that time but the next, and she was good, much better than Brian. I guess us girls know how to make ourselves cum when masturbating so it's almost like second nature to us. Anyway, we were regular sex partners when she looked after me until she left for college."

"Who did you have sex with next?" I asked.

This was indeed the most interesting conversation I'd ever heard, and I was still amazed that she was telling me so much after just meeting me.

"Let me see . . . ah yes, the next time was when I was twelve. It was a long four years; but, you have to understand, I couldn't just go out and have sex with someone, so I had to put up with masturbation and getting a cheap thrill from exposing myself, which seemed to become more of a habit as I grew up. I did turn it into an event though. There was a park, local to where we lived, that my best friend named Perv Park after all the dirty old men who hung out there looking at the young girls on the play equipment. Their favorite spot was a bench that was directly in front of the swings so they could cop a look at girls' panties as their dresses blew up as they started to swing down.

"It was all I could do at that age, as the opportunity to have sex had to present itself to me; the next time was with an uncle I never knew I had. He lived on the West Coast in San Diego, if I remember rightly; yes, he lived in San Diego! Anyway, his name was Doug and he made a very rare trip back east to see my Dad - his brother."

Chapter Three: Uncle Doug

"I didn't realize, until years later, that Uncle Doug was a pedophile and had spent some time in jail because of it. My folks didn't know either, as I'm sure they wouldn't have let him near me. I did know that he took a great deal of interest in me from the moment he met me. I had finally started to grow breasts and I remember being so proud and feeling so grown up when Mom took me shopping for my first bra.

"Uncle Doug was allowed to look after me while Mom and Dad were away for the weekend and I made every minute count. I wasn't going to let him fuck me but he was going to do everything else.

"I remember getting all giddy at the thought of seeing a man's cock. Brian's was not very big, but Uncle Doug's looked huge, judging by the constant bulge he had in his pants. As soon as my folks had driven off, he asked me to sit on his lap. He must have sensed that I was going to be a willing partner, as most twelve year old girls wouldn't be caught dead sitting on a man's lap; lap sitting was for children.

"I deliberately squirmed, as I sat on his erection, and I remember him groaning. I was in seventh Heaven. Here I was, a twelve year old, arousing a grown man! At that age a lot of girls were discovering their sex appeal, and I know some of my friends would flirt with men, a couple told me they watched their fathers get an erection and try to cover it up as they flashed their panties. I remember blushing as I told Uncle Doug that Mom had bought me my first bra the previous year. It had the desired effect; he put his hand under my tee-shirt and squeezed my breast over my bra. I thought my nipples were going to explode, they got that hard.

"In retrospect, I was being a little cruel the way I teased him, but it was fun. I asked him if he liked my boobs. I called them boobs until I was about fifteen; that's when my best friend Maya said they were not boobs, as only little girls call them that. She said they were tits and definitely not titties; breasts, maybe, but not titties.

"He said he did like my boobs and wanted to feel them some more. I pulled my shirt over my head and took off my bra. He gasped loudly. I remember it well: a man's reaction to seeing my breasts. I loved it!"

"What were you feeling at that age? I mean, he was a grown man. Did you have a feeling of power over him?" I asked, curious at what a young girl felt.

"Being a male, you have no idea what it's like to have men fawn over you. I guess if you were say, a Brad Pitt, then you would know what I felt, a rush when a man looks at you in a very sexual way, knowing that he's looking at your breasts or your ass, and knowing that he wanted to touch them, wanted to fuck you."

"I'll never be a Brad Pitt," I said, "more like a Tom Hanks."

"Don't underestimate the allure of age; the knowledge that you probably have made love to many women, and know how to make a woman feel special, is a BIG turn on."

"I didn't know young girls felt that way; shame, really."

She looked at me with an altogether knowing look.

"You into young girls?" she asked, as if she already knew the answer.

"You could tell?" I asked.

"You surprised me. I thought I could spot one from a mile off, but not you. Hmm, I must be slipping."

"Please, go on with your story."

"It excites you, doesn't it?"

I nodded. She smiled and went on with her story.

