Neighborhood Nympho
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I can't get enough. I can have multiple big tight orgasms, when I get really excited. I especially like having 3 or 4 men take turns fucking me, driving their cocks deep inside me and shotting their cum off. It thrills me to orgasm with a really long tight pussy squeeze, while they are rubbing their dickheads inside my vagina. My BF is bi, and he is very kinky. He will basically fuck anything. He likes to watch me take BB cocks up my ass. So we sometimes go out to a black jazz club to pick up...
In the second floor boys' room, just as I had been told, there it was in thick, black marker: "Liz Is a NYMPHO!!!!" is what it said. I knew who it referred to, Elizabeth Grant, one of the prettiest and snootiest girls in the whole damn school, a ball-breaker and ice queen who absolutely and positively never, ever put out, but there was a rumor she had. It was kind of funny thinking of her as sex mad. And my mind recalled what she looked like at the beach, a real killer. She wore a series of...
Dear iss readers, i am nandini, a bengali housewife back here again. First let me thank the readers who have sent remarks in mail and also posted some comments in respond to my last posting named “hubby made me a nympho”. I am very happy that most of them have enjoyed my posting. But i don’t know why some one thought it is not real. Whether you believe or not it is my true life fact. I have stated how my hubby forced me to do with a milkman in that posting. For those who have not gone through...
“You got a visitor, boy,” my landlord shouted in his typical gruff, annoyed voice. He wasn’t mean or bad, just old and crochety. We usually got along and when we didn’t, we just moved away from each other. I never wanted to get him pissed off at me because the room I rented from him was too good of a deal, as was his allowing me to use his vast shop of tools when I needed something I didn’t have.I was tying my shoes before going to work at the Burger King in Urbana. “I’ll be right there,” I...
First TimeJamie and I: The Rise of a Nympho (1) My name is Matt and growing up, I was the kid that got picked on and bullied. I was the typical geek; smart, I sucked up to my teachers, and was the worst baseball player ever. But I was fast, a daredevil, and a jumper (no not like the movie, I liked to jump off things and jump onto and climb tall objects). I used to be short and extremely thin, but when puberty hit I turned into a...
In school, I loved playing intramural sports. It was spring so softball was the sport. We had a dorm team and a co-ed team. I missed the practice session for the co-ed team, but I heard all about it. A freshman girl that they recruited named Cami was quite interested in me. Evidently she knew who I was and was disappointed that I wasn’t at practice and wanted assurances that I’d be at the games.I’d seen Cami around the dorm. She was short and a bit overweight. She was cute with brown...
I arrived first, and as we waited for the other person to arrive, she strutted in a circle, looking for my approval in one of the best of many "f^^k-me" outfits she likes to get dressed up in. As I complimented her, she came over to the couch and straddled me for a little tease and dirty talk. We DFK'd and she wiggled around on my lap, rubbing herself against me and making sure she could feel that my c^^k was hard. - What a tease.... When our 2nd guy arrived, she gave him a DFK as I sat and...
My series, ""It Started with Tattooed Eyeliner," tells the story of a horny and kinky guy named Jerry, who has his eyes tattooed with dramatic black eyeliner while his wife is out of town. Having put him through some of the most outrageous punishment humiliations I've ever written (which is saying something in my case), she has now cut a deal with his employer to ship him overseas for a sex change and controversial behavior therapy, which will be described in the upcoming series, "The...
As Hannah was sitting on the bench waiting for the #7 train to arrive, she noticed how crowed the subway looked tonight. Knowing that the train cars would be packed full she signed as the she saw the train arriving at the station. She figured that once again she would be standing cramed packed in the train car..with bodies pressed against her in all directions. This normally would have bothered her but she noticed that most of the people piling onto the train were men. Feeling abit aroused...
The Chronicles of Abby: Davis and Madelyn Part 2(Madelyn’s Perspective)Synopsis: This story is the continuation of the episode ‘Davis and Madelyn Part 1’.[SEXY COMMENTS ARE REALLY APPRECIATED!!!] A week later, Madelyn waited for everyone to leave the classroom including Abby before asking her teacher, Davis for the gaming device that he had promised to get her. “Mr. Davis, has it arrived yet,” asked Madelyn in an especially sweet voice, feeling hopeful. “Hey, Maddie. Guess what? I think it’s...
