Chapter 1
I feel that I'm at the crossroads of my life now that I've just moved back to New York. I want to become something different and do different things and I am determined to prove that I am not a nymphomaniac or a slut.
All of those things that I've heard from other people and that I've thought about myself have been bothering me a great deal lately.
I've been trying to recall the first time that I ever heard the word nympho. I suppose that it was someone in school who said it and I laughed with the other kids. At that age I was always trying to appear smart and cool in front of the other kids.
Probably there were plenty of the other kids in the group who didn't know what the word nympho meant, but they all laughed also. None of us would have admitted that we didn't understand something, so we all pretended that we were wise and sexually advanced.
Even though I can't remember the first time that I heard the word, I can certainly remember the most disturbing time that I heard the word spoken.
I was fifteen at the time and I was rushing to open my locker in between classes. There were two boys talking and one of them said to the other, "Diana? She's a real nympho!"
When I turned around and looked at them, they had already passed and they had never noticed me there in the crowded hall of the school. There must have been two dozen other girls in the high school with the same name, but I knew that they were talking about me.
One of the boys had been someone I had dated the previous week. I had really enjoyed making out with him and when he was playing with my pussy, I reached down and began to rub his cock through the fabric of his pants.
Perhaps I got a little carried away. Even before he had pushed my skirt up my legs and gotten his hands onto my panties, (which were soaking wet by that time), I started to unzip his pants and to reach into them so that I could work his cock out of his underwear.
He had the nerve to call me a nympho after I gave him a terrific hand-job and he just clumsily felt around my pussy? I wasn't going around the school saying that that boy was timid and that he was inept at satisfying a pussy!
But that was the start. That was the time that I realized that people thought of me as a slut! After that I kept working to change the image.
Except, that wasn't very easy. I would keep on being hot and bothered and then a boy would start making out with me and I would just spread my legs and beg him to give me the satisfaction that I needed.
It wasn't long after that incident of overhearing the conversation of the boys that I lost my cherry. When I think about it now it was a miracle that I maintained my cherry as long as I didf I was fifteen and a half when it was busted.
The one thing that gave me satisfaction was that I didn't lose my cherry to one of the boys in the high school. I lost it to an older man.
At that time he seemed absolutely ancient since he was already twenty-three and that made him eight years older than I was. Perhaps it was the fact that he was older and I didn't think that I could fool him the way that I did the boys in school. Or. maybe it was just the fact that he was much more suave and cool than the boys in school.
It all started when I got involved in the little community theatre that was in my neighborhood. Even though I'm from New York originally, many people don't realize that New York is a large area in geography and that there are many neighborhoods that bear no resemblance to the big city skyscrapers of Manhattan, even though they are part of the same city.
Anyway, I always had an interest in things around the theatre. There was a time when I had imagined that I would be another Marilyn Monroe. But I never even had the guts to bleach my hair.
Since I was just a kid I looked up to the people who got to play parts in the play and I just enjoyed painting the sets and working on the costumes for them.
There was one Sunday when I came in to paint sets and no one was there. They used this deserted fire station as their theatre. It turned out that I was there on the wrong day.
Well, I wouldn't have even been able to get into the building if James hadn't been there. He just happened to be there because he had finished rehearsing a scene.
They had permitted James to have a key to the place since he was doing the leading part in the play that they were rehearsing. It was just a silly comedy about sexiness. At that time I thought it was very sophisticated. Now I think it's silly.
"I thought this was going to be the day for painting the sets," I said.
"You'll have to call someone about that. I don't know anything about the sets."
"Well, I'd better go. I don't want to disturb you, James," I said, backing away.
"Don't go," he said. "What's your name?"
"I'm Diana," I replied, awkwardly reaching my hand out and touching his hand.
"Diana," he whispered softly. "Just like the goddess of the hunt."
Once he said that, he could've stripped my clothes off right away. There are a couple of things that get my pussy juicing up and a man being romantic like that is one of them.
I smiled very weakly and said, "She's also the goddess of the moon!"
"Right you are," he said, taking my hand in a casual way.
"I'd like to take this opportunity to tell you how impressed I am with your acting," I said quickly.
"That's kind of you," he said in his authoritative and deep tones--. "But this isn't real acting! Real acting is Shakespeare and Ibsen and Shaw."
"I've read Hamlet," I said, feeling like a fool as soon as I said that.