"Uncle Doug said my breasts were perfect and my nipples got all tingly as he squeezed and licked them. The bulge in his pants was getting harder the more he attended to my breasts. I'm sure he was thankful when I suggested we go to my room.

"Thinking back now, I was more than a little slutty; but, if that was what it took to satisfy my need for sex, then I didn't care.

"He closed my bedroom door and I sat on my bed staring at his erection inside his pants, wanting him to expose himself to me.
It did the trick. He unzipped his jeans and, after kicking off his shoes, he took them off. His erection looked huge inside his cotton boxers. He pulled them down and, for the first time, I saw a grown man's erection. I was amazed at how thick it was; the head was like a helmet with a purple rim. He held the shaft in his fist, like it was a dagger that he was going to stick me with. I reached out and touched the head; it felt so smooth. In later years, thinking back, I realized he was circumcised, as he had no foreskin.

"He told me to remove my clothes, which I gladly did. I wasn't sure what he was going to do, but whatever it was I knew I'd enjoy it. As it turned out he just wanted to cum on my breasts; so, while I masturbated, he straddled my legs and I watched him jack off. I was enthralled watching such a big penis so close to my face. It surprised me that he took so long to cum, I mean, when Brian did it he only took a minute. I guess a teenager's roaring hormones do make a difference.

"I'd already had my orgasm and he was still furiously fisting his cock. He had a look on his face, like he was concentrating hard; his eyes were tightly shut. I figured I'd help him along so I started squeezing his scrotum. That did the trick and he had a huge look of relief on his face as he came. I was amazed at how hard and how much he spurted. I mean my whole chest was covered in his cum, not just my breasts."

"I've found that I cum harder when I am strongly aroused," I said. "I remember the first time I had sex with two teenage girls; I was so turned on I couldn't believe I came so much."

"Not many guys get to have sex with two girls. How did you manage to convince them to do that?"

"The mighty dollar can charm even sixteen year olds out of their panties."

"Ah, money. I've never asked for, nor wanted money for sex. I do it for the fun of it and to satisfy my hunger. The most people I've had sex with were three, but I'll tell you about that later.

"Uncle Doug spent a week with us wherein he let me jack him off a few times and he made me cum with his tongue once. I was sorry to see him go as it started another three year drought. I couldn't wait to get old enough where I could initiate sex.

"I was fifteen, almost sixteen when I first seduced a man. I used to take the train to school every morning. We lived about a quarter mile from the local station and my school bus picked us up outside the station; a stop on its morning route. It was an afternoon in May, and I was on the train going home, when a really good looking guy in his thirties entered my carriage and sat opposite me. His name was Mike."


Chapter Four: Mike & The Men On The Train

"I could tell Mike was interested in me. I guess the stereotypical schoolgirl look had a certain effect on some men, probably due to the fact that a lot of porn movies show girls with pigtails dressed in a blouse, short skirt and socks. I was quite pleased with the way my breasts had grown, as I was now wearing a thirty-four B bra and had a small patch of light-brown pubic hair to boot. I was glad it didn't seem to be spreading as I hated big, bushy pubes.

"My school had a strict dress code: white blouse under a dark-red blazer with the school badge sewn on the breast pocket; dark blue skirt, no shorter than the knees; and white knee high socks with black pumps. I didn't have pigtails but that didn't seem to bother Mike. I decided on the spur of the moment that I was going to seduce him."

"What made you decide that?" I asked.

"I guess the three year drought from sex; I was incredibly horny that day, for some reason, and the fact that he was really handsome didn't hurt either. I looked him directly in his eyes and slowly opened my legs, showing him my white cotton panties. You wouldn't believe the thrill it gave me when I did that. My nipples and pussy tingled and my breasts ached; I was so turned on. Mike couldn't take his eyes off my crotch. I stood up and went over and sat beside him. He gasped as I put my hand on his jeans, directly on top of his erection. I surprised even myself with what I said. I asked him if he had anywhere private we could go. He said his house was near the next stop.

"It was quite a nice house and he took me to his bedroom, where he quickly turned around a framed photograph that was sitting on the dresser. I picked it up and looked at it. It was his wedding photograph. His wife was quite beautiful, which made me even more excited; the fact that I could seduce a really good looking guy who was married to a beautiful woman."