The Chronicles of Abby: Davis and Madelyn Part 1(Madelyn’s Perspective)Synopsis: This story is the continuation of the episode ‘Davis Getting More From Abby’. Since the day Madelyn spread for her teacher, Mr. Davis, she noticed that he would take occasional peeps at her panties whenever she sat at her desk with her legs slightly parted in her skirts and dresses. There was even once he dropped his pencil in front of her desk deliberately and then he squatted down, pretending to look for it and...
Daniel is one of my good friends and we were planning on hanging out. He informed me that his girlfriend, Madelyn would be at his house as well. I didn't mind it because I had know her since I was born. Madelyn was a short skinny girl who's in competition cheerleading. She was barely a B cup with a small but very cute bubble butt. Just by looking at her, you know any hole you put your dick in, it was going to be super tight. Daniel was your regular guy who I knew from past experience had a...
Chapter 8 - Transformations In the days following our extraordinary adventures at the Holmstead’s, Paul and I, apparently sexually satiated for awhile, settled back into the quintessential Florida lifestyle – late, leisurely breakfasts on the lanai, afternoon cycling along beautiful trails, especially those from Port Charlotte, through Venice nearly to Sarasota, or kayaking the broad local canals, creeks and rivers. Evenings we made love, casually in the lanai, on the pool deck,...
Preface – The Making of a TG Nymph When Papa died, he left the 7000 acre ranch in north-western Alberta, Canada to my two brothers and me, along with 802 head of cows, most with calves at foot, and several decent breeding bulls. The whole place was mostly paid for and we had an assortment of about 40 riding horses, a dozen or so trucks, quads, ATV’s and a eight-place , two-engine Comanche airplane we could all fly, each having soloed by our thirteenth birthdays. There was even a...
Sighing, I leave my beautiful car, blowing it air kisses as I strut away. That's my one and only, my baby. Yeah, about that crazy part again.. um.. don't listen to the whole car thing and think, "Well.. duh!" because, well, there's more to it. Anyway, I smooth down my light grey pinstripe pencil skirt and forest green button down shirt. In a hair brained effort to cool off, I unbutton the first few buttons on my shirt, allowing some of the breeze to play with my cleavage. I wait for...
his street to his neighbors’ house in a pair of jeans and t-shirt with his sweatshirt zipped all the way up and his hood on. He was supposed to babysit his daughter Ashley for the night while he went to Washington to take care of some business, and wouldn’t be back till the following afternoon. “big screen tv, all the food I want, a nice place to sleep.” He thought as he watched the steam coming out of his mouth, “This is more of a privilege than a job.” He got to the...
I guess my sex life began one day during the summer of my thirteenth year as I was doing my chores. I was in my brother’s room putting away his clean clothes, and I found a stack of porno- graphic magazines in his underwear drawer. Out of curiosity as to what could be so great about things like that, I swiped them and went to my room. I shut and locked my door, then sat down on my bed and started looking through the magazines. There was picture after picture of nude or ...
Laying in bed naked staring at the ceiling, your eyes shut, fantasizing about everything and every fetish. You bring your hand down to find your completely smooth and bald pussy gushing wet. Your name is tara Smith 21 years old 5'6 145lbs soft yet perky c cup tits your nipples are almost always hard , soft but curvy body with a shapley thick ass. Oh and your a completely crazed horny self proclaimed nymphomaniac willing to do almost anything sexual. Youv had a few boyfriends and a couple...
IncestA co-worker of mine was turning 30 and he invited me to his birthday party. It was going to be a ‘blow out’ he said. Bob and his wife, Pam, rented the American Legion hall that has a history of great parties, I had been to several in the past. Bob was right, it was a blow out. There were over 100 people there, many that I did not know, but all of them were easy to make friends with and talk to. At one point, Bob came up to me and said, “See that blonde over there?” He nodded his head towards a...