But then that man looked at me just as if I weren't a fool for talking that way. He had a wonderful way of looking at me. And he was pretty good to look at.
James was very tall, well over six feet, and he had short blonde hair and the type of metallic blue eyes that can pierce right through you. He had one of those clean faces with a powerful jaw, like you expect to see on a television commercial for razor blades.
"I have a feeling that you want to be an actress?" he said, with a little bit of a question at the end.
I nodded my head, too embarrassed to answer that question out loud. But then he started an entire conversation about his life in the theatre and my theatrical goals.
Later on I came to realize that an actor like James who had come to work for free in a community theatre where there was no chance for him to be seen was a pretty seedy character. He was actually a waiter at a restaurant on the upper west side of Manhattan.
But, that particular afternoon, none of that was important. There, in that grubby old fire station, we were both lying on the floor and talking.
He grabbed both of my hands and I don't even recall what we were talking about. The next thing I knew he was looking in my eyes and I was looking into his eyes.
Our faces moved closer together and our lips met. I cannot in all honesty say that he kissed me because I kissed him just as much as he kissed me.
Quite literally, it was a matter of our faces meeting and our lips pressing together. His mouth opened and his thick and coarse tongue was rubbing back and forth against my tender lips. He kept on doing that until my lips finally parted and allowed his tongue to enter my mouth.
When his tongue was inside my mouth, I rubbed my tongue back and forth against the moist mouth muscle. I could feel his tongue flicking back and forth against my own.
Then his hand was reaching down my body. He did not bother to slowly feel me up the way that the boys would when they took me out on a date. He reached right between my legs and rubbed his fingers roughly against the fabric of my slacks.
I wondered whether he could tell that my panties were already wet. Whether he could or not, he pulled down my zipper and began to peel the slacks from my well-rounded hips.
As long as he was doing that, I reached out and felt the thickness that was growing in the front of his jeans. I could tell that it was fully hard.
Knowing that he had a hard-on so close to me only made me even hotter for him. That was a funny thing about me that still holds true. I get hot knowing that someone is hot for me!
There are a lot of guys who are timid and who try to hide their hard-ons when they are around me. If only they knew that as soon as I see a bulge in the front of a pair of pants I'm ready to spread my legs for them.
James seemed a little surprised when I was groping his cock. He pulled his lips from mine and said, "I thought you were just a beginner?"
After some hesitation I said, "Yes. I am a beginner."
He laughed and pressed his lips against the side of my face. Then he planted little kisses all over my face as he continued to pull my slacks down and to pull up the tee shirt that I was wearing so that my tits were revealed.
I suppose it was daring at that time for a girl of fifteen to go around without a bra. There was also something strange about it because it had just been two and a half years earlier that I had pleaded with my mother to let me have a bra.
His big hands were rubbing all over the front of my smooth and silky panties. I arched my hips up because I really wanted to feel his fingers against my pussy slit.
Reaching up I pulled open his pants and started to tug them off. My fingers slid into the clinging waistband of his jockey shorts and pulled them right down his slim hips.
James was dressed except for the area from his navel down to his knees. While he was working my panties down my legs and stripping me completely naked, I was satisfied to leave him just like that.
It was crazy of me. I knew that I was hot for him. He had a fabulous, rippling chest under his shirt. But I never even bothered to open his shirt.
As soon as his cock was exposed, I didn't seem to need anything else. I was naked and he was rubbing the side of his index finger up and down along the moist and wrinkled flesh of my cunt.
My long fingers were wrapped around his stiff tool and I could feel the heat that was pulsing up along the thick shaft of flesh.
I spread my legs very wide and I could feel the hard and cold wood of the stage that was under my small but perfectly rounded ass cheeks.
He hadn't even asked about fucking me. There had been other boys in school who had begged for a chance to fuck my virgin pussy, but I had turned them down.
I should confess that when I would turn down a guy like that I would just go home and frig myself half the night thinking about how wonderful it would have felt if I hadn't turned down the opportunity for the fucking.
James' thick and large hands pressed against the smooth flesh that was at the inside of my thighs. He rubbed up and down at the flesh and kept spreading my legs wider.
The head of his hard dick arched up a little bit. I could feel it pressing against the lips of my pussy and it was very hot to the touch.
Then his cock head kept on spreading my pussy lips apart. I could tell that he was having a little trouble because my virgin cunt was so tight as he tried to push into it.