"The feeling of power!" I said.

"Yes, that and the excitement that I was finally going to have sexual intercourse and he was the perfect man to do it with. I left the photo frame turned toward the bed so I could see her as he fucked me. I got undressed and lay on the bed. I could feel his excitement; it was almost palpable as he undressed. He took a condom out of the drawer in the bedside table but I told him I didn't want him to wear one."

"You didn't want to use protection! What about pregnancy?"

"I was on the pill to regulate my periods and I never used protection. In all the years, I never caught any disease - lucky, I guess. I didn't tell him I was a virgin since my pussy was stretched quite a bit as I had masturbated since I was five using all sorts of things like the handle of my hair brush and . . . . you'll think this funny, I used the handle of my Dad's golf putter. I always smiled when he said he was off to play a round of golf. He'd throw an epileptic fit if he knew my dried cunt juices were on the grip. I was really naughty to have done that; but, it never entered my mind that he would hold it.

"Mike obviously wasn't the foreplay type of guy; or, maybe he wanted to get it over quickly in case his wife was due home soon. I don't know, but as soon as he got between my legs he penetrated me. It only hurt a little, even though his cock was fat, as I was so bloody wet already. He felt really good inside me, I wasn't expecting it be so much more pleasurable that using inanimate objects. He gave me my first orgasm with a large cock inside my pussy as he took my virginity. I leaked a lot on the bed when he pulled out and rolled onto his back. I often wondered if he'd changed the bedclothes or not. If he didn't, whoever slept in that bed that night couldn't miss the smell of sex."

I was beginning to feel like I was playing the role of her psychotherapist as she opened up to me; a total stranger who, after tonight, she would probably never see again. Maybe that was it: the anonymity of it all.

"Did you have sex with Mike again?"

"No and I never saw him on the train again; but the train turned out to be a good hunting ground. I'd taken to removing my panties in the school bathroom and stuffing them in my blazer pocket before heading home. I'd walk the length of the train until I found a man, not necessarily alone - as long as I could sit opposite and flash him without anyone else seeing me.

"One Friday afternoon, I saw an older man - probably in his early sixties - as he had quite a bit of gray hair. He looked very dignified, dressed in a dark blue three-piece suit and holding a wooden cane with a silver top. He smiled at me as I entered the carriage and sat opposite next to a middle-aged woman. He was reading a newspaper, but he kept looking over the top at me. I would smile and he would smile back.

"The next time he looked over his newspaper I had my legs open and the surprise on his face was priceless! I would open and close my legs as I looked at him. The lady next to me looked at him ogling me; she turned to me and gave me a scowl, got up and left. The man asked me my name and how old I was. I lied and told him I was thirteen. I asked him if he could show me where the bathroom was; I followed him down the corridor with my pussy tingling.

"Inside the small bathroom he helped me sit on the sink. I pulled my dress up around my waist. He couldn't take his eyes of my pussy as he unzipped his trousers and dropped them to his feet followed by his underwear. I remember that he had a really nice cock with quite a long foreskin. He pulled the skin back revealing a large shiny head. He wasn't fully erect so he was fisting the shaft. I gave him a little encouragement as I parted my pussy lips. That did the trick as he came to a full erection.

"He shuffled forward and pushed it into me. It wasn't as fat as Mike's, but it was longer and he bumped into my cervix. I felt something I had never felt before. You wouldn't understand, being a man; but, when I get really horny, it's almost like I have an itch at the end of my vagina that cries out to be scratched and, when he kept bumping it as he fucked me, I got the most wonderful experience. It didn't take him long to cum; what do they call it?"

"Premature ejaculation," I offered.

"Yes, that's it! Damn! I should be able to remember that word since I hear it a lot in my therapy sessions.