This a true account of something that happened when I was in my teens, over 50 years ago.Most men dream of meeting a nymphomaniac but I can assure you it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. This is a true story of what happened to me when I was about nineteen. I’d left home and rented a room in a house in Coseley, in the West Midlands. The couple who owned the house had a daughter, Noreen. She was around the same age as me and we soon started going out together. One particular day I was off sick...
I always wondered what my neighbor would be like if her husband wasn't around and I finally found out ! I was just sitting on my patio on a hot summer day when I heard the neighbors come out the door of their apartment next door to sit on their patio and I could tell by the conversation that they didn't realize I was sitting within earshot and could hear every word that was said. I had loved the awesome busty body of the wife from the first time I saw her sunbathing a few years ago but we have...
The taxi stop in the night, on a side of a vilage road._ Are you sure you wanna drop off? asked fat, over fifty, sweated driver suprised by our destination._ Yes baby, said Melania giggleing and sliping her hand toward his slit to make him better understand. Here is quiet and I wanna pay you like a woman does honey. We have money as well, but is better if earn both of us, isn't ya?The man is confused, he don't know what to say, but her hand not just lie between his legs but works and it's...
Well. Today was the day. I'd find out if it really worked. If the little old Asian man at the spice shop was right, my life was about to change forever. And he had better be right; I paid a ridiculous sum for this particular item. 'Put in food or drink...you see action quick, yes!' he had said. 'Watch out not too much!' Now the only question other than 'does it work' was 'when' to try it...I planned the whole thing down to the last detail. Dad worked overnight every thursday and my sister Wendy...
By : Mayank Hi! Friends this is Mayank again you must have read my previous post ‘The Mobile that change life’ this is next what happened with me. My sis was in Vijays lap hugging him and giving him mouth to mouth kiss, eating his alcohol mixed saliva. I was just been considered as a silent viewer to what was happening again. “I need you honey, I need your body right now” he said in his drunkard voice. “I am all yours my beast take me like your bitch” saying this She rose from his lap and...
IncestRachel had always thought of herself as ugly or a plain Jane but secretly dreamed of being a sex object that drove men insane. She envied the other girls around her. Rachel watched them take command of the rooms they entered, in some way or another, and dreamed that it was her. She stood in front of the full length mirror in her bedroom, looking at her 15 year old body and dreaming of cock. Rachel ran her hands down her naked flesh, from her neck and down through the valley of her huge DDD...
My name is Greta. I am about one month past my eightieth birthday and am in disgustingly good health for a woman of my years. My husband of almost forty-two years passed away this last winter after a long bout with cancer that wasted him away to a shadow of his former self. I shamefully admit that I was cheating on him right up to the final curtain with every Tom, Dick and Harry with enough stamina to get it up and get it inside where it really counts the most at the end of the day. After I...
"So I'm abnormal. I'm a freak," Danny Deveno said as he lay on the couch in the consulting room. "No, no. You're not a freak," Dr. Betty Baslur replied, "and you're not abnormal." "Well, what would you call me? I mean, what I have, what my problem is, isn't it freaky, isn't it abnormal?" "What you have, Mr. Deveno, what your problem is, is abnormal, yes. But you yourself are not abnormal." "Well, what is it, anyway? I mean, what's wrong with me, what's the term for...
As I shoved my 7 inch cock inside her pussy and increased the pace she started to moan in a way I have never ever heard any women do before. It turned me on and I went into balls slapping pace fucking her furiously and listening intently to her moan which was steadily shifting towards being a scream. I clasped my hand around her whole body totally locking her into an iron embrace while my angry erect manhood went on ploughing her crimson wet cunt which was by then quivering madly as if it had a...
Cheating WifesNimmi aur Raj nange hi ek dusre ke alingan mein so gaye. Raj ne aaj pehli baar choot ki chudayi ki thee aur Nimmi ne aaj tak bahut se lund liye thay lekin Raj ka lund anokha hi tha. Khas iss liye ki vo abhi bas 18 saal ka tha aur dusra ki vo usski saheli ka beta tha. Nimmi apni saheli ke Pati Ramesh se bhi chudwa chuki thee jab vo zinda tha. Baap ke baad bete se chudwane ki khushi alag hi thee. Nimmi aur Raj gehri need mein sote rahe. Jab subha Raj ki need khuli to apne pass Nimmi aunty ko...