But, after a little bit of effort, he managed to get his cock head lodged firmly between the clasping lips of my cunt. It was as if his cock were molded in hot wax. As he tried to push his cock forward, he couldn't move it anywhere.
He was just pushing the flesh of my pussy right along with his cock. He pulled his cock back and could feel the cunt flesh clinging around his flared cock head in the same way.
For me it was. a heavenly torment. I was looking down my body and watching what he was doing. It was strange to notice that he was just moving his body the slightest bit and moving his cock inside of my pussy by the tiniest increment and yet it was sending wild rushes through my body and making me feel dizzy with the hot passion.
As he kept on pulling my pussy flesh back and forth, simply toying with the hot flesh and not really moving his cock in and out of my cunt, I could feel an increase in the creaminess that was inside of my body.
My cunt was getting hotter and wetter as he continued to move around, even though they were not big, thrusting movements that he was doing inside of me.
Then I realized that James was able to push his cock inside of my cunt a little bit further. I spread my legs as wide as he wanted them spread and I arched my hips up.
His powerful fingers pressed into the soft flesh of my hips and then he began to push his dick inside of me, holding me down firmly with his hands.
But as soon as he had about two inches of his cock inside of my cunt, he stopped and he looked at me. There was a startled look in his eyes and I knew what he was reacting to.
I could feel the head of his cock pressing against the delicate membrane of flesh that was deep inside of my body. The next move into me would take my cherry.
"You didn't tell me. . . " he started to say. But he left the rest of the sentence dangling.
"What?" I asked, trying to seem very innocent about the whole matter.
"You've got your cherry!" he snapped at me. "I didn't know you had your cherry!"
"So?" I asked, feeling very awkward about holding a conversation while he had two inches of his cock pressing inside of my pussy. "Isn't that a good thing?"
He tilted his head and there was a long silence before he said, "Listen, little girl, if you want to give me your cherry, then I'm not to blame!"
"I'm here!" I said, with a nasty tone in my voice. "I'm ready to give it to you!"
"Okay!" he said, rubbing his fingers together and arching his hips up.
That was the last thing I heard before the ringing in my ears became too deafening. His cock slammed through my pussy and ripped my virginity right out of me.
I could feel the tearing sensation and then I could feel the searing heat of the blood that was flowing in my vagina.
He pushed his cock into my cunt and did not even wait one moment before slamming it all the way into my body. The thick prong was spreading the blood along my cunt slit.
Then, before he had even gotten his entire dick all the way into my cunt, he began to pull it back out of me. That was the way that James fucked. He had a non-stop style. He would slam in and pull it without any hesitation at either end of the spectrum.
His cock was always moving inside of me and there was always that constant pressure against my pussy flesh as the flared cock head kept pushing the moist walls of flesh.
At the same time, because he hadn't given me the chance to relax since he took my cherry, I could feel the blood of my busted hymen being pushed into the delicate walls of flesh.
His cock kept on rubbing back and forth against my delicate flesh, faster and faster all the time. Then I could feel that my pussy flesh was getting an erection of its own.
When I would frig myself there would always be a point in advance of my orgasm when my cunt flesh could become thick with pussy juice and it would get harder and harder to push my finger in and out of my hot hole.
As I felt the flesh getting thicker around the quickly moving cock, I began to wonder what would happen. If my cunt meat got too thick to allow the movement of my finger in and out of my twat, then what would happen to the thick and enormous cock.
I soon discovered the answer to that. As the cock rammed in and out of my cunt and came into conflict with the thickening flesh that was on my cunt walls, it was pushing the pussy flesh aside and slamming into me again and again.
He wasn't able to slam into me as fast as he had been going before the cunt flesh started to get thick, but he was ramming and shoving his cock even harder than he had done before.
Each fucking thrust was ripping into my pussy flesh and tearing me apart. When I felt this it made the cunt flesh go even wilder around his invading cock.
The wriggling and undulating pussy flesh was grasping and rubbing past the invading cock. I was moving my hips up and down on the floor, not even caring about the cold and splintery feeling of the wooden floors underneath me.
When he would slam into my cunt, I would raise my hips up to meet the fucking thrust and then the pressure of the cock would be even harder.
Finally, I could feel him slamming into my pussy with a power that was even greater than any of the previous fucking motions. He pushed all the way in and then stayed there.
Then there was a long moment when there was absolute stillness. Nothing at all moved. His muscles were tensed all over and as I ran my fingers down along his back and ass, he seemed to grow even more tense.