"Back to the story: after only four strokes he grunted and came inside me. I love it when a man cums inside me; I love to feel his semen spurting. He was soon done and went to pull his underwear up but I told him to stop. I got off the sink and knelt in front of him and took his semi-erect - almost flaccid cock in my mouth and sucked his semen and my cum. I felt him shudder as I'm sure no woman had ever done that to him before. He was so sweet; he thanked me. I put my panties back on to soak up his cum. There wasn't much but I didn't want to walk in the house with his cum running down my leg."

"How many men did you get to fuck you on that train?" I asked.

She thought for a while, touching each finger with her thumb, counting in her mind.

"Six, no, seven in all; I was forgetting Mike. However, he didn't fuck me on the train so maybe he doesn't count. Matters not. There was the older gentleman; Tim, who said he was a carpenter; Jeff, who was the youngest at twenty one; and George, who had the biggest cock I'd had up to that time. I remember I was sore for two days after he fucked me. There was the middle-aged guy, whose name I forget, and the last one never told me his. He was tall and slim and had the smallest penis I'd ever seen, even to this day."

"Why did you stop having sex on the train?"

"Simple, really, I ran out of guys. I did have sex with a couple of them multiple times, but only the ones I really liked and definitely not George, he was way too big for me at the time. I'd have no trouble today though. I was eighteen when I had sex with more than one guy, something I had been wanting to do ever since I was ten years old. I'd never had anal sex either. You like anal sex Sean?"

"Only ever tried it once, too messy for my liking," I replied, remembering the occasion very well. My girlfriend at the time kept pestering me to "fuck me up my ass, Sean," as she put it."

"Yep, can be if you don't prepare properly; you've got to be clean. I met a guy at the café where I worked trying to make some extra money to help my college education."

"What did you graduate in?"

"As a clinical psychotherapist."

I almost spit out my drink.

"A clinical psychotherapist! You ever analyzed yourself? I mean, you must treat a lot of women who are obsessed with sex!"

"Yes, quite a few; in fact, it's a field I specialize in . . . . and, yes, I have analyzed my own feelings and I'm very happy in my own skin. The women who come to me are very upset at the feelings they have. They have an overwhelming urge to have sex with as many men as possible; but, afterwards, they always feeling dirty and degraded. I never have those feelings."

"That's very interesting. Do you treat men as well?"

"I try not to, for obvious reasons. I'd probably be thinking more about what it would be like to have sex with them than trying to help them. Where was I? Oh yes the café.


Chapter Five: A Threesome

"There was this guy, Fred, who used to come in everyday after work. I recollect he was an auto mechanic because he fixed my old car one time for free. He would sit at the counter and we would chat. I steered the subject around to sex by telling him a small lie. I told him I had a girlfriend who had sex with more than one guy at the same time and I asked him if that was a man's ultimate wish.

"He told me it was and asked me if I would give him her phone number. He was hooked! Now, all I had to do was reel him in. I asked him if he found me attractive and, of course, he did; so, I told him it was a fantasy of mine to have sex with two men at the same."

"I thought you said three other people," I interjected.

"I know, and I did eventually have sex with three other people, but I wanted to start out slow. My conversation with Fred, over the next week, led to an arrangement to meet at a local Hampton Inn the coming Friday evening at six. He had a very good friend who he was going to bring along. I had never been so excited in my life. I was about to experience a new feeling - anal sex, as well as sex with two men at the same time. Friday arrived and I met Fred in the lobby of the hotel where he introduced me to his friend, whose name was Jimmy. I was glad to see that he was a good looking guy, around five-ten and medium build. We took the elevator to the third floor and Fred used the card to open the bedroom door. It was a large room with a king-sized bed. I pulled the covers all the way to the bottom of the bed and went to the bathroom."

"Were you nervous?" I asked.

"Very, but my excitement overcame my nervousness. I was about to have sex with two good looking guys. Back in the bedroom, Fred was already naked on the bed sporting a nice erection while Jimmy was still taking his boxers off. I think he was a little shy, as he held his hands in front of his cock. I took his hand and led him to the bed where I started performing oral sex on him. I was on my hands and knees and Fred didn't need any hints as he was behind me rubbing his cock head up and down my wet cleft. He landed at the opening of my vagina so I pushed back, feeling him slip inside me.