Madeleine was working late with her new boss Deirdre. They’d been working late for two weeks trying to tidy the mess left by the previous manager. At last they’d cleared the backlog. Deirdre sighed, looked directly at Madeleine, and stretched up her arms – her large soft breasts pushed forward in her skintight jumper making it ride up to reveal a stretch of suntanned stomach. ‘I think this calls for a celebration.’ Madeleine was disturbed by the sinking feeling in...
After a long stressful day at work, Andy and Warren were winding down at Distiller's Microbrew & Tap. Each were on their second beer when Warren said, "Andy, did you read the news this morning?""Didn't have time. What, another story about the President's Tweets?""No, Andy, something worse.""Immigrants being deported?""Worse.""Well then, Warren, what in the hell is upsetting you so much?"The two men were talking sports, politics and women. Warren took a swig from his glass and said, "You're not...
CheatingMarch, 1920 Le Havre, France It was with a deep sense of melancholy that I stood along the rail at the stern of the ocean liner, watching the coast of France recede into the distance. I was going home, after seven years of service with the American Embassy in Paris, and while part of me was glad to be returning to America, a larger part of me knew I was leaving behind a large part of my life. It was a cold, blustery day on the cusp of spring, and I had my overcoat buttoned to the top to...
December, 1915 Paris, France Madeleine looked resplendent in her dark green dress, with the bright red corsage I had pinned on her breast. She looked very much in keeping with the holiday, which was the idea, since we were entering the ballroom at the Ritz Hotel, the same one where we had spent our wedding night, for the American Embassy’s annual Christmas banquet. Because the United States was still neutral in the Great War that was raging not far away, we were not under the same moral...
June, 1915 Paris, France ‘A toast! A toast to Robert,’ cried Sergei Hoffmann, over the din of well-wishers. ‘Hear, hear!’ was the response from several corners of the room. We were gathered in the private room of a well-known Paris restaurant for the traditional bachelor’s night, and the good food and copious amounts of spirits in all varieties had made for a memorable evening. Stories – many of them bawdy – had been told and conversation had been brisk. These were my friends, the people I...
CHAPTER 8 Paris, France March, 1918 I had been on furlough from my duties as an attache from the U.S. Embassy to Gen. Pershing’s headquarters, and Madeleine and I had finally reconnected after months of forced celibacy after her miscarriage and subsequent emergency hysterectomy. I had finally come to realize how close she had come to dying that day. Only a quick transfusion of blood helped her survive the surgery that saved her life, but deprived her of the ability to have any more...
June, 1917 Paris, France It was on a warm late spring morning that I arrived in my office to be greeted with a summons to the ambassador’s office. When I arrived, I stopped short, for Mr. Stark had a visitor, someone I knew well, and for whom I had decidedly mixed feelings. Gen. John James Pershing was seated in a chair across from the ambassador’s desk, and he rose when I entered the office. ‘Sergeant Guidry,’ he said as he offered his hand in greeting, using the rank to which I had risen...
Madeline in Oregon She hadn't seen her Aunt Margo in many years but she wasn't feeling guilty. Her family had made it clear. They did not agree with two women living together. The telephone call had to be dealt with immediately though. Margo was her mother's sister and had received the lion's share of the estate at the probate three years earlier. The call wasn't from her Aunt, rather from Margo's younger 'partner' Allen. Aunt Margo had been married but after nineteen years they had...
Paris, France February, 1915 It was cold, bitterly cold, as I turned up the collar of my overcoat and walked out of the embassy into the gathering gloom of the late afternoon. On impulse, I decided to turn down the little side street that was so familiar and visit Marcel’s again. I hadn’t been there since my return to France a few weeks earlier, and I found I missed it. So much had changed in Paris since those heady days of August, when the young Frenchmen had so eagerly sought out war. No...
Face Value by GENEVA Made Mademoiselle When the Emperor Napoleon had invaded Austria, just before his victory at Austerlitz, Jerome Meunier and I, Henri Cachin, were part of the French forces, in an infantry regiment. I suppose I should have been proud to do military service and serve under the greatest general that France had seen, but the soldier's life was not for me. As a street urchin in Bordeaux I had been involved in some petty theft from the shopkeepers, and as I grew older...