Even though his body was completely still, I could feel a movement in his balls as they rubbed up against the smooth flesh of my thighs and then transferred the gism to his cock shaft.
My pussy lips were actually spread apart by the pressure of the gism that was rushing up into the shaft of the dick. Then I felt the flared head of his cock flaring out even wider against my pussy flesh and after that there was a flaming splash of gism against the tender and supple flesh of my pussy.
It was as though that splash of gism ignited me. My pussy flesh collapsed around the thick cock and went into a series of wild spasms as I felt the hard-on shooting into me.
Just as I reached the height of my youthful orgasm and all of the pain of the ripped hymen and the blood in my pussy was leaving me, I could feel James pulling his cock out of my cunt very quickly. It slid out as my" pussy lips collapsed together.
I groaned and cried out, "No! Don't take it out!"
"What's the matter with you?" he asked, snidely. "Are you some sort of nympho?"
After he said that, I was silent. I rolled onto my side and looked up at him as he pulled his pants and shorts back up, adjusting them at the waist.
After I heard him call me that terrible name, I didn't want to say anything else. While we had been fucking I had allowed myself to engage in all sorts of fantasies.
I imagined that he would fall in love with me and that he would become a big and famous actor while I became a famous actress. We would tell all the reporters about the way that our marriage had survived ever since the time that we were in a community theatre together.
But once his cock was out of my pussy, I looked up and saw the stony expression on his face. I felt suddenly lonely and I knew that the one thing that I wanted in the world was to have someone hold me very tight.
You can't get me to believe in telepathic communications. I kept staring at him and, in my mind, I kept on repeating, 'Say something romantic. Say something romantic'
Then he opened his mouth to speak and he said, "Get your clothes on. I have to get out of here, Donna."
As I pulled my panties on, I grumbled, "My name is Diana."
"Sorry, kid. I'm really rotten with names," he said, flashing his handsome smile.
That was the last time that I was even alone with James. When the show opened and there was a party afterwards, he came with his girlfriend. She looked just like he did. She was just as blonde and she looked just as perfect, without a hair out of place.
I kept staring at them and he kept avoiding me. He really made a point of not even saying hello to me at the party. And then the woman who was in charge of the theatre took me over to a corner and asked, "Don't you think it's getting a bit late for you, Diana?"
"No!" I said. "I was figuring on staying up pretty late to celebrate tonight."
There was a pause. The woman's arm was on my shoulder as she scrunched up her nose and said, "Some of the actors have asked me to ask the younger people to leave. They feel that having kids around the party is sort of inhibiting them and making them feel uncomfortable."
"Which actors said that?" I snapped, knowing perfectly well that it was James who didn't want me around the party because he had fucked my pussy.
"Now, Diana, there's no reason for you to be hostile! It was not meant against you."
I stormed out of the party without saying good night to anyone. All that night I kept thinking about things that I should have said to the prissy woman who was in charge of the theatre and I kept thinking of tacky things that I could have said to James to really put him in his place. But, I hadn't said any of the things while I was there.
That's the way it always happens. You think of terrific things that you should have said after the fact. I had been hurt by James.
The man took my cherry and he didn't even thank me for the fuck! How was I supposed to feel?
But, the hurt soon passed. I mean, a lot of things happen when you're fifteen and sixteen, but they soon give way to the things that affect you later on.
Although that hurt left me, there was one problem that did not leave me. I still have this damned dripping slit. I keep feeling a need for big cocks to fill it.
But, I need more than just fucking. I want a man to hold me close and to press his warm chest against my well-rounded breasts. I want to feel hairy legs rubbing against the smooth skin that is pulled so tautly around the sexy and long legs that I have.
The word nympho keeps on coming back to me. There are some nights when a man will fuck me and then I will go out to a bar and look for another man to fuck me again.
When am I ever going to be satisfied? Is there such a thing as satisfaction? I need cock, cock and more cock all shoving into my hot pussy.
Even as I speak the words I find that I have to reach down and press my fingers against the silky fabric of my panties. I can feel the moisture that is growing in my cunt.
Then I press my fingers into the tightly clinging elastic waistband of my panties and I rub my fingers up and down through the cunt hairs that fringe my twat. I reach in and press my fingers along the wrinkled flesh of my pussy slit.
Spreading my pussy apart I search for my clit anxiously as I pull my panties down with my other hand. Then I feel the thrill rushing through my body.