"After five minutes they switched places. I was enjoying the sensation of being fucked from behind, something new. I could tell both men were close to cumming so I sat up and asked whether they had drawn straws to see who was going to fuck me in my ass. Apparently they discussed it and it was Jimmy who volunteered; so, Fred lay on his back and I straddled and guided his cock to my pussy and he pushed in. I think Jimmy didn't quite know what to do so I told him to just treat my ass like it was a pussy.

"He lubed up using the tube of KY I had put on the nightstand and hesitatingly pushed into me. It was an incredible feeling to have two cocks inside me separated by only a thin membrane. They were out of sync to start with, but soon got into a rhythm. Didn't take long for Jimmy to cum followed soon after by Fred. After a few minutes they both got dressed and left. I needed a bath, so I stayed for an hour soaking in a nice hot tub."

"Was it as good as you thought it would be?"

"More so! It was the most incredible experience in my young eighteen years, one that I would enjoy again several times. The last was two months ago when Fred managed to find a third guy to participate."

"Oh, so you stayed in touch with Fred and Jimmy?"

"Not Jimmy, as he found a girlfriend who wasn't too keen on having sex with him and me at the same time, but Fred's wife was."


Chapter Six: Fred & Elena

I glanced at the clock; damn, time flies. It was three o'clock in the morning and I would normally have been in bed hours ago. But listening to Angela's story had consumed me; it was a riveting tale and if I had been into women, instead of young girls, I would have blown a wad in my pants hours ago listening to Angela's detailed descriptions of her sex life.

"So, how did you get hooked up with Fred's wife?"

"We were talking in the café one day when he just announced that he was married. I was a little surprised; but, when he told me it was a very open marriage, and that he knew all about the men she had sex with, that made me feel better. In fact, he said they had great sex after she told him what she had done with a stranger she picked up in a bar. Anyhow, Elena, his wife, had been asking about me and whether we could have a threesome."

"How old was Fred?"

"I think he was twenty three at the time and I believe Elena was around the same age. He invited me to come to their house the next Saturday night. I turned up and he introduced me to her. She was obviously of Latino heritage, somewhere in her family tree, as she was beautiful, had gorgeous light-brown flawless skin and, when she was undressed, she had the perkiest tits I had ever seen, with dark brown areolae and quite large nipples, especially considering she had small breasts; an A-cup, if I remember rightly. She had a very petite body; she was more like a thirteen year old, narrow hips and slim thighs. It was her pussy that I liked the best; it was quite pronounced and had the largest labia I have ever seen!

"I let Fred take the lead and as he fucked her, I sucked on her nipples and kissed her. She was an incredible kisser. I think she had four orgasms that night, the most she said she'd ever had in one session. Fred gave her the first while he fucked her; I gave her the second as Fred fucked me from behind while I went down on her. Let me tell you, the sight of her open pussy was incredible! With the fairly dark skin of her outer labia, against the bright pink inside, it was stupendous! I gave her the third while Fred fucked her in her ass and I ate her out. I'm not sure who made her cum for the fourth time, as we were all moaning and groaning at that point. I'll always remember that first time with the three of us.

"What was your scariest moment? I mean you took some risks with those men on the train."

"It was when I was twenty three. Not being satisfied with having sex with Fred and his wife, I started picking up men."


Chapter Seven: The Sadist

"I used to hang out at a couple of local bars and see what men drifted my way. It was a Friday night and I was out celebrating my birthday, sitting at the bar, when a guy got on the stool next to me. We struck up a conversation and I found out he was lawyer and was into bondage, something I'd never tried; but, as he described what he did, it piqued my interest. We finished our drinks and I followed him to his house. He led me down to the basement where he had his 'special' room, as he called it. I had never seen so many items of bondage since watching the movie 'Fifty Shades of Grey'.

"As I wandered around, looking at his collection of 'instruments of torture', he got undressed; I turned around and saw the fattest cock I'd ever seen; and I have seen a lot. It wasn't long, probably no more than four inches, but my God it was fat! He told me to get undressed. He had this contraption that he strapped me onto; my wrists and ankles held securely in padded cuffs in such a way that I was spread-eagled. There was a padded cushion under my stomach that caused my butt to be raised up and my ass cheeks to spread open. I'd never felt so helpless and exposed but, by God, it felt so good. I could feel myself getting wet.