Author note: This is the first part of a tale that might or might not be continued. It is set some time in the mid 18th century (so not strictly Victorian, but that category seemed closest). Corsets and Cutlasses, Part I: Madeline and Elizabeth's Ocean Voyage. 1. Cabin transformation "Hold still silly," Elizabeth chided me, "this is tricky and I'll have your eye out if you move like that." She waved the dark kohl pencil threateningly. "But it wasn't me!" I protested...
September, 1916 Paris, France It was a Monday, when my life took a significant turn. I had completed my morning exercise at the embassy and had arrived in my office when I was summoned to Mr. Stark’s office for what was described as an urgent meeting. This in itself was not unusual, as I spent almost half my time in the ambassador’s company, discussing events, planning strategies or interpreting for him. But this time, I found him in the company of a high-ranking British general and the...
Author’s note: It has been nearly a year and a half since my last submission, and over these past few months of idleness, I’ve been searching for some idea, some story line that would challenge me, and get me excited about writing again. I have about a dozen stories that I’ve started, but never got fired up over, so they sit in a file somewhere and will likely never see the light of day. I kept coming back to this scenario, however, and each time I did, the more it intrigued me. With the...
Madeline had gotten divorced three years ago and she hadn't been with a man since. She always told herself that she didn't need another man that her dildo worked just fine. She lied to herself on that subject. She really wanted to feel needed again. She wanted to feel attractive and sexy. She really wanted to feel a dick in her that was attached to a body. Most days she didn't think about it. Her three daughters lived with her still though they were all over twenty and work always got in the...
How did I let myself get talked into this? Here I was playing my 12 string Framus guitar at a nursing home so that my best friend could make points with his newest intended conquest. Her mother was holding the sheet music for me and since she was holding it just below her bust I was having trouble concentrating. That was SOME bust and the cleavage left me gasping. Trying to play music I was not used to was bad enough without the added distraction my music stand was giving me. If the songs...
It had been six months since I'd moved in next door to an amazing lady. She was in her early to mid sixties, had a vibrant warm personality, and immediately befriended me showing genuine concern after my divorce. Madeline and I became good friends. I very often stopped by after work to check on her, see how she was doing, and generally on the weekends, did a few odd jobs for her. Having Madeline as a friend, someone to talk to, made the days easier to deal with and not quite so lonely. She...
I would suggest you read the preceding 7 parts before this – it will help make sense of it. Once again, Jenkins provides her account. During the soiree that marked Madeleine’s ‘coming of age’ as it were, I felt proud to see her entertain her guest. She behaved with grace and charm such as one might expect of a lady of better birth or greater education. I confess freely that as I laced her into that corset it was my strongest desire to hold her to me and to claim that prize which I knew her...
I would suggest you read the preceding 7 parts before this - it will help make sense of it. Once again, Jenkins provides her account. During the soiree that marked Madeleine’s ‘coming of age’ as it were, I felt proud to see her entertain her guest. She behaved with grace and charm such as one might expect of a lady of better birth or greater education. I confess freely that as I laced her into that corset it was my strongest desire to hold her to me and to claim that prize which I knew her...
LesbianHi…..amar naam A, 24 bochor boyesh, motamuti bhaloi shashtho. Amar girlfriend er naam S, 20 bochor boyesh, 34-38-34, sexy figure. Forsha besh, dudh gulo toh aro forsha. Halka pinkish nipples, norom tultule. Ektu chushe kamralei laal hoye jay, toh bujhtei parchen kotota norom ar sensitive. Shob theke uttejonadayok byaparta hochche or nipples, ekdom hard ar boro…..jotoi chushi mon bhore na. Sexy komor, tight ass…ar laal bheja gud ta dekhlei amar 5.8inch bara lafye lafye othe. Or sex khub chorom...
The next morning I awoke late for breakfast because it was not a school day. Usually, my Grandmother rings a bell, and I am punished if I am not dressed, washed, and ready for breakfast. This morning I heard many bells jingling downstairs as I awoke and washed up in the washbasin. My mother was on her hands and knees, scrubbing the floor. She had a very sheer nightshirt that was as translucent as my own. It really didn’t matter because while she was on her hands and knees, I could see her...