"He shoved something cold into my butt; as soon as it was in I knew it was a butt plug. He pulled a lever at the side, causing the whole contraption to rotate such that my pussy was now exposed. I then knew what the contraption was for, so he could fuck me in my ass as well as in my cunt, but he had other things in mind first. He picked up a wooden paddle off a rack on the wall, pulled the lever again, and swung me around. I didn't see it coming but it hurt like hell as he spanked me with it. I hadn't signed up for this shit and told him to stop. Of course, he didn't.

"He kept hitting me and every time he did, he caught the butt plug causing more pain and more cries. It seemed the more I cried, the harder he hit me so I clenched my jaw and swallowed the cries. After three more hits he stopped. He swapped the butt plug for a much larger one that really stretched my ass; the plug had gone from causing sexual arousal to causing, not pain but extreme discomfort. I begged for him to stop but he ignored my pleas; in fact, I think they excited him.

"The contraption turned again and I could now see him. His cock was fully erect and, I swear, it looked like the size of a beer bottle. It was no wonder he was into tying women up as most, if not all, would not have sex with him when they saw the size of his cock. He had the look of a wild animal as he held the end of his cock against the opening of my vagina. I shook my head to tell him to stop but it was useless. There was nothing I could do but let him rape me.

"The pain was excruciating as he started to push his cock into me. I could feel my pussy stretching more than it ever had done before and he wasn't too gentle either; in fact, I think he liked to be rough. He was the first and only sadist I had ever met. The pain finally stopped as he was all the way inside me, but returned as he started to fuck me. His face was so close to mine I could smell his sweat.

"He didn't cum and I thought that was the end of it as he pulled out of me, but I was mistaken as it was about to get worse. He flipped me again and pulled out the butt plug. Now I was really scared at the thought of his cock in my ass; those fears were realized when I felt the head of his cock against my asshole. This time he used some gel, probably so he wouldn't hurt himself and not for my comfort. He pushed hard and I remembered that it was the loudest scream that had ever come out of my mouth.

"He fucked me in my ass for what seemed like an eternity but was probably only a couple of minutes. I thought he'd cum inside me but when he spun me around again he was still hard. He pulled a second lever and rotated me in the other direction, if you know what I mean."

"So, you were lying sideways!"

"Yes, that's it. He proceeded to jack off and shot his load right in my face. Some got in my eyes and it stung like hell. He rotated me upright again and unbuckled the wrist and ankle straps; picking up a cloth, he wiped his cum off my face. It was really, really weird; he went from some wild animal back to the guy I met in the bar. I got dressed and left"

"Did you go to the police? I mean, he did rape you."

"That would have been futile as he would have claimed it was consensual sex; after all, I did get undressed willingly. When I got home I sat in the bathtub to get some relief."

"Did you ever see him again?"

"Yes, a couple of times. Once he was talking to this woman and I felt I had to warn her. When she went to the ladies room I followed and had a brief conversation with her. She thanked me and left him sitting there. He had this really mean look on his face as he looked at me."

"You were very lucky, Angela, as it could have turned out worse."

"Yes, in a way I was lucky to get out of there alive. I never did that again and, after that, always kept a bottle of Mace in my purse.

"I need to use the bathroom," she said. I showed her to the powder room and sat back down on the sofa.

I looked out of the windows and noticed the Eastern sky was starting to lighten. I looked at my watch; it had just turned six o'clock. I thought back on the last four hours; and, as much as she told me she liked being a nymphomaniac, I wasn't so sure. Some of the time, as she was speaking, I got the impression that she was a little sad. That, coupled with what she said when she was sobbing in her car that she was beyond help, made me think she didn't much care for her life. She returned and sat beside me.

"It's six o'clock," I said, "I think we can find an open gas station now."

We picked up a can of gas at a local Sheetz's station and, after returning to her car, I poured it into the tank. The car started on the third attempt. She thanked me and drove away. I never saw her again but I remembered everything she told me.


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