Hello amar nam Amar bakhsi.Aamar boyosh 33 ami ekta private comapany te chakri kari General manager er poste. Aamar stri Shila boyosh 24 bochhor, Forsa rang bodbodo chokh duto, mukhe sab samai hasi,height 5’8″, Bhison sundari aar sexy ekebare nikhut body. Rasta diye jakhan hate takhan loke ghure ghure takai tar jouvane bhara shorirer dike.Amader Company r chairman Mr. Khanna age prayee 55 er kachha kachhi, Khub sunder atheletic body, byayam kore khub bhalo swastho aar lamba choura figure ek...
Here is my experienne with my maid servant aunty aged 50 yrs. I am a Software developer working in a software company at Trivandrum.When I was at the age of 25 my mother was sick ( pressure, Asthama etc. etc ).I alone have to take care of my mother since my brother was in Kuwait. So I planned to employ a old lady to take care my mother’s health and treatment.Finally I got one maid servant name RemaDevi aged 50.She had 3 daughters , 2 of them got married.All the expennses incured for the...
Made Madeleine A terrible storm, refuge in an unfamiliar house. Some doors just aren't meant to be opened, some paths never tread. Every new space has its consequences... It had been almost clich? when the great double doors of the mansion yawned open after I rang the doorbell, lightning flashing ominously. True, from the outside it didn't look like anyone who lived here was at home, but I at least expected to be greeted by a snobby butler or a portly maid. When I was ushered in by a...
Series 3, Episode 3: Madeline So far in this series we’ve had a skinny emo teenager with big boobs, and a slightly overstuffed punky blonde ... We’re due a good looking lady – and here she is... We focus on a married couple walking hand-in-hand along the Albert Dock in Liverpool. She’s short and very pretty without being stunning. The kind of lady who looks good in the street but would disappear if you stood her next to a model. Her long and thick reddish brown hair hangs way below her...
You may care to read the first part of this story before embarking on this episode. It will explain the context. The following morning as instructed I found myself in Mistress Pickles’s bedchamber. ‘Jenkins reports that you learn well and quickly. I knew you would. Come, girl, undress and show me what you have learned at her hands. I hastily removed my attire but slowed when she told me to take more time and to give her the pleasure of a slow revelation of my body. She had me stand quite naked...
You may care to read the first part of this story before embarking on this episode. It will explain the context. The following morning as instructed I found myself in Mistress Pickles’s bedchamber. 'Jenkins reports that you learn well and quickly. I knew you would. Come, girl, undress and show me what you have learned at her hands. I hastily removed my attire but slowed when she told me to take more time and to give her the pleasure of a slow revelation of my body. She had me stand quite naked...
LesbianI recently returned from a 2 week holiday in Madeira and had to write down a toe curlingly sexy experience that I had. I am 40 and have always loved older women. Madeira is the ideal holiday destination to see refined, well dressed English ladies over 60. My family spent most of the days out and about so I had the opportunity to lie on a lounger round one of the pools in my hotel (next to Reids) to catch the sun and the eye of a few ladies.On the day in question I founder a lounger in a shaded...
Hi this is Raman. I have posted a few porn stories on indiansexstories2.net and now this is my first post at this site. Hope you enjoy this story. Please send your comments at Krishna Ki Shadi “Shadi sampan hui! Ab tum pati patni ho chukey ho!” Panditji ne kaha aur main apni patni ko lekar mandir se bahar chala gaya. Meri patni Meera meri adhiyapika reh chuki thee. Meera Srivastav mujhe Hindi padhati thee aur hamare college ke hostel mein rehti thee. Koi nahin keh sakta tha ki Meera meri patni...
Blonde, blue-eyed, 4ft 11inches at 100 pounds, 34-21-35 and legs to die for. My wife? Hell no - my mother-in-law, and for the last year she has been doing her absolute best to fuck my brains out. And three years ago this same woman hated my guts because I was going to marry her daughter and she did not consider me good enough for her baby. Why the change of heart? Well, that's the story. It was a dismal day in October, one of those days when the weather can't make up its mind whether